mid laner

Nce looked at his teammates who were already walking out.

He forcibly pulled the jungler's hand and shook it, "You have to play longer, otherwise it would be so boring."

Jungle smiled, "I have a child now, how about you, brother?"

"It can't be compared, you still have a cinnabar mole in the league, don't you?" Silence pointed to the mid laner.

Then he was dragged away by DNT's Korean top laner.

Silence said "Okay, let's go" in response to the blunt "Xiaojing, let's go", while turning around to show his heart to the jungler, "Come on brother x."

822.

That night, LN went to have a meal to celebrate a little bit, and then...

Of course I rushed back to the training match, otherwise?

Both the training match and the replay were over, and it was already past 1:[-] in the morning.The rest of the time was given to them by the coach for free training or direct rest.

Nighty, who has a long body, of course was taken away by the coach for a while and then thrown back to the room to sleep.

The rest of them are still broadcasting live broadcasts in the training room to play ranked or customize training.

The jungler inadvertently entered Weibo and saw that DNT's Korean top laner had posted a post.

The empty personal homepage, only this one, is still written in Chinese, with confusing pinyin, Chinese characters and English mixed together.

"kubuyaoa... Xiaojing. Summerwomenquying."

Losing is always sad.

Jungle stared blankly at his hand, the numbness that would wake him up at night continued for longer and longer.

He could bear the pain, and it was within a reasonable range.He was afraid that he would suddenly be unable to maintain the state of operation...

Can you win?

823.

The mid laner dragged the jungler into the bathroom next to the training room.

"...What's the matter? Do you want to do it?" The jungler watched the mid laner set up the clean stand, and then pushed him into the grid.

The mid laner hugged him without saying anything, and sighed contentedly on the jungler's shoulders, "I want to hug you."

After hugging for a while, the mid laner backed away a little, signaling the jungler to sit on the toilet seat, and he knelt down and looked up at the jungler.

"Have you been under too much pressure recently, you talk less, and you can't sleep well. Or is it uncomfortable, hand? Is it still hurting?"

Jungle looked into Zhongdan's eyes, wanted to say something, pursed his lower lip, licked the inside of his lips with the tip of his tongue, and finally shook his head.

"No, my hand hurts a little today. The last few games have been a bit long. The doctor said it's normal, and it's not too painful. There must be pressure... I'm afraid I won't be able to play well."

The mid laner just looked at him calmly, waiting for him to continue.

The jungler lowered his eyes and added in a low voice, "...I really, really want this champion."

824.

The mid laner held the jungler's hand and rubbed it distressedly.

His fingers touched the side of the mid laner's face, and the jungler touched it involuntarily.

The mid laner smiled, "Why do I feel like you are petting a dog?"

The jungler squeezed the earlobe of the mid laner, "Then you call it look."

The mid laner read perfunctorily, "Wang."

Then I went to undress the jungler and felt very skilled.

The jungler stopped him as he wanted to stop him, but the mid laner pulled his trouser waist and had to stand up and pull his trousers down.

"What are you going to do," the jungler thought of what the mid laner said on the phone before, and his ears began to heat up, "Are you serious?"

The mid laner took off his team uniform and gave the jungler a cushion to sit on, "Help you decompress."

825.

The jungler looked down at the mid laner and grabbed the side of his underwear.

This procedure seems to be more difficult than the mid laner imagined. After pulling it twice, it still doesn't move, but it leaves a little trace of liquid on the edge.

"...It feels like I don't have much talent." The mid laner gave up and started directly.

The jungler side has been honestly half-hard.

"I can't squat any longer, pull some paper for me." The middle laner envoy jungler took advantage of the situation and licked the exposed thing.

The jungler froze for a moment, pulled a lot of paper and folded it up so that the mid laner could kneel down on it.

When the mid laner licked it up, the jungler felt like an electric current was passing through his lower back, and the tingling feeling came up, and the pleasure was too clear.

Breathing can't help but heavy.

The mid laner still had Yu Yu to tease, "This time I have seen Brother X's big stick."

When the jungler heard that the mid laner mentioned the troll, he was inexplicably itchy, and the mid laner licked it for a while, but he didn't swallow it, so he wanted to rush him.

The jungler held his little brother and swipe the corner of the mid laner's lips twice. Seeing that the mid laner showed no displeasure, he lightly pressed against the middle of his lips and teeth.

The middle laner stretched out the tip of his tongue to scratch the hole dripping with transparent liquid, and the jungler took a deep breath.

"Can't I go in?" The voice of the mid laner when he learned the rock sparrow BP.

The jungler froze for a moment, and realized that the mid laner was dubbing the jungler No. [-]? ? ?

In an instant, the memory of "** violent death" came back.

The jungler immediately laughed out loud, and number two was about to be softened by his laughter.

The laughter soon stopped abruptly, and was replaced by gasps - the mid laner almost swallowed most of it in one go.

"zz... um!" Fortunately, the jungler immediately remembered that they were still next to the training room, and covered his mouth.

826.

In the end, the jungler still didn't get the face of the mid laner. He thought it would be fine to think about such a thing as a stimulus.

When the mid laner stood up, he staggered and rubbed his knees with an exaggerated expression, "Hey, tell me you like me."

His eyes are very transparent.

For a moment, the jungler felt that what was buried in his heart was too heavy, and he almost wanted to say it.

He looked into the middle laner's eyes and calmed down again.

In the end, it seems a little dull, and at the same time has a bit of piety that does not touch fireworks.

"I like you."

These four words contained too many inexplicable things, the jungler was like reciting a spell.

"I really like you."

I wish I could go further with you.

I hope to be able to hold the trophy with you and this LN team.

It doesn't matter if it hurts, even if there is a price.

827.

The jungler doesn't know what he is afraid of.

After all, he dared not confess.

Since everyone is in pain, it is enough for him to suffer alone.

The author has something to say

The original words of DNT Korea's top laner: "Don't cry... Xiaojing. Let's win in summer."

It’s actually “Don’t cry”, he is really working hard to learn Chinese _(:з)∠)_

828-834 cute cp worries

828.

The next step is to locate the semi-finals in Hangzhou, and the preparation time will last for a week.

The jungler seems to be much better since that day, and he is no longer the kind of nervousness that would worry the mid laner very much.

Nighty is nervous, thinking about his career and game, and wondering if something will happen to Nakano because of what he saw before.

During the meal, he quietly went to the ad to inquire, and the ad was a little confused, "The situation of xx is not very good, he discussed it with me and the coach, don't you know?"

Nighty shook his head blankly, "I don't know..."

Then, as if struck by lightning, his mind was filled with white light.

It doesn't matter whether I know or not, the point is... the captain may really not know.

This is the most serious problem.

829.

Naiye was scared.

Naiye was at a loss.

Naiye was worried.

He himself doesn't know, this is probably for the sake of CP's future.

830.

The middle laner filled a bowl of soup for him and put it over, the sound of the bottom of the bowl touching the table startled him.

"Brother Z, I..."

What kind of weak voice is this? The middle laner looked at him suspiciously, "What's the matter, you don't feel well?"

The jungler was on the other side of the long table, and looked up when he heard what the mid laner said.

Nighty shook his head immediately, "No, I'm just a little tired, yes, a little tired."

The mid laner wanted to ask a few more questions, but the jungler put his chopsticks away.

"zz, make me a glass of honey water."

So nighty was patted on the shoulder by the mid laner, who turned around and went into the kitchen again.

Then innocently received an emotionless glance from the jungler.

...... Just talking about it, life matters.

831.

The No. 7 ANG in the west, the state has steadily recovered after the reorganization of S[-], and he is also an old acquaintance of LN.

The last time they lost in the regular season, the mid laner was about to be blown out.

Before playing this time, he was pressed on the chair by the coach and forced to promise that he would never mess up.

"Hey, how did I get to this point." The mid laner plugged in his equipment.

The assistant coach pinched his face, "You are so mentally retarded. What the hell..."

The mid laner had no choice but to show a weary smile, "You want to say that you are shaking the world and weeping ghosts and gods, don't you?"

Everyone was laughing and joking to relieve stress.

"I am the best in Chinese, among the Korean coaches, you love me, don't... be too demanding."

Jungle answered, "He loves me, not you."

Assistant Coach: "You can love me too."

The jungler wanted to say a few words, so the assistant coach continued, "You don't love me, do you want to play?"

832.

Judging from the results, the jungler and the assistant coach are still in love.

The game ended 3-1, and the jungler sat for four games.

While Nighty is excited to enter the spring finals, he is very worried about the jungler's hand.

In the third game, he went to the coach at the risk of being suspected by others.

"Coach, I think..."

The coach hugged the man on his lap, "What's the matter, do you want to play basketball?"

Nighty thinks there is something really wrong with this team.

"Go... go on stage, brother X's hand, I'm a little worried."

The coach dragged him into his arms again, "Don't worry about it, he knows what's in his mind, so just stay calm."

833.

Yesterday was the match between CRE and NEA.