He doesn't want to make green tea

Zhang Yu looked back, and found that Luo Wei was looking in his direction, but when they looked at each other, he turned his face back, and he said absent-mindedly: "You can say whatever you want."

Lian Yuanqing felt perfunctory, and cut his voice: "Is it because Luo Wei won't let you talk to me again?"

Zhang Yu switched the phone to the other ear: "No, it's us who are going to play a practice match."

Lian Yuanqing said again: "I've watched your games too. You played a little less and didn't have much footage."

Luo Wei also came out of the room at this time, and after hearing the two exchanged a few words, he signaled Zhang Yu to turn on the receiver.

Zhang Yu looked at Luo Wei, and didn't understand what this man wanted to do, so Luo Wei moved closer. The roof was already crowded, and the two were shoulder to shoulder, Zhang Yu felt a little nervous for no reason.

"I want to hear the grades too, is that okay?" Lowe spoke first.

Such a gentle question from the other party made Zhang Yu stunned, unable to say no, so he nodded.

Lian Yuanqing also heard someone approaching, guessed it was Luo Wei, and said in retaliation: "Lo Wei took the No. 20 test in our class, and he was the worst among the three of us."

Zhang Yu:"……"

Looking at Luo Wei's expression, there was no reaction.

Luo Wei really doesn’t study much at ordinary times. There are 45 students in the class, and it’s not bad to be able to pass the exam. Luo Wei’s family is rich and has many hobbies. Worrying about the way out, Zhang Yu understands that different people have different choices.

In order to avoid the comparison between Luo Wei's grades and Lian Yuanqing's grades, he hurriedly asked again: "How much did I take?"

Lian Yuanqing was a little noisy there, and he didn't know where he was, so he told Zhang Yu after a while: "You are No.10."

Zhang Yu's grades were able to maintain, all because of his previous life background, he finally asked about Lian Yuanqing's grades: "Where did you rank in the exam?"

This time Lian Yuanqing laughed, and it came through the receiver, very crisp: "Guess?"

Lian Yuanqing's grades are usually in the middle, but this time he studied very seriously, Zhang Yu cooperatively guessed a little ahead: "Fifteen?"

"Ranked sixth."

The other side didn't want to show off anymore, so they told Zhang Yu directly, but the two people on the other end of the phone were stunned.

sixth?Lian Yuanqing actually got No.6 in the exam?

Even Lowe, who is usually the calmest, was surprised.

In the eyes of everyone in the past, Lian Yuanqing would have no future, maybe he became completely silent in the day after day of depravity, and became a gangster, or when he grew up, because there was not much tenderness in his life, he became a A violent scum like his father.

If this matter is told, others may not believe it, but he actually passed No.6 in the exam.

"Didn't expect that, I'll make a dish to celebrate when you come back... You said that I am so talented in learning, can I overthrow the richest man in the future?"

Zhang Yu glanced at Luo Wei next to him, who sneered, as if he thought Lian Yuanqing was naive, Zhang Yu: "Have you learned how to cook yet? What have you learned to do?"

Lian Yuanqing: "I learned from the simplest, I can cook hot pot, eat hot pot, right?"

"It's amazing." Luo Wei said, "Before you said, I didn't know that cooking hot pot needs to be learned."

The three talked for a while, and Lian Yuanqing was called away, saying that he wanted to report the good news with all his friends, and Zhang Yu and Luo Wei went to practice the battle together.

"For a rhythm player like Xu Xian, the best way is to disrupt his rhythm. In the early stage, he will clear the line as soon as possible, and then go to other positions to develop."

Zhang Yu originally sat on the edge of the bed, and Luo Wei sat on the carpet, but maybe this position was too long, and he was a little tired, so Luo Wei lay down at the end of the bed with him.

Zhang Yu thought for a while before saying: "Let's wait for the second level in their wild area."

After planning the route, he turned to ask Luo Wei if he had listened, but he saw that the man's gaze was not on the phone, but on Zhang Yu's face.

Zhang Yu subconsciously wanted to touch his scar at first, but realized later that the scar had long since disappeared, so he put his hand next to his nose: "What's wrong?"

Luo Wei smiled at him again, which was different from the usual sneer, it was a very quiet smile, even a bit beautiful, which made Zhang Yu stunned, and the other party didn't open his mouth, as if he just wanted to see Zhang Yu.

Normally, Zhang Yu would definitely feel that Luo Wei wanted to speak ill of him, but at this moment, with the atmosphere and distance, Luo Wei suddenly turned his head like this, and Zhang Yu moved his face away a little unable to adapt.

But Luo Wei seemed to be just looking at it casually, and soon looked down at Zhang Yu's mobile phone. His slender fingers tapped the screen twice, and the villain on the screen walked back and forth.

Zhang Yu talked about the next plan in a daze, and he didn't know if Luo Wei understood it, nor did he know what he said.

Coming out of the bathroom after taking a shower, Zhang Yu saw that the man was lying on the bed alone, shaking his calf, still studying, so he asked:

"Did you understand everything just now? How do you feel?"

Anyway, Lowe seems to really want to win. Based on Zhang Yu's understanding of this person, Lowe must really hope to get a good result.

In fact, Zhang Yu himself is not very interested in this kind of competition. If there is no Luo Wei, if he is still the old Zhang Yu, he will not want to fight for many things, whether it is a performance at the parent meeting or an e-sports competition. Painting is not that important to him.

Perhaps too much belief that his life will not lead to happiness, he thinks these things are useless.

But in the process of completing Party A's mission, Zhang Yu himself changed a lot.

"I don't know if I can do well." When Zhang Yu sat on the side of the bed, Luo Wei suddenly took his towel, which startled Zhang Yu.

Seeing him like this, the other party was taken aback for a moment before explaining, "I'll wipe your hair."

Zhang Yu let go in embarrassment, and was even more surprised that Luo Wei said this. It sounded like a ghost story. The possibility of Luo Wei wiping his hair was less than pulling his head off.

The high level of concentration made his whole head a little sensitive/sensitive. Feeling the warmth and gentleness of Luo Wei's fingers, he rubbed it twice through the towel, and only removed the towel when it was almost dry.

Zhang Yu had a lot of hair, and it was soft and shiny. Luo Wei ran his fingers through the hair, and he felt that the back of the person in front of him became more rigid, and his back was straight.

Zhang Yu changed the subject again: "Why don't we know if we can do it well? Didn't we plan a lot?"

Where Zhang Yu couldn't see, Luo Wei didn't show any expression. He was always able to see through Zhang Yu's little mood. The more nervous this person was, the more he liked to change the subject.

His hair was dry, but without leaving his hands, he began to help Zhang Yu tidy up his hair with his fingers, smoothing out the messy strands one by one.

This process was a bit long, Zhang Yu felt his neck itchy because of nervousness, Luo Wei was talking, but Zhang Yu's attention was all attracted by those hands.

The gentle and restrained movement does not make people feel uncomfortable, but very comfortable. The more the attention is focused on the head, the clearer the feeling.

"I have rarely been able to do anything well, from childhood to adulthood."

Zhang Yu's scalp was numb. He remembered that Luo Wei said similar things more than once, saying that he couldn't do anything well, but he didn't explain the reason to Zhang Yu in detail.

"I'm still here." Zhang Yu turned to comfort him. The two were relatively close to each other. Luo Wei was kneeling on the bed, just a little taller than him. Zhang Yu looked up at this man, "We will definitely win."

Lowe paused for a moment before humming.

He has also participated in many competitions before. Although he is not particularly nervous before the competition, he actually does not have a strong belief that he will win.

Luo Wei's life has not always been smooth and smooth. Perhaps as others have said, the hardest time in this life is reincarnation. Except for reincarnation, he can't do everything well like Zhang Yu, so he doesn't have much for himself. confidence.

But these few times with Zhang Yu by his side, it seemed that as long as he saw this person, his heart would feel at ease.

Zhang Yu has plans for everything and can do everything well.

Maybe many people around Zhang Yu have the same feeling, but Luo Wei never said it, but he firmly believes that no matter how powerful the opponent is, as long as there is this person by his side, everything will be fine.

It was different from the environment in my hometown. There was only one double bed in the room, and the two of them slept together. Zhang Yu was afraid that he would be dishonest when he slept at night. If he threw his hands or legs, he might be beaten. Stay away from Luo Wei, but I don't know what happened. When I woke up, the two of them were next to each other in the morning. There was no excessive posture, just holding hands.

But when he thought of Luo Wei's bad temper every time he got up, Zhang Yu's heart beat a little faster. It didn't matter if he took out his hand, or if he didn't take it out, he just stood there for 10 minutes.

Seeing that it was almost time for the alarm clock, the people around him finally heard something.

Zhang Yu thought that with Luo Wei's personality, when he got up, he would move a lot and be very irritable.

But the face twenty centimeters away was just very peaceful, slowly opened his eyes, his eyes were dark, maybe because he just woke up, his eyes were a little confused.

Luo Wei looked very quiet, as if he didn't react to anything.

After a minute or two, Zhang Yu took out his other hand and shook it in front of his eyes, the man blinked again, and let go of the other hand that was holding Zhang Yu: "What time is it?"

Lowe quietly retracted his hands under his blanket, pretending that nothing happened, and then asked Zhang Yu with his eyes.

Zhang Yu felt that this person seemed to be on the wrong mode when he got up, and he seemed a little obedient.

"It's time to get up, the alarm clock will go off soon."

Luo Wei didn't get up in a hurry, closed his eyes for a while, and then exposed two arms from under the quilt, stretched his waist, and only showed his white arms.

Zhang Yu looked at him inexplicably and wanted to laugh. Since last night, he had expected many times whether Luo Wei would lose his temper when he snatched all the quilts in the morning, but the situation at this time was completely different.

He went to the side of the suitcase to put on his clothes first, and after a while he found that Luo Wei was standing behind him, looking down at him looking for clothes.

Zhang Yu turned around suspiciously, feeling that the other party was a clingy child who came to make trouble: "What's the matter? Don't you change your clothes?"

"I want to wear yours, with some luck."

Lowe said seriously.

Zhang Yu was silent for a while. In his impression, Luo Wei didn't have a cleanliness fetish, but he cared about the distance from others. Wearing other people's clothes would never happen.

But since the other party had brought it up, Zhang Yu had no choice but to drag out a coat from the suitcase.

"I wore this one two days ago, but it was washed and clean."

They have been competing here for several days, and Zhang Yu has brought a total of three sets of clothes, which have already been washed for a round.

He was afraid that Luo Wei would mind, so he explained something specially, but the other party rubbed the hair on the back of his head, took it casually, thanked Zhang Yu, put the clothes on the bed, and went to the bathroom to wash.

When Zhang Yu also finished washing and came out of the bathroom, Luo Wei had already finished changing, and was lazily leaning on the bedside to play with his mobile phone.

He was wearing Zhang Yu's clothes.

The clothes usually look obedient and cold when they are on Zhang Yu's body, but they have a completely different style when they are on Luo Wei's body. This person has wider shoulders, and his behavior is more casual, with a different kind of ruffian.

"Does it still fit?" Zhang Yu asked him.

Luo Wei didn't answer him, but put down his phone, jumped up from the bed, and showed Zhang Yu a circle: "Do you feel lucky?"

Zhang Yu didn't know what luck this person was talking about, but somehow felt that Luo Wei was in a good mood, and agreed, "Of course, I will definitely win today."

The live broadcast room where the players enter is usually the quietest. Because there is no competition, many players can't see their faces clearly, and there are few people squatting. Occasionally, some popular players enter the arena, and they will float past the barrage.

Xu Xian was the first climax of the barrage. As soon as it appeared on the big screen, many passers-by commented: "Yesterday's xx was played by this person, right?"

"It's him, Xu Xian."

"It's so good, his mid laner is too good, he can kill four times in this kind of battle."

"No way, the economy is high, the damage is high, and the operation is flexible. Who can kill him? I think this is the FMVP of this year. There is no one stronger than him."

"Is he playing against that popular player today? I remember his name is Lowe?"

"There is no one in Luo Wei's group who can fight. Xu Xian has stabilized today."