mid laner

I am.

LPL has the longest schedule among all competition regions. The Spring Finals are at the end of April, and they will go to Europe for the group stage at the beginning of May. Adapting to the game, jet lag, and changes in the environment, LN's time is really tight.

"Did she already know?" the jungler asked the mid laner.

The mid laner also knew what the jungler was talking about, so he made a joke, "I think it should be, don't you think my status has dropped significantly?"

The jungler was very serious, "That's because I am an outsider, and Auntie will definitely not be as casual as she is with you."

"Outsider?" The mid laner was very innocent.

The jungler unconsciously thought of the "insider", his face was a little hot, and he gave the mid laner a push, "...for auntie."

868.

During the meeting, the jungler naturally received the attention of all parties.

The mid laners were still flirting together at first, but then the more they listened, the more silent they became.

It seems that only he himself didn't know anything beforehand, and everyone else more or less knew that the situation of the jungler was not so optimistic.

Of course the mid laner is aware of it, but he feels that if he just feels uncomfortable, or if the jungler just wants to deal with this matter by himself, he shouldn't forcefully destroy the jungler's decision and ideas.

It's just that after all, it was the jungler who deliberately lied to him.

If it was a former friend or even a teammate relationship, the mid laner knew very well that he might care a little bit, but he would not feel as uncomfortable as he does now.

He has no position in that kind of relationship, but he has countless reasons to justify the jungler and convince himself.

But they are clearly in love.

Jungle is his boyfriend, they are so close...

so close.The middle laner's thoughts paused, and he realized that he didn't want to think about it anymore. For the first time, he felt the sadness brought about by the "contradictions" in love.

It's really hard to bear.

869.

LN didn't want to interrupt the rhythm and state of training, so he flew back to Shanghai overnight.

The jungler can feel that the mid laner is tired and in a bad mood.He hardly spoke on the plane, and fell asleep beside him very quietly.

Maybe he wasn't asleep, Jungle saw his eyelashes flutter occasionally, but he didn't move much.

Jungle looked at the dark night and the gray clouds outside the porthole.

The mid laner said that he would not propose to break up because of anger, and the matter would not be that serious, and there would always be room for it.

However, Jungle looked at his hand on the window sill, it was still swollen and red.

No one likes to be cheated.

The closer you get, the more you hate it.

870.

Jungle was stunned for a while before he saw the shadow reflected on the window.

Nighty was sitting on the other side of the aisle, gesturing to him.

... Sure enough, no one in this world who has seen a mid laner wake up angry dared to disturb him to sleep, and the jungler found that he could still laugh.

He took the phone according to nighty's instructions, and found that he had airdropped a memo.

"Did Brother Z know? What should I do?"

The jungler passed back a past speechlessly, "...can this also chat???"

"I'm going to die of anxiety! Brother X, why are you not in a hurry? Although I have been solo and have never been gay, this should not work... right?"

"The captain's character is shaking again..."

"...woc, I forgot that QAQ cannot be withdrawn. In short, the captain must not be the character to just put this matter aside casually!"

The jungler rolled his eyes silently, of course I knew it too, but what can I do.

"Don't worry about it, we will take care of it." The jungler sent over.

"Yeah, but who else can you tell? I'm the emperor, don't be in a hurry, too... bah bah bah! Aren't I trying to be gay honey Brother X..."

Jungle: ...

The jungler felt very annoyed, so he changed the name of the device to be the same as nighty, and then sent an emoticon package of "My friend, your airdrop is not turned off" to the top laner, and then quickly changed the name of his device back.

871.

Sure enough, Nighty did not devote himself to his Chinese gay honey career.

Jungle leaned back in his chair sadly, was stunned for a while, and then closed his eyes and fell asleep.

872.

It was already four o'clock in the morning when we arrived at the base.

Everyone is basically exhausted. The previous intense preparations and BO5 were too exhausting, and everyone was supported by the excitement of winning the championship. At this time, they were exhausted and very tired, so they went to bed.

The mid laner seemed to be fine except that he didn't talk much, and he fell asleep with Daojun in his arms, and even exchanged goodnight kisses.

In the morning, the jungler was awakened by the unbearable numbness of his hands, and he habitually turned his back to the mid laner.

Turning over, I belatedly felt that the mid laner was not there.

873.

The mid laner really couldn't sleep.He couldn't calm down.

Ever since the jungler injured Ah Zuo in the fourth game, he felt that there was something boiling in his heart that he couldn't vent.

The jungler will be very scared and panic. The only thing he thinks he can do well and the only thing he can grasp may end at any time.

What's more, the lesson learned by the genius ad is here, and it may be followed by injury and retirement, or even the ending of being unable to perform fine operations.

The mid laner went to the training room, looked up relevant information bit by bit, and confirmed that the word he didn't hear clearly was "carpal tunnel syndrome".

Many things are clearly presented in front of my eyes at once.

He leaned back in the chair and covered his eyes for a while.

Does the jungler feel pain every time he can't fall asleep? How many times have he been awakened by the numbness of his hands?

How much does it hurt when he says it hurts a little?

Of course, no one would answer these questions, and the jungler was not even willing to tell him any relevant information.

What's more, it has developed into what it is now, and the jungler hasn't been hiding it from him for a short time.

874.

Does the jungler think I'm going to hinder him?Playing, winning a championship, or stagnant in his entire career, he thinks I will interfere with these things?

It turned out that he put me on the opposite side, and in his eyes I would not support him.

The more the mid laner thought about it, the more painful and helpless he felt.

He's the only one who doesn't know, and being left out is never a good experience.

Not to mention the jungler, his lover pushed him away.

Wouldn't he be sad or in pain?

He can answer this question himself-

Now as long as he thinks about the days and nights he has suffered in the jungle, he finds it unbearable.

The burning pain to the point of running around the base until exhausted cannot be dispelled.

875.

The mid laner habitually thinks that of course the jungler has the right to make decisions. He is an independent person and an excellent player who can make choices and bear the corresponding consequences.

But he finally hopes to share the burden with the jungler.

Even when the pain is unbearable, hold him and talk.

The jungler must also be entangled. Maybe sometimes he feels unable to hold on and wants to be honest with him.

...but he didn't.

He knew the jungler so well, but the jungler refused to trust him.

Probably he didn't know much about the jungler either, so the mid laner rubbed his forehead that was so painful that it was about to explode. After all, he didn't think the jungler could deliberately hide it from him for so long.

876.

The jungler went downstairs to the door of the training room, and saw the mid laner lying on the table, as if asleep.

He stopped, suddenly frightened.

After standing there for a while, he walked over and sat in his place.

The seat adjacent to the mid laner has been in the fourth year in a blink of an eye.

He gently picked up the mid laner's cell phone, opened the browser to find the records.

In fact, he knew what was going to happen, and he couldn't hide it when it happened yesterday.

The mid laner didn't know when he sat up, and only asked after seeing that the jungler had locked the screen.

"When did it start?"

The question has no beginning and end, and the jungler still knows what he is referring to.

He put the mid laner's phone back on the table, lowered his head and confessed, "The first time it happened, the game years ago."

The mid laner was silent for a moment, then nodded, "I see."

...It turned out to be the worst ending.

877.

The mid laner didn't know what to say, so he picked up his phone, stood up and left.

He heard the jungler whisper behind him, "Don't be angry with me, okay?"

The mid laner was very calm, and he himself felt that it was too calm.

"I'm not mad, xx, I'm just sad."

878-891 Elementary school students quarrel

878.

The words of the mid laner were unexpected by the jungler.

If the mid laner walks away without saying a word, the jungler feels more like the mid laner's reaction.

So much so that he plucked up the courage to stand up and let go of the hand that held the mid laner's wrist. Being angry is better than being sad. Since it is sad, there is nothing he can do at this moment.

The mid laner felt that the strength pulling him was loosened, and he felt a little uncomfortable.

Although he was sad, he still hoped that the jungler would hug him, forcefully explain to him, or just say something and not let him go.

It's probably better than letting go and saying "I'm sorry" in a low voice.

...But the jungler never makes trouble for no reason.

He is always so clear that what is right is right and what is wrong is wrong, and he does not mess around without reason.

The mid laner still walked out of the training room.

879.

The non-training time of the two people is almost staggered.

After all, it is a room for three people, put the nighty in the middle, one will go out and the other will sleep.

Adapting to the version made them very hard, and preparations for international competitions were naturally more intense.

Nighty looked at the two people who were completely speechless, and it was useless to worry.

Besides, he himself started to shut himself up.

Coming to LN and becoming one of the main junglers in the rotation, being carefully guided and supported by senior teammates, sheltering from the wind and rain, and protecting from the rhythm, is almost like a dream.

But he, the person who received the gift, couldn't stand up when the team and teammates needed it.

still too weak