mid laner

Yes, when nighty rests, he will think of the jungler before the fifth game of the spring finals.

Even if it is the choice of the jungler, I can see that the jungler has made preparations beforehand, but other people's choices cannot be used to cover up the fact that I am good.

880.

The direct result of this is...

In the training photos posted by the LN official blog, almost everyone looks autistic.

Others didn't notice it at first, but they gradually felt that the atmosphere was very strange.

"It's not fun to be nighty these days, xiba"

The top laner pulled a small group and excluded the three with strange auras.

Ad felt the same way, "Don't you think the three of them are weird, maybe they have a 3P problem?"

Assistant: "...You two are poisonous, but I think there is something wrong with zz, and he doesn't talk much."

The new ad spoke, "Have you noticed that zz is not called Brother X's name recently? They are all 'Jungle, come and play', or 'Olaf balabala'..."

Several people recalled in silence.

...it seems that it is.

But this style of painting is too childish, do elementary school students quarrel?

881.

So the top laner adhered to the principle of LN, and first went to the jungler to make side attacks.

"Brother X, what are you two doing here? Is it because you are going to break the law, or is your mentality exploding?"

The top laner thought that the jungler's reaction should be to let him cool off or shake his head in silence, but the jungler sighed.

The seriousness of the situation immediately raised a level in the top laner's heart.

"...It's not that serious, it's, well, it's awkward." The jungler replied after a moment of hesitation.

The top laner wondered, "Didn't you win the championship? The two single dogs have no emotional disputes. If there is anything we can't talk about, why don't we help mediate?"

The jungler quickly grabbed him, "Don't, I can't tell..."

Then he sighed again, "Anyway, it's still my problem."

Order:...

"Then you two should settle it quickly, it's too low pressure and I can't bear it." The top order decided not to get involved.

882.

In the past few days, the jungler has been quietly accepting the alienation of the mid laner.

Soon it will be time to fly to Europe.The night before, the jungler leaned over cautiously, with his forehead resting on the back of the mid laner's neck, and his arms tentatively testing the mid laner's waist.

The mid laner didn't push him away, but there was no reaction.

The jungler feels a little happy, sad and happy at the same time.

After a long time, he was about to fall asleep in a daze, when he heard the middle laner sigh softly.

"Go to sleep."

883.

The ten-hour flight is still very long.

At the beginning, the jungler opened his laptop to study the ward position, but later thought he had to adjust the jet lag, and was very tired, so he fell asleep slowly.

...I still remember to lean to the other side, for fear that I will fall asleep and fall onto the middle single.

The middle laner was originally reading a document, and from the corner of his eye, he saw the jungler falling asleep bit by bit, and felt very uncomfortable.

Lean to him, can he still push the jungler away?

Why did he really frighten him? Didn't he have a fight and get awkward? Why didn't he have any normal reaction at all.

The mid laner was very tired, and he still gently took the jungler over and put him on his body.

Seeing this, the people in the small group felt that the hat of the LN autistic team could be taken off.

such a pity……

884.

The rooms were officially booked, and LN allocated three standard rooms and two double-bed rooms to the team members.

The team leader assigned it very naturally, "Is there any problem with the Nakano big bed room?"

The middle laner also interrupted very calmly, "Standard room."

Everyone felt that they might be blind. How did you read QAQ from the jungler's paralyzed face? ? ?

The mid laner had no expression on his face, it was very natural, no one seemed to be able to say anything was wrong for a while.

The jungler comforted himself silently, the standard room is the standard room, it’s okay if you don’t sleep in a bed.

Then the mid laner took the room card, "I live with the top laner."

The whole team was suffocated by the atmosphere between the middle and the wild.

Top order: ...hehe.

Top order: I really dare not.

However, this is the reality. The jungler and nighty are lying on the same bed, closed to each other.

885.

After landing without much rest, LN started training.

There is no time to lose jet lag.

Jungle brother saw the picture of LN players standing and eating while he was busy. He couldn't stand it at all. He asked the special assistant to arrange a better training venue for LN. By the way, the whole team got the perfect Chinese meal.

If he didn't have any trouble with the mid laner, he would probably be in a much better mood. The jungler picked some vegetables for the mid laner.

The mid laner training was not particularly smooth, and I was a little anxious. Coupled with the acclimatization, I got two pimples.

The jungler saw that the mid laner was eating without breaking a rhythm, and also ate all the greens. He felt that the mid laner would probably be willing to talk to him in a few days.

After the mid laner finished eating, he took out a portable medicine dispensing box from his pocket, took out the vitamins that the jungler wanted to eat, and poured it into the jungler's palm.

Then basically just don't look back. jpg.

886.

LN's preparation time is very short, after all, no other teams in the competition area are fully prepared.

The BO1 in the first two days was very weird, the basic situation is as follows:

"Anything can be lost, anything can be lost", and "Anything can be won, anything can be won".

While losing to EU, he brutally abused lck, and then lost to Wanwan in the next game.

In short, it is the end of the dog gambling 8.

By the way, Nakano is fairly normal, and the expressions of the rest of the LN team can also be understood as exhausted and in a bad state.

But nighty has changed from milk night to autism night, probably because I have become bald...

Cough, it's probably "I've become autistic, and I've become stronger."

887.

The rest time is very short, but everyone is still squeezing the time to train or replay to improve the understanding of the version.

The coach had just left the room of the upper middle school, and the middle laner was sorting out the materials he had just brought, and quickly made some small notes on them.

The door of the room was left open, and the jungler came over and stood at the door.

The top laner saw the jungler approaching. Although he didn't understand what happened to them, he still felt that he should avoid it, so he went out by mistake and went out to discuss the routine with nighty.

Shaking his head while walking, I hope the two can make up quickly, it's really fatal.

The mid laner didn't even intend to raise his head, and lowered his eyebrows to write and draw on a few pieces of paper.

Jungle sat awkwardly on the sofa beside the bed, not knowing what to say.

There was only the rustling sound of writing in the room for a while.

888.

"...I'm sorry, I..." The jungler struggled to speak, and was interrupted by the mid laner after only a few words.

"I don't want to hear it." The mid laner's tone was very flat.

Jungle sat there, his tall man shrunk a little, he bit his lip, looking a little pitiful.

Before the jungler could say anything, the mid laner put the cap on the pen, and there was a crisp "click".

The jungler saw him stamping the paper neatly as if getting up to leave, and wanted to keep him for a while.

He stopped in a panic.

"zz... I, my hand hurts."

The anger of the mid laner immediately rushed to Tianling Gai.

He stood up abruptly, bumping the chair so loudly—you dare to say this, right? ? ?Can't find a reason? ? ?

The jungler has been wronged.

889.

The jungler watched the mid laner step over in three or two steps, and was a little scared, so he subconsciously put his right hand behind his back.

"No, it doesn't hurt anymore, it doesn't hurt..."

The mid laner was almost pissed off.

He took a deep breath, but still didn't hold it in.

It was super fierce, "Does it hurt?"

The jungler had an idea and was a little enlightened. He spoke in a low voice and rubbed forward, "If you talk to me, it won't hurt."

Although the mid laner felt that ninety-nine percent of this was said by the jungler in a panic, but that cannot be ignored.

So he raised his hand and wanted to pull the jungler's arm to see how his hand was.

The jungler was stunned for a moment, and blinked, as if there was a little grievance that disappeared in a blink of an eye.

The mid laner feels inexplicable, still wondering if the jungler really hurts?

As a result, before the arm was pulled, the jungler raised his head, pursed his mouth, and turned his face slightly.

"Come on, don't be sad, okay, and don't ignore me."

890.

suffocated.

The mid laner has truly experienced what it means to be blinded.

The jungler actually thought he was going to slap him? ? ?Where did he bring the wicked? ? ?

Especially the jungler with a heroic expression of "All right, no loss".

The mid laner felt that his raised hand was trembling slightly, he turned around and walked to the edge of the bed to sit down, and then beckoned at the jungler who had obviously shrunk.

The tone was still fierce, "Come here and let me have a look."

The jungler took the first step almost like walking on thin ice, and then hurriedly sat over as if he was afraid of the mid laner's regret.

The mid laner felt that he really didn't need to get angry with the jungler.

Sooner or later, you have to piss yourself off first, and then the jungler has no idea what happened.

891.

The mid laner pulled the jungler's right hand.

The back of the hand was attached to the palm of the mid laner, and the temperature from it almost made the jungler's eyes blush.

"Ah." The middle laner sighed, and the jungler became nervous.

The mid laner maintained the posture of holding his right hand, and the other hand naturally reached out to rub the side of the jungler's face.

"Has the effect of the closed medicine for these two days passed?"

Jungle was caught by this gentle touch and froze in place for a moment.

The middle laner gently exerted force on the back of his neck, pulling him into his arms.

It wasn't until the jungler realized he hugged him tightly that he asked softly, "Why didn't you tell me earlier."

892-898 you are love

892.

The jungler didn't seem to know how to answer, he just clung to the team behind the mid laner.