cry one let me see

On the way back, neither of them spoke.

It was not until the whole day of training was over and everyone went back to their rooms that Ruan Jun pulled off Song Mingyi's sleeves.

"Senior." He lowered his head and asked, "What did my mother tell you?"

The two stood at the door of his room, Ruan Jun was half in the room with only one arm outstretched.

Like a kitten waiting to be taken home and petted.

Song Mingyi looked down at him and held his hand.

The joints are distinct, and the back of the hand is so hard that the blue veins are stretched, and the tension is obvious.

Song Mingyi held onto the door, pushed Ruan Jun in with one hand, then took a long legged step and squeezed into the room.

Ruan Jun took a step back and leaned against the wall by the door.

"I thought you wouldn't talk to me today, Langshen."

Ruan Jun: "I haven't."

The tone is flat, but the mouth is a little pouting, so cute that I have nothing to say.

Song Mingyi wanted to rub his head, but was avoided.

"You really hate me." Song Mingyi said, "Is it because I made my own decisions today?"

His tone was so gentle that Ruan Jun couldn't say "yes", he could only answer: "I don't hate you."

Song Mingyi took the opportunity to put his hand on his head and rubbed it: "Is that what you like?"

"Nor..." He opened his mouth, but his heartbeat almost leaked out of his mouth.Ruan Jun simply pursed his lips.

Song Mingyi's hand suddenly moved from Ruan Jun's head to the back of his neck, gently pulling him around, Ruan Jun's forehead just pressed against his chest.

Across a layer of flesh and blood, every beat of his heart expresses his longing for the person in front of him.

Did you hear that, Ruan Jun?

The dark environment makes one's hearing sharp. Not long after, Song Mingyi suddenly heard a sniffling sound.

He lifted Ruan Jun's chin, and sure enough, he saw that his eyes were red, and a single teardrop was hanging on the edge of the eye socket.

Song Mingyi couldn't stand his expression the most, his heart was going out of rhythm.

"What's wrong?" He sighed, and gently wiped away the tear for him.

It's dying.

In the past, when people were not crying, he wanted to see them cry, but now that the other party was inexplicably wronged and crying, he couldn't see the tears anymore.

Ruan Jun turned his head slightly to avoid his fingers, and his soft lips brushed against his fingertips.

Feels like petals.

"Senior, my mother, did you tell me something bad about me? She used to always say that I was worthless, disobedient, and that I couldn't do anything..."

Song Mingyi interrupted him: "No. She didn't say anything bad about you to me. She just asked me to remind you to call her every week in the future."

In fact, Ruan's mother pulled Song Mingyi to say a lot of bad things about him, such as why this boss is so unreliable, cheating college students out of money, such as how dare this boss open a club and start a company if he has a business license?

Ruan Jun raised his head suddenly in surprise, and the water in his eye sockets was pulled down by gravity.

"Are you worried that I will have a problem with you after hearing those bad words?" Song Mingyi suddenly realized something.

Ruan Jun's dodging eyes confessed everything.

Song Mingyi understood that he was stuck.

Song Mingyi led the man to the window, did not turn on the light, and recognized Ruan Jun's expression with the faint light outside: "You should have heard a lot of comments about me from the media outside, and there are good and bad things in it. After listening, you will Hate me?"

Ruan Jun shook his head.

"It is normal for the e-sports industry to enter the industry at the age of [-] or [-]. Most people drop out of school to enter the industry. If you successfully entered a university, you took a break to play professionally. The study and e-sports arrangement in the industry is so good, and at the same time it is such an outstanding player. , I saw you alone. It’s too late for me to appreciate you, why should I hate you?”

Song Mingyi actually understood Ruan Jun's mood very well.

Their family situations are somewhat similar, and many situations and encounters are also similar. What Ruan Jun is experiencing, he may have gone through all of them in his early years.

"You are still young, and there are still many championships to be won. In the future, many people will like you." Song Mingyi smiled and said to him, his eyes were soft and gentle, "What troubles you now will pass away."

Ruan Jun was engrossed in his eyes, only feeling that courage gradually flowed from his limbs to his heart.

"Don't let other people like me." His brown pupils were clear, just like the way he looked at the commentary booth from the competition stage on the first day, "As long as senior...don't hate me."

The news that Song Mingyi had established a DOTA2 team spread throughout the industry the next day through the mouth of BURN.Games.

The next day, Song Mingyi's mobile phone was overwhelmed with various news.

There were media who asked if they could be interviewed, former teammates and friends who inquired about the news, those who recommended themselves and asked if they were good people, and the live broadcast platform that moved after hearing the news, came to ask Song Mingyi and the team if they wanted to start a live broadcast... all kinds of things , of all kinds.

Song Mingyi didn't reply.

On the contrary, there were two live streaming companies, and they were reluctant to call Song Mingyi. Song Mingyi didn't answer the first few calls. As a result, the callers from the platform became the brand manager and vice president, and Song Mingyi had to answer two.

When Ruan Jun was smoking with Song Mingyi, he heard Song Mingyi refuse coldly: "Yes, you are right, but we don't need it for now."

The other side said something else, Song Mingyi said: "Okay, then I will think about it for two days, and I will reply you the day after tomorrow."

Ruan Jun kept this matter in his heart.

After training at night, he found Song Mingyi.

Song Mingyi took off his sweater, wore a pair of loose trousers, and was doing push-ups in the room. When he came to open the door, his nose was still a little sweaty.

Ruan Jun: "Can I come in?"

Song Mingyi panted a little, and moved away from the door.

"Senior, I did the math." Ruan Jun showed him the notepad in his hand: "The monthly salary of each of our team members is 8, the monthly salary of the coach is 1, and the monthly rent is 2." , Auntie is 1k a month, plus food and drink for the team, you will cover water and electricity, and these are calculated as 2k. I heard the other day that you pay back 3 yuan to the family every month... so it is 2 yuan per month, which is close to 5 in expenses. Until Ti, there are still three or four months, which is really not a small burden for you." After Ruan Jun finished the calculation, he asked again: "I think... live broadcasting can actually be considered."

"At this stage, there is actually no need to consider the issue of funds," Song Mingyi put the dumbbells on the ground under the bed, "I will definitely be able to support Ti with the funds in my hand. If there is a live broadcast, the platform will stipulate the duration of the live broadcast in the contract. To everyone The energy, the concentration, it's all a problem."

Ruan Jun nodded.

"Do you want to broadcast live?" Song Mingyi threw down his wristband, took a side snack and threw it to Ruan Jun.

When Ju Rui was buying milk tea that day, the store gave away a portion of dried fruit. He saw that Ruan Jun had eaten all of it, so he went to buy some the day before yesterday.

Ruan Jun tore open the packaging bag, stuffed a mouthful of dried strawberries into his mouth, his cheeks were pushed up, like a little hamster hoarding food.

"I don't want to broadcast live. I just want to concentrate on playing the game."

Song Mingyi wiped the sweat from his forehead: "Then I'll ask them."

As he spoke, he picked up his mobile phone and sent screenshots of the messages sent to him by the two platforms to ONG's group, with a sentence: "If you are interested, let me know."

Zuo Kai, and Xia Benchi directly replied that there was no, while Chu Ming said a little more: "There are only 150 days left, why do you broadcast? Concentrate on training."

Downstairs, Ju Rui had just typed a line, when he saw Chu Ming's words, he silently lost his breath, quietly opened the door and went to the third floor.

He knocked lightly on the door, looked left and right, feeling guilty, and opened the door without waiting for a reply.

What came into view was Ruan Junhe sitting by the bed, feeding Song Mingyi with a piece of snack.

Ju Rui: "?"

Am I in the wrong room?

Ruan Jun was startled, he stuffed the dried fruit in Song Mingyi's mouth, got up and stood beside him, his ears blushing.

It's all because the senior was just curious about the taste of dried fruit, and he refused to open a bag by himself, so he insisted on giving him a taste.

Ju Rui: "..."

I didn't understand it just now, but I seem to understand it now.

But they haven't come out yet, so just pretend they don't know.

Ju Rui thought he was involved in everything, and he didn't mention it very caringly: "Yishen, I actually want to live broadcast a little bit, and I'm a little short of money."

Song Mingyi sat on the edge of the bed with his elbows on his knees: "What happened?"

It is reasonable to say that they do not need to spend money on food and accommodation. Ju Rui is a 17-year-old child and does not have the pressure to support a family. It makes no sense that 8k a month is not enough.

Ju Rui turned his head, a little shy: "I, I'm in a relationship, and it costs money."

Song Mingyi swallowed the dried fruit: "Spend 8k on the girl every month? Still think it's not enough?"

Ju Rui nodded stupidly: "She's very beautiful, just buying bags and cosmetics costs a lot of money, and I have to give her gifts."

"The female anchor you've been watching these two days is what you like?" Ruan Jun asked.

He knew that Ju Rui had been watching a female anchor in his free time for a short time.

Ju Rui turned his head and nodded.

Song Mingyi: "Biaozi."

"? Yishen, are you talking about me?"

Song Mingyi replied coldly: "No, I'm talking about Biaozi."

Ju Rui: "?"

Why do you still feel that something is wrong?