King's return

The lights in Boss Lin's study room were on, and the light shone through the frosted glass ashtray, which gave a somewhat colorful feeling.

The white ash fell down, and Lin Yanxiu put it back into his mouth again. He was not a big smoker, but when he needed to think or make a decision, he habitually lit one.

The main colors in the study are khaki and black, and there is another leather chair in front of the computer desk, where a black shadow is lying there playing minesweeper, and the mouse is ticking like an alarm.

Lin Yanxiu glanced at him abruptly, wanting to kick him to death.

"Have you read it?" He raised the two files in his hand, which were the reports after someone secretly investigated the information of Red Wolf and Miejue Shitai.

"Not yet." Rong Jian replied lightly, and suddenly flicked the mouse—his hand trembled and clicked a thunder.

He sighed and turned his head resentfully: "We almost broke the record."

"What's the matter with me?!"

Rong Jian raised his foot and kicked it against the table. With the help of this push, he slid to Lin Yanxiu's side with the leather chair, and took a rough look at the two documents.

Then he pointed to one of them and said, "Here"

"What?" Lin Yanxiu immediately approached seriously, looking left and right, there was nothing special about it.

Then I heard Rong Jian continue: "There is a typo."

"Will you die if you are serious?!" Lin Yanxiu took a deep puff of cigarette, snorting and exhaling two white smoke, just like an annoyed bull.

Rong Jian watched him quietly for a while, then suddenly reached out and snatched half of the cigarette from the other's mouth, and took it by herself.

After taking two sips, he frowned and said, "It smells strange."

In fact, he was also used to smoking.

A rebellious teenager in middle school, fighting, playing truant for money, doing everything, smoking and drinking are nothing.

It's just that later on life was difficult, and this kind of luxury was naturally out of reach. Slowly, he stopped smoking very much.

Only those who are really empty can't quit smoking - for Rong Jian, the biggest addiction has been taken up by games, so what about Lin Yanxiu?

"The ones who smoke still complain." Lin Yanxiu had no choice but to take out the cigarette case and take out another one, but he couldn't find the lighter for a long time.

Rong Jian leaned forward with a cigarette in his mouth: "Let me help you."

As he spoke, he grabbed the other person's chin, pointed the burning cigarette butt at Lin Yanxiu's, his eyes were slightly half closed, and looked at the place where the two were connected by the smoke.

Such intimacy seems to be no less than kissing,

Lin Yanxiu sat there stiffly, staring at the man's thick eyelashes until the cigarette butt lit up, dazzling his eyes.

"Cough" he inhaled the smoke in his lungs violently, causing him to cough slightly. In just a short time, he almost forgot how to smoke.

Rong Jian didn't pay attention, he just smoked in rapt attention, concentrating on meditation.

Red Wolf is older than Rong Jian, and his family was once well-off. He was mixed in the society when he was in middle school, fought countless times with Rong Jian, and never got good results. Playing games is even worse. For the sake of face, Forged a lot of grudges with him, and often summoned friends to block Rong Jian in an alley and beat him up.

Of course, there are no such details. There is only one thing that is particularly eye-catching. Ten years ago, a pregnant woman was accidentally injured in a fight, and later died because of untimely rescue.

Ten years ago

It happened to be the time when his adoptive mother died and he was completely orphaned

Rong Jian frowned slightly, feeling a sudden pain in his head.

The falling cigarette ash burned the back of his hand, and he regained his senses. Immediately afterwards, Lin Yanxiu took that hand and wiped it with a wet towel.

"Idiot, how many times have I told you to protect your hands!"

Rong Jian smiled: "Do you feel distressed?"

"Waste—you are the one who loves you!" Lin Yanxiu hastily changed his words, with a slap in the face.

Rong Jian pursed his lips and continued to read another file.

As for the extermination old nun, he is just a small character who has done many evil things. He was hired by Lu Tinggan as a thug a few years ago and promised to let him participate in NGC under the name of WT. .

Rong Jian read it over and over again, but did not find any more valuable information, so he simply threw it aside, and just happened to finish his cigarette, and he stuffed it into the ashtray and pressed it out.

Without something to hold, the mouth is easy to be lonely.

Lin Yanxiu was typing on the computer with his back to him, Rong Jian stared at the other's sexy back in a silk pajamas for a while, dragged the chair over, and quietly reached out to hug him from behind.

"Lin Yanxiu," he whispered, biting his ear.

As this all-too-familiar voice entered the eardrums, Lin Yanxiu's back went numb, and he didn't turn his face away: "The adults are doing business, and the children are playing minesweeping."

"Well, it's time to do something." Rong Jian made an excuse as a matter of course, and the latter sentence was automatically filtered out.

As he spoke, his hands also began to penetrate into the man's clothes irregularly, groping around.

Lin Yanxiu panted twice: "Wait, wait a minute, I haven't taken a shower yet."

Rong Jian bit his lip with a groan, and said vaguely: "Thick skin is not afraid of mosquito bites."

——This has something to do with mosquitoes? !

Lin Yanxiu really wanted to yell out this sentence, but unfortunately he was so blocked that he couldn't speak, so he could only complain in his stomach.

He moved from the leather chair to sit on Rong Jian's lap, using his hands and feet to press the person against the back of the chair, trying to continue to counterattack Daye.

The belt was quickly untied, Lin Yanxiu pulled it out with a smirk, and wrapped it tightly around Rong Jian's wrist: "See how I fuck you this time!"

Obviously, the above is impossible to happen, it is only in the beautiful obsession of Lin, but the fact is just the opposite - the one whose hands are tied has been replaced by himself.

"Bastard! Untie it for me!"

Lin Yanxiu's face was flushed like a tomato, his hands were tied behind his back, and the buttons of his pajamas were all unbuttoned, revealing half of his shoulders, thrashing about in Rong Jian's lap.

But the trousers were also quickly taken off, and under the black underwear was wrapped a firm buttocks, which Rong Jian touched several times.

"what"

Rong Jian's tongue licked the man's nipples, and he felt the man tremble sensitively, and said in a tone that could not resist: "Separate your legs and sit up."

Lin Yanxiu felt his butt go cold, and the last cover was torn off. He gnawed on Rong Jian's slender neck as if venting his anger, and he pressed down forcefully on his waist and hips.

"Slow, slow to insert you - hiss, it hurts!"

Rong Jian stroked his back and buttocks along the spine, and said in a lower voice, "I can't help it."

Both of them were breathing rapidly, and Lin Yanxiu also found the feeling, leaning against his shoulder, couldn't help twisting his waist.

"Huh—quick, hurry up—"

"Well"

When she reached the peak, Rong Jian, who had always had a facial paralysis, showed a rare fascinated expression.

Lin Yanxiu lay on his chest, overlapping and heaving violently. His hands had long been free again, and his nails scratched Rong Jian's back heavily. The old marks didn't fade away, and new marks immediately filled in.

——No wonder the leader, the Great God, was ordered not to take off his clothes during the game.

The two simply tidied up, and then continued to fight in another location like a guerrilla.

Early the next morning, Boss Lin was lying on the bed too tired to get up. Rong Jian wanted to continue lazing on the bed, but he immediately kicked him down - when someone commits a crime, he still has the strength to squeeze someone .

Uncle Rong walked towards the exhibition center refreshed, and the NGC Top [-] Tournament finally officially started.

This time the audience was half as large as the opening ceremony, and the roar of voices almost covered the voice of the host.

As usual, the host is a pretty girl—after all, most video game fans are homeboys. Although the host is recognized as the king of nonsense, for the sake of being a beautiful woman, I still have to give some face.

Surrounded by so many beautiful men, Uncle Rong had no concept of beautiful women. He followed everyone's gaze and looked at the beautiful host's long legs for a long time. Legs, as expected, he was the sexiest man. Jian secretly made a conclusion, and by the way, glanced at the perverted men around him contemptuously.

Next, the host announced the rules of the Top 99 competition, which were exactly the same as before, but this time there was something special about the top [-] contestant Miejue Shitai being detained by the police for allegedly gathering a crowd to gamble and fight, and was disqualified. For the top [-].

The contestants cheered up, and then their eyes lit up - idiots know that this means that in the first round of draws, one lucky person will get a bye.

The light bulb above Rong Jian's head also started to light up. He didn't want to advance smoothly, but if he had a bye, he could go back to sleep now or something.

The contestants tried their best to pray to God and worship Buddha, one by one excitedly stepped forward and one by one returned disappointed, when it was Rong Jian's turn, a brother from behind patted him and begged: "Master, what are you still smoking? Give the masses a way out!"

Rong Jian turned her head expressionlessly: "In front of Huilongjue, everyone is equal."

"What?"

With an extremely pious heart, Rong Jian rushed to the hole of the black box, and stretched out his paws. Just as Rong Jian was still groping around in the black box, another lottery box far away suddenly burst into flames. There was a burst of surprise.

"Haha! It's a bye!"

"Oh? Has it been taken away? Well, it seems that there is no need to count on it"

"Who got it?"

The commotion over there naturally reached Rong Jian's ears. He reluctantly took out the ball and took a look. No. 13 B—it's 13 and B again, what the fuck!

He walked back with the ball in his pocket, and suddenly glanced in the direction of the commotion.

The lucky one who got a bye turned out to be Red Wolf.

Rong Jian stared at the other person's pissed back for a long time, and secretly decided to hate him even more.

"Next, please enter the arena after the lottery has been drawn." The crisp voice of the host MM came from the stage.

Rong Jian walked half a circle around the venue, but at the door of the competition room, he saw an acquaintance walking towards him.

"This time the opponent turned out to be you."

The man on the opposite side couldn't laugh or cry, he opened the door first and walked in: "This number is really bad!"

We haven't seen each other for a few days, but Wen You is still the same, the two of them are too familiar with each other, they skipped the small talk, and simply went straight to the point.

For the PK between "The Great Master" and "The Lone Ranger", the audience's expectations are quite high, and the director immediately switched to Room 13 on the big screen.

The war is raging.

Wen You is also more used to using the human race, but playing peasants in front of Rong Jian is obviously courting death, so he decisively switched to the ghost race.

This race is relatively high-end, and it is difficult for newcomers to get started, and even less to play well.

After Rong Jian came back, there were very few people who played ghosts, and his experience was pitiful. Wen You calculated this and bullied him desperately.

But right now Rong Jian's condition is extremely good, not to mention last night, Boss Lin enthusiastically rushed her to "battery" the whole night, and she was extremely excited.

Wen You's strength is strong, just enough to stimulate his seemingly unlimited hand speed, his hands are like flying, shaking wildly on the mouse and keyboard.

On the battlefield, you come and go, constantly performing scenes full of passion.

This battle took a surprisingly long time, and 13% of the contestants had already decided the winner, and there was no sign of the end in room [-].

This kind of situation is exactly what the spectators are willing to see. After all, the game needs to be highly entertaining. Otherwise, who will pay for a game where the winner will be determined in 10 minutes?

The contestants have to work hard, not to mention the need to keep a high degree of concentration and maintain a certain level of hand speed. After a long time, dizziness, hand cramps, etc., often occur. The most depressing thing is the sudden urge to pee.

Wen You's old hen, who had a bad RP, was shot today. Seeing that the forces on both sides are intertwined on the big map, if no one makes mistakes, this battle will still be fought.

Feeling a dull pain in his stomach, Wen You frantically clicked the mouse with a wry smile, thinking that this is really too bad.

After another 3 minutes or so, Rong Jian slowly grasped the characteristics of the Ghost Clan, becoming more and more free and easy, and the balance of the war began to tilt.

Although Wen You was not willing to just give up like this, but he also knew that he would lose sooner or later if he continued to fight. For the sake of his bladder, Wen You decided to put some water on it.

Seeing the big GAMEOVER on the screen, the two heaved a sigh of relief at the same time.

Rong Jian grinned, and stood up involuntarily. With one hand, he took off the unbuttoned shirt and put it on one shoulder. His entire muscular upper body was immediately exposed to the eyes of thousands of spectators.

——It is clear to see the deep and shallow scratches on the back, teeth marks and rose-colored hickey marks.

It was evident everywhere that last night, what a beautiful love affair happened to him.

Where they couldn't hear, screams came and went in the venue, and even the host MM blushed exaggeratedly, and couldn't help but blurted out: "The girlfriend of the leader is really—too hot and enthusiastic, haha"

This sentence made the majority of female fans deeply jealous, and the men would smile heartily and be extremely envious.

In a way, this visionary scenario is more exciting than the game.

Wen You glanced at him, laughed "poof", and asked incomparably playfully, "Who left such wild traces?"

Only then remembered Lin Yanxiu's repeated warnings, so Rong Jian had no choice but to push his glasses and said, "A difficult cat."

"Oh?" Wen You was busy going to the toilet, too lazy to play charades with him, and only left a sentence when he went out, "Let me see your cat someday!"

Rong Jian put on her clothes slowly, and said to herself: "It's a big deal, just let the milk take the blame."

"Meow! >_<" Milk, who was dozing off at home, suddenly sneezed.

After the two games, the first day of the Top [-] Tournament came to a successful conclusion.

At this time, the numbers in the loser group and the winner group were seriously unbalanced, the former accounted for more than two-thirds, Wen You was also sent into the loser group by Rong Jian to squat with him.

In the loser group with no way out, the competition is particularly fierce.

Three days later, the top 32 in the country were officially released. Compared with last year's list, almost half of them were replaced, full of opportunities and cruelty.

The top 32 is a watershed among the top [-]. Usually at this time, it is the time when the major professional clubs, after observing consecutive matches, start to crazily carve up newcomers.

Under normal circumstances, they start digging from the winner's group, and even some prediction leaderboards judge the players' future future based on their signing value.

Last year, WT acted aggressively and mercilessly poached a few potential newcomers that the OP was looking for. Lin Yan was so angry that he was itching to fix his teeth.

This year's feng shui took turns, WT has been replaced by Weta, and Weta's first olive branch was thrown to Rong Jian who was squatting in the corner of the loser group.

In fact, ever since Rong Jian was kicked out by a good company and acquired by the OP, almost no companies would specifically come to poach him.

After all, this product is "notorious", and the OP is not just casually allowing other opponents to get involved in his own territory.

Although the word "forbidden" is open to discussion, Boss Lin, who withheld Weta's invitation letter privately, is still secretly angry.

With extremely suspicious eyes, he looked up and down at Uncle Rong who was lying on the dining table and teasing the milk.

Rong Jian was probably very hungry, and he stared at Milk maliciously, like staring at a piece of meat, and boredly stretched out two fingers to grab its white and tender tail, tugged and dragged it, and circled on the table.

"Meow~~~@_@" The poor milk was tortured, and she stood up and resisted. Before she could take two steps, she was dragged back again, and so on.

Lin Yanxiu chopped it on the chopping board speechlessly, and muttered in a low voice: "It's clearly a pervert."

A alive and kicking fish soon became the ghost of his knife, Lin Yanxiu thought while chopping it up, Weita's people are blind, and they would look at Rong Jian, what kind of vision, there is something wrong!

He had completely forgotten that Rong Jian had said this to himself in the hospital back then.

Rong Jian felt like he was going to starve to heaven, and the hot food finally arrived on the table.

Just stretched out his chopsticks to pick up the fish piece, Lin Yanxiu gave him a "snap" and snorted coldly, "You are not allowed to eat it."

"Why?" Rong Jian looked at him, then turned his head to look at the milk that was eating happily, and said very sadly and aggrieved: "Even if it's the same thing as it eats, I don't mind."

Lin Yanxiu held back the faintly bursting veins on his forehead, gritted his teeth and said, "This is punishment, who told you to break the agreement and take off your clothes?!"

Rong Jian acted as if he had suddenly realized, and then stretched out his chopsticks again with peace of mind: "Then it's better to punish me physically when I get to bed at night."

"Rong Ji! Go to hell!" Lin Yanxiu blushed, and suddenly remembered something, and rolled his eyes, "corporal punishment? Do what I tell you to do?"

Rong Jian was busy stuffing food into his mouth, puffed his cheeks, and nodded following his words: "Yeah."

Lin Yanxiu raised his eyebrows, some fiery and seductive scenes appeared in his mind, and he started to chuckle immediately - if he could be overwhelmed and ravaged by himself in one meal, it would be so refreshing.

Before he recovered from all kinds of obsessions, Uncle Rong wiped his mouth, hiccupped expressionlessly, and said slowly: "Lin Yanxiu"

"Are you full?" Boss Lin couldn't help but turn up his mouth, and stared at him maliciously, "You're going to die tonight! I must get back all the debts from the previous few times!"

Rong Jian looked back calmly, and said silently: "Tomorrow is the final of NGC 32."

"" Lin Yanxiu's smile froze on his face.

Rong Jian pretended to shrug helplessly: "Go to bed early tonight."

After finishing speaking, he floated up to the second floor with a snail's pace—what does it mean to eat up and run away, right now!

Lin Yanxiu's sinister gaze slowly shot at the milk that was happily gnawing on the fish bones aside, it trembled suddenly, and it didn't even want the fish. It seems like "corporal punishment" again when caught.

He poked the remaining fish dregs with his chopsticks resentfully: "Eat to death, you will eat to death!"

On the eve of the top 32 finals, they just slipped past without a sound.

The next day, Uncle Rong was ordered to wear two layers before he was released from the house - the reason for this, the Buddha said, cannot be explained.

There is no bye in this draw, and Rong Jian was very depressed to find that he had drawn a two.

Two is two, he still wore that paralyzed face that hadn't changed for thousands of years, and Shi Shiran lingered to the competition room.

The door is ajar, obviously the opponent has already entered first.

As soon as he pushed open the door, the pupils under the lens shrank suddenly!

Sitting in front of the computer desk was a man in a dark red shirt and a black peaked cap. Who was it but a red wolf? !

Naturally, the red wolf also found him, panic flashed in his eyes, and he subconsciously stood up, not knowing where to move his hands and feet, and finally pretended to be calm and said: "Oh, it's a great god, there is no chance now. , I’d better just abstain from that.”

Without waiting for Rong Jian to stop him, he directly pressed the abstain option, lowered his head and rushed towards the door in a hurry.

The red light symbolizing abstention on the big screen in the venue drew boos from the audience. It is rare for this kind of game to abstain before the start. The cowardly behavior is undoubtedly the most contemptible.

"Stop." Rong Jian was standing at the door, and took a step to the left to block the door firmly.

He was half a head taller than the red wolf, and the other party was still bowing his head. Rong Jian looked even more condescending. He fixed the eyes of the red wolf firmly, like a lion catching a lamb, and asked coldly, "Why did you see me so quickly?" run?"