cry one let me see

The domestic game media that reported this matter called Ruan Du a "reckless new star" who was a newborn calf, and at the same time revealed that he had once played King of Glory, so T-lion, a name that had almost faded out of people's sight, suddenly appeared. was brought up again.

But Ruan Jun, who was having dinner with Song Mingyi holding his head down, didn't know about all this.

"I've watched their games." Ruan Jun watched Song Mingyi take the hot food out of the microwave and picked up his chopsticks. "GameControl is really good, but they were not among the most popular teams in the year they won the championship."

Song Mingyi looked at him amusedly, and said softly, "Eat first."

"..." Ruan Jun obediently picked up the food, stuffed it into his mouth, chewed it twice and then swallowed: "Especially that Jump, I remember when they played against Team Herm in the last game, he got it in three rounds It was all in the late stage, he basically didn't play any role, and the game was over. To put it bluntly, he just lay down and won."

Song Mingyi nodded: "Yes, eat some vegetables."

Ruan Jun ate some vegetables, put them in a bowl and continued, "And if I remember correctly, every time GameControl meets your QG team, the winning rate is basically 30%."

Song Ming couldn't help laughing: "Ruan Langlang, do you still want to eat?"

Ruan Jun glanced at him, pursed his lips, and went to pick up the food.

Finally obediently eat.

Song Mingyi had a smile on his lips, thinking that some people looked soft, but they turned out to be so stubborn.

He suddenly remembered that a few days ago, Ruan Jun sent a private message on Steam asking him if he had anything to say, and then he was interrupted by the training match, so it dragged on for so many days.

Song Mingyi wanted to ask, but considering how difficult it was for the child to eat obediently, it was better to wait until he finished eating.

As a result, Ruan Jun's meal was destined to be unpalatable.

He had just spoken a few words when the phone rang, and the caller ID was T-lion's boss, Ruan Jun's former boss.

"Hey, Xiaojun—" Ruan Jun turned on the speakerphone with the lowest voice, and still held the bowl with his hand, and the voice inside came out just like that.

Hearing this title, Song Mingyi raised his brows.

"—Are you playing with Yishen now?" asked the other side.

"Yes. Yes." Ruan Jun glanced at Ruan Jun.

"Then you, uh, is there anyone next to you now?" the boss asked.

Ruan Jun was puzzled for a moment: "Do you need me?"

"That's right, you should find a place where no one is around."

Ruan Jun was a little reluctant to move, looked at the gentle Song Mingyi, "shushed" him, and said to the phone: "No one."

"Okay, that's it. I heard about your new team. Look, that Song Mingyi, who has been away from the arena for so long, may not be able to achieve good results. I just want to form a team here. A Dota team, I think you are pretty good, and our team has sufficient funds here, the treatment is definitely different from yours there, why don't you consider coming to my side? I can pay for the transfer fee I helped you out."

Ruan Jun frowned: "No need. I still have something to do, first..."

"Hey wait!" The other side clicked, "You are still too young to know the impact of sufficient funds on a person or a team. Song Mingyi is about to start selling houses for the team, how good will this be for you What about the conditions? I think you still..."

On the phone, they were still chattering about trying to persuade Ruan Jun to transfer, even throwing out the condition of a monthly salary of 1w5, and the other party was trying their best to win Ruan Jun.

But he just glanced at Song Mingyi, whose expression was still calm, and even looked at him with a smile on his lips, and then hung up the phone of Boss T-lion.

Ruan Jun put down the bowl in his hand for the second time, pulled out the chair and sat next to Song Mingyi.

"Are you really selling the house?"

Song Mingyi sighed: "Yes, but it's not all for the team. I have enough savings for the time being. I just want to sell the original house and change it..."

Ruan Jun interrupted him: "You can't lie to me."

Song Mingyi paused: "I'm not lying to you. It's really not that far."

Ruan Jun frowned, with a very unhappy expression, and asked, "Then how long will your savings be enough to support the team?"

After I said it, I felt that this sentence was a bit offensive to privacy and crossed the line, so I waved my hand and retracted: "Forget it, if you say enough..."

"At least two months." Song Mingyi replied.

Two months, that is, the funds during the competition and the funds for the last training month may not be enough.

"Then what do you do when you plan to compete?" Ruan Jun asked, "Why don't you stop paying my salary."

Song Mingyi saw his nervous eyes, couldn't help but squeeze his hand.

Looking at the people in the training room outside, he resisted the urge to hold them in his arms, and just put his arms on his shoulders.

"What are you talking about. What should be given to you, you can't lose a single point, and they are too. During the game, you can have the money to sell the house."

"Why not consider sponsorship?"

Sponsorship is also a major source of income for the team. All of them thought that Song Mingyi would arrange this matter, but they didn't expect that Song Mingyi hadn't contacted a sponsor after three months of training time.

Song Mingyi squeezed Ruan Jun's hand and explained carefully: "Cooperating with sponsors' activities is sometimes a waste of time for us."

Some sponsors will require team players to go out to participate in commercials, make programs, and cooperate with live broadcasts before the game, etc. For a team like them with too tight time, it will inevitably cause some delays.

Ruan Jun didn't hesitate: "Then find someone who doesn't need to cooperate more. I believe you can arrange it."

Song Mingyi couldn't hold back, took Ruan Jun's hand to his mouth and kissed him while no one was looking at him: "So trust me?"

Ruan Jun blushed from his kiss, retracted his hand, and said dryly: "I trusted you at first. But you hold everything to yourself."

He suddenly lost a bit or two, hesitated before saying: "For example, you gave my mother the transfer fee I gave you, why didn't you tell me? I don't know anything."

"The money should have been yours. Put it on my side, and I will keep it for you. I plan to return it to you together with your bonus."

Ruan Jun struggled for a moment: "Why are you staring at this money? My focus is not on this money."

Song Mingyi suddenly felt that they were probably chatting across servers: "? Then you are..."

Ruan Jun held his hand instead, and squeezed it a few times in a bit of confusion: "I think you don't tell me anything, as if we...are not lovers." The last few words, Ruan Jun After finishing speaking, the roots of my ears turned red again.

Song Mingyi pinched his earlobe: "You sent a private message on Steam that day, what you wanted to tell me...is this?"

Ruan Jun nodded, looked down at Song Mingyi's right index finger injury, and said.

"I've been paying attention to you all the time, from my high school until now. But even so, there are still many things I don't know. But I want to know, and I want to hear you tell me." After he finished speaking, he looked up at Song Mingyi, like In order to express my sincerity, I added: "If I have anything, I will definitely tell you."

After a long circle, it turned out that this is what his family Langlang wanted to say.

Song Mingyi sighed in a low voice, feeling overwhelmed, took another sip of Ruan Jun's lips while no one was there, kneaded Ruan Jun's hot earlobe with his fingertips, and made a promise: "I will tell you all the time in the future."

Happy or unhappy, I will share it later.