Only one kiss is allowed

Sheng Tang seldom gets along with Tangtang quietly. Although the cat "likes" him in action, he just comes over to sniff and rub, and then leaves.

Sheng Tang occasionally felt that he was just here to confirm whether the things on his site were still there.

He is not yet skilled in holding cats, but fortunately King Shan was in a good mood tonight, so Sheng Tang secretly carried him to the small yard behind the base.

He doesn't come here often, the last time he came here to watch the moon was because he couldn't sleep in the first battle, so he came down to watch Zhou Jianyuan worship God.

Tangtang was placed next to him by him, and he patiently stroked Mao with the palm of his hand.

Sheng Tang's bad impression of cats stems from his childhood.

He himself likes small furry animals, and he even raised small hamsters before.Later, in an accident, he was scratched severely by a black cat.

Sheng Tang can't remember exactly how he provoked that thing. The broken fragment in his memory is that he was sitting in the wilderness, next to the broken corner of the stele behind him, and the black cat was squatting in the grass in front of him, his eyes wide open. Luscious green.

Like two clusters of flames jumping up from hell.

The place where I was scratched was my right arm, half the width of my palm, and it was a burning pain.

Sheng Tang was only five years old at that time, or was it six years old?I can't remember, but it was the first time he thought he was going to die, after all, he heard that black cats would gnaw people's faces.

"Meow." Tangtang rubbed her head against his fingertips.

Sheng Tang was still taken aback by surprise, and only scratched his head when he came back to his senses: "Thank you."

After Tangtang finished rubbing, she proudly walked in with her short legs.

Probably because he disliked the cold outside and went to find his master.

Sheng Tang sat for a while, feeling ice on his fingertips, and was about to take a shower and sleep.

"The captain's health is fine, and I'll go back to the bench for the next game."

Someone was talking on the second floor, and he stopped on the first step.

"Xiao Qi, it's useless for you to escape like this." Song Xingyao persuaded in a low voice, "No professional player should have the idea of ​​​​resisting playing. This is the way in the e-sports circle. You are afraid of being scolded, so you should even more Play."

Sheng Tang was expressionless, thinking of the comments under today's official blog.

Wen Qi is not as good as Song Xingyao, Warme has zero effect in two games, relying on double C to turn the tide... Classic wins and scolds.

Sheng Tang remembered that he also had eccentricities after the first game, but not many, after all, he carried.

So what is the reason for Wen Qi?Is it to respect Song Xingyao and want to see the senior play a few more games?Or is there a gap in your heart when you see your rookie teammates shining brightly?

In fact, he has never understood how Wen Qi resisted so much, how did he embark on the path of playing professionally in the first place.

"I don't dare to play because I want to play the game." Wen Qi said with a sobbing voice.

Song Xingyao leaned over slightly: "What's the matter, can you tell me?"

"When I was in the First Division, do you remember that team..." Wen Qi said a name, "That team did not perform well and has been disbanded. The competition area was bought, and I was left behind."

Sheng Tang leaned against the wall, regurgitating the name several times in his mouth, but he still didn't remember it at all.

"The AD I partnered with at the time was Volley, a player who was bought by the European and American divisions. He said, 'Wen Qi, we have today, and we are inseparable from you. You don't have the talent to command'."

Wen Qi was the only commander in the team at the time, and he made all the key decisions, but every wave was fragmented.

He kept replaying, checking videos, and training, but he just couldn't win.

The players stopped trusting each other, the team disbanded, and he was in the dark until MIG contacted him.

"I think it is a great honor for me to join MIG, at least I can still be in this circle." Wen Qi choked up, "I don't want to be a short board or a hindrance, but my talent is limited... "

Sheng Tang lowered his eyes and left the stairs.

He returned to his position and looked at the updated ranking of the Hanbok.

Talent... For professional players, this is just the minimum standard for entering the circle.

If you want to reach the pinnacle in a field, talent alone is not enough, and you have to spend more to learn and practice.

"I thought you went to rest, are you still playing?" Arika said sleepily, "It's nice to be young."

Sheng Tang answered incongruously, took out his mobile phone and searched for Wen Qi's team, what is it called Sunset Lions, and it was established with investment from a local enterprise... like an Internet cafe team formed by throwing money at it.

In the team three years ago, Sheng Tang calculated that Wen Qi was only 15 years old at the time.

But at that time, the league didn't have strict age restrictions, let alone in the first division, there were a lot of fifteen and sixteen year olds.

The interface of the game is not the same as it is now. Sheng Tang watched the first game, and he has not even played that version, but the idea of ​​the game is the same.

After scribbling through a game at double speed, Sheng Tang put the phone back on the table.

Wen Qi really wasn't lying, a team whose food made his stomach sick.

Not long after he put it down, he searched out the AD of this team and took a look.

Not for anything else, just because of him saying that crazy "You don't have the talent to command", Sheng Tang wanted to see what kind of bear this thing is.

Can you tell if others have talent by playing such dishes?

Volley, what kind of Lions played before, and then moved to North America. In recent years, he has not signed a club. The face of the passerby, the record of the passerby, the passerby...Huang Xiang?

This person's name is Huang Xiang?

Sheng Tang narrowed his eyes slightly, feeling that the name was familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen it before.

He generally doesn't pay much attention to people's names, and those who can have an impression are either strong enough to be remembered by him, or weird enough.

Where have you seen it...

"Are you secretly looking at other ADs again?" asked suddenly from behind, causing Sheng Tang to straighten up in fright.

Pei Yu sat next door at some point, expressionless, as if she just greeted him in a bland manner.

Sitting on the chair was half an arm's distance away from him, probably because he glanced at the photo of the player on the phone when he came over.

Sheng Tang turned off his screen: "No, just random flipping."

After being quiet for a while, he couldn't help it again: "Pei Yu, do you feel any different when you team up with... the captain and Wen Qi to play the bot lane?"

"There are too few games, and the difference is not obvious." Pei Yu thought about it quietly, "But Wen Qi did a good job in many details."

Talents are notoriously picky, and players like Carpe are especially strict with supports.There is no need to say anything on the scene between the two, so Pei Yu said that Wen Qi was okay, so it was really okay.

In the two games against BVE, Wen Qi's performance was quite satisfactory except for the first wave of deliberately designed first-level regiments that went wrong.

It's not bright, but there's really nothing wrong with it.

Sheng Tang checked the schedule on the desktop again. There are still two MIG teams left in January, both of which did not make the playoffs last year, and the pressure is not too great.

Sheng Tang leaned back on his chair, thinking that this year's spring split is really friendly to MIG. After all, apart from BVE, the other four games can give them a chance to try and adapt.

It's just that from the second half of the season, it's the Shura field mode.

Wen Qi has not been in a good state for the past few days on vacation. It is estimated that he did not talk to Song Xingyao in private, but he is still the starter for the next two games.Sheng Tang probably guessed what the reason was, the team needed to cultivate a support who could take over Song Xingyao's class.

Half a month after coming to BVE, his handsome white hair has grown back. Looking at the newly sprouted hair roots, Sheng Tang began to consider whether to re-dye it or change it to another color.

In the Hanbok queue, he was checking Weibo when he had nothing to do. He was referring to the new hair color, but as he was doing it, he got caught up in the CP super chat between him and Xiaojiu.

Sheng Tang swore that he just wanted to see how the two good buddies could be destroyed out of curiosity.

The arrogant white-haired vampire majesty x the arrogant and handsome vampire hunter, (Jiutang CP mixed cut) You and I are old enemies, and it is a catastrophe to escape into the karma of reincarnation.

Fuck you.

[Flying Feather Syndrome] Jiutang Tongrenwen, when you confess your love to me, it is life-threatening.

Fuck you. Multiply by two.

Sheng Tang was overwhelmed and confused, he had heard of floaters before, what is fly feathers?Is there something wrong with the vitreous too?

Curiosity made him click in, and after reading two lines, his desire to survive was awakened.

Xiaojiu inside called him "Tangtang", damn it, he already wanted to beat someone up.

Just as she put down her phone, Pei Yu went downstairs with the cat in her arms.

His eyes were sleepy, his hair was disheveled, and he was stunned for a moment when he sat in his chair.

Why does the genius AD always look like he can't wake up?

Sheng Tang looked at him with his chin propped up. Tangtang was patiently pausing on Pei Yu's shoulder, licking his temples, like licking his younger brother's fur.

Pei Yu frowned slightly, with a lazy ending: "Stop licking, your tongue has thorns."

Tangtang couldn't stand his younger brother's resistance, and grabbed his fingertips in one bite. Pei Yu hissed lightly, but didn't move.

Sheng Tang propped his chin: "You really dote on it."

Pei Yu hummed, then lazily took out her phone: "Have you had dinner yet?"

"No..." Sheng Tang remembered that Swer said last night that he couldn't come today because of something, and let them solve it by themselves.

Pei Yu handed over her mobile phone, which contained the delivery software.

"By the way, help me order one."

Sheng Tang really didn't think ordering takeaway was easy, anyway, he wouldn't ask anyone to order for him.After all, taste, current mood, and quantity must be considered, and it is difficult to be satisfactory.

But Pei Yu gave it to him.

Sheng Tang poked at the screen for a while, then secretly raised his eyelids to look at Pei Yu.

Pei Yu was still a little drowsy at first, but most of it was lost in his vague eyes. He turned his face and looked quietly at the hesitating child who bit his lip slightly.

How could a little boy have such a cute habit of biting his lips?

Sheng Tang really didn't really want to eat takeaway, and couldn't figure out what Pei Yu wanted to eat, so he caught his eye when he sneaked another glance.

"Ah." Sheng Tang said.

"Huh?" Pei Yu asked.

"Let me cook the noodles." Sheng Tang pushed the phone back with one finger, "What do you want to see?"

Pei Yu's fingertips lightly landed on the button to return to the desktop, and her voice was very soft: "Order a piece of noodles cooked by Cling himself."

"..." Sheng Tang felt that this person was so frivolous, and it wasn't long after the two of them resolved their conflict, Pei Yu quickly returned to the specious and ambiguous stage before the confession.

But he is very spineless and can't stand it.

When he broke up at the beginning, he clearly wanted to be a scumbag, heartless, cruel and merciless.

After a short silence, Pei Yu lowered her eyes, as if she suddenly remembered the distance between them, and asked politely and cautiously: "Can I?"