cry one let me see

The photos that made Song Mingyi addicted grew steadily at a rate of one per week.

One is that in the sixth week of the autumn competition, T-lion lost to Song Mingyi's BMG team. Ruan Jun sat there for a while, and when he got up, there was nothing unusual, looking very calm.

But after Song Mingyi returned home, he played back and captured a photo of his red eyes.

The other one was taken when T-lion lost to another team.

That round of T-lion completely exposed its shortcomings, and was almost pushed to the ground by the first-line team. It was all thanks to Ruan Jun's 1 show and 9 to keep two points, but the crucial third game was still because his teammates couldn't keep up. He lost because of his reaction speed.

T-lion turned from a four-week winning streak to a three-week losing streak.

Song Mingyi could see it sitting on the commentary stage. When the crystal was pushed away, Ruan Jun moved his throat before taking off the earphones. After he stood up, he raised his head and took a deep breath. After a pause for a few seconds, he finally Slowly curling his lips into a small smile.

Probably because he has already lost on the field, and his momentum does not allow him to lose again.

The stubborn and proud look with his head raised slightly made Song Mingyi wish he could take out his phone and take a picture on the spot to contribute to his new photo album.

But he didn't expect that his miss with the fourth photo would be so sudden.

Song Mingyi sat on the commentary stage, watching Ruan Jun leave the arena step by step, and said with a smile in his ear: "...It's really a pity, everyone has seen Ruan Shen's performance in this round, and Yang Jian's top two The blade knife almost pierced the sky..."

Song Mingyi followed: "I just can't penetrate the base on the opposite side."

Ruan Jun's footsteps on the side of the stage paused, his head moved, and then continued to walk forward with restraint.

"Oh, it's not important! What's important is that until now, T-lion's points are still closely tied to the BMG team, Mr. Song, don't you panic?!" Laughing and winking at him.

Song Mingyi shrugged his shoulders, with a relaxed expression: "Don't panic, it's their own wages that will be deducted for three consecutive losses, and they dare not."

Ruan Jun, who walked off the stage, suddenly touched his ears, and couldn't help but turned his head to look in the direction of the commentary booth, the water in his eyes was still there.

Seeing him turn around, RE quickly took over the conversation and continued: "It's okay, God Ruan! How could a talented e-sports player be crushed by such a small blow?! Let's fight again next time!" Down.

Song Mingyi looked at Ruan Jun's back, his heart moved, and he replied, "Yeah, that's what you said last time."

RE was stunned for a moment: "?" What is Teacher Song talking about?Does he know what he's talking about?

When Song Mingyi finished speaking, the corners of Ruan Jun's mouth could no longer maintain a faint smile. When he turned his head, the tears in his eyes suddenly fell down with his blinking movements.

A crystal clear one passed by the white chin, smashed into the neckline, and disappeared.

Song Mingyi's breathing tightened suddenly, his chest contracted shortly, his brows subtly pressed down, his heart felt a little itchy, and there seemed to be some other, unspeakable taste - looking at such a stubborn and proud person , so funny to cry?

Ruan Jun didn't know if Song Mingyi was looking at him, but the other party's gaze was indeed in this direction.

Fearing that the other party would see his unpromising teardrops, Ruan Jun turned his head away from his sight, rubbed the back of his hand on his chin where the tears had passed, and walked away quickly.

RE thumped the table angrily: "Mr. Song, did you just run my God Ruan into tears?"

Song Mingyi looked away after seeing him disappear, and sat up a little bit, with no expression on his face, still upright and calm, and replied casually: "Is there? I didn't see it."

Pity.

Ruan Jun should have been standing outside the shooting range of the camera just now, and he should not have been photographed. He couldn't take a screenshot.

This is already the third-to-last week of the competition. After the competition, there will be interviews. Several people finished it quickly, and Song Mingyi got up and went straight to the backstage.

The place for the interview was arranged in the lounge, where some scattered things were originally stored, and a large space was specially set aside for the interview.

When Song Mingyi passed by, there was an interview going on inside, and a staff member was standing at the door with a stack of papers in his hand, and was looking at the manuscript with Ruan Jun.

"I'm in a bit of a hurry..."

Song Mingyi heard him say.

The staff member pushed the glasses, and a bright spot of the fill light was reflected on the lens, which was a bit dazzling: "Just wait a little longer, it will be soon."

Ruan Jun could only nod his head.

When the staff turned their heads and saw Song Mingyi, they greeted him in threes and twos: "Teacher Song is here? Wait a moment, the interview inside is about to end... Are you in a hurry? If you are not in a hurry, why don't you let this contestant in a while?" Go to the interview first? He is in a hurry."

Song Mingyi didn't mind: "It's fine."

Ruan Jun suddenly shook his head: "No, no, I'm not in a hurry, let Teacher Song go first."

The staff gave him a strange look, not understanding why he suddenly changed his mind again.

Song Mingyi walked over and found that Ruan Jun was only a little higher than his shoulders. Based on his height of 1.9 meters, Ruan Jun was about 1.7 meters faster than 1.8 meters.

After all, he is still a child, and he should still jump up in the future.

Song Mingyi looked down at Ruan Jun who was looking up at him, seeing that the mist in his eyes had long since dissipated, and felt a little pity: "It's okay, I'm not in a hurry, you go first."

After he said that, Ruan Jun nodded, hesitated for a moment, and said, "Thank you."

After the staff set the order and walked away, Song Mingyi hooked the corners of his lips, and quickly smoothed it off again. He lowered his head and asked Ruan Jun, "Thank you who?"

Ruan Jun raised his head, was taken aback by his question, and blinked his round eyes: "...Thank you."

Song Mingyi tilted to the side, folded his arms and looked at him with a smile in his eyes: "Who am I?"

"Song..."

"Send someone's head?"

Ruan Jun almost bit his tongue.

"Teacher Song." He said cautiously, and added cautiously, "Thank you, Teacher Song."

Song Mingyi didn't answer him, but first looked down at the time on his wrist to make sure that there was nothing else going on behind him.

Ruan Jun thought that this answer was a pass, so he quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

It's a pity that he didn't sink to the bottom of his stomach in one breath, and heard Song Mingyi put down his wrist and asked: "Change the name. I haven't taught you anything, how can I be your teacher Song?"

Ruan Jun opened his mouth this time, his eyes darkened a lot, and he said, "...but they all call you that." Why are you not allowed to call me that?don't you hate me

His eyes can really speak, and all emotions are written in them, and Song Mingyi can see through them at a glance.

He seems to have found some novel toy, and he can't help but look at it more and play it a little more.

Even worse, I want to make people cry.

"It's not fresh anymore, you can change it to a fresh one." Song Mingyi raised his eyebrows, still holding the phone in his left hand, seeing Ruan Jun's itchy expression, he lightly rubbed the edge of the phone.

Ruan Jun didn't understand why he had to change his name when he came to him, but he didn't ask, but suppressed his doubts, frowned and thought of the name seriously.

Brother Song, Brother Mingyi, Brother Yi, and others have all been called dead by others, and he certainly doesn't like to hear it.Then what else is there that he has never heard of?

Ruan Jun remembered a Zuan saying on the Internet: "I am your father".Teacher Song must have never been called Dad!

But then he was embarrassed by his own thoughts, his face was burning hot, and he couldn't help covering his face to block it.

No, no, no, what kind of devilish idea is this... Hurry up and forget about it! ! !

His blushing was so sudden that Song Mingyi raised his eyebrows and continued to wait patiently.

It took a while for Ruan Jun to force himself to sort out his thoughts, figured out a few names, raised his head and said to Song Mingyi, "Little brother?" His voice was soft, with a very clean feeling.

Song Mingyi's eyes deepened a little, but he shook his head and said, "I'm tired of listening. You can call me uncle after 10."

Ruan Jun thought for a while, and tried again: "Thigh?" He shouted this sentence with full confidence.

Song Mingyi folded his arms and refused: "Every game, someone calls me that."

This time, Ruan Jun was silent for a long time, as if he had thought about it deeply, he took a deep breath and mustered up his courage before he called out, "...Stupid?"

Song Mingyi almost smashed his phone on the ground.

Ruan Jun panicked when he saw his face: "Yes, I'm sorry, I really can't think of what to shout..."

Song Mingyi didn't expect him to yell like that, obviously he just wanted to get Ruan Jun to obediently call him "Senior".

"Teacher Song, don't be angry..." Ruan Jun was a little anxious when he saw that he didn't answer.

Song Mingyi saw that he was about to cry in a panic, and instead of comforting him, he intensified and looked at him more indifferently, until Ruan Jun looked at him so hard that he didn't know where to put his hands, his eyes were reddened, and a thin layer of water vapor covered his face. The beautiful pitch-black eyes were forcibly suppressed by Ruan Jun, refusing to gush out any more.

With the emotional tension, the corners of his eyes were slightly depressed, and the corners of his mouth were also drawn down. The red that hadn't faded just stopped faintly on the side of his neck and cheeks, making him look like a bird that was suddenly frightened. , soft little milk cat.

Song Mingyi watched with a sullen face, but his throat moved, and he really wanted to smoke a cigarette before coming back.

In the silence of one more second, Ruan Jun's eyelashes blinked twice quickly, the water vapor was squeezed into water droplets, and another drop rolled down.

Song Mingyi was about to reach out to pick it up, but Ruan Jun turned his head away first, and said in a buzzing voice, "I'm sorry..." He was about to leave.

Song Mingyi's outstretched hand was empty, but he didn't catch his tears. He felt empty and grabbed Ruan Jun with his backhand.

Ruan Jun was taken aback by him, and when he looked up at him, another tear fell and hit Song Mingyi's wrist.

warm.

Goosebumps popped up on the small piece of skin that was hit by the teardrops almost immediately, and the numbness and faint tingling sensation went to the heart along the nerve at the same time. Song Mingyi quietly withdrew his hand and pressed it with the palm of the other hand. that piece.

It's really... I wanted to make people cry when I didn't see it, but now it makes people cry, it doesn't seem so good, it seems that something is missing.

Song Mingyi exhaled slowly from his nasal cavity, and "closed his hands" contentedly and unsatisfactorily.

"Why do you cry so easily?" He sighed, "It's my fault for not speaking well, I just wanted to suggest that you call me senior."

Ruan Jun originally wanted to refute that he didn't like to cry, but when he heard the second part of Song Mingyi's words, his face turned red again, and he was so embarrassed that he was about to be steamed by himself.

He just wants me to call him senior?Then what did I just call him?

Ruan Jun could hardly recall those three words.

Song Mingyi looked at his face, smiled leisurely, and said, "But it's true that no one has ever called me the title of stupid big man. You can call me that in the future."

The author has something to say: I feel that the writing is not good, and my head is bald. Let's finish writing first.