your glory my sniper

Are you so nice to everyone?

Ling Jibei gave him the answer without thinking: No.

When he said this, he turned his back to Yu Jianglan, with a firm tone and sonorous words, and he closed the door and left without waiting for the latter to say anything more.

At that moment, Ling Jibei felt that he was extremely handsome, and vaguely felt that golden light was shining blingblingly behind him.The indifferent tone of the cloud and the wind, and the gestures when he left the field in a cool manner, he couldn't help thinking about it for a long time after returning to the base, and was fascinated by his performance at that time.

This should be considered a modest confession...

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The club had no training arrangements in the morning. When Ling Jibei returned, he happened to catch up with the three members of the team who were exercising in the gym together.

Qin Dong, Du Nan, Jiang Chengxi, Ling Jibei.

South-east and north-west.

The four of them are natural partners just by looking at their names, and they are called the F4 professional team of Glory of Kings.

But generally speaking, in a team, if there are a few people who have a particularly good relationship, there will always be someone who doesn't fit in, and Ling Jibei's team is no exception.

Ling Jibei didn't change his clothes, he walked directly to a treadmill, adjusted his pace slowly, and started walking.Then he raised his eyes and looked around the gym, and asked everyone: Where is Brother Chen?

Zhang Chen, that is, the out-of-fit fifth player, the team's mid laner, and the cold field master, as long as he is around, everyone's atmosphere will always be weird.

"He, he didn't get up, the live broadcast last night." Du Nan ran panting, without raising his head.

Qin Dong was sitting on the side playing with his mobile phone to sweat, and couldn't help interjecting, "He seems to be dating a rich woman in the live broadcast room recently, and there were several public screen gifts last night, probably worth as little as [-] yuan, tsk tsk tsk. "

"Is he going to quietly befriend the rich woman, and then surprise all of us?" Jiang Chengxi also teased.

"You guys are almost done, are you bullying them again while I'm not here?" Ling Jibei glanced at them with a slightly serious face, "Brother Chen is a shy person, why do you usually ask him and take him for some, after all... "

"Pull it down, you can pull it down quickly, and help him talk? Do you know what people say about you behind your back?" Qin Dong interrupted him directly, and said loudly, "The most unbearable thing is you, a captain who thinks all day long Not in the game."

Ling Jibei smiled, "That's right."

"It is said that you are serious about individualism, and that you are not smart enough to start a group. It is he who suppresses the middle lane, and someone secretly carry, and you will steal the limelight!" Qin Dong said angrily.

"He is the number one mid laner in KPL, he can hit nine in one hit, and he can kill himself when he goes crazy hahaha...cough!" Jiang Chengxi sang along again, and the laughter stopped abruptly before it spread out, embarrassingly After coughing, I saw Zhang Chen standing at the door.

Sure enough, the atmosphere suddenly seemed to be covered with a layer of frost, which was terribly cold.

Zhang Chen probably heard everyone talking about him, but he still walked in calmly, came to the treadmill next to Ling Jibei, adjusted the speed, and trotted along.

Qin Dong and Jiang Chengxi have a good relationship, they looked at each other, and tilted their heads tacitly towards the door.

"Captain, we have run enough today, let's go."

Du Nan saw that the atmosphere was so embarrassing, even though he hadn't finished running yet, he quickly turned off the treadmill, grabbed his coat and water, and followed the pace of the two, "I'm also full!"

In the huge gym, only Ling Jibei and Zhang Chen were left.

"This version, like Pangu and Zhu Bajie, who have both output and candid junglers, is pretty good." Zhang Chen suddenly said, although he was running, he spoke in a steady manner. "What does the captain think?"

Ling Jibei smiled, "You want me to be a blue-collar jungler?"

The team has always been a "wild core" style of play, that is, Ling Jibei's jungle position is the core, and he is good at high-explosive heroes, so that he can eat a lot of gold in the early stage, and after rapid development, he can act as the C position in team battles. Play high damage while taking rhythm.

The so-called "blue-collar wilderness" means that the wilderness acts as a "tool man" and gives the buffs of the two wilderness areas to the mid laner and the adc for development, which is also called soil-eating jungler.

"That's right." Zhang Chen replied with certainty, "Wild cores rely on cooperation. Once you are out of touch, we will be powerless in our fights. In the last few training games, your state has declined too much. How many games have we played? You shouldn't have lost, you've seen the replay..."

"I was..."

"You're not serious," Zhang Chen said as he stopped the treadmill, and after standing still, he turned his face to look at Ling Jibei, "I know, but if the winning or losing of every game depends on your state and mood ,I do not want to."

Ling Jibei's Adam's apple twitched, and he remained silent. What Zhang Chen said was right, he was indeed very emotional during the game.

"Think about it, I will mention this to the coach." Zhang Chen continued to run before finishing his sentence.

...

Walking out of the gym, within a few steps, Ling Jibei really thought about Zhang Chen's proposal seriously, and also briefly reflected on his attitude.

But when he passed the club's pantry, he suddenly remembered Yu Jianglan's words: I like cooking by myself, it tastes like home.

Ling Jibei was fascinated by ghosts for a while, and he got into it as soon as his head got hot.

The innermost part of the pantry is a small kitchen. There are many ingredients on the shelves, and there is half a pumpkin next to the cutting board on the counter.

Let's make porridge.

Ling Jibei stared at his eyes and thought for a while, then paced in the kitchen.He found a few mushrooms from a plastic bag on the shelf, and when he was looking for a pot, he saw a small jar of dried red dates in the corner.

He sniffed it specially, and it didn't smell rotten, so it shouldn't be bad.

Then start to wash the ingredients, wash the rice, and cook the porridge.

Finally, I put the cooked porridge in the thermos bucket, fastened the lid firmly, and admired it for a while before driving to the hospital.