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Song Mingyi has long been familiar with such a scene, but out of basic self-protection, he patiently waited for the other party to finish speaking, and then asked with a smile: "Can I see your work permit or other identification? Sorry, when I was competing in Singapore , someone said it was a fan, but they gave me a bottle of hydrochloric acid and said it was mineral water."

The man froze for a moment, but he was honest and straightforward, and directly took out the work card he had just put away in his trouser pocket.

Coincidentally, his company is right next to him, and he just got off work at this moment.

Song Mingyi originally just wanted to make sure that this person was not malicious. He just glanced at the certificate and didn't deliberately remember the other party's information.

After reading it, he nodded towards the other party, and said in a gentle tone, "Thank you, I will trouble you."

This young man himself is the operator of a live broadcasting company. He has seen many anchors and e-sports players with many fans. Seeing Song Mingyi's good temper, he was a little embarrassed and scratched his head: "It should, it should."

Then Song Mingyi waved to Ruan Jun, signaling him to sit beside him, while the young man sat on the outermost side of the booth.

He turned on his camera, and was about to use the front camera when he suddenly remembered something, pressed his phone twice, and found the beauty camera that his girlfriend had downloaded for him.

"My girlfriend said it looks handsome!"

Ruan Jun happened to be in the middle of the screen. He caught a glimpse of Song Mingyi on the far right of the screen, fearing that his face would be deformed by the camera, so he sat a little to the left, trying to make room for him.

Song Mingyi went around behind him with one hand, held down his shoulders, and prevented him from squeezing that way, then half of his body was slightly tilted to the back, and his head leaned a little in the direction of Ruan Jun.

He has been a bit busy recently, and he didn't have time to get a haircut in time. Some of his long bangs brushed against Ruan Jun's ears lightly. The slightly itchy feeling immediately made Ruan Jun straighten his back, and the muscles of his waist and legs also tightened. for a moment.

"3--2-1--" The kid counted down to three, then grinned at the camera.

When the photo was finished, Song Mingyi withdrew his palm, and said hello and goodbye, but Ruan Jun still didn't react.

The warmth of Song Mingyi's palm and the strength of the pressing seemed to remain on his shoulders, and the faint itch from the other's hair seemed to be in his ears.

Song Mingyi had already noticed some of his reactions when he dropped his palms, and he didn't make a sound to disturb him, so he just propped his chin and looked at it leisurely.

It wasn't until the waiter brought the dishes they ordered that Ruan Jun woke up like a dream, and he got up awkwardly and wanted to sit across the table.

But in the next second, he was dragged back to the position just now by the force on his wrist.

"Where are you going?" Song Mingyi asked him.

"Sit, sit across from each other." Ruan Jun blinked and replied dryly.

Song Mingyi let go of his wrist, and put the pumpkin porridge brought by the waiter in front of him: "Just sit here."

There was half an arm's distance between the two of them. When Song Mingyi picked up the dishes, his arms would brush past him.

Song Mingyi was wearing a loose sweater under his coat today, and the cuffs were rolled up when he entered the store.He had also been a school athlete for a period of time. Although he was not lean, he had beautiful and firm muscles.

Ruan Jun subconsciously looked at his well-proportioned, thin and clean fingers and wrists.

——These hands are not only suitable for typing on the keyboard, but also suitable for playing the piano.As Ruan Jun thought about it, his heart beat a beat slower.

He didn't say anything immediately, and Song Mingyi took it as his acquiescence.He brought the meat outside the table to himself, and took the initiative to take on the responsibility of grilling the meat.

During this period, Ruan Jun was not ashamed to raise his head to meet his gaze, and still silently stared at Song Mingyi's barbecue hand.

The knuckles of those hands are just right, the only flaw is the scar on the second joint of the right index finger.

The scar seemed to be almost two centimeters in length, entrenched on his almost perfect hand, it could be called a perfect flaw, and it was extremely dazzling.With that hideous and ugly appearance, one can vaguely imagine the blood and flesh when he was injured.

How the hell did this work?

Ruan Jun pondered to himself.

Is it a car accident?accidental injury?Was hit by a falling object?Fight with people?ride a bike?

He thought for a while, but he didn't dare to ask. After all, DOTA2 and the injury on his hand were topics that Song Mingyi had never discussed with outsiders for many years.

Unlike Ruan Jun who was cautious, Song Mingyi didn't know anything about it.

His gripping hand just passed under Ruan Jun's sight, without any fear of showing the scar.

In other words, he is not afraid to show in front of Ruan Jun.

"Eat." Song Mingyi put a piece of meat into the bowl in front of Ruan Jun, and Ruan Jun's gaze followed his hand around.

He moved his lips as if to speak.

Song Mingyi put down his chopsticks, waiting for him to ask about the scar on his hand.

Those words that he didn't want to say to others, when facing this person in front of him, he rarely had the thought of being willing to speak.

If Ruan Jun asked, I would tell him.

Song Mingyi waited for a while, but saw that Ruan Jun opened his mouth with difficulty, pursed his pale lips lightly, and said, "Oh."

Then I really took the chopsticks obediently, dipped the meat in the sauce and stuffed it into my mouth.

As for the others, he didn't say a word.

After eating, he obediently put his eyes on the baking tray, as if waiting for the next piece of meat to be fed.

Song Mingyi: "..."

Song Mingyi watched, and suddenly couldn't say the words that had been roughly thought out in his heart.

But he didn't feel a pity at all, and continued to roast meat for Ruan Jun with the corners of his mouth curled up.

Both of them seemed to have forgotten that Ruan Jun offered to invite Song Mingyi to this meal.

After Song Mingyi finished dividing the roasted meat, Ruan Jun continued with the plate, covered his lips and yawned a little. His eyes were soaked in physiological saline, so they were so clear and beautiful.

Song Mingyi almost subconsciously went to take a picture with his mobile phone.

Speaking of which, his photo album hasn't been updated for a long time.

"Tired?" Song Mingyi pushed the phone away and asked him.

Ruan Jun put down the plate, looked up at Song Mingyi, the water vapor in his eyes hung on the edge of his eye sockets, which was Song Mingyi's favorite look.

The next moment, Ruan Jun stretched out his hand to gently wipe off the moisture with the back of his hand, and nodded, "I'm a little tired. I've never played such a stressful game."

Now when he said this, his tone seemed very calm, and he couldn't see the unwillingness when the base was pushed and defeated not long ago.

But obviously less than two hours have passed, it is absolutely impossible to just let go.

Song Mingyi thought about it, didn't mention today's game, and asked again: "Are you going to change teams? Wouldn't it be uncomfortable to be in this team?"

Ruan Jun took a sip of tea to moisten his throat, his voice rolled on the edge of his throat, a little low, but also a little youthful: "Yes... I am going to change teams. I just don't know if the team I want to join will accept me. "

On this point, Song Mingyi, the team manager, has the most say: "I said in the first commentary that the team that doesn't accept you is definitely a team that doesn't want to make money."

Ruan Jun heard this sentence when he watched the replay later, he was delighted to hear it at the time, but listening to it now made him more certain.

As soon as Song Mingyi finished speaking, a lot of small lights appeared in Ruan Jun's eyes, and stars fell in his pupils.A question just crawled from Ruan Jun's heart to his lips.

——Teacher Song, do you want to make money?

But it's not right, the timing is not right.

Not to mention that this sounded like a sales pitch of "Learning about swimming and fitness", he was afraid that Song Mingyi would misunderstand that he wanted to enter the King of Glory team of the BMG club.

But he just wanted to say to Song Mingyi: [Coach, I want to play DOTA].

Besides, he still doesn't know if Song Mingyi will play DOTA2 in the future, and he hasn't had time to find a suitable real machine to ask him about DOTA2.

Besides, Song Mingyi hasn't spoken for so many years, does he not like others mentioning this in front of him?

Thinking of this, Ruan Jun silently swallowed the question on his lips.

Song Mingyi observed his expression, saw the light in his eyes, and saw the muscles at the corners of his mouth move slightly, he thought Ruan Jun would say something——

But after waiting, Ruan Jun just lowered his head to eat the barbecue on the plate.

Song Mingyi once again: "..."

Song Mingyi looked at the meat on his plate that he roasted with his own hands, and became more curious about Ruan Jun, and at the same time had doubts about himself.

What did he want to say but didn't say?Am I not worthy of him finding a topic to talk to me?

Song Mingyi finished his portion of meat slowly, and the masseter muscles in his jaw swelled with his movements.

He remembered how many times Ruan Jun subconsciously followed his gaze during the competition.His intuition gradually became firm in his heart, and he didn't believe that this person was not curious about him.

"Do you want a copy of the selfie just now?" Song Mingyi asked.

I just took a selfie with a passer-by fan, and the other party sent a copy to Song Mingyi by airdrop, but Ruan Jun had an Android phone, so he couldn't receive it.

Ruan Jun nodded: "Yes." He took out his mobile phone as he spoke, "Shall I add you on WeChat?"

Song Mingyi nodded, reported his ID, and when he sent the photo, he said, "It's better to laugh than to cry."

Ruan Jun raised his head to look at him, his lips were stained with the tea he just drank, which looked extremely soft.

"Huh?" He didn't understand the meaning of Song Mingyi's words.

Song Mingyi didn't look up at him, but just looked down at the selfie just now, his thumb just covered the passerby's face.

As if talking to himself, he said: "Don't talk about his girlfriend, I feel bad when I see it."

After finishing speaking, Ruan Jun opened his cat-like eyes, subconsciously pursed his lips, and blushed blushing.

God knows that this is the first time he has been so embarrassed in front of Song Mingyi.

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