cry one let me see

RE and Xiaoyu quietly listened to Song Mingyi's words, and did not dare to answer.

The appearance of the two of them sitting obediently is like a living emoticon pack of [Elegant.JPG].

After all, they were only here to explain Qifan, and they were not qualified to comment on the referee team.

Song Mingyi was keenly aware of the shortness of breath of the two of them, so he stepped out of the steps first, and led the two children down: "But anyway, now that the official has placed it here, I think it is enough." Turn back and arrange the topic: "The next game will be a crucial game for both teams."

RE quickly responded: "That's right, if T-lion doesn't change in the next round..."

Each of RE and Xiaoyu said a word, making the atmosphere of this round extremely tense.

When the camera panned to T-lion's team, the faces of the other people in the team were not very good-looking. The coach was bowing his head and saying something, but the players seemed absent-minded.

On the other side, T-lion's opponents all had relaxed faces, almost laughing.

That's right, they originally thought that they were going to face a strong team that had won four weeks in a row, but in the end, the opponent committed suicide, and they were about to hand over the victory of the fifth week to themselves. Although winning was too easy, it was better than losing Bar?

Before looking away, Song Mingyi took another look at Ruan Jun.

Ruan Jun is now propping his forehead with one hand and rubbing it in circles, while the other hand is clenched and placed next to the phone, the thin muscles on his arms are bulging, and he looks a little hesitant and anxious.

When Song Mingyi noticed the selection, Ruan Jun glanced at the coach standing behind him, and nodded to him, very cooperative and obedient.

On the contrary, when the coach was talking to Yu Wanwan and Sun Xiao, the two were a little impatient.

In fact, there is no suspense in this game, everything is a repeat of the previous game.

This time Ruan Jun chose Li Bai, who was more capable of escaping. After he tried to participate in a team battle, but found out that his teammates had betrayed him and retreated, he no longer joined the team and led the line like crazy.

Ruan Jun's hands of Li Bai were so superb that no one could even touch his shadow. In the entire quarter of an hour in the early stage of the game, the opponent failed to catch him once.

After using the afterimage to lure the opponent into the wild area again, Ruan Jun went around from behind with his backhand, cut off the opponent's AD, and then brushed the wave line. When the CD was ready, he turned around again and cut to death in the same way Order on the opposite side.

On the other side, his donkey was running all over the field, unable to find his mind.

The situation was reversed at 25 minutes.

There was an assistant on the opposite line who was working hard to seduce, and the others were divided into two groups. When they squatted to guard Li Bai's afterimage for the second time, they finally guarded Ruan Jun who had bumped into him and asked him to "1w Li Bai 1s lie down".

At this time, Ruan Jun didn't buy the Resurrection Armor in order to ensure the output. He was taking a risk. When he was caught and killed, he was stunned for a moment.

The next thing, but 2 minutes.

The opponent directly led the troops up from the road where Ruan Jun hadn't had time to clear the troops, and rubbed the T-lion, which was hidden in mouse feces and had no power to fight, on the ground. When Ruan Jun came back to life, the base crystal just exploded. open.

It was at this moment that the camera suddenly switched, and it was shown to Ruan Jun.

In front of him was the light of the mobile phone, his eyes were covered by his hair, but the tip of his nose was obviously red.

A drop of water suddenly fell from his eyes and hit the table.

Ruan Jun's first reaction when he saw the dripping water was to raise his head and touch his head, thinking it was his sweat.

As soon as he raised his head, those foggy eyes stained by moisture were exposed in front of the camera, looking at the camera in a daze, like a soft and cute cub waiting for someone to adopt.There is an instinctive but unperceived sadness in it, as well as undisguised surprise and regret.

All the emotions were mixed in those eyes, setting them off like some kind of crystal clear agate.

Song Mingyi was suffocated by his eyes.

After a brief pause, the heart in the left chest beat faster and harder.

The back of his neck was a little tense, and he held the hand on the table restrainedly and slowly.

Depend on.

Song Mingyi's heart exploded, his eyes seemed to be glued to the screen, and he couldn't look away at all, his stamina muscles were tense to stiff.

His brain, which used to be able to double-open and handle two things at the same time, went down like this, and his reason began to rebel, urging him to pin his eyes on it.

It wasn't until Ruan Jun hung his head and followed his teammates out of the arena that Song Mingyi regained his composure as if he had regained control of his body.

Although all this was very long for Song Mingyi, in the eyes of others, it was just a few seconds of distraction.

Song Mingyi looked down at his analysis of the previous round on the commentary stand, while responding to RE and jokes, while thinking about something in his heart.

The baby was crying too beautifully.

Song Mingyi held the pen holder in his right hand, with an expression of listening to other people's words seriously, but his heart was about to move, and all he thought about was--

I have to find a chance to make him cry again and let me see.

What happened on the field today exploded in the circle the next day.

Song Mingyi was smoking with two team members at the gate of the base after lunch. Hearing from them that Sun Miao had posted a weibo accusing someone of disobedience, he also took out his phone and took a look.

Unexpectedly, after a search, Ruan Jun's Weibo was found, and the posting time showed "1 minute ago".

The child said unequivocally: [Being sold is being sold, anyone with eyes can see it. 】

This wording is quite tough, and it doesn't look like a bully who unconsciously burst into tears that day.

Song Mingyi casually clicked into his homepage, but found that "return to fans" was displayed on the follow column, indicating that the child had already followed him.

Song Mingyi thought for a while, then tapped the upper left corner to back out.

The two team members are still feeling emotional at this time: "It's a pity, the four-week winning streak. As long as you don't die, the five-week winning streak is stable."

Song Mingyi shook the soot and glanced at the two players: "T-lion's second-tier team has won consecutively for four weeks. How many consecutive victories are you planning to win? Have you started to show off?"

The two team members giggled and quickly choked out their cigarettes: "Okay, Brother Song, let's go and show off!"

The results of the first-line team are not as good as the second-line Wild Road. They were originally convinced that T-lion has Ruan Jun, but looking at it this way, even if there is Ruan Jun in the team, they can't stand the others.

Sure enough, normal teammates are hard to find.

When Song Mingyi returned to the training room, he ran into his own DOTA2 team on the stairs. As soon as they saw Song Mingyi, several people subconsciously stood up and straightened their backs, as if they were recruits who were suddenly raided and inspected by the chief.

And a little guilty.

They only brought back one runner-up in this year's Ti, which is simply the worst result in the history of the club.

But this team is not under his control.

So Song Mingyi still greeted them in a gentle and friendly manner, with an added encouragement: "Train hard and fight again next year."

One of the team members hesitated and called to stop him: "Mr. Song, that, we have some questions and want to ask you, are you free?"

Song Mingyi pondered for a moment, his eyes swept across their faces.

Under the same club, he was born in DOTA2 but did not lead his own DOTA2 team. There are actually two reasons.

For one thing, he has his own persistence in this regard, hoping to select and train the players himself; another reason is because these players have not actually met his requirements.

Since he can't control it to the end, he won't control it for a while. This is his principle.

So he replied: "Your team's decision-making and training are all done by managers, coaches and tactical analysts. I think they are doing a good job. If you work harder, there is still a lot of room for improvement."

The person who just opened his mouth wanted to say more, but Song Mingyi interrupted him first: "I still have to watch their training, so I'll take a step first."

Until he walked into the training room, he could still feel the eyes following him from behind, watching him all the way.

In the afternoon, the team was training, and Song Mingyi watched some foreign players' DOTA2 competition videos on his laptop.

As a result, after looking at it, according to his search records at the bottom of the webpage, a small news popped up:

[He used to be the king of the arena, but now he has been reduced to the point of picking up jobs in women's clothing? ! 】

The accompanying picture happened to be the photo of women's clothing that he posted on Weibo that day, with fake long hair and a strapless dress with a backless back. His expression was not shy at all, and he calmly looked in the direction of the camera.

Song Mingyi: "..."

He slides the mouse expressionlessly and wants to click on the "×", but the "×" on the unscrupulous advertisement is a fake one, so he is tricked into clicking, and a new news page pops up.

It was only because the network speed of the base was so good that the webpage called "Game World" was refreshed in the blink of an eye, and the eye-catching photo was enlarged again on the computer screen.

Song Mingyi moved the computer to his direction, making sure that no one else saw it, and quickly glanced at the accompanying text, and saw that it was only about betting with others when he was explaining that day, and there was nothing else False description.

Just as he was about to close the webpage, he saw a piece of news next to him from the corner of his eye.

[He is a cutting-edge talented player, but he has evil intentions and wastes his talent? 】

The accompanying picture is a photo of Ruan Jun.

The picture is well-pointed, just when a teardrop is hanging on the edge of his eye socket, and it is about to fall.

Song Mingyi moved his eyes, moved the mouse over, and right-clicked to save.

Then he clicked into the news.

Different from the headline party news about his women's clothing, almost the entire text of this article is slander, and it is full of how Ruan Jun does not cooperate with his teammates, how he only cares about himself in the field and does not fight in a team fight.

At the end of the news, Ruan Jun and Song Mingyi's Weibo follow list was also posted, saying that Ruan Jun's unilateral attention to Song Mingyi must be because he wanted to hug his thigh, but unfortunately his thigh ignored him.

Followed by a bunch of passers-by commenting, saying that this kind of player is really a waste of talent and so on.

Song Mingyi scrolled down blankly, and finally closed the web page, found the saved photo, looked at it, and sent it to his mobile phone, ready to continue watching the game video.

It's a pity that I couldn't concentrate this time, and my eyes kept wandering to the phone.

Song Mingyi clenched his left hand to his lips, and after a brief struggle, he decided to obey his heart... He took out Ruan Jun's photo and looked at it again.

As a result, I watched it for several minutes without paying attention, watching my team finish a training game.

Seeing that other people stood up and moved around, Song Mingyi had no choice but to put away the phone. Before locking the screen, he moved his fingers again, added a star to the photo, and created a separate phone album to store it.

After putting the mobile phone into his pocket, Song Mingyi frowned, and found that there was an unreasonable urge to take the mobile phone to look at it again.

His self-control, which has always been easy to use and has a strong sense of presence, was frequently shaken in just a few minutes.

"Ms. Song, don't smoke!" a team member called him.

Song Mingyi raised his eyelids and looked at him thoughtfully.

The team member was panicked by his look, thinking that he was dissatisfied with his performance in the game, and was about to disappear from his eyes listlessly, when he heard Song Mingyi respond with a lack of interest: "Well, pump."

With that photo, it seems that even smoking is not very addictive.

He now has a new addiction.