What's the use of a good-looking assistant [e-sports]

The venue of the World Championship is Sentamonica in Los Angeles, which is a well-known resort. LCS officials have held events here for a long time, so this time the players who came to the competition were not in a hurry. They chose a suitable resort hotel for the players to prepare for the game.

The weather in the competition venue is similar to that in Beijing in October, so you can go out just by putting on an expedition jacket.

Jiang Ye woke up earlier than Xie Qimian due to jet lag. When he got up, he carefully released Xie Qimian from his arms, retracted the hands around his waist, propped up his chin and quietly looked at Xie Ximian's sleeping face, and lightly touched the black eyes under his eyes with his fingers. green.

No one has a good time during the preparation period. They find teams to play training games one by one, replay after the replay, and then play again after the replay. To spare a little time, I also need to watch the videos of other teams in the competition area and research new information. The lineup, there is no day that I do not fall asleep with exhaustion.

Xie Qimian is white, with obvious superficial veins on the eyelids when he is asleep, like a fragile porcelain doll that has been carefully cared for, but not weak, opening his eyes like a little fox, lazily understanding the world.

Jiang Ye touched the side of Xie Ximian's cheek with his index finger and shaved. He sat on the bedside and watched the Rank videos of LCK's ADs until Xie Ximian woke up.

Xie Qimian turned sideways, rubbing the pillow to Jiang Ye's leg: "I'm awake..."

Jiang Ye put down the tablet and rubbed his head: "Wake up."

"What time is it?" Xie Ximian asked with her eyes closed.

"Nine o'clock in the morning, are you hungry? Would you like to order food?" Jiang Ye asked.

Xie Qiluan put his legs on his knees, rolled his whole body into a hot shrimp roll, and shook his head: "I don't have porridge, I don't have steamed buns, I don't have soy milk, I don't have diced radish fried by my aunt, I don't think about it."

Jiang Ye chuckled: "Then you sleep a little longer, I'll go to the kitchen to cook a pot of porridge for you, and then make scrambled eggs, it should be fine."

"No." Xie Ximian stretched his waist, "The room is so comfortable, don't go out, wait for Ou Xiaodian to remind you."

He climbed onto Jiang Ye, pushed his legs and sat in the middle, leaning on Jiang Ye's chest, and asked, "What are you looking at?"

"I'm watching Hanst's Rank video." Jiang Ye bowed down, resting his chin on Xie Qimian's shoulder, and put the tablet in front of him around his waist, "Before I entered MST, when I climbed the Hanbok ladder, I often ran into him. "

The two teams of the LPL do not need to participate in the play-in competition. They just wait for tomorrow to be grouped to determine their opponents, and then to qualify for the group stage. Therefore, the seeded teams in each competition area are hot spots for attention and analysis.

Xie Ximian asked: "I've studied him a lot during this time, what do you think?"

"Overall, it's okay, but if it's online, it's not as difficult as 2UTen's nagging." Jiang Ye said, "But he's pretty good, and he can also be a commander when playing AD."

Xie Ximian patted his cheek with his backhand: "You are better than him, you must have confidence."

"Of course I'm better than him," Jiang Ye said while pulling the progress bar, "He has a lot of breakthroughs in the game. As long as I seize a wave of opportunities, he won't even think about developing."

"Ain's assistant, Nicky, joined the team the year before last. In the first year, he got along well with Hanst. In the second year, he practiced enough. After the qualitative change, the bot lane will become stronger." Xie Ximian said, "Ain must be strong. But on the court, facing different opponents, it’s not necessarily the case.”

Jiang Ye let out a "hmm".

"There is no protection for novices in the World Championship," he said slowly, "In the previous group stage, I don't have any requirements for you. We can even lose a round or two, as long as we can steadily qualify. The most important thing you need to do is It is to adjust the competitive state. The style of play in other competition regions is not the same as that of LPL. You need to adapt and adapt to the situation. You will feel it when the game starts next week. Basically, there is one version per day. There is no time to study it thoroughly. Take it out and play."

Jiang Ye: "Okay, captain."

Xie Ximian paused, turned over and lay on top of him: "I've been preaching a lot these days, and that's all I said. I forgot I just got up."

"It's okay, I like to listen to you." Jiang Ye kissed him on the top of the head, with a serious and innocent appearance, which would stir up waves in anyone's heart.

Xie Ximian raised his eyes and twitched his brows slightly: "Do you just like to hear me say these things?"

The ambiguous air rose, and Jiang Ye made him look at his throat tight. He rolled his Adam's apple up and down unconsciously, and said in a hoarse voice, "I like everything about you. So do my boyfriend, so do the assistants, and so do the captain."

Xie Ximian's eyes wandered along his bones, and then he looked down at his own hands, slowly supported his waist and sat up, and pressed him down a little bit: "Then next time, I will tell you something different." ,OK?"

Jiang Ye raised his head, feeling that Xie Qimian had poured water all over his body, and the fiery breath was accumulated in his chest, making it difficult to express.

"Say... say what?."

"Say something that only you in the world can hear," Xie Qimian kissed his lips, and when he left, his breath brushed the side of his neck, wrapping all the dry and hot air around his ears, he lowered his voice, crisp It tickled into Jiang Ye's heart, "Jiang Ye, come back with the championship trophy."

Jiang Ye held his breath, and let out a deep "OK" from his throat.

"Win it back, and I'll fuck you."

The group stage is grouped on the weekend of the first week. MST has the same African blood. No matter how many times they go to the World Championships, they will be signed. They will be grouped with the No. [-] seed DID of the LCS and the No. [-] seed BBQ of the LCK. , the No. [-] seed Ain of the LCK, and the God of War MOT in the play-in match.

The two teams that went out were drawn into the death group, and the domestic audience wailed for a while, and even began to sing bad news, saying that they could swim back early.

The top two teams in the group stage will enter the quarter-finals. What MST has to do is to get the top two points in the group first.

The wild-card team that accompanied them was the best option to harvest points. Xie Ximian also boldly asked the team to come up with a new lineup. Although some lineups were not satisfactory, they won by bumps and bumps.

After a week of the group stage, MST only lost a small game to DID, and immediately adjusted their state on the third day, fought against DID again, and regained a victory.

Xie Ximian pressed a pause gesture in the interview room, and Jiang Ye immediately passed the water glass over again. He coughed a few times after drinking, sat back on the chair, and nodded to the editor, indicating that he could continue.

I don't know if it's because the weather in Santa Monica is so good, but the players are getting carried away. Not only Xie Ximian, but also wild card teams and LCK teams have sick players.

After the interview, Jiang Ye quickly walked over to him, held his hand, and said in an uncompromising tone, "Go back and rest, and I will help you with other official matters."

Xie Qimian didn't show his strength either, he nodded halfway and coughed a few times, and after getting on the elevator and drinking water, he said, "I'm fine, I should be fine in another day."

"Okay." Jiang Ye kept sending him back to his room, adjusted the temperature of the air conditioner, and watched him lie down before saying, "I'll go back to the arena, you go to sleep first, and I'll borrow a bowl of porridge from the kitchen for you when I'm done."

Xie Ximian blinked, stretched out his hand from under the quilt, and said, "White porridge is fine, add a piece of ginger and some salt."

"Okay." Jiang Ye squatted down, trying to get closer, but was blocked by Xie Qimian, "Don't lean over, you can't get sick again."

Jiang Ye squeezed his hand: "It's okay, I'm very healthy." He pressed his forehead to his nose, "Get better soon."

"The sicker I get, the better I play. Didn't you see just now that the mid laner teamfight ate two hooks from me." Xie Ximian chuckled, and after only a few laughs, he pushed him away, coughed on his neck, sat up and took another two gulps Wen Shui leaned against the head of the bed and suddenly fell silent. After a long while, he muttered to himself, "Everyone says the food here is not good, and the dry ones make people angry."

Jiang Ye wiped the sweat from his forehead: "Idiot, stop talking, lie down and sleep well."

Xie Qimian pursed his lips, lay down again, and looked at him with piercing eyes, without so much confidence in his eyes.

Jiang Ye hugged him across the quilt: "Don't be afraid, even if you are sick, it is the worst."

"I'm really useless," Xie Ximian whispered in the crescent of his neck, "No one else is sick, only me."

Jiang Ye patted the quilt and said, "Whoever said that others are not sick, isn't it true that there are also several teams who are sick?"

"I shouldn't shut them down," Xie Ximian said.

Jiang Ye couldn't control Xie Ximian's emotions. Compared with himself, Xie Ximian carried too many things that belonged to him and didn't belong to him. The desire for the championship was not just "win".

The photo of old MST winning the championship is placed in the lining bag of his suitcase. On his wrist is the bracelet issued by the team when he joined the team. When he went out, he carefully wiped the ESC key given to him by his father on the Jiangye keyboard twice. .

"Xie Ximian," Jiang Ye leaned over and said, "Look at me."

Xie Ximian looked over carefully.

"Roost is the strongest support in the world, and he is my support." Jiang Ye said, "I trust him."

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