I fell off the horse after pretending to be Mengxin

Wei Yu's worries seemed superfluous.

The streetlight on one side vaguely illuminated the blush on Wen Yu's side face. Noticing his gaze, Wen Yu raised his head and asked in a very low voice what's wrong.

Did he really not hear?

Wei Yu was surprised in his heart.

Shi Yuanzhou wasn't soft-spoken at all, he even turned up his volume on purpose, Wen Yu shouldn't have missed it.

But he didn't say anything.

Feeling the warmth of his palm, Wei Yu pursed his lips tightly.

Seeing the tiredness on Wen Yu's face, he knew that most of his mind was consumed by the dinner.

Wei Yu was only taken to this kind of place by his father when he was a child, where all kinds of people were shaking and dizzying, and the world is full of uncles and aunts who can't handle it all.

The smell of wine is so strong that I want to vomit.

"Go to bed early." Sitting in the car, Wei Yu reported the address of the hotel to the driver, "We have to train together tomorrow."

"Yeah." Wen Yu suddenly wanted to look at his phone, and moved his fingertips.

His hand was still held in Wei Yu's palm, the elementary school boy seemed to have completely forgotten about it, and never let go of his hand.

Wen Yu lowered his eyes, giving up the idea of ​​touching the phone.

It seems to be very good if it is carried on like this.

The car drove forward slowly, with traffic rushing outside the window, and soon returned to the hotel where he was staying.

The online car-hailing driver left them at the entrance of the hotel. Wei Yu's phone vibrated slightly when he walked into the elevator.

He looked down at the screen.

[Qixi]: Have you asked?

[Qixi]: What did the other party say?

Only then did he remember,? He hasn't talked to Qixi about this matter yet.

Indeed, with Qixi's help, he was able to see through the true face of Miishi Shashen.

Letting go of Wen Yu's hand, Wei Yu typed with both hands.

[Wei]: You are right.

[Wei]: That person really... has bad intentions.

Wen Yu, who accidentally saw the phone screen, lowered his eyes and pursed his lips.

He did have bad intentions.

[Qixi]: Just figure it out,? Don't contact me again in the future.

[Wei]: Well, I've blocked it.

【Qixi】:? ? ?

【Qixi】: What?

[Qixi]: After all, they gave you tens of thousands of dollars as a benefactor, so you are blocked like this?

Wei Yu didn't care about his news. Holding the phone with the screen off, he suddenly asked, "Senior, is it because of Shi Yuanzhou that you suddenly called me to pick you up?"

Wen Yu is not a character who likes to trouble others.

"...Well." Wen Yu was silent for a moment, then nodded slowly, with a trace of guilt in his voice: "Sorry, did I disturb you?"

After thinking about it, he realized how it was possible that he didn't bother.

Wei Yu was live broadcasting at that time, and he saw with his own eyes how lively the live broadcast room was. Thousands of people focused their eyes on that small screen, watching the compact game presented on it with full concentration.

It was he who made Wei Yu lose his job.

"No." Wei Yu shook his head, the bastard's hairy head lay on Wen Yu's neck, arching slightly.

"No matter how many times, I am willing to take you back."

Wen Yu really didn't know how this brat learned his love words without a teacher, and easily made him burn all over.

When the elevator arrived, Wen Yu was led by Wei Yu to the room step by step. Thinking of the bedroom with the big frosted glass bed, his body couldn't help but tense up.

With all kinds of strange lyrics in his head, Wen Yu lowered his voice: "Tonight is still very long..."

Halfway through his words, Wei Yu flashed the key card.

A small card stuck in the door fell out, a beautiful girl in a black suit and skirt was drawn on the rough printing surface, and a line of large characters was printed on it.

"It's a long night tonight. A beautiful white-collar worker will meet you warmly. Call 1xxxxxxxx."

female office worker.

Wen Yu looked at the cards floating down, then shifted his gaze to look at himself in the same exquisite black suit, and his face twitched.

It turned red and transparent.

Wei Yu didn't seem to notice the contents of the card in time, but bent down to try to pick it up. The moment he picked up the card, Wen Yu suddenly stood on tiptoe.

Kiss on his lips.

A slightly cool softness invaded the lips, Wei Yu hurriedly closed the door, and hugged Wen Yu tightly with his backhand.

The material of the suit under the skin is cold and hard, but the body that has taken off the outer shell is warm. Wei Yu closed his eyes and kissed Wen Yu's collarbone and Adam's apple bit by bit, teasing it like holding a round and clear fish egg. The most devout kiss ever.

After kissing that slender knuckle, Wei Yu squeezed Wen Yu's wrist, lifted up the T-shirt, pressed on those powerful abdominal muscles, and slowly moved down.

He felt Wen Yu's hand gradually heating up in the palm, and the slight coolness rubbed against his skin, making Wei Yu shiver slightly from the cold.

Then the flames surged.

Wen Yu's icy hands suddenly broke away, his face flushed, and his voice was as low as a mosquito's: "I still have to train tomorrow..."

Wei Yu didn't speak, just squinted and looked down at him.

Wen Yu huddled at the corner of the bed.

A black suit was faded to the crook of the arms, the inner shirt was covered with touch marks, the neckline was slightly open, and the collarbone like a butterfly tail was full of seductive water stains.

He never thought that a dignified and elegant senior would have such a sexy and seductive side.

Wei Yu's voice was hoarse, and his voice was like a wild beast growling, which startled him: "Then, you touch me."

While speaking, Wei Yu's body leaned closer, his breathing provoked his nerves, igniting the blood in his chest drop by drop, Wen Yu suddenly began to regret his refusal just now.

He held out his hand, flicking his wrist lightly.

In a trance, Wei Yu remembered the card that Wen Yu took away, and there was only one thought in his mind.

The night is long.

His male white-collar worker is indeed very beautiful.

The next day, they slept until the sun was high before barely getting out of bed.

Wei Yu looked at the senior who was huddled by the bed, wrapped into a small ball, with traces of him still remaining on his neck, half of his little heart was about to melt.

He immediately hugged Wen Yu, rubbing his head wildly again, like a dog finally waiting for its owner.

Wei Yu is in a good mood.

So much so that Xiong Ping ate lunch with fear, always feeling that a gentle Weiyu appeared in his eyes from time to time, because he was taken away by an evil spirit from another world.

In fact, Wen Yu's training said that someone would help him, but Wei Yu was still worried. He moved a stool to stick to Wen Yu's side, and there was a tendency of not leaving until the end of the fight.

Wen Yu didn't chase him away, but spread his phone wider for Wei Yu to see.

He was operating, and Wei Yu gave pointers from time to time.

"The jungler on the opposite side is catching, there is no need to clear the soldiers, and go to the road to support."

"This blood volume can be killed, pay attention to Huo Wu's big move to escape, and predict the landing point of her big move on the right."

"The shooter is stealing red, throwing skills directly, pay attention to the opponent's jungler who may come back."

Wen Yiya, who was on the mic together, widened her eyes: "This is too accurate. Brother, are you a master or a see-through player?"

Wen Yu played the game sound, and Wei Yu immediately heard someone praising him.

Being praised by your boyfriend's cousin is extra pleasant.

"That is." Wei Yu did not hide his pride at all, "I am self-taught and talented."

After he finished speaking, Wen Yiya's voice suddenly paused.

With an electric voice, the girl came with a hesitant and doubtful voice: "Why do I always feel that your voice sounds like a..."

She didn't finish her sentence.

Wen Yu pressed the mute button abruptly, and glanced at Wei Yu, who was doing nothing.

"It's time for you to practice."

Wei Yu:? ? ?

Why did you suddenly become fierce?

He curled his lips, quietly huddled in the corner, and opened a KPL match by the way.

After all, Wei Yu is still a very obedient son of a bitch.

At least during the day.

Under the continuous training, the time is so fast that it is almost impossible to feel the change of the sun and the moon.

Full stop found teammates who played in the college league together, stole a few lineups, and moved back to practice for a few rounds; Gan Bei’s hero pool is large but not deep. These days, he has played back and forth with the iconic heroes of Sun Ce’s old master Zhu Bajie and several lineups for dozens of times. Xiong Ping even started the hell mode of training, and finally had the guts to play hard.

Only Wei Yu couldn't stay idle, and secretly ran to start a live broadcast.

Two days later, the day of the knockout round.

The top [-] companies did not advertise with much fanfare, but just started the live broadcast, and a separate small live broadcast room was hung on the last page of the King of Glory area.

The company also opened up the on-site viewing of the game. Anyone who is willing to watch and fill in the registration form can watch from around. Many passers-by stayed behind and looked up at the big screen.

Wei Yu suddenly had a sense of sight returning to the E9 scene and participating in the Kings Exhibition.

Of course, there are more company players in the same competition.

Because this was the first knockout game, the idle teams gathered together and ran to the first mouse to play, to find out for the future games.

The commentary invited a few decent people, but it smelled like an Internet cafe. I don't know which Internet cafe they are part-timers.

It is rumored that the official commentary will be replaced by the semi-finals.

The rookie group sat down together, the cameraman adjusted the camera position, and the rough picture of the outdoors was transmitted to the live broadcast room where there were three or two kittens in the audience.

【What is this live broadcast】

[Company competition? 】

【Changhe, I seem to have heard of it】

【Perfume seller】

[Not perfume, but perfume packaging]

【Oh, it sells packaging】

[Graphic design! Graphic design! 】

After confirming the news with the backstage, the commentator took out the microphone and introduced the two participating teams to the backstage.

"Both of our teams have 24 wins and [-] losses in the audition. Hey, they actually met in the audition. It was the rookie group that won. It seems that the rookie group has an advantage in this game." The commentator looked at the record and sighed.

[The newcomer shooter beats the dog on behalf of the dog]

[What proxy fight? 】

[It's the shooter, who usually cooks super ghostly, but suddenly learns to play Gongsunli and is super godly, who would believe it? 】

[really suspicious]

[What about the random science popularization in front, the people in our department will not do it for you]

[The program department will take care of it, and then we will see who will take the round]

Before the game even started, the atmosphere between the few barrages was already tense.

The commentator could see the feedback from the background, and couldn't help but frown when he saw the barrage, and his eyes paused slightly on the young man in the seat of the newcomer group.

The young man lowered his head and was seriously adjusting the earphones. The scar on his brow was dazzling.

Looks like a little bastard.

The commentary is clear, he has been commentating in Internet cafes for so many years, and he has seen countless tricks, among which the most restless are these punks.

I don't have much ability, but I am more active in picking things.

He turned his head and made a silent note in his heart.

For this shooter, you don't need to pay too much attention during the game.

Both bans did not hesitate too much.

The rookie team took out the combination of Sun Celan and Chang'e, the bottom laner Li Yuanfang, and Sun Bin assisted.

On the other side is Lu Bu Shangguan Wan'er Lanling King Baili who kept the contract. Perhaps because he felt that the lineup was relatively fragile, he chose a symbolic assistant Zhang Fei.

"Xia Lan and Sun Ce are selected by the rookie group, and they should be playing Ueno and Wild Linkage." The commentator analyzed, "But on the other side... the selection is very random, there is no coordination at all, and it feels like a hero that is very convenient for individual play. .”

In fact, he had already said it a lot more euphemistically.

If you insist on talking from your heart, the opposite is to choose randomly.

What is Baili Jialan Tomb King?King Lanling can lose with 10 kills in the early stage, and Baili can lose with 15 kills in the early stage. Are you planning to make the opponent's economy come back from 2 behind?

After thinking about it, the explanation is [-]% clear.

This is clearly showing off on the face of the rookie group.

It is estimated that seeing the rookie group come up with Sun Celan's idea, the more serious the rookie group is, the more slack they will be, and they can win the game with their feet.

[The lineup on the opposite side looks like rank]

【Lottery selection method】

"The rookie team chose Li Yuanfang in order to improve the mid-term combat advantage, but Baili on the opposite side is really restrained in keeping the contract." The commentator analyzed.

[Restraint is tactful, just blow it up directly]

【This little short hand is getting cold】

[The first few hands on the opposite side were chosen very casually, but Baili kept the hand, which was obviously aimed at Li Yuanfang]

"Full stop." The game was not strictly controlled and there was no referee. Gan Bei, who was close, covered the headset and whispered, "You help Xia Weiyu more, he is not easy to fight, and they will definitely target him."

The full stop glanced at Li Yuanfang who was rushing towards the development road: "What are you afraid of, believe in Peak One."

Gan Bei frowned, and said very seriously: "It's a game, no yin and yang to blame your teammates."

The inexplicably scolded full stop: ...?

No, no one believes the truth anymore? ? ?

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