your glory my sniper

Ling Jibei was slightly stunned when he heard the words, and finally understood the depression in the other party's heart.

For the current YG team, Ye Xiyi is the most suitable candidate for the assault position, but at the same time, she is also the least suitable person.

One is love, the other is reason.

Yu Jianglan was in trouble.

Ling Jibei could tell that Brother Lan wanted to help him win the game and build up the team, not wanting his desperate bet to fail.So one month later, the World Championship in Seoul, as YG's debut event, is the most crucial match, and he must want to play well.

If Ye Xiyi could join, it would undoubtedly have the greatest chance of winning, but Yu Jianglan probably didn't know how to balance the relationship between everyone, so he fell into such a dilemma.

Brother Lan is like this, he is too entangled in everything, thinking about this, thinking about that, in the end he exhausts himself, but often things backfire.

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Ling Jibei helped Yu Jianglan tuck up the quilt, then went downstairs to buy medicine and a thermometer, and when he came back, he was completely asleep.

Yu Jianglan's drowsy appearance is quiet and beautiful, and the black eyelashes are long and dense, covering the lower eyelids like a small window, casting a circle of soft light, which suddenly reminded Ling Jibei of the time when he was in the Lijiang Old Town Inn. that night.

He also has this unguarded appearance, with his usual sharpness faded away, his soft skin is white and pink, which is very seductive.

Ling Jibei resisted his urge to fumble around, gently lifted Yu Jianglan's arm, and clamped the mercury end of the thermometer into his armpit.

"…Um?"

Sudden - a bit of coldness, poked at the sensitive armpit, Yu Jianglan grunted in a daze, struggled unconsciously, as if disgusted by the touch of this foreign body.

"The thermometer, Brother Lan, it's me." Ling Jibei said.

Yu Jianglan may have recognized the familiar voice, he calmed down and stopped moving, allowing the other party to press his arm and clamp the thermometer tightly.

"Brother Lan is so good." Ling Jibei coaxed him with a smile, regardless of whether the latter could hear him or not, he touched his face: "Baby, my Brother Lan is just a baby."

He fixedly stared at Yu Jianglan's face that was close at hand, and murmured in a low voice: "Do you know, when you are sick, you are pitiful and very cute, like a little rabbit."

"If you're always like this, it's fine..."

"Not so brave, so stubborn."

Yu Jianglan snorted again, as if agreeing.

"Ha, you agreed." Ling Jibei laughed childishly, and happily kissed the corner of his lips.

...

Counting the time, Ling Jibei didn't take out the thermometer until exactly 10 minutes.To the light—look, 38 degrees two.

Is 38 degrees two considered a high fever?

He typed up this question on Baidu, searched it, and came to the conclusion: it is not a high fever, but it needs to be physically cooled, drink more water, and wipe the body with alcohol to get faster results.

So Ling Jibei ran downstairs again, bought a bottle of alcohol, dipped it in a towel, and wiped Yu Jianglan's body according to the steps guided by Baidu.

First the armpits on both sides, then the palms and soles of the feet, and finally the groin, maybe it is more sensitive there, Yu Jianglan's body trembled slightly, and his legs bent uncomfortably.

The next second, the closed eyes narrowed, revealing half of the dim light, and blinked very slowly: "...you...what are you doing..."

"Wipe alcohol on you, how about it? Does it feel better? Where is it uncomfortable?" Ling Jibei didn't expect this physical cooling method to take effect so quickly, and he succeeded on the first attempt. He was very happy and didn't want Yu Jianglan to lift his The eyes are too difficult, and I squeeze my face into his eyelids. "It's me~"

Yu Jianglan looked at him in a daze for a while, then suddenly smiled - with a pale and tired look on his face. "Stomach hurts..." He said weakly: "...Can you rub it for me?"

"Okay." Ling Jibei put his hand on his lower abdomen and rubbed it gently: "Is it here?"

"Well," Yu Jianglan closed his eyes in comfort, and heaved a sigh of relief: "Thank you."

Ling Jibei burst out laughing, and couldn't help swearing: "Xie Nima, there is something wrong with you!"

The corners of Yu Jianglan's lips were also raised slightly, feeling Ling Jibei's hand drawing circles on his abdomen, and every effort was made very cautiously.

After pressing it for a minute, Yu Jianglan couldn't bear it anymore: "It doesn't hurt anymore, let's get into bed and sleep." Without waiting for Ling Jibei to say anything, he continued: "Set an alarm clock for 05:30 tomorrow morning. "

"05:30? What are you doing? Catch a flight?"

Yu Jianglan was still a little dizzy, and it took him a while to reply slowly: "...Live broadcast."

Ling Jibei—Listen: "What is the live broadcast in the underworld, broadcast at 05:30 in the morning?"

Yu Jianglan gently corrected: "Six o'clock."

"Six o'clock is not normal, is it!?"

It is broadcast for four hours from [-]:[-] am to [-]:[-] am every day.This was negotiated between Yu Jianglan and the live broadcast platform, because there are not so many people during this time period, so it can be broadcast more calmly.On the other hand, this time will not take up the training time of the team, and can leave a lot of time in the evening for review and analysis of training games.

Yu Jianglan went over this matter in his mind, but his current physical condition made him feel tired even opening his mouth, so he just replied dryly: "Normal."

Ling Jibei was silent in front of him for a long time, but still refused to follow him: "Can't you take a day off, what's wrong with your body..."

Yu Jianglan moved his lips, his voice was so weak that it was almost nothing: "...don't you go online, all the hot search previews are on it."

"For the money, the live broadcast is not worth your life? Brother Lan, in fact, I..."

"Cough...cough cough..." Yu Jianglan coughed twice, touched Ling Jibei's hand and held it: "Don't bother me, let me sleep, sleep will be fine..."

As he said that, he buried his face in the pillow, and the half of his eyebrows that were exposed were furrowed forbearance.

The room became quiet, only the sound of the breathing of the two people intertwined, and there was a little bit of ambiguity in the silence.

Ling Jibei changed into his pajamas, turned off the light and locked the door, then crawled into bed in the dark.

They have been covered with the same quilt, usually sleeping Ling Jibei will hang the whole body on Yu Jianglan, hook his waist with his legs, put his arms around his neck and shoulders, rub against him endlessly, follow him He is tired.At this time, Brother Lan would lower his head and kiss him with a smile.

But today there are not so many scenes, Ling Jibei lay obediently in his position, afraid that any disturbance would disturb Yu Jianglan's rest.

Can't sleep.

He slowly turned half of his body, facing Yu Jianglan, trying to distinguish the edges and corners of his face and the contours of his facial features through the indelible darkness.

I like it but dare not approach it.

At this time, Yu Jianglan's - hand fell on him lightly, took him into his arms - and let him stick to his chest: "Sleep, Lingling..."

The steadfastness and warmth that rushed to his face immediately wrapped around his limbs, and Ling Jibei had an inexplicable urge to cry, wrapped his arms around Yu Jianglan's waist, hugged him and nodded silently.

"Don't be afraid," Yu Jianglan lowered his head and kissed his forehead as usual, his voice was as soft as water: "Everything will be fine..."

—everything will be fine.

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作者有话要说：感谢在2021-05-0410:30:55~2021-05-0509:12:18期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the landmine: Atsushi Nakajima, one of soft's own fathers;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!