Reborn as a rival fanboy [E-sports]

After taking out the photos, Wang Zhengping and other members of the team swiped the missed calls on the mobile phone, and the two quickly took a taxi back to the airport.

"You two still know there is a competition?" Wang Zhengping, whose neck was almost stretched out like a giraffe, felt that his life was ruined by them.

"I'm sorry, I'll say hello to you next time." Ji Mingchen took the lead in admitting his mistake.

next time?

Wang Zhengping almost couldn't breathe again, he pursed his lips and waved his hands, "It's up to you, anyway, it's not me who will be picked out and scolded."

As a result, his words came true. Before the plane started, Yu Jiaheng checked his phone for the last time, and the popular post on the forum became a photo of the two of them just taken in the camera museum. Run to fall in love? 】

There is also a post below [German player Sledge's day before the game, let's see how hard the professional players are]

As soon as he posted a post, he knew that he was the champion of the old pull.

The first-class seats are all separated. Yu Jiaheng poked his head, but still couldn’t see the situation of other people. His fingers swung back and forth between the titles of these two posts, but he still didn’t click on them. The flight attendant came over to remind him that the plane was about to leave. After taking off, Yu Jiaheng pressed the button to shut down, closed his eyes and took the time to rest.

After landing, he and Ji Mingchen were placed in two separate rooms under Wang Zhengping's strict scrutiny, and Wang Zhengping lived in the middle one.

"Don't worry about the forum, hurry up and beat the jet lag." Yu Jiaheng's eyelids were drooping, and Wang Zhengping urged him to take a bath in his room, and fell asleep.

For three days, he fell asleep for two days, and he almost recovered on the last day, feeling refreshed.

"Ding." There was a message on the phone.

Yu Jiaheng groped over and took a look, it wasn't from Ji Mingchen, he pursed his mouth and threw it aside.

"Ding." As soon as he put it down, another one came.

This time his eyes lit up.

[Ji Mingchen: Are you awake? 】

Yu Jiaheng typed quickly: Wake up.

The moment it was sent, it showed that it was typing...

[Ji Mingchen: Come to the restaurant on the second floor, the third table on the left. 】

Yu Jiaheng lifted the quilt with a "swish" and turned over to look for clothes to change on. He hurried to the bathroom to brush his teeth and wash his face. Finally, he took out a small plastic comb from the disposable daily necessities provided by the hotel, and faced the mirror with the hair he had cut before leaving. I combed it carefully to make sure that no tuft of hair was turned up, and I pulled the clothes and put them out the door.

In the restaurant, Ji Mingchen waved to him, and Yu Jiaheng walked over and found that there was another person sitting beside him.

It is the German team Sledge who has seen many times on the field before.

"Hallo!" Sledge greeted him generously. After the two shook hands, Yu Jiaheng sat down next to Ji Mingchen, and a bowl of spaghetti bolognese was pushed in front of him.

"Let's make do with it first, and I'll cook what you like for you when I go back." Maybe Yu Jiaheng's dislike had been written all over his face, Ji Mingchen raised his hand and pinched his earlobe, and said softly.

As soon as cooking was mentioned, Yu Jiaheng immediately remembered what he cut his hand last time, and shook his head, "No, you are not allowed to touch the kitchen without my permission."

Ji Mingchen laughed, "Okay."

Watching their interaction, Sledge paused when he cut the sausage on the plate, blinked, and then met Ji Mingchen's raised eyes.

"Dein Freund? (Your boyfriend?)" Sledge pointed at Yu Jiaheng with the handle end of the dining fork.

"Mein Geliebter."

"Hmm..." Sledge nodded with raised eyebrows, and gave a thumbs up, "Super!"

Ji Mingchen rarely smiled in front of outsiders, "Dankeschn (thank you)."

After Sledge finished eating and said goodbye to them, Yu Jiaheng elbowed Ji Mingchen.

"?" Ji Mingchen, who had an inexplicable elbow, turned his head.

Yu Jiaheng, who still had spaghetti in his mouth, picked up the cup and took a sip of water, swallowing, "What are you guys saying so mysteriously?"

"Hmm..." Ji Mingchen pulled a tissue to wipe the meat sauce from his mouth, "He asked me who you are."

Yu Jiaheng squinted his eyes, "Then?"

"Then I said, you are my husband." As soon as Ji Mingchen finished speaking, the thin-skinned person's face started to smoke again.

Grass.

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Although he didn't know if what Ji Mingchen said was true or not, Yu Jiaheng jumped up in an instant and strode towards the elevator.

The eyes of the people around them seemed to follow them.

Shame.

Realizing that he was teasing people too much, Ji Mingchen hurried to catch up, but was stopped by Wang Zhengping who was killed on the way, "What are you doing? What are you doing early in the morning?"

"After dinner, take a walk." Ji Mingchen's eyes were still following Yu Jiaheng who was waiting for the elevator.

Wang Zhengping frowned so much that he wished he could be pinched to death, "Think I'm blind? Keep a good distance between you two. Private communication is prohibited until the game is over."

Heartbroken, Wang Zhengping watched them go upstairs and went back to his room, closed the door, and then entered his room.

Yu Jiaheng was leaning on the small sofa in the room to watch the replay video of the recent training game. He will play tomorrow. He sharpened his guns before the battle. He is used to giving himself a sense of mental oppression before the game. Proper tension will make him better play.

After watching halfway, a message window began to pop up on the screen.

[An unread message from Ji Mingchen]

[Three unread messages from Ji Mingchen]

Yu Jiaheng's fingers paused for a while, and he clicked in.

[Ji Mingchen: [screenshot], the note has been changed, do you like it? 】

The picture was a chat box with him, and the background pattern changed from the default one to one of the two people's group photos that day, the one where he was pinching Ji Mingchen's face and laughing.

The remark name on the top of the head: Husband.

Yu Jiaheng:? ? ?

He then rowed down.

[Ji Mingchen: [Screenshot] Fans of other people have rewards]

[Ji Mingchen: [Grievance.jpg] If we win the award, can we give my little fan a little reward? 】

The cursor flickered in the input box, and Yu Jiaheng squeezed the phone tightly.

[Yu Jiaheng: What do you want? 】

After he finished the fight, he realized that it was too passive for him to be led by the nose all the time.

Just like the previous few times of making out, he was the one who got messed up in the end, and Ji Mingchen could continue talking nonsense like a normal person.

After deleting the words in the input box one by one, Yu Jiaheng thought about it, and typed slowly with a blushing face.

[Yu Jiaheng: If you win an award, you can do whatever you want]

As soon as it was sent, it showed that it was typing...

Yu Jiaheng continued typing.

【Yu Jiaheng: Do it on my gaming chair】

The words being typed stopped instantly.

The person who sent the message was so ashamed that he turned off the screen and hit the armrest of the sofa with his forehead.

Hastily.

What is he talking about?

Was that just posted by himself?

After what seemed like a century, Yu Jiaheng rubbed his red forehead, unlocked the phone with the determination to die, and opened the chat box with trembling fingers.

[Ji Mingchen: Good. 】

[Ji Mingchen: I took a screenshot]

[Ji Mingchen: Baby, will you wear the team uniform then? 】

"boom!"

Yu Jiaheng seemed to be scalded, and suddenly threw the phone back on the bed. The phone hit the mattress with a muffled sound, bounced up and fell on the carpet.

"Ding." The mobile phone on the carpet issued another message prompt, and the screen lit up.

【Ji Mingchen: It's the dog who regrets it】