mid laner

NEA's small ad called over and played in the single and double row.

While waiting in line, the mid laner watched the barrage and chatted nonsense.

"His family is not in the country, just as my family is not in the country, so he is a left-behind child...Of course it is him."

The mid laner picked him up and hugged him on his lap, and held the jungler's wrist to the front.

"I've been wearing bandages and skin effect patches for the past few days."

"It's still a little serious."

"The club hasn't finalized the plan yet, so I can't say now."

"Ad? Ouch, our ad father will definitely be playing after the next year. Let me lie down."

"No, no, this sounds a little swollen, I just want to hug my thigh."

497.

NEA's young ad is actually not too young, he is still two years older than the new ad, but he was too young when he played professionally, and everyone is used to his childish look.

The little ad was also on the live broadcast, and he said happily as soon as he connected to the mic, "I can finally score while lying down, God Z carry me!"

The mid laner said: "It's better to look at the national uniform."

Little Ad: "Where's Brother X? I'd better get in his car."

The jungler said: "What are some names, I'm on zz's lap."

Little ad: "...that means it's stable."

498.

The combination of mid laner and small ad is still stable, and the base was quickly lost in the first set.

Playing wild is very boring, playing games on your lap and playing games by yourself, of course it’s better to play games by yourself? ? ?

So in the second game, the jungler directly chose a pig girl for the mid laner.

The little ad was terrified: "Brother Z, is he so sharp? Brother Z???"

The jungler looked at the mid laner: "Teach on the spot, don't give away the package to win."

Fortunately, the mid laner can still play Zhumei, and the jungler is in various commands.

The mid laner is in charge and will not deliver.

The little ad took charge of Bao Ying.

After the end, the little ad really wanted to die, he really didn't want to have a holiday on the national server entertainment rank and take his life c.

"Let's stop playing around, shall we?"

"Okay, okay, no problem." The mid laner said.

499.

Then the little ad watched helplessly as the mid laner Ruiz flashed his two-strokes on the spot on the empty mid-road home on the opposite side.

"Brother!!! Please, brother!!!"

The mid laner passed the pot very calmly: "It was your x brother who pressed it."

The little ad can only: "??????"

The barrage in the small ad live broadcast room: "Hey, God Z is busy with sex."

Now the mid laner really wants to make the jungler face the keyboard.

...For the sake of face, bear with him for a while.

In the next team battle, the mid laner was given various seconds because of his poor development.

The mid laner looked at the already gray interface and the completely indestructible Flag of Command cannon, and could only smile.

Then he took the jungler and left the camera.

500.

Everyone in the live broadcast room listened to a domestic violence.

"Aren't you particularly skinny today???"

"...I'm just playing around."

The sound was quiet for two seconds, and then there was the sound of the jungler being hammered.

"Fuck! zz, I'm not going to make a fuss, please stop! It's too violent!"

The sound of the mid laner hammering the jungler's back was very loud, and then it quieted down.

The jungler was pressed against the muscle on his back by the mid laner for another ten seconds.

Life is better than death, so be it.

Barrage: "God Z, save your life! Our team doesn't have a substitute jungler!"

The mid laner sat back in front of the screen and looked at the screen full of barrage, and smiled very gently.

"If you don't have one, buy it now, it's cheaper."

501-508 you... what are you doing

501.

The live broadcast came to an end in a mess.

It's basically "now do you know who the team bully is".

The jungler was very embarrassed by the words he yelled, so he only came over to say hello when the live broadcast was off.

"Let's go out to dinner tonight, I really feel like I'm going to die when I'm facing the computer again."

The mid laner sat on a chair, looked up at the jungler, and proposed.

The jungler looked at the mid laner's face, and there was light and shadow flowing when he raised it up.

The jungler felt like he wanted to kiss him.

All his energy was used to control himself not to move.

After another dozen seconds, he nodded, "Let's go eat barbecue."

502.

After a brief pause just now, the mid laner had the illusion that the jungler's eyes were wet.

Like... a leopard cub with wet fur, or a darker amber.

He felt as if he was thinking about something wrong.

It is impossible for everything to be controllable, and what is uncontrollable is not necessarily bad.

The jungler is not an existence that needs to be framed by him in the relationship between controlling and being controlled, or giving and rewarding.

He's a... just like everyone else.

But very different.

The jungler is his friend, his teammate, someone close to him like never before.

He is independent, his behavior and thoughts, who he likes and who he falls in love with, have nothing to do with the mid laner's own logic.

The mid laner suddenly realized that in this relationship, he was probably the bastard.

503.

The mid laner gently held the jungler's fingers and brushed his bangs away.

He smiled, "Okay, I know a delicious restaurant, I'll ask if there are any seats left."

The jungler choked on his expression, "...what kind of expression do you have that you eat too much sugar?"

"Call now, why did it take a while?" The jungler withdrew his hand and looked at the muscle effect sticker on the back of his hand with disgust.

The mid laner stood up, took two steps forward, and the jungler's leg touched the edge of the table.

This posture is too gay, what should the mid laner do? ? ?

The jungler propped himself up on the table, and the mid laner moved closer to the jungler's ear.

The jungler seems to be able to feel that he has been set on fire by the breath of the mid laner, and the surroundings seem to be surrounded by steaming water vapor.

"You... what are you doing..." the jungler said in a low voice.

The mid laner smiled in his ear, "Now, I'm going to pick out clothes for you."

504.

The jungler looked at the mid laner and walked out of the room naturally, feeling as if he had been tricked.

The mid laner is really an old driver, right? ? ?

The jungler touched the back of his ear with the back of his hand, and cursed in a low voice.

"Depend on……"

505.

When the mid laner came out, he felt that he must be OOC.

All in all, what the hell was he doing just now? ? ?

It has been a long time since he was so excited that he used the Northeast Port in his heart.

The mid laner feels that he sometimes makes some nasty jokes, but he has never made jokes in this direction and with this attitude.

Especially, after he realizes that the jungler has some out-of-bounds thoughts about him.

Talking this time must be on the agenda, the mid laner thought, otherwise he himself would not know where he wants to go.

506.

Zhong Dan's bedroom is directly connected to his cloakroom.

The jungler had no interest in this "simple" cloakroom, but he still couldn't help washing his hands with the hand sanitizer at the door, and then touched this and that.

For example, the school uniform of Zhongdan Elementary School, which looks like a high school uniform, and the tie and wristband he gave...

The jungler found that he really gave away about one-fifth of the cloakroom.

The mid laner picked out the clothes he wanted to wear, and turned from the other side while talking.

"Have you picked out...you want to wear my high school uniform?"

The jungler was a little confused, and compared it in the mirror, looking very embarrassed, "It's a little small."

The mid laner was amused by him, and took the school uniform and threw it aside, "Nonsense, I was only twelve at the time, so I can't be 1.8 meters."

507.

"Necklaces, bracelets, watches, etc. are all on the small cabinet in the southwest corner." Zhongdan said.

The jungler suddenly lost his way in the jungle, "Where? Which side???"

"...to the right side facing the window."

The jungler walked over and saw the birthday present he gave mid laner last year on the small cabinet. He was very happy.

"You still have this watch."

"That's right, don't you put all the things you gave away here?" The mid laner also came over, "It's worth about three hundred thousand yuan, I can still throw it away."

"It's not very expensive... I wanted to buy you a Patek Philippe." The jungler took a bracelet and put it on the mid laner's wrist.

"Then why are you undecided?" The mid laner watched the jungler put the same bracelet on his hand.

"...I'm afraid you'll kill me." Said the jungler.

The mid laner smiled, "Well, your logic makes sense, although I probably wouldn't do it."

508.

The mid laner called to reserve a seat and had plenty of time, so the jungler continued to watch around.

After a while, the jungler came over with something.

"Is this the school emblem of the University of Science and Technology of China?"

Zhong Dan was stunned for a moment, then nodded, "Well, from the University of Science and Technology of China."

Regardless of the jungler, he had forgotten that there was such a thing.

"Did you go to school there?"

The mid laner smiled, "It's too far away from home, so I didn't go in the end."

509-514 as if nothing happened

509.

The barbecue restaurant is in an alley where no car can drive in.

When the jungler got out of the car, he walked away very resistant, basically three steps a "I want to go back".

The mid laner was so troubled by him, and he couldn't convince him that he really wasn't taking him to some food stall.

"I don't want to leave." The jungler stopped.

The mid laner was very speechless and wanted to scold people, but he couldn't do anything about it.

"...Okay." The mid laner said.

Before the jungler could react, the mid laner got a little shorter, "Can I carry you?"

510.

Jungle said: "...This is not good."

Then he hugged him without delay.

The mid laner hooked the jungler's leg and lifted him up.

"I knew you didn't want to leave, I've convinced you." Zhong Dan smiled.

The exhaled water vaporized into a white mist, which quickly dispersed in the orange light of the street lamp.

"...I just want you to...forget it, nothing