Reborn as a rival fanboy [E-sports]

However, Yu Jiaheng still leaned against him as if he had no bones, and he couldn't let him sit on the sofa by himself, otherwise he would cry again.

The drunk Yu Jiaheng completely turned into an unreasonable child.

Ji Mingchen sighed for the second time, enduring this sweet and painful errand, letting him hang his arms around his neck, walked to get a chocolate cone, unwrapped it and handed it to him.

Yu Jiaheng happily took it, licked it in small mouthfuls, and sucked it from time to time.

Seeing the tip of his tongue poking around, Ji Mingchen's nose itched a little.

With ice cream, Ji Mingchen didn't look good in his eyes anymore. He wanted to take his hand and go to the bathroom to help him wipe his crying cat's face, but he opened it with disgust.

The cone was very small, and within a few bites, there was only an empty paper shell left. A circle of white beard appeared around Yu Jiaheng's mouth, and chocolate crumbs were still sticking to it.

He was about to hug Ji Mingchen with his hand dipped in chocolate, and suddenly there were a few brown paw prints on his shirt.

"Hmm..." Ji Mingchen carried the drunk Yu Jiaheng, who was still walking crookedly, into the bathroom, and wiped his hands. When he wiped his mouth, Yu Jiaheng didn't cooperate, and kept turning his head to hide.

"Good boy." Ji Mingchen took the potato chips and handed them to him, Yu Jiaheng hugged the potato chips and did not move.

After wiping his mouth clean, Ji Mingchen took a washcloth and dipped it in water to wipe the tears on his face. Yu Jiaheng obediently closed his eyes, his eyelashes trembling.

He couldn't help touching it, the touch felt a little strange on his hand, he touched it a few more times until Yu Jiaheng frowned.

"Okay." Ji Mingchen's voice gradually sank, "Yu Jiaheng."

"Huh?" Yu Jiaheng half-opened his eyes, but his eyes were still out of focus.

"Do you... still remember the World Championships?" Ji Mingchen asked tentatively.

Yu Jiaheng tilted his head, "I remember."

"Do you remember that you passed out in the world championship?"

Yu Jiaheng shook his head.

"Then you, when was the first day you came to SFM?" Ji Mingchen changed the question.

Yu Jiaheng seriously thought about this problem with his brain that could not function quickly.

Ji Mingchen was not in a hurry, he turned on the faucet in the bathtub to turn on the hot water, and tested the water temperature by the way.

"It's been a long time..." Yu Jiaheng behind him suddenly whispered, "I even quarreled with a pervert."

"?" Ji Mingchen turned around, "What change?"

"Changed Ji Mingchen..." Yu Jiaheng's voice became smaller and smaller, like a mosquito.

Ji Mingchen heard this sentence when he moved closer.

"What's wrong with Ji Mingchen, the pervert?" He laughed.

Yu Jiaheng lowered his head and stopped talking, Ji Mingchen noticed his ears were red sharply.

He became even more curious.

Did he do anything outrageous to Yu Jiaheng before?

"Tell me, I'll help you find perverted Ji Mingchen, and help you vent your anger." He raised Yu Jiaheng's chin that was buried in his collar.

"You can't beat him... I can't even beat him, you definitely can't!" After thinking about it, Yu Jiaheng seriously refused.

"It doesn't matter, if we fight him together, we can definitely beat him."

It seems to make sense.

Yu Jiaheng frowned, and before he could speak, his face turned red again, and he dodged his eyes, "He...he doesn't wear clothes..."

"He still held me down, to me...that..."

Which... is that?

When did this happen?Why didn't he know it himself?

He did press Yu Jiaheng twice, the two times during the previous quarrel, but he was wearing clothes.

Ji Mingchen lowered his eyes.

"Can you really beat him?" After Yu Jiaheng finished speaking, he tugged at the corner of his clothes nervously.

The mind of the person whose clothes were pulled was still blank.

"Are you lying to me again?" Yu Jiaheng was anxious when he couldn't wait for an answer.

Afraid that he would be unhappy again, Ji Mingchen snapped back to his senses, "I didn't lie to you."

"But if you don't explain it clearly to me, how can I help you?" He half coaxed Yu Xiaoren Jiaheng to the side of the bathtub where the water was filled, "What's wrong with him holding you down?"

The hot water in the bathtub had already been put away, and Yu Jiaheng was wearing only a T-shirt with the neckline opened quite wide.

Should come off nicely.

Yu Jiaheng pursed her lips, "He...is perverted, lustful, erotic, and still won't let me eat..."

A series of accusations burst out of his mouth.

Cursing and cursing, Yu Jiaheng picked his fingers and yawned.

Sleepy.

After so long arguing just now, the fatigue after drinking suddenly came up. Yu Jiaheng stood by the bathtub, his figure wobbled, and almost fell into it. Ji Mingchen hurriedly held him.

"Are you tired? Take a shower and sleep, okay?" Ji Mingchen tried to lift his blouse from the hem of his clothes. He thought Yu Jiaheng would resist, but the other party was unexpectedly cooperative, and even raised his arm to make it easier for him Actions.

His heart suddenly became soft.

He was helping people take off their shirts, but Yu Jiaheng stretched out his hand and pulled off his outer pants. In the blink of an eye, only a pair of shorts were left on his body.

Ji Mingchen's breathing was hot, and he tried not to look at the smooth body in front of him.

And Yu Jiaheng didn't know his dangerous situation at all, and even bent down in front of him and tore off his shorts.

The round arc was close in front of his eyes, Ji Mingchen was taken aback for a moment, turned his head to avoid it, and tightened his fingers.

He's not sober yet.

No.

There was a sound of water entering behind him, "Ah...it's a little hot."

Yu Jiaheng grabbed his arm with wet hands, and said softly, "The water is so hot..."

He just felt that this hand was hotter, and it was going to burn his three souls and six souls out of his body.

What a torture.

Ji Mingchen avoided looking at the person in front of him, pursed his lips to adjust the water temperature, "Okay, try again."

As soon as the words fell, Yu Jiaheng supported his shoulders, stretched his legs and stepped into the water, another slap print was soaked on his back.

It is inevitable to see some scenes from this angle, and the images that have been imagined in his mind in the middle of the night countless times occupy all his mind in an instant.

The color is lighter than expected.

The water temperature should be adjusted correctly, Yu Jiaheng felt it and sat in, then raised his head, reached out and grabbed Ji Mingchen's sleeve.

"Aren't you taking a shower?"

The blue veins on Ji Mingchen's forehead tensed up, and when he turned his head, there seemed to be a bottomless black mist brewing in his eyes. Yu Jiaheng instinctively felt the danger, and pulled back his arm at the corner of his clothes.

the following afternoon.

Yu Jiaheng woke up from hunger. He had a dream. In the dream, he ate a lot of meat. He kept eating, but it was very strange. It seemed that every time he really bit into it, the piece of meat ran away.

The more he ate, the hungrier he became, and he couldn't bear it any longer, so he opened his eyes.

Half a second later, the person on the bed sat up straight, his eyes wide open.

He lifted the quilt and bowed his head.

He was wearing only a white shirt, which was at least two sizes bigger than his figure.

Yu Jiaheng touched his lower body with trembling hands, and heaved a sigh of relief when his fingers touched his underwear.

Fortunately.

wrong!

He lifted up the white shirt that hung down to his thighs again.

It's not fucking his panties.

Just as thousands of horses were galloping in his mind, footsteps sounded outside the bedroom.

Yu Jiaheng pulled the quilt to lie down at the speed of light, returned to the posture before getting up just now, and closed his eyes.

The sound of footsteps was deliberately muted when he approached the bed, but he could still hear it from the frequency of the steps.

It's Ji Mingchen.

"Still awake?"

No, I can't wake up.

Yu Jiaheng tried his best to relax, so that no one would notice the clues, but soon he smelled the aroma of milk at the tip of his nose, as if there was also the smell of noodles and beef.

Greedy worms began to appear in his mouth, and his will wavered a little.

So hungry.

In the end, it was his body that betrayed him, just when the sound of footsteps made a movement, as if he was about to turn around and leave, Yu Jiaheng's stomach let out a growl.

Oh shit.

He heard Ji Mingchen chuckle, and couldn't pretend anymore, Yu Jiaheng sat up with his face downcast and his eyes open.

Ji Mingchen was standing by the bed, holding a plate in his hand. On the plate was a large bowl of beef noodles, sprinkled with his favorite green onion, and served with a glass of milk, which was still steaming.

Seeing that his eyes were glued to the food, Ji Mingchen's wake-up call worked, and he bent down to put the dinner plate on the bedside table.

"I rely on!"

Unexpectedly, Yu Jiaheng turned over and got out of bed suddenly, and bumped into each other, the noodle soup and the glass on the dinner plate were shaking.

Yu Jiaheng quickly reached out to stabilize the big bowl of beef noodles.

In the next second, a glass full of warm milk was poured on him with a "wow--".

"Sorry..." Ji Mingchen quickly put down the plate, "Is it too hot—"

The second half of the sentence was silent on his lips.

The white shirt on Yu Jiaheng's body was wet a lot, and the hem of the shirt was dripping with milk, and the wet cloth was pressed against his flat abdomen, and the undulating arc made Ji Mingchen's breathing stagnate.

When he looked down and saw the white liquid winding down Yu Jiaheng's white thighs, Ji Mingchen swallowed heavily.

Yu Jiaheng saw that his expression was wrong and his expression was dull, so he looked down.

Grass.

"Look at that! Hurry up and help me get the paper!" He exploded, pulled up the pillow on the bed, and slammed Ji Mingchen hard on the head.

Ji Mingchen staggered, the pillow was soft and not lethal, but it gave him the illusion that Yu Jiaheng was acting like a baby, blood gushed out of his body, he turned around and ran out of the bedroom.

"?" Yu Jiaheng chased him out shyly and angrily, only in time to see his back entering the bathroom.

Then, the sound of water sounded.

As a man, Yu Jiaheng immediately understood, the blush on his face instantly spread to the base of his neck like a prairie fire, he pinched the corner of his clothes, and he didn't care to wipe off the milk on his body and whether he was hungry or not, at the door Find your shoes, step in, open the door and run out.

"Damn it?!" Just as he ran to the door of his own dormitory, Mittel and Tea who were at the opposite door seemed to be walking back after lunch.

Mittel let out a strange cry, his face full of shock.

He glanced at Yu Jiaheng up and down, his eyes turned around on his extremely ill-fitting shirt, and then stayed on the suspicious white liquid on his leg, then turned his head and slapped Tea on the face, covering his face closed his eyes, "Children can't see!"

Tea, "?"

Yu Jiaheng wanted to die already.