King's return

Kunming has a humid climate, and the four seasons are like spring.

Walking on the street, it seems that the pores of the whole body are relaxed, and the warm sun is shining on the body, which is really pleasant.

Rong Jian and his group got off the plane, divided into two groups and boarded the commercial vehicle that came specially to pick them up. The two vehicles took exactly the same route, and stopped at the Kailifen Hotel almost at the same time.

The two big bosses, OP and WT, appeared at the same time, which startled the receptionist of the training camp. He secretly wondered, shouldn't a person of this level sit in the office of a high-rise building and wait for his subordinates to report?

In the past training camps, the players were usually brought by the club leader or came by themselves. How could the boss personally accompany them?

Could it be that he came to inspect the training situation?The receptionist MM said that she was under a lot of pressure and even stuttered when speaking.

Due to an error in estimating the number of people, and there have been a lot of guests staying in the hotel these days, when I finally got the keys, there were not enough rooms.

The original plan was that OP's Lin Yanxiu and Rong Jian shared a room, WT's Lu Tinggan and Wen You shared a room, and the extra staff was naturally Jone, a German guy who followed to watch the fun.

But as a hospitable and polite Chinese, how can foreign friends not even have a place to live?

So when everyone was staring at Lu Ting's work, Boss Lu, who had always been very personable in front of the crowd, had no choice but to show his spirit and volunteered his room key.

Lin Yanxiu put one hand in his trouser pocket and twirled the key in the other hand. He waved at him with a smile all over his face: "Boss Lu, go slowly, the guest house next to it should still have beds."

Rong Jian pursed her lips, and said seriously: "Don't sleep in the park, even if you don't meet someone who robs you of wealth, you will be taken away by the city management."

Jones smiled happily: "Boss Lu is such a bad guy!"

Wen You patted him on the shoulder helplessly: "Jone means that Boss Lu is really a good person."

Lu Tinggan's facial muscles twitched non-stop. Who knew that under his stiff smile, there was a bleeding heart.

He put so much thought into completing a week's worth of work overnight, and even rejected all the meetings, why? !Just to fly to Yunnan to sleep in the park? !

Just as he was walking out with a dark face, the receptionist MM ran out sweating profusely and stopped him loudly: "Lu, Boss Lu!"

Lu Tinggan, whose name was changed to Boss Lulu, turned even darker, and asked calmly, "What else can I do? The room fee has been paid in advance."

The receptionist MM smiled and said: "It's Boss Lu like this. We just contacted the nearby hotels and it seems that there are no ready-made suites, only ordinary standard rooms or triple rooms..."

Lu Tinggan, who couldn't imagine being crowded in a dilapidated small room with a few strangers, suppressed his anger and said in a cold voice: "So what?!"

The receptionist MM was sweating profusely, and stammered: "So, so, just now I asked a guest who booked a luxury suite to live alone in an intensive training camp. He heard the name of Boss Lu and expressed his willingness to follow him." You live together."

"Oh?" Lu Tinggan was a little surprised, restrained his anger a little, and asked with a frown, "Who is the other party?"

The receptionist MM said awkwardly: "...the gentleman said that you will know when you go."

Seeing Lu Tinggan going back and forth, the group of four were stunned for a moment.

Jones said angrily: "Don't you Chinese pay attention to promises?"

Wen You still had a good attitude towards the boss: "Boss, do you have a room?"

Lu Tinggan nodded with a smile, his eyes fell on Lin Yanxiu and Rong Jian, and he said with a smile: "It seems that we are destined to be neighbors."

Rong Jian frowned at Lin Yanxiu while dragging his luggage: "Did he decide to sleep in the corridor because he was afraid of being caught by the city management?"

Lin Yanxiu shrugged and smiled: "Ah, maybe."

Rong Jian said seriously: "Remember to lock the door at night."

"That is required."

While talking, the elevator door closed with a "snap", the two of them were inside, and Boss Lu was outside with a wry smile on his face.

Even though he knew that there was a monitor in the elevator, Lin Yanxiu couldn't help laughing out loud regardless of his image, laughing so hard that he lay on Rong Jian's body, shaking his shoulders with joy.

After a while, he finally raised his head, with a smile on his lips: "You locked Wen You and the others out."

"It's okay, I saw the two of them get into another elevator just now." Rong Jian looked sideways at him, the corners of his eyes were curved, as if facial paralysis could also be infected by a smile, and a mouthful of small white teeth was slightly exposed between his lips.

Lin Yanxiu straightened his body, straightened his collar, and asked seemingly unintentionally: "Lu Tinggan is the boss of WT, and you don't remember him, so why do you make people feel uncomfortable when we meet today? Be careful when he gets angry You pack up and get out of the competitive gaming world!"

At the end, he raised his eyebrows, and his tone was stern like a warning.

Rong Jian asked calmly, "Is he so powerful?"

"Of course," Lin Yanxiu's voice sank, "Lu Tinggan's parents were married together by powerful conglomerates in the world, and he was the only child with a strong background. Even I had to face it squarely. When he returned to China a few years ago, suddenly Started to establish WT game company to compete with me for a job, and in just a few years, he can be on an equal footing with OP, do you think he is great?"

Rong Jian said "Oh", then stretched out her hand to rub the top of his head, and said flatly, "I won't dislike you for not being the boss."

"Fuck! What are you bastard talking about?!" Lin Yanxiu slapped his hand away, grinding his teeth frantically, "Stop rubbing my hair! You treat me like milk?!"

Rong Jian was taken aback: "Of course not, Milk is much better than you."

"I#%￥%...&%!!"

Lin Yanxiu straightened his hair swallowing his anger, and hummed: "Anyway, don't do this kind of thing in public, you bastard!"

"There's no one else here." Rong Jian expressed his innocence.

"There are monitors in the elevator!" Lin Yanxiu wanted to roll his eyes.

"Oh," Rong Jian put on an expression of "I really can't do anything about you", and asked again, "Then I can't kiss you?"

Lin Yanxiu blushed instantly, and prayed ten thousand times in his heart that the monitor would not be able to hear the sound.

Seeing that he blushed and did not answer, Rong Jian leaned over and called, "Lin Yanxiu?"

"Shut up!" Lin Yanxiu looked away, and uttered a few words from between his teeth, his voice was so low that he could barely hear, "We'll talk about that kind of thing when we go back to the room..."

With a "ding", the elevator stopped on the twentieth floor.

The entire floor of this floor is full of luxurious suites, and there are few people and it is very quiet, ordinary people simply cannot come up.

Stepping on the soft vermilion carpet under his feet, Lin Yanxiu's blushing cheeks faded, and he continued to bring up the topic just now: "You haven't answered why I hate him so much?"

Rong Jian lowered his head and thought for a while, then said honestly: "He always smiles at you, I hate it when I see him."

Although he secretly speculated, but upon hearing such a straightforward answer, Boss Lin couldn't help chuckling in his heart, and his tone became lighter: "Then you're really not afraid of him?"

Rong Jian shook his head, and replied logically: "Of course not, anyway, I have you here."

"What does it have to do with me..." Lin Yanxiu pursed his lips, trying hard to keep the muscles at the corners of his mouth from curling up, but the curled eyes betrayed him.

"Huh?" Rong Jian turned his head and said seriously, "Aren't we grasshoppers on the same rope?"

"...Who is the grasshopper?!"

The figures of the two slowly disappeared at the end of the corridor, and the elevator door at this end opened again, followed by Wen You and Jone.

Jones took off the sunglasses that were in the way, and asked while shuffling: "Your boss doesn't seem very happy to change rooms with me, will he embarrass you?"

Wen You smiled indifferently: "It's not because of this that he's upset, anyway, I'm just a part-time worker, at worst I'll just go back to casual travel."

Knowing that he wouldn't hurt his friends, Jones immediately put the matter behind him: "Boss Lu said that a mysterious person will come to teach as an assistant, do you know the inside story?"

"How would a small person like me know that?" Wen You looked at the door number, 2011, and the door number 2012 next door happened to belong to Rong Jian and the others, and couldn't help but burst out laughing.

"What are you laughing at?" Jones poked his head dully.

"Nothing, let's go in."

The last one to come up was Boss Lu. He dragged his luggage all the way to room 2013 in silence, and knocked on the door politely.

After about half a minute, still no one answered the door.

Lu Tinggan looked down at the house number given to him by the waiter, it was right.

"Tu Tut Tuk—" he kept on loudly for a long time, and finally a lazy and impatient male voice sounded from inside.

"I'm not interested in women, so I'll sue you for sexual harassment again! It's a recruit girl again, come here every day to bother you..."

Lu Ting's dry mouth was trembling.

He knocked harder three more times.

"Oh, I already said that women should not come, but if I'm a handsome guy, I can still consider—huh?"

As soon as the door opened, a tall, lanky man appeared in front of his eyes. His half-length hair was disheveled and his long bangs covered one eye. He was wearing a baggy T-shirt pajamas and flip-flops, unceremoniously Looking Lu Tinggan from head to toe, he whistled frivolously: "Yo, what a handsome guy."

Who is this? !

The smile on Lu Tinggan's face could not hold anymore, he raised his eyebrows and asked politely: "You said you would live with me?"

"Oh, it turns out that you are Lu Ting." Junjie smiled at him, and stretched out his hand, "I haven't seen you for three years and I almost don't recognize him. I'm Junjie, don't you remember me?"

Lu Ting was taken aback for a moment, and he, who had always been calm, couldn't help showing a shocked expression: "It's you?!"

Junjie laughed: "Even if you still have a conscience and haven't forgotten me, or is it that I made a deep impression on you and you will never forget it, baby?"

As he spoke, he blinked his eyes.

That frivolous "baby" called Lu Tinggan's face turned cold, but he quickly covered it up, pulled out a polite smile, and slowly reached out to shake his hand: "So the mysterious master who joined the training camp this time is you , I didn’t expect that an informal competition in the area would be able to thank you, it’s really unexpected.”

Lu Tinggan speaks lightly and slowly, he is used to taking the initiative in the game, and he is comfortable and unhurried at any time.

Seeing his official accent, Junjie suddenly felt a little bored, turned sideways and let him enter the room: "You can do whatever you want." After saying that, he turned around and walked in with his slippers.

This suite happened to have two bedrooms, and there were all kinds of tea and food in the hall. There was a large balcony outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, with a wide view and a panoramic view of the traffic and neon lights.

Lu Tinggan put away his luggage, changed into comfortable home clothes, and prepared to go out for a cup of coffee. As soon as he came out of the bedroom, he saw Junjie, barefoot, lying on the soft carpet in the hall, doing push-ups.

Under the rolled up sleeves, the lean muscles contracted powerfully. The soles of his feet were fair, and the insteps were tanned, with two clear flip-flop marks in the middle.

Junjie turned to look at him, exhaled and smiled at him: "Hey, baby, pour me a glass too."

Hearing this crazy title, Lu Ting sneered dryly: "I am not your servant, Your Majesty the former Emperor Renren!"

Junjie got up from the ground, casually picked up the hem of the t-shirt and wiped his sweat, shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly: "I will still be the champion this year." If this sentence fell into the eyes of ordinary people, it would definitely be cast aside The ridicule was all over the body, but from this guy's mouth, Lu Tinggan was speechless for a long time.

This is not a question, not a rhetorical question, not even an affirmative sentence, but a statement.

State an impending fact.

Such a supercilious self-confidence made Lu Tinggan find some memories that had been sealed for a long time in the past.

He poured two cups of coffee in silence, and slowly sat down on the sofa.

I first met Junjie about five years ago. Not long after graduating from university, I had a complete falling out with Lin Yanxiu, and angrily accepted the arrangement of my parents to go to the United States.

It was the time when I was young, frivolous and childish, and I would feel uncomfortable walking on the street and seeing other people playing games.

He was still a full-fledged dude at that time, the bodyguard was not around, and he didn't know the severity of his words. He really offended the local snakes on the street, took the opportunity to drag him into the alley, and was almost shot in the head.

It just so happened that Junjie was invited by the boss of that neighborhood to take care of the underground arena for other people. The so-called underworld is a game of gambling. Those who have money gamble for money, and those who have no money gamble for their lives.

Jun Jie was not a meddlesome person, but for the sake of fellow black-haired and yellow-skinned compatriots, he saved his life by saying some kind words.

After going back, Lu Tinggan couldn't swallow this breath of course. The family quickly mobilized a huge force to wipe out all the gangsters in the entire area, except that he didn't trouble Junjie, but he lost his job.

After losing his job, Junjie wandered on the streets of Los Angeles and said he was under a lot of pressure. Lu Tinggan approached him and ordered him to be his game coach in a condescending tone.

Since then, five years of intermittent entanglement with evil fate began.

"What are you thinking about? Baby~" Junjie sipped his coffee leisurely, sat with one leg bent in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, and glanced at him vaguely.

After five years, Lu Tinggan, who had faded from his greenness, leaned gracefully on the sofa, and said lightly, "Don't call me that."

Junjie ignored this sentence directly, and then asked: "You seem to be doing well after returning to China."

"It's okay." Lu Tinggan nodded with a smile.

Junjie changed into a squatting posture like a frog, gossiping with great interest: "So, have you caught up with your lover?"

Lu Tinggan maintained his demeanor and said indifferently: "I have no lover."

"Oh, how indifferent to an old friend I haven't seen for many years." Junjie shook his head and sighed, "Little boy, don't you know the truth of being a teacher for one day and being a father for the rest of your life? I think if it wasn't for me..."

"Okay, okay, I know that you taught me to formally step into the competitive gaming circle, and you were the one who recruited the club's first talents for me," Lu Tingan said helplessly, "You have to say it every time. A hundred times? What's more, when I went against my parents' wishes and went back to China to start my own business, you, a 'father for life', didn't you stay in the United States with peace of mind and be your emperor!"

"Oh, so you still hate me for not helping you?"

"No." Lu Tinggan put down his coffee cup and rubbed his temples, feeling that he was a little too emotional today, which is not a good sign.

"Aha!" Junjie laughed exaggeratedly, "Then don't you still mind that night..."

Lu Tinggan's face changed, and a sneer appeared on his lips: "I have forgotten that mistake, you'd better forget it too!"

"OK," Junjie drank the whole cup of coffee in one gulp and licked the corner of his mouth, "Anyway, it's just 419, which is more common in the United States than a male dog having sex with another male cat, so it's nothing to worry about. "

"Goodnight, baby~" Junjie put down the cup, patted his shoulder by the way, turned and went into the bedroom.

Lu Tinggan, who was left alone in the empty hall, sat silently for a while, and finally leaned back slowly on the sofa, covering his eyes with one hand.