Reborn as a rival fanboy [E-sports]

Yu Jiaheng's refusal to have dinner with Ji Mingchen directly caused the entire SFM first team to be assigned a new rule, they were not allowed to order takeaway and went out to eat together.

There is also news that Ji Mingchen will use the second floor of the base, which has been idle for a long time, to renovate it into a cafeteria. After the decoration is completed, everyone will eat in the cafeteria, and there is also a gym for exercising on the other side of the floor.

After hearing the news, Yu · Dead House · Jiaheng was completely dumbfounded, and even wanted to run away to other clubs immediately, but was finally threatened by Wang Zhengping with the contract of sale he had just signed, so he had no choice but to give up.

At first, Mittel and Tea cheered that they would no longer have to worry about what to eat every day, but after they were tortured by Ji Mingchen's health-preserving meals for a month, the eyes of these two people looked a little green when they saw Yu Jiaheng, Make the hair on his back.

"Ahhh! I can't take it anymore, when will such a day be the end!" It was meal time again, and the training room of the first team was full of mourners.

After this month, the meal time that I usually look forward to the most seems to have become the execution ground.

"Keep on, stick to the last meal, and we will be able to gather soon after the national competition is over, and then we will make up for all these days!" Tea and Mittel encouraged each other.

Yu Jiaheng finished reading the thank you gift, turned off the live broadcast, and lay down on the table and pretended to be dead.

Except for a light white scar on his hand, it will not affect the operation at all. During this period of time, he was called up for training games on time during the day, live broadcasted at night, and endured the torture of food every day. He even lost his enthusiasm for the national competition. faded a lot.

Coke, fried chicken, instant noodles, French fries, barbecue, fragrant pot, spicy soup...

He took out his phone and looked at the illustrations on the takeaway interface.

"Don't look at Young Master Gu, it's useless." Tea came over and called him to eat, just in time to see his mobile phone interface, the last time he secretly ordered takeaway was caught by Ji Mingchen and fined him for two hours. Xin, he patted Yu Jiaheng on the shoulder, "Let's go, Coach Wang sent a message, saying he is waiting for us downstairs."

Yu Jiaheng sighed and didn't want to get up.

"Fuck! I'm in a hurry!" Mittel ran over in small steps, holding up his phone, "Tell me quickly, I'm blind! Ji Shao said that he would eat hot pot today!"

Yu Jiaheng's eyes lit up, and he sat up.

"I'm stupid! Really!" Tea took a look at the phone, and the two embraced and cried.

Yu Jiaheng quit the food delivery app, clicked on the WeChat group and glanced at it, and immediately felt strength all over his body.

"Let's go, Coach Wang is still waiting downstairs." After changing his uniform, he stood up and rushed outside.

Hot pot!It's been a month!After eating food that is unbearable for a month, he will be washed away by the word "health preservation", and now he has no resistance to the food he loves.

The three of them rushed downstairs, and there were two cars parked at the door, one was a commercial vehicle that had been picking up the first team, and Ji Mingchen was sitting in the driver's seat of the other.

Mittel and Tea exchanged glances, and decisively slipped away to the commercial vehicle.

Yu Jiaheng also wanted to get into the car with them, but Wang Zhengping pushed the door and drove him off as soon as he stepped in, "Go, go, I can't sit down anymore! Don't squeeze us, sit on the other side!" car."

"?" He watched helplessly as the door of the car, which usually can seat seven people, closed in his face, and walked away.

"Get in the car." Ji Mingchen, who was behind him, lowered the window and looked at him.

Being psychologically shadowed by this person, when Yu Jiaheng saw Ji Mingchen's face now, only the two big words "health preservation" remained in his mind, and he ran over to pull the door of the back seat after a long time.

Can't pull it out, it's locked.

The lights of the car flickered, and the co-pilot's door made a "click". From the half-open window, Ji Mingchen's gaze fell directly on him.

Yu Jiaheng had no choice but to bite the bullet and open the door and sit on it.

"Seat belt." Ji Mingchen turned his head and turned the steering wheel.

Yu Jiaheng, who forgot every time, turned around and pulled the seat belt buckle, and the car started. He suddenly thought that when this person took him to a barbecue for the first time, he refused to let him put any seasoning.

Will he suddenly kindly allow them to eat hot pot?Will the hot pot come here this time?

The more Yu Jiaheng thought about it, the more he felt it was possible, he turned his head, "Today I will choose the bottom of the pot."

"Okay." Ji Mingchen sat firmly like a mountain, and agreed without hesitation.

Is he thinking too much?

Yu Jiaheng stared at his profile hesitantly for a while, then leaned back in the chair.

When they arrived at the hot pot restaurant, the two people in the car in front had already sat down inside. The whereabouts of Wang Zhengping, who always sent them to the place, was unknown. When Yu Jiaheng saw Mittel and Tea, who looked pale and lifeless, My heart skipped a beat.

Fraud!

He hurried over and flipped through the menu.

Health hot pot, give your stomach a warm SPA!

The big characters at the top of the menu came into view, and Yu Jiaheng's pupils trembled, so he opened it and took a glance without giving up.

The bottom of the pot is full of mushroom health soup, black-bone chicken health soup, tomato warm stomach soup...

The eyes of the other two lifeless people next to him hit his face hotly, Yu Jiaheng flipped through the menu one after another, and his fingers trembled throughout the whole article, "Ji Mingchen."

"Huh? Have you chosen?" Ji Mingchen, who had pulled a stool beside him and sat down, raised his head upon hearing this.

"I won't eat it."

After he finished speaking, he walked out of the private room, and Ji Mingchen stood up and stopped him.

Yu Jiaheng was completely blown up, "Why are you stopping me? Is it okay if I don't eat?"

What the hell?Every day is either a stomach-warming porridge or a meal with less oil and less salt. Finally, I come to eat hot pot with great anticipation, is that all?

He came to play games, not to pray to Buddha.

"Your injury hasn't..."

"My hand was healed 800 years ago, and all the scabs fell off!" Knowing that he was going to use the hand injury as a cover again, Yu Jiaheng rolled up his sleeve and raised his hand to his face to show him.

Ji Mingchen grabbed his right hand and examined it carefully, rubbing back and forth on the shallow white scar.

The numbness rushed to Yu Jiaheng's brain from the place where his fingertips touched, and he withdrew his hand abruptly, wiping his clothes uncomfortably.

What are you doing?

"Okay, let's eat again, and I'll let you drink a cup of Coke after eating, okay?" Ji Mingchen seemed very happy, and his tone was light, even a bit lowered and begging.

What Yu Jiaheng, who was originally aggressive, couldn't stand the most was when others begged him nicely, and suddenly turned off the fire.

What are you doing?It's like he's making trouble and bullying people for no reason...

"...All right." For the sake of Coke, it's not impossible to eat it for the last time.

The bribed Yu Jiaheng went back to his seat and ordered a tomato pot. The other two who had hoped for his protest just now were dumbfounded.

"No way, Young Master Gu! Brother!" Mittel leaned over to shake Yu Jiaheng's arm, and Ji Mingchen next to him had a bad look in his eyes, Tea felt murderous aura, and quickly pulled him back.

"Why?" Yu Jiaheng ordered the dishes to eat, handed the menu to Ji Mingchen, and looked up at Mittel.

Mittel glanced at Ji Mingchen who was looking down at the menu behind him, covered his mouth, and shook his head desperately.

Neuropathy.

Yu Jiaheng raised his eyebrows.

Ji Mingchen carefully checked the dishes that Yu Jiaheng ordered, crossed out some that he thought were not suitable for this season, and handed them to the waiting waiter.

Yu Jiaheng got up to prepare the dipping ingredients for himself, Ji Mingchen pressed him down, "The dipping ingredients will be delivered later, you don't need to make it yourself."

Can this guy fucking read minds?

Yu Jiaheng, who tried to add something like spicy oil through the dipping sauce, was ruthlessly stopped.

The two of Mittel also ordered a mushroom soup pot, but when the thick tomato pot was served, the mushroom soup pot fell out of favor instantly.

"Hey, the taste is so good. Fuck it, this powder is absolutely perfect!" Tea, who was originally looking sleepy, took a sip of the sweet potato powder in the tomato pot, and his eyes lit up.

"Whoever ordered the mushroom soup can handle it himself, don't come to my tomato pot." Yu Jiaheng also filled a small bowl of tomato soup and noodles.

The taste is really not bad.

He buried his head in blowing on the powder, stopping to blow on it from time to time because it was too hot.

In fact, the taste of every meal is quite good. It can be seen that Ji Mingchen has put his mind to it, but it is really not to his liking.

Yu Jiaheng was healed by this mouthful of tomato soup, and he was in a good mood.

Ji Mingchen looked at him from the side, the corners of his lips were slightly curved, and he tapped the screen of his mobile phone, and there was a chat box with Cen Hao on it.

Ji Mingchen: The 21 days you mentioned doesn't work at all.

Cen Hao:?

Cen Hao: Still getting angry with you over food?no?What do you feed him every day?

The word "hello" pleased Ji Mingchen very much, his throat rolled slightly, and he continued to type: I have tried everything, but I don't like it.

Cen Hao: ...Hey, don't be too cruel, let him eat those things from time to time, it won't be too bad.

Ji Mingchen paused with his fingers, and then replied: Yes.

"Aren't you going to eat?" Yu Jiaheng turned around and saw that the bowls and chopsticks of Ji Mingchen next to him were still clean, and he was puzzled.

Ji Mingchen quickly turned off the phone screen, picked up the chopsticks and coughed lightly, "Eat."

There were two people, Mittel and Tea, fighting with Yu Jiaheng. The meal lasted for nearly three hours, and it was almost nine o'clock.

After paying the bill, Ji Mingchen looked at Yu Jiaheng who was standing at the door of the store rubbing his belly, a little funny, "Don't go back, follow me to check your hands, the national competition team needs to show the rehabilitation certificate."

"Oh, good." It was really exhausting, and Yu Jiaheng didn't plan to go back immediately, so he stood for a while, and then took Ji Mingchen's car to the hospital.

There are still quite a few people in the hospital at this point. They were lucky, and the doctor they met was the same doctor that Yu Jiaheng saw last time.

"Hmm! You're recovering well, not bad." The doctor carefully looked at the hand he stretched out, and issued a certificate according to Ji Mingchen's request, "I'll prescribe you another gel for removing scars, and take this to pay the fee. "

Yu Jiaheng took the doctor's bill, and Ji Mingchen stretched out his hand to take it. He didn't have the nerve to bother others, and hurriedly said, "I'll do it myself, I'll go by myself."

"Okay." Seeing this, Ji Mingchen did not fight him, took out his mobile phone and continued to talk to Cen Hao about the topic that was interrupted just now.

Yu Jiaheng went to the window on the first floor to get the medicine, took the elevator upstairs, and stood in front of him, a mother and a child, who seemed to be walking with him, and the little boy's big black grape-like eyes rolled around him.

He thought it was fun and smiled at the boy.

After getting off the elevator, the little boy who was walking in front of him shook off his mother's hand and ran towards him, "Big Brother! I have a secret to tell you!"

Yu Jiaheng froze for a moment, looked at his mother, the woman looked at her son with an encouraging smile, and then he bent down, "What secret?"

The little boy leaned close to his ear, "Last time I saw another big brother holding you for an injection, and you were still sitting on his lap! Shame!"

After speaking, the boy ran away with a grin.