Only one kiss is allowed

Sheng Tang's restless mood after losing the game was inexplicably resolved by Pei Yu's egg yolk cake.

He has been a very competitive person since he was a child. Losing a game can be depressing for a long time, let alone the meaningful time of the regular season.

In the early stage of the second game, he was calm, but when he saw that Arika was ambushed in the wild again, and he could only sacrifice development to delay the opponent's mid laner, he became a little impatient.

Anxious that he can't play an advantage, he can only watch his teammates fall.

Sheng Tang sighed, followed Arika when he went upstairs for a meeting, and gently tugged at the corner of his clothes.

Arika turns around.

"I'm sorry." Sheng Tang whispered.

"Ah," Arika seemed to have just realized it, and smiled, "It's okay, I didn't play well today."

Sheng Tang pursed his lips, his eyes fell on the handrail of the stairs next door.

"Divide the pot." Song Xingyao followed behind the two, "Then give me a share."

Arika's voice was a little depressed: "The captain didn't even play..."

"MIG doesn't split the pot, but if we insist on discussing who is wrong, then everyone has to admit their mistakes." Song Xingyao put his arm around Sheng Tang's shoulders, "We can't let our precious Nakano and the wild admit their mistakes."

Sheng Tang curled his lower lip absently, and let Song Xingyao lead him upstairs.

After the replay of the technical details in the game was over, the coach sighed softly looking at the sluggish team atmosphere: "Actually, I am prepared for you to lose anytime, anywhere, really."

Team games focus on the cooperation in the game and the collision of ideological decision-making, and it is definitely not possible to win by relying on personal strength alone.

"It's better than running in. There are so many teams that have old players who have cooperated for three or four years. They have to fight for newcomers. Others' signings have never been weaker than ours." The coach looked at Sheng Tang, "So we will lose the game. It's so normal."

Sheng Tang can understand what the coach wants to express, and let them not worry about winning or losing a game.

"You are all very capable players, but we are not yet considered a very capable team, so don't put yourself in a high position." The coach chuckled, "Okay, go back to training, and continue to make appointments for the training match tomorrow. "

After the person left, Song Xingyao stayed where he was, with his chin resting on one hand.

"These guys in our team all look like newcomers and kids." He sighed.

"Couldn't it be?" the coach smiled, "Zhou Jianyuan and Arika have only played for two years, and their qualifications are not much higher than Xiaotang's. Wen Qi has been in the professional circle for the longest time, but he has been on the bench for so long Xi, the only one who still looks like a senior is Xiaoyu, but he is not a conductor in N1."

What MIG lacks now is not a strong player, but a commander who can give signals to teammates and make decisions at critical moments.

In the past, the commander of MIG was Nakano. After the jungler left, only Swer was left.Song Xingyao also undertook the command for a period of time later, but the effect was not good, and then he focused on training Arika.

Arika can grasp the situation and the opponent's dynamics in the advantaged game with the wind, but it is difficult to make a sound in the disadvantaged game.

"Let's practice again." The coach looked at the questions written on the screen behind him, and suddenly narrowed his eyes, "I don't know why, but I think they are quite promising this year."

Sheng Tang could feel that the situation of his teammates was not quite right. In the past, this point was probably the busiest time in the base. Arika and Zhou Jianyuan could make a cross talk every time they came and went, but today the base was extremely quiet.

When the phone rang, Sheng Tang felt as if he had just woken up from a dream. He picked up the phone and went to the small garden to answer the call.

"Milk, you're crying after losing the game, right?" Brother Mu's voice was slightly smiling, "Is the time I called right? Did you catch up with your heartbreak?"

Sheng Tang couldn't help it a bit: "No, if I can't catch up, I won't be heartbroken."

Brother Mu let out a sigh: "It's quite backbone."

Sheng Tang snorted in a moderate manner, and sat on the steps to watch the night view of the backyard. January is coming to an end, and the howling cold wind has temporarily subsided a lot in recent days.

"Want to chat?" Brother Mu asked, "Since you joined the team, I have been waiting for you to call me and cry when you lose. Good guy has won four consecutive victories. If you lose tonight, I have to give it to you personally." You hit."

Sheng Tang touched the tip of his nose: "I was busy with training before."

"Hey, busy, yes." Brother Mu immediately answered, "Then do you want me to hang up now and let you continue to work?"

Sheng Tang quietly said no.

He is not in a good condition now, and he really needs someone to enlighten him. Brother Mu made this call just right.

"The biggest problem with your team right now is that you don't have the same heart." Brother Mu sighed, "I've studied it before, and Zhou Jianyuan's strength is not mediocre at all, and he is still the number one among the domestic top laners in our competition area. , it’s just that he’s a bit used to sacrificing for the team.”

This was especially evident last season. In order to take care of the middle and lower lines, Zhou Jianyuan played the anti-pressure position for a whole year.

"The core of the previous two seasons' version was mid-lower. When the version changed at the end of last summer, the official meant to shift the focus of strategy. This is the main reason why you can win consecutively at the beginning of this spring split." Brother Mu told He slowly analyzed the impact of the version changes on the game.

Sheng Tang's eyes looked up at the moon hanging high, and his mind was extremely calm.

So calm that Pei Yu didn't even notice when she was sitting next to him with the cat in her arms.

"If I'm not mistaken, MIG should lack a position to hold the right to speak. Xiaotang, I always thought you had the ability to take this responsibility."

Sheng Tang paused for a while, a fluffy cat's tail rested on his hand, and he seemed to return to his place: "Ah!"

"Huh?" Brother Mu was taken aback by his voice, "What's wrong? Did you fall into a pit?"

"No..." Sheng Tang turned his head, Pei Yu's hand was raised high, Tangtang was lying on his chest, wanting to scratch the egg yolk blanket in his hand eagerly.

Pei Yu tapped the tip of the little hairball's nose with the tip of his index finger, and lowered his voice: "It's not for you."

"Okay, I've talked to you so much and you already know something, so I won't talk about anything else." Brother Mu smiled slightly, "Don't be unhappy about losing the game, and don't worry about those public opinions. Remember that your brother watched And you."

"Okay, thank you brother." Sheng Tang slightly bent his eyes and hung up the phone.

Pei Yu looked helplessly at the still struggling in his arms, trying to snatch his felt kitten: "This is your own fur, what's there to snatch."

"Meow..." Tangtang was persistent, and even took a bite of Pei Yu and pressed his index finger.

Sheng Tang was amused by Pei Yu's pain, and stretched out his hand to hug the kitten gently: "Quick, let me touch it, I've missed your little belly for a long time."

Tangtang reluctantly lay down in Shengtang's arms and let him rub her belly.

Pei Yu was a little unhappy: "Why doesn't he bite you?"

I still have two holes on my index finger.

"Maybe it's because it likes me." Sheng Tang hugged Tangtang's ear.

Before he came to MIG, he never imagined that one day he could live in such harmony with cats.

Pei Yu raised her eyebrows, and reached out to hand the finished wool felt to Sheng Tang: "Then, please sign for the express delivery?"

While in the car, Sheng Tang saw the general appearance of this hairy dumpling...it wasn't so realistic, if Pei Yu hadn't said it was an egg yolk cake, he wouldn't have guessed what it was at all.

Sure enough, the finished product is also hard to describe.

But it is very round, a really standard circle.

He took it lightly and rolled it twice in his hand, the felt ball was quite light.

"No wonder Tangtang wants it." Sheng Tang squeezed it with his fingertips.

"You can't give it." Pei Yu said, "It has a lot of toys."

Sheng Tang tasted a hint of vinegar, and he looked at Pei Yu's hand along Tangtang's tail.

"Why do you have such hobbies?"

Pei Yu turned her head and thought about it seriously for a while: "In N1 before, when you lose a game, you will be under a lot of pressure, so you will want to find something else to distract your attention."

Sheng Tang scratched Tangtang's chin with his fingertips, and looked down as if he could hear the purring of a kitten.

"Rye knows how to knit a sweater. At first he tried to pull me into knitting, but he only knits sleeves." Pei Yu compared the length, "It was so long that it took a dozen balls of wool."

In order to commemorate the stupid things done by their team leader, everyone in N1 also took a group photo of five people standing in a row holding the blue long sleeve.

"This is how unhealthy wind and evil spirits are worn."

"You can also knit sweaters?" Sheng Tang asked.

"No." Pei Yu raised his hand to gently support his chin, the slightly cold moonlight reflected in his pupils, giving Sheng Tang an illusion of coldness.Pei Yu's face really has the effect of extinguishing fire after looking at it for a long time.

"I'm a ball of wool." Pei Yu continued.

Sheng Tang was stunned.

"Brother Lang's habit is to unravel balls of wool." He added.

Sheng Tang: ...Your division of labor in N1 is quite clear. Did the other two work on sweater needles?

"However, I didn't lose much in the end, and I had less time to cultivate my hobbies." Recently, I was interested in making felts because I didn't play well in the training game some time ago.

Sheng Tang carefully recalled the games that Pei Yu lost last year, the runner-up in the Spring Split, the champion in the Summer Split, the runner-up in the World Championship... and only lost two important BO5 games.

But both are crucial games.

The feeling of losing the championship and runner-up must be different from the usual loss. Pei Yu's current state of calm is definitely not the state at that time.

Last year's N1 was indeed a bit of a blast. From the mid-range team, they climbed all the way. Although they did not win the championship in the end, many fans still thought that this team had a "future", and they waited for the runner-up five to adjust their status next year. war.

But Pei Yu left N1 against the wishes of the fans, and the expectations for him at the beginning will inevitably change.It is said that Pei Yu has played out his worth, decided to make money, left N1 ungratefully, and was willing to go to the downstream team to bury himself.

Sheng Tang thought that after four consecutive victories, this kind of stupid talk would be self-defeating, but he didn't expect to make a comeback just after losing one game.

In terms of pressure, Pei Yu was actually greater than anyone in MIG.

"Why are you staring at me like this?" Pei Yu lowered her right hand to her side, leaning closer to Sheng Tang's direction, "I sent you a blanket, thank you very much?"

"...Ah." Sheng Tang came back to his senses and responded.

"Then I can use felt in exchange..." Pei Yu looked into his eyes with slightly drooping eyelashes.

Only then did Sheng Tang see a small ray of darkness hidden in the depths of his eyes.

Carpe couldn't care less, he was obviously unhappy, but he didn't show it.

Pei Yu stuck very close, her voice was a bit lonely: "Can you give me a hug?"