my brother is not cute at all

Yang Yue gritted her teeth in anger at these bastards, and turned her head again. Hou Zeqi was leaning quietly in the gaming chair and looking at him tenderly. With a light golden flash, his deep and thick lower eyelashes were illuminated into a fluffy golden piece, and his lips curled into a smile, showing affectionate eyes.

"Come here, let me see the wound."

He waved his hand, and the psychological defense that Yang Yue had just established collapsed to pieces in an instant, and the domineering little lion just now softened into a domesticated cat, and walked over there step by step as if bewildered.

Before standing still, Hou Zeqi wrapped his arms around his slender waist and skillfully carried him onto his lap.

Yang Yue picked up the few green grapes left, fed him one, and threw one in her mouth, chewing and chewing with half of her face puffed up.

"The team has a clear rule that eating is not allowed in the training room," Hou Zeqi reminded him.

Yang Yue became angry when she thought of the title just now, and said, "I'm the boss, are you the boss?"

"You are, you are," Hou Zeqi said nothing, coaxing him very perfunctorily, already rolling up the hem of his T-shirt with his hands.

Most of Yang Yue's wounds were on his back. When the cold wind blew in the room, his smooth skin was as cold as white porcelain. When he was touched by Hou Zeqi's fingers that were still hot after training, everything he passed immediately seemed like It burned like a spark.

"The shallow places are almost healed, and the blood scabs in these deep places haven't fallen off yet. I'll take a look at the bottom..."

The slender fingertips baked every inch of skin, and Hou Zeqi touched an extremely long blood scab on his lower back, and slid down a little bit.

Where the line of sight cannot be seen, the nerves will become extremely sensitive. Yang Yue felt the fingertips running on the skin behind him, polishing Gu on his back like a spirit snake, and couldn't stand it anymore. , twisting his body slightly to protest.

"Hey! Don't, don't touch it, it's sunny, don't touch the boss!"

Hou Zeqi heard his slightly trembling voice, and caught a glimpse of his red-hot auricles out of the corner of his eye, then stopped his restless hands, put his hands on the back of his waist, and gently squeezed.

The subwoofer ruthlessly bombarded his eardrums like a naughty and shameless hooligan: "Oh, in the dead of night, can I do anything to the boss?"

"I'm looking for you this time to talk about serious business." Yang Yue's waist and ears were all itchy and hot, and Yang Yue turned her head to hide, thinking that if this goes on, she might be wiped out in the training room. He immediately tried his best to turn the tide, and stared at the past with a pair of dark eyes.

Hou Zeqi looked into his eyes, paused for two seconds, then moved his fingers restlessly: "Well, you say yours."

Yang Yue: "..."

With your hands like this, how can I speak properly?

Yang Yue didn't know whether to laugh or cry, but then she thought that this person would never do anything too extreme in the training room, so she let him go.

"I didn't expect that the time for the summer split would be so hasty. There wasn't even a little time for you to run in, especially Yang Xing. He had no experience in competitions, and he hadn't undergone systematic training. Are you holding back?"

"Standing down?" Hou Zeqi snorted and laughed: "You have to ask Bajie, the runner-up of last year's All-Star 1v1 heads-up match. Seeing that Yang Xing insisted on pulling him solo on the first day he came, and ended up playing three times. Innings, and only one inning was a draw."

Yang Yue asked: "What about the other two rounds?"

Hou Zeqi: "He lost."

Yang Yue asked in surprise: "Is Yang Xing so strong?"

Hou Zeqi: "Can I kiss you?"

"Ah?" Yang Yue was stunned for a moment, then said in a stuttering voice, "Yes, yes..."

Hou Zeqi stared at his moist and plump little soft lips for a long time, and he was already crazy. Now that he got permission, he transformed into a big cat with his natural nature in seconds.

The sky outside the window was completely dark, only the flickering standby screen on the computer screen was left with a faint light, shining on the sides of their tightly kissing faces, revealing a few different charms.

Yang Yue was tossed all over by the tip of his tongue, and soon couldn't hold back, and pushed the person away with unsteady breath.

"Okay, okay, let's get on with the business. You just said that Yang Xing is very strong in solo, and then what? How is he getting along with you? Is there... Be honest! Don't touch it!"

With Wen Xiang and soft jade in his arms, how could Hou Zeqi be in the mood to beep and chat with him about other men?

"I didn't touch it, so I hugged it. How did you lose so much weight? Your butt is so small."

Yang Yue was so irritated by him, she was not in the mood to talk about serious things: "Fart, you only touched half of it, of course it's small, try pinching it like this..."

As he spoke, he moved his body and took Hou Zeqi's hand...

At this moment, the door of the training room was pushed open with a bang!

"Brother! Sister Mei calls you to eat, hurry up—"

Yang Yue and Hou Zeqi: "..."

Halfway through Yang Xing's speech, seeing the less harmful but extremely powerful picture in front of him, his voice stopped abruptly, and then he put his head in his hands, plopped on his knees, closed his eyes and howled in shock: "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Me, me, am I bothering you again?"

Hou Zeqi's first reaction was to pick up his ancestor and twirled half a circle on the gaming chair, letting his voice sound through the cold back of the chair to appear more ruthless: "Go out and tell her we'll be there right away."

"Okay, okay! I'm going, I'm going!"

The sound of Yang Xing rolling, crawling, and running away came from behind, and the veins on Hou Zeqi's forehead loosened a bit.

When she lowered her head, Yang Yue stared at her black and watery black grape eyes, huddled in his arms and asked, "Is his operation and consciousness all right?"

Hou Zeqi: "..."

"What the hell! The taller one is the taller one among the dwarfs, just like Bajie, he is a stunned young man with well-developed limbs and no brains!"

Hou Zeqi gritted his teeth, and suddenly felt the veins on his forehead tighten again.

Immediately afterwards, an earth-shattering and soul-stirring sound came from the corridor very appropriately——

"—Ah Choo!"

Yang Yue: "..."

Shimei and Jiang Haibo worked very neatly, and with the help of a group of young men, when they were seated, the hot pot on the table was already bubbling with soup, and white smoke was wafting from the aroma. The sounds of chopsticks colliding complement each other. In a cozy and peaceful atmosphere, everyone is planning the next goal of FIH together.

As the team leader, Shimei submitted the registration form for the summer regular season a few days ago, and customized a batch of new team uniforms. Finally, she brought a piece of good news that she got after working so hard to negotiate cooperation: FIH team In addition to the deep sea live broadcast, the sponsors have two more powerful backings - Haiheng Jewelry and Deepin Media.

Although they are two companies that have nothing to do with e-sports, Haiheng Jewelry has taken over the customized badges of the FIH team throughout the year, and Deepin Media is responsible for marketing all the results of the FIH team in the summer competition.In this way, a group of teenagers and girls with dreams will soon join the FIH youth training camp, and everything will develop in a better and better direction.

This news made Yang Yue startled, and then there was endless sadness.

It turned out that no one blamed him for his impulsive and unwise actions. Everyone was like a warm harbor, loving and tolerant him regardless of return. From the moment he met his new family, he was no longer the one who was rejected. Ridiculous, ostracized children.

"For the sake of our beautiful sister's merits in talking about cooperation, let all the men present raise their glasses together, and toast our team's outstanding team flower sister!"

After Bajie finished speaking, he called everyone to raise their wine glasses and clinked glasses over the hot pot together.

Immediately afterwards, Da Jiu, as the coach, made some conclusions about the current situation of the team.

The main reason for the decline of FIH performance in the past is that all the players are not united. The strongest Bajie in the team is an ace solo player, but he lacks the ability to coordinate the whole team; Santiao and Wu Renkong, who shoulder the dual-core task, have a tacit understanding The speed, but the technology can't keep up; the side assistant players Si Hai and Er Bing are silently giving players. A reckless bastard is always the worst candidate to take the blame.

Fortunately, now they have a core trump card that can lead the whole team, and a top rookie player with both intelligence and resourcefulness. Together, the two have a tacit understanding of duo, so they have become a stronger team than the first generation of dual-core players. The existence of lethality.

Right now, the biggest goal of the FIH team is to achieve results in the summer regular season and then qualify for tickets to the global finals.

"Everyone knows in their hearts that it is not an easy task to advance to the global finals. There are only three teams in our China Division that can qualify for the promotion. The first is to win the summer championship as the No. , is to become the team with the highest points in the whole year and advance as the second seed. If they all fail, then they can only wait for the third chance to become one of the four teams with the highest points in the ranking and enter the qualifiers. Win the championship, and then win the final place to advance to the national finals as the third seed."

At the dinner table, Da Jiu looked serious, and presented three situations in front of everyone.

Yang Yue and Jiang Haibo, two laymen, were confused by what they heard, so they could only sit obediently, eating and drinking, and nodded cooperatively.

"But the second method can be ruled out now," Hou Zeqi pointedly reminded, and poured cold water on everyone's heads: "The previous record of the FIH team is too bad, and it is no longer enough to chase the highest points in the year. It's possible."

When the shocked Erbing and Sihai heard this, they instantly became slumped little cabbages.

"We all know, sorry, we are so useless," Si Hai said.

"You all tried your best, and no one needs to apologize," Hou Zeqi comforted him, took a shrimp and slipped it into Yang Yue's bowl, sighed and said, "With everyone's current state and cooperation, we can make progress as we go." There is still no problem until the qualifiers, in short, do your best and obey the destiny."

The atmosphere dropped suddenly, and everyone's expressions became a little less optimistic. When Bajie saw him, his hands hidden under the table were clenched into fists. After a while, he suddenly laughed.

"Everyone don't need to be too depressed. Today, we won the top ten domestic teams online with a score of 3:1. As long as everyone maintains their mentality and works hard, there is still hope for everything." Walking on the BB machine, no matter where he goes, he is a little expert at enlivening the atmosphere: "Okay, okay, don't think about it, the most important thing now is to pay respect to the few people who have joined us first."

Bajie stood up while talking, and filled a glass of fruit beer. As the captain, he greeted several team members, and raised his glass to Yang Xing sincerely: "First of all, thank you for our most promising rookie kid, thank you for joining our team , I underestimated you the day I joined the team, and ended up digging a hole for myself..."

When Yang Xing saw this scene, he grabbed the cup in a hurry, and said politely: "Hey, don't, don't, myna, don't say that, I have some luck in it."

"No, you are very strong, really," Bajie said firmly, "As long as you maintain this enthusiasm for e-sports, one day, you will shoulder the future of FIH, so this cup, we respect you together. "

Yang Xing had never received such affirmation before, the light in his eyes began to tremble: "Brother, I..."

He glanced in Yang Yue's direction in a panic, but Hou Zeqi stood up holding a cup at this moment, and smiled at him: "Ba Jie is right, come on, let's respect the future of our FIH together. "

"To the future!"

Everyone raised their wine glasses together, smiled heartily, and the sound of firm collisions rang out over the dining table. This first glass was a toast to their new hope.

After gulping it down, Bajie filled the second cup and continued: "For the second cup, we would like to thank the person who means the most to FIH. If it weren't for him, this team that supported our growth might not have existed for a long time. It no longer exists, I don't know why such a young man has such amazing courage, even if he does everything he can to protect FIH, maybe it's because of love..."

When Bajie said this, he paused, then looked at Yang Yue firmly, and smiled sincerely: "So, we should love him well."

Yang Yue was caught off guard and widened her eyes, pointing to herself and whispering, "...Me?"

"That's right, let's thank our most beloved little boss," Bajie said, raising the wine glass over the table.

Shimei held up her wine glass for reconsideration: "This must be thanked, come! To the youngest owner in the history of our league."

"It's also the most vicious boss," Erbing added in a low voice.

"But anyway, he is the cutest boss," Da Jiu said.

Yang Xing revealed: "He is still the poorest boss!"

Yang Yue got angry: "Yang Xing, you—"

Everyone let out an unkind burst of laughter under his instantly shrunken face, and Bajie laughed so much that he showed the dimples on half of his face, and said loudly: "Okay! Then respect the poorest boss."

"Respect the boss!"

Amidst the firm and powerful laughter, there was another crisp sound of collision. This second cup was toasted to this person who gave them hope again.

The second cup bottomed out, and then Bajie filled the last cup again. This time, under the sincere and expectant eyes of everyone, his hand that raised the glass trembled slightly.

"This third cup, to this person we have been waiting for, after three years and 11 months, thank you for coming back to us again," Bajie said solemnly, looking at the person at the end of the dining table with his dark eyes Years of polishing, the man who has absorbed his sharpness to the bone but is still dazzling, slowly raised his wine glass.

"Not much to say, Seventh Brother, welcome home."

"..."

The last cup, needless to say, a most sincere welcome is worth a thousand words.

Everyone knew in their hearts that this third cup was toast to hope itself.

Some people are favored by God at birth. He is born in the light, and the place where he stands is the place where hope takes root and grows wildly.

Future ishopeful.

Welcome home.