King's return

In comparison, Room 2012 seemed much quieter.

The two bedrooms were on both sides of the hall, Rong Jian went in one by one to take a look, and dragged their luggage into the room facing south.

Lin Yanxiu habitually opened the windows. Although the bustling traffic in the downtown area was very noisy, it could hardly reach the 20th floor. The air in the high places was much fresher.

In the evening sky in the afternoon, the sunset glow turned the dark blue into a deep red.

Lin Yanxiu, who had changed into black silk pajamas after taking a shower, leaned against the window, his messy hair was still steamed, and he plowed the plow casually with his hands, revealing the entire smooth forehead, and the narrow and dark eyes under the long eyebrows.

Holding a goblet filled with red wine, he quietly looked at the brilliant lights below the building, the flashing neon lights and the rushing vehicles, extending this bizarre world into the distance.

The purple-red wine glides in the glass, and his slender figure is reflected in the slanted glass window.

After a while, the sound of water in the bathroom stopped, and in the extreme silence, he could even hear the sound of the man inside stepping on the water with bare feet.

The wine in the goblet was almost empty, Lin Yanxiu leaned against the glass window, just imagining some hazy scenes in the bathroom, he seemed to think he was a little drunk.

With a "crash", the bathroom door opened, Rong Jian was still only wearing a bath towel, and with his bare upper body covered in heat and humidity, he walked out barefoot, the cool wind blowing on his body couldn't help but sneezed.

The charming atmosphere in the room seemed to be blown away immediately.

Lin Yanxiu closed the window without a word, and drew the curtains again: "Why do you always take a shower without wearing pajamas? Do you want to wipe your nose while playing games tomorrow?"

Rong Jian shrugged his shoulders, sat down on the bed, picked up the hair dryer and started blowing his hair, and said as a matter of course: "You will take off your clothes later, trouble."

Boss Lin blushed suddenly and was speechless.

Rong Jian's hair was noticeably longer, and his bangs were hanging down almost to cover his eyes.

The hot wind hung even more scattered, he fiddled with his hair, and said with a murmur: "It's time to cut it."

The wine glass was placed on the small table at the end of the bed. Lin Yanxiu came over and reached out to lift a lock of hair on his forehead, and smiled lightly, "How about I cut it for you?"

Uncle Rong raised his eyelids to look at him, and questioned with disgust: "Can you do it?"

"Ha," Lin Yanxiu sneered, "Of course men can't 'no'!"

As he spoke, he called the waiter to bring up the scissors, and told him, "Hurry up and put on some clothes."

Rong Jian reluctantly pulled out a small vest and put it on: "It's not that women need to wear underwear..."

Lin Yanxiu sneered coolly: "You are shameless, I want more."

During the bickering, the waiter arrived very quickly, brought a pair of ordinary scissors with quality, and politely took the door and left without even entering the room.

Rong Jian suddenly felt a sense of imbalance as if he had done something superfluous.

The hair dryer was turned off by Lin Yanxiu, and Rong Jian's half-dried hair covered his head in a mess like an upside-down chicken coop.

He was sitting at the end of the bed, and Lin Yanxiu was standing in front of him condescendingly. As far as he could see, the silk pajamas neatly outlined the curve of his waist, making people unable to resist touching them.

Rong Jian was thinking that it would be great if his eyes could see through, or if Lin Yanxiu could change into that transparent little vest——suddenly his jaw hooked up.

"What bad idea are you thinking of, huh?" Lin Yan raised his chin with two fingers, and fiddled with his hair with the other hand, looking left and right as if trying to figure out where to start.

The man's voice seemed to be specially lowered, and Rong Jian always felt that there was a hint of provocation in his words.

"My neck is a little sore."

"Understood." Lin Yanxiu combed him three to seven points with a comb, and Rong Jian suddenly became a one-eyed dragon.

He smiled lowly: "Then I can start cutting."

Rong Jian had a heroic expression: "Come on!"

With his eyes closed, he felt his hair being straightened, the sound of scissors being closed came into his ears subtly, and the cut hair fell on his cheeks and the bridge of his nose, a little itchy.

He couldn't help but open the slits of his eyes, stretched out his hand to wipe away the broken hair, and Lin Yanxiu's pajamas dangled in front of his eyes along his waist.

Rong Jian suddenly felt that his throat was a little dry, and when he moved, Boss Lin, who was studying hard to be a barber, immediately said angrily, "Don't move!"

Rong Jian's head didn't move for a moment, but he couldn't help stroking the other's waist with his hands, and his fingers traced down the silky silk pajamas along the waistline.

Unexpectedly, Lin Yanxiu's waist was so sensitive that he shrank all over immediately, and almost cut an extra pinch of hair with trembling hands.

"What are you doing?! Don't touch it!" Lin Yanxiu was so itchy that he wanted to laugh, and then stared at him fiercely, his expression becoming very funny.

Uncle Rong waved his hand generously: "Okay, don't touch or touch."

Seeing that the bastard finally became honest, Lin Yanxiu started to play with his hair again, but felt that the height of the bed was not enough, and his legs were sore from squatting.

Just as he was thinking about moving to the chair, Rong Jian smiled and patted his thigh: "Sit here."

Lin Yanxiu pursed her lips, her cheeks couldn't help being blushed again, and she thought angrily, why can't she get rid of the habit of blushing every time she is teased by this guy!

After hesitating for a while, he finally sat up.

This posture is really too ambiguous, Lin Yanxiu grabbed the other person's hair and tried hard to focus and concentrate, but he couldn't control his thoughts.

"Why are your hands shaking?" Rong Jian still did not forget to maintain a motionless posture, narrowing his eyes slightly and looking at him.

"Who's shaking? Don't talk!" Lin Yanxiu snorted and continued to move his hands.

Rong Jian's horizontal gaze just stayed on his chest, the lapel of the pajamas was opened very low, and the light from the top of his head hit the hollow of the collarbone of his neck, casting a shallow shadow.

He suddenly remembered the hazy glimpse that day, the pink and upright thing hidden under the pajamas, thinking about it, he couldn't help reaching out and touching it.

"what!"

Lin Yanxiu's hand trembled suddenly, and a piece was accidentally cut off as soon as he cut it off, but Rong Jian's hand didn't care, his thumb was still slightly scratching through the material of the clothes, and soon let it get out from under the pajamas. protruded.

"Rong Jian!" The strange feeling on his left chest made Lin Yanxiu fidget and twitch, and his ears turned red and he scolded in a low voice.

Rong Jian held his waist tightly with one hand, frowned and said, "Don't move, you're going to fall."

"You bastard, let go!" Lin Yanxiu quickly realized how wrong it was to move on the man's thigh. After rubbing casually for a while, there was a faint tendency to raise his head.

Rong Jian continued to play with his nipples with great interest, and said with a smile, "You are so sensitive."

"Damn it!" Lin Yanxiu felt that it was getting hotter and hotter, and panted on the opponent's shoulder, "Do you still want to cut your hair?"

"Huh? I'll play mine, you just go ahead."

Lin Yanxiu went crazy: "How can I continue like this! Playing with your sister!"

Rong Jian smiled slightly, poked in from under the hem of his clothes, touched his bare skin with warm palms, leaned over and whispered: "Then go ahead and order something else..."

"Well--"

The scissors were thrown to the ground with a "snap", and no one cared about them anymore.

Rong Jian wiped his face and patted off the broken hair, and lay on the big bed with his arms around the man, his palms walking behind his back.

"What else do you do besides being in heat?" Lin Yanxiu put his hands on his chest, straddled his waist, looked down at him, and smiled softly.

Rong Jian forcefully forced him to bend down with both hands, and moved closer.

Lin Yanxiu couldn't help closing his eyes and waiting for the next passionate kiss, but he heard the guy leaning into his ear and chuckling and asking, "Is there no surveillance camera here?"

"Don't talk nonsense at a time like this!" Lin Yanxiu's eyes twitched, and he gnawed on his mouth as if venting his anger, ravaging him vigorously.

"Um…"

Rong Jian hugged him and turned over, pressed him on the bed, bit off the buttons of his pajamas one by one with his teeth, and squeezed his knees into the man's legs forcefully, rubbing against the man's legs all the way to the base.

Lin Yanxiu gasped for breath, clasped his hands on the other's shoulders, and groped to take off the hindering vest.

"Look, just say don't wear it." Rong Jian didn't forget to complain, straightened up a little, grabbed the corner of the vest with one hand, and lifted it from the top of his head neatly, revealing his entire lean upper body.

The two jumped into the quilt and rolled over, kissing and caressing intimately...

The love was hot, but at this moment the doorbell rang.

Immediately afterwards, an extraordinarily charming and enchanting woman asked outside the door in a delicate voice: "Sir, is this the special service you ordered? Sir? Are you inside?"

The door was slammed shut.

The two people in the bedroom who were exercising on the bed stopped together and poked their heads out from under the quilt.

Rong Jian stared at him and asked calmly, "Special service? What is that?"

"Idiots are recruit girls."

"Oh, you found it?" Rong Jian raised his eyebrows inexplicably.

"Of course not!" Lin Yanxiu stared back at him suspiciously, "Could it be you who caused the trouble?"

"No ..."

The soprano voice outside the door continued: "Sir, don't worry, you are satisfied with my technical package!"

Just as the woman in ten-centimeter high heels took out a small mirror and looked at herself at the door, the door opened with a "wow".

A man wearing only a bath towel appeared behind the door, and almost all the lights in the room were blocked by his tall body.

The man's half-length hair was drooping, and there was an obvious gap in the bangs, and a small bunch of ridiculous dull hairs were sticking out.

The woman was taken aback, and soon showed a sweet professional smile: "Sir, you are so handsome, why don't you invite me in for a drink?"

As she spoke, she slowly leaned towards him.

Unexpectedly, as soon as she moved, the man quickly took a step back, still staring at her with an expressionless face, without lifting his eyelids.

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The woman smiled awkwardly: "Sir, you..."

Rong Jian finally opened his mouth: "What are you doing?"

"Eh? Isn't that the special service that Mr. called?" The woman finally began to wonder if she had walked into the wrong room, and looked up, 2012, that's right.

Rong Jian thought for a while and asked, "Will you play BQ legend?"

"What?"

Rong Jian continued to ask patiently, "Can you get a haircut?"

"Uh... no, no."

Rong Jian put his arms around his chest and looked at her with contempt: "Can you cook braised pork?"

"That, sir," the woman felt like she was about to cry, "I'm here for a special service..."

"I know, it's a female candidate," Rong Jian nodded impatiently, "If you don't know anything, what kind of service do you have, what quality..."

After speaking, he pulled the door with both hands, and it was closed all at once.

The woman 囧囧 stood outside the door in awe, thinking to herself that it is really hard to find a job these days, and to be a recruited girl, you need a decathlon? !

At this moment, in room 2011 next door.

Wen You came out of the bathroom while brushing his hair, and saw Jones dialing something on the phone in the living room.

"What are you doing?"

Jones turned around and waved at him: "A woman called just now and said something strange with a strange accent. In the end she asked me what the room number was. I only understood this sentence."

Wen You said silently, "Did you tell her?"

"Well, I told her about Room 2012." Jones nodded.

"2012? Isn't that the room number of Rong Jian and the others?"

Jones exclaimed exaggeratedly: "Isn't it our room number?"

Wen You pursed his lips and smiled faintly: "Our room is in 2011, but it doesn't matter, the two of them won't mind."

Jones patted his chest: "That's good, won't disturb them?"

Wen You walked into the room silently, then turned around and warned seriously: "Don't mention this matter tomorrow, just pretend it never happened."

"Oh."

The two people on the other side who were not interested in being disturbed made the bed hastily, and soon fell asleep.

The next day was bright.

The receptionist, MM, called morning at 8 o'clock on time, and went downstairs to have breakfast within half an hour, and formally met with other members of the training camp.

Rong Jian rubbed the head of his chicken nest, and drifted into the bathroom in a daze.

The mirror on the wall reflected his deeply sunken eye sockets, and there was an obvious fault in his bangs, and what was even more exaggerated was that a handful of curled up dull hairs were still curled up in sleep.

However, Rong Jian, whose face was full of desire and dissatisfaction, didn't care at all.

He casually grabbed the blue toothbrush, squeezed toothpaste on it and started brushing his teeth, foaming at the mouth in front of the mirror.

Not long after, Lin Yanxiu yawned and walked in, took a closer look, and said speechlessly, "I use the blue one, you took the wrong toothbrush."

Rong Jian turned his face full of white foam, and said vaguely: "Nu Yong..."

In desperation, Lin Yanxiu had no choice but to wrong himself a little. Although he was a little bit obsessed with cleanliness, since this guy didn't have bad breath, he endured it.

So in the big mirror, the two men started foaming at the mouth at the same time.

Lin Yanxiu secretly looked at Rong Jian from the mirror, only then noticed his "masterpiece" last night, couldn't hold back for a moment, sprayed all the foam out of his mouth.

"puff--"

Rong Jian squinted at him: "Are you silly?"

Lin Yanxiu suppressed a smile and shook his head.

Many people came to the restaurant downstairs one after another, and there was a special dining area for the players in the training camp.

If any veteran game fan comes here, he will definitely be frightened by the eyes of famous people.

Not only the top three of the previous NGCs are on the list, but also several senior players from Gale, PLAX, and Tank II, as well as some famous casual players and masters with special styles.

Most of them knew each other, sitting together in twos and threes, giggling and talking.

When she saw Wen You and Jones coming down together, she nodded to them.

With excited eyes, Jones tugged at his sleeves and asked, "Are these people Chinese masters?"

"That's right," Wen You introduced to him by pointing a few fingers, "Guangfeng plays Orcs, you know, PLAX was the domestic NGC champion the year before last, and he played Ghosts, tanks don't need me, you should have heard of it, The guy who claims to never leave a piece of armor wherever he goes, his favorite thing to do is to go to the international battle platform to single out foreigners."

"Fuck!" Jone has learned this simple and easy-to-understand classic Chinese curse after hanging out in China for so long.

Just as he was talking, Tan Tan walked towards them both with a smile on his face, and the two brothers seemed to pat Wen You on the shoulder: "Eh? Where's that kid Rong Jian? Why haven't you seen him?"

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