Don't point the gun at me [e-sports]

Qi Yu was carried back to the training room by Ji Rutang. He thumped all the way, and when he entered the door, his head hit the doorframe with a "bang".

"Can you stop being so angry?" Ji Rutang threw him on the gaming chair, frowning tightly, "You don't like him, can you stop blocking him from finding a new love?"

Qi Yu covered his head, flattened his mouth, a little aggrieved: "I didn't explicitly refuse..."

Now, Ji Rutang was really dumbfounded: "What the hell do you mean? Didn't you just tell me that you won't agree if you persist?"

He only knew that women can turn faces faster than flipping books, but he didn't expect his good friend for many years to turn faces faster than flipping e-books!

Ji Rutang looked up at the time on the computer, 20181117, and secretly remembered the date in his heart.Today is the day he and Qi Yu get to know each other again.

Over the past ten years of supporting each other, in the end it was nothing but fetching water from a bamboo basket.

Qi Yu inserted his hand into the hair, and rubbed it irritably.

It's very annoying, when I go straight to the point, I also start to learn to beat around the bush.

This feeling is really disgusting and strange.

Am I crazy?

The more I think about it, the more irritable I become.

At this moment, Jiang Fei opened the door and came back.

Qi Yu and him looked at each other for a few seconds, then touched their noses, and looked away unnaturally.

"I thought about it carefully, and I still think I should explain it to you." Jiang Fei turned around and closed the door, walked slowly to the computer desk, pulled the chair and sat down, with his hands folded under his chin, looking a little serious , "I didn't do anything with Tang Xiaoxia at the time."

Jiang Fei's complexion became even harder after speaking.

Why do you feel that with such an explanation, your fault has become more serious?

He thought for a while, and added: "Of course, I explain this to you, it's not my fault, you know, Jiang Fei can't make mistakes, but he still explains it like a fool here There is only one reason..."

Jiang Fei paused, then turned to look at Qi Yu: "I care about you."

"Oh..." Qi Yu nodded, expressionless.

On the surface, it looks calm, but in fact, the heart has already been turned upside down and restless.

It's really upsetting.

When did he, Qi Yu, become someone who kept his emotions in his heart?Isn't this the persona of Jiang Fei, that stinky fart king?

Two people entered the game, each with their own ulterior motives.

There were less than two weeks left before PGI, and Hu Tao began to watch them crazily for training. Jiang Han would occasionally go upstairs for a couple of laps, and stayed in the youth training team most of the time.

Nan Yan also returned to Team 48, flirting with Jiang Han on video all day long.But looking at the entire FB, only Jiang Fei knew about their relationship.

It is still the passionate Nan Yan and the cold Jiang Han.

If this matter is pressed too much, Jiang Han will become impatient, and will frown with red ears, and his voice will be very small: "...I like you, I don't want to make it public."

At this time, Nanyan would circle around on the other side of the screen, happily bumping into the south wall.

If you don't look at those two people, then everything is developing in a good direction in an orderly manner.

Jiang Fei and Qi Yu.

Ma Zitong, a sensitive person, could tell at a glance that there was something wrong with the magnetic field between the two of them. He wanted to put on the vest of a spiritual master to communicate with them, but was stopped by Hu Tao.

His reason is also quite strange: "It's just right now, didn't you notice that the training room is much quieter?"

Hu Tao felt dizzy when he thought about the scene when Qi Yu first arrived, listening to the two of them chatting about each other all day long, which is why he spent most of his time in the youth training room.

"It doesn't delay the training." Hu Tao narrowed his eyes, and in his hand was the team's performance analysis over the past few days. "Some things are only embarrassing if they are punctured."

Ma Zitong thought it made sense, so he didn't bother.

The devil trained for a week, and FB booked a ticket to Berlin. That night, a group of people went out for dinner, preparing to give themselves a vigorous practice.

"Life should have a sense of ritual~" Ma Zitong walked at the front of the line, the strong wind blew his eyes red but failed to blow away his good mood.

But Nanyan can.

Just touching it from a distance, Ma Zitong's face almost fell to the ground.

"Hey, what a coincidence, you guys are coming out for dinner too?" Nan Yan greeted with a smile, put his hands in his pockets, and walked towards them.

Ma Zitong originally wanted to close his eyes and punch them hard, but when he saw 48's majestic formation, he immediately stood aside like a deflated ball, speechless.

48, a well-known good-looking team.

Headed by Nanyan, all of them are 180+, and they can wear a pair of thin trousers with long legs showing their ankles in cold weather, and they will create an invisible Shura field with a punch, and they can overwhelm each other in terms of momentum.

Ma Zitong, who was 172, stood in front of them, pursed his lips, and secretly pulled his long johns. The johns were so tight that his thighs were almost unconscious.

"In the PGI game, we are teammates." Nan Yan stopped in front of Jiang Han, then bent slightly, looked at the cold former captain, and said with a smile, "Long time no see, do you miss me?"

Hu Tao glanced at it, understood it instantly, and stopped Ma Zitong's teeth and claws in time.

"You stinky @#%...do you think that Jiang &%... cares about you?!" Ma Zitong's mouth was covered, but he still expressed his opinion unwillingly.

Nan Yan looked back at him, the corner of his mouth raised into a disdainful arc, then turned his head, and his eyes fell on Jiang Han in front of him.

A black scarf was wrapped around Jiang Han's neck, and the hat that came with the down jacket on his head was blown precariously by the cold wind.He put his hands in his pockets and didn't look at Nanyan.

Nan Yan grabbed both sides of Jiang Han's hat, pulled him closer, and kissed him.

It's ice cold, mixed with a bit of tobacco smell, very comfortable.

Ma Zitong stopped fussing, and opened his mouth in a daze, his jaw almost fell to the ground.

On the other side, Jiang Fei secretly boiled again.

only……

He glanced at Qi Yu who was wrapped like a rice dumpling by his side, leaving only a pair of eyes outside, he really had nowhere to speak.Moreover, now the two of them communicate less and less...

It's not even possible to restore the previous mode of getting along.

Qi Yu, who was tightly wrapped in layers of clothes, had red ears at this moment.He had thought about the relationship between Jiang Dui and Nan Yan, but he didn't know that the two had settled down to this extent.

Jiang Han's image of being as cold as ice collapsed in his heart.

Qi Yu couldn't help raising his eyes to look at Jiang Fei beside him.

Because of this person, he has frowned countless times, rarely went to fight with others, and even got rid of the habit of muting his phone all the year round...

To sum up, I am either crazy, or I like him.