your glory my sniper

At the same time, in the physiotherapy room at the DLK King's Glory Base, Tangning was facing the most difficult problem in her career - why did Ling Jibei become "sick" again today! ! ?

Every time he got sick, he was very punctual, from [-]:[-] to [-]:[-] in the afternoon, which happened to be the team's troop training time.

There is probably only one reason, the replenishment is too boring, and the Ling team is too boring.

"My hand hurts, I can't bend it, once I bend it..."

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Ling Jibei demonstrated it to Tangning himself and concluded, "It hurts badly."

...

The game of Glory of Kings is indeed very taxing on the fingers. Many detailed micro-manipulations test the dexterity and speed of the fingers, especially the thumb.As a result, many members of the team had a thin layer of calluses on their hands, and even the phalanges were deformed.

However, this matter has nothing to do with Ling Jibei.

Ling Dui's hands were as well maintained as a little girl's, not to mention calluses, not even a trace of dry lines could be seen, and they were even more lustrous than Tangning's hands, which were rubbed with hand cream [-] times a day.

He was the most lazy professional player Tangning had ever seen. She couldn't even see what he had to do with the profession, and she didn't understand why the coach gave him the important position of captain.

Every time she came, he always looked like he was awake, his hair was disheveled and half covered his eyes, the whole team uniform was baggy to the shoulders, and he dragged a slipper all over the base for a stroll, carefree.

But it is such a person, but because of his natural good looks and uncommon cold white skin, he has nothing to do with words like sloppy and *simple, and can only be described as a handsome guy with a rough appearance.

Ling Jibei leaned lazily in the chair, with his hands resting on the table in front of Tangning. Under the light, his bones were clear and beautiful, and his nails were clean and beautiful.

Tangning gently massaged his hands, gently rubbing the joints of each of his fingers.

"Sister Ning's method is good, she is indeed a super-class physical therapist." Ling Dui seemed to enjoy it very much. Looking at the sunshine outside the window, he was fascinated by those peach blossom eyes with deep meaning, "I don't know which man will be cheaper in the future, really Makes people jealous."

Tangning's face was flushed, and she laughed and scolded Ling Jibei's star-like eyes, "Get lost! Stop talking to me!"

"Okay, I see you're fine, go back to training." The more Tangning pressed him, the more awkward she felt. Perhaps Ling Jibei didn't know that his eyes were naturally charming, and his eyelashes were dense and slightly curled up. people.That sense of substitution was so strong that even an older girl in her third year couldn't help but blush.

"Why am I alright?" Ling Jibei asked confidently, paused for a moment and continued to add: "I also seem to be a little mentally ill recently, and I suddenly feel that every day is the same anyway, and it doesn't matter if I live or die. Are you depressed? Why? Too much pressure? The players are disobedient? Or the coach scolded me? It’s all possible…”

Ling Jibei was counting the hours and thinking about it, when Tangning's cell phone rang suddenly.

"Hello? Brother Fan?" Tangning took over.

The volume of Tangning's phone calls was not low, and Fan Jie's voice was so loud that it almost came out: "Xiao Tang, I can't get through to Miss Hong on the phone, can you come to our base, we have a team member with a waist The injury has returned."

DLK has two physical therapists. Tang Ning is in charge of the King's Glory base, while Hong Jie is in charge of PUBG.

"Is it Yu Jianglan?" Tangning asked.

Ling Jibei was slightly stunned, his lips parted and hesitant to speak, he listened to Tangning's phone call.

"Yeah." There was a muffled answer over there, and there was a pause of two seconds, "He won't go to the hospital, so you can see how he can be treated conservatively."

"Is it serious, can you walk?"

"No, he said... he couldn't move, not at all."

"Well, I'm at the base in the West Region, let's go! You put a soft pillow under his waist and let him take some painkillers."

Fan Jie's face turned blue, looking at the pillow under Yu Jianglan's waist, and the painkillers scattered all over the floor by his bedside before he could unscrew the lid in time, his heart raised his throat.

Yu Jianglan is obsessive-compulsive, and if he doesn't twist the lid, it will definitely be in extreme pain.

"Jiang Lan, it will take half an hour for Xiao Tang to come." Fan Jie watched him stretch out his waist and abdomen stiffly, his fingers were digging into the mattress stiffly, all the muscles and bones of his body were twitching uncontrollably, his heart ached so much. "How about I call 120."

"Need not…"

Yu Jianglan tilted her head back, shaking her head with difficulty, her eyes were tightly closed, only her eyelashes trembling violently, that was already an expression of extreme patience.

Layers of cold sweat rolled down the side of his face, soaking his temples and black hair on his forehead.

Fan Jie couldn't bear it, so he went up to put his hand on one of his shoulders, and pressed it encouragingly, "When did it start to hurt?"

"... "

Yu Jianglan's Adam's apple swallowed with difficulty.

He took a breath from the pain and breathed intermittently, his lips turned white, and he pressed them stubbornly, not daring to relax, for fear that he would cry out in pain as soon as he relaxed.

The pain radiated from the lumbar spine, went upstream, and exploded in his brain in waves, his eyes were almost dimmed.

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On the other side, Tangning put down the phone and hurriedly packed up the physiotherapy equipment and medicine box.

"Yu Jianglan has a back injury?"

Ling Jibei asked while helping her tidy up.

"Ah."

"Is it serious?" He asked knowingly. He heard it clearly on the phone just now, and just wanted to hear her explain in detail.

"It's very serious. I had a block injection before the spring game. How long has it been, eh."

"Why haven't I heard of it..." It has been a year since Ling Jibei came to DLK. Although he and Yu Jianglan belong to the same club, the two branches are completely independent, except that they met once at the club's annual meeting last year. , had nothing to do with him.

That person Yu Jianglan seemed to be very arrogant, he passed him without even giving him a straight look.

The annual meeting was commercialized, the captains of the first team and the second team were arranged to toast, and there was a video recording, Yu Jianglan seemed very dissatisfied, drank a glass of white wine in front of everyone, and left the venue directly.

When he passed Ling Jibei, his beautiful side face was full of alcohol, with a hint of coldness, which also formed his first impression of Yu Jianglan.

Handsome enough, cold enough, spicy enough.