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

Jiang Ye was already tall and big, so when he sat in the middle, Xie Ximian was squeezed to sit next to the door.The middle seat was unstable, and Jiang Ye always pressed on Xie Qimian's shoulder when the car turned a corner, squeezing him into a smaller part.

The same goes for the mirror on the other side.

"Grab the handrail above." Xie Qimian said, pointing to the top of his head.

Jiang Ye looked up, and after a turn, he raised his arm to hang on the armrest above Xie Ximian's head, but he seemed to hold Xie Ximian in his arms again.

The road to the private kitchen was quite winding, Jiang Ye twisted his arm a few times, and kept a little distance from Xie Qimian, but it was still unavoidable, and in the end he could only grasp and loosen for a while.

Xie Qimian saw the expression of regret on his face, and propped his chin up to yawn idly.

Are all high school students like this?

Ou Xiaodian fancied the illusion of being happy in the back row, and asked intimately, "When will Xiao Lian go home for Chinese New Year this year?"

"We'll talk about it when the schedule is out."

The spring season is about to start, and it will be until the year before without accident, but I don't know which team will be the finale and will be forced to work overtime before the year.

After asking Lian Jing, Ou Xiaodian asked Jiang Ye again: "Where is Jiang Ye, you can leave early if there is no competition." He changed the subject, "But don't advance too much, you still have to train hard to maintain your hand."

Jiang Yequan regarded him as nonsense: "Whatever."

"Jiang Ye is a native of Beicheng, so it's not as troublesome for us outsiders to go home." Lian Jing said with arms folded.

"That's true," Ou Xiaodian said, "Jiangye is not only a local, but also a local college student. He dropped out of school after only a few months in order to pursue a career."

Xie Ximian looked sideways at Jiang Ye, and Jiang Ye lowered his head, his eyes swept over his forehead hair, his face was covered with a haughty and cool expression of "I'm not bad at studying".

Xie Ximian was very supportive: "It turns out that he not only went to high school, but also a college student."

Jiang Ye: "..."

Ou Xiaodian: "Ha, you're talking like someone who never went to high school."

The mid laner of the second team smiled foolishly, touched his head and said, "I never went to high school, I really didn't go to high school, I went to a higher vocational school after graduating from junior high school, hahahahaha I really want to thank the game for giving me a meal, Otherwise, I don’t even know which electronics factory to work in…”

Everyone laughed, and even the mirror looked out of the window expressionlessly, but their eyes were colder than the temperature outside the window.

There are many people in the circle who haven't read high school, everyone is like this, why should some people be complacent and think they are superior to others.

Finally arrived at the restaurant, the congested back seat ushered in liberation, Xie Ximian rubbed his waist and got out of the car slowly.

Jiang Ye frowned behind him.

I just squeezed him twice, and I didn't do anything to him.

In addition to the first team, MST also has the second team and the youth trainees. The first team and the staff live in the main building, and the second team and the youth trainees live in the building next door. They usually meet very rarely. Except for Ou Xiaodian who likes to hold plenary meetings, others They are all lazy people who would rather talk online than walk two steps to the next door.

It was rare for the whole team to have a dinner together, and Ou Xiaodian announced that he would be on vacation tomorrow. The kids from the second team were very excited, and they huddled around the table of the first team to toast drinks.

"Mian Shen, let's have a drink, we haven't seen you for several months." The top laner of the second team touched Xie Ximian's glass, "Brother, I have to finish my drink!"

Followed by a small support from the second team: "Brother, drink with me first, I am the direct support, you top laner go away first!"

Several people from the second team formed a mess around Xie Ximian, while Lian Jing who was sitting across from him seemed deserted. He lowered his eyes and only stared at the dishes on the table, took a sip from his wine glass, got up and left.

"Eh? Where are you going, Xiao Lian?" The top laner of the second team called him, "We haven't had a drink yet!"

He didn't even look back at the camera: "Go to the bathroom."

Xie Ximian promised to drink a few glasses, and he was a little drunk. When Jiang Ye clinked glasses with him, he gently lowered his hand to cover the mouth of the glass: "You toast me with drinks, and I will accompany you with wine. Are you still polite?"

His eyes were squinted, as if he was not concentrating, and his eyes wandered loosely on Jiang Ye's face. Jiang Ye glanced at him and saw the redness extending from his cheeks to the pinnae of his ears.

"Didn't those people drink with you just now?" Jiang Ye took the initiative to touch his finger bones very quickly, as if fleeing, as if he had drunk with him.

Xie Ximian moved the cup away from touching him: "I have double standards."

"I think you can almost tear off the tablecloth and cover it to sleep." Jiang Ye called him, "drunkard."

After Jiang Ye finished half a bowl of food, he turned his head and found that Xie Qimian was still looking at him with his chin propped up, and asked unnaturally, "What are you looking at?"

"You..." Xie Ximian narrowed his eyes and pointed to the bridge of his nose.

quite high.

Jiang Ye touched the position he pointed suspiciously: "Is there something?"

Xie Qimian stared at him for a while, then suddenly stopped talking and yawned: "I'm so sleepy, I want to pull the tablecloth down to sleep."

Jiang Ye: "..." He put down his hands and was speechless for a while before getting up and going to the bathroom.

Breaking away from the surroundings of the team, he finally sneaked away for half a moment. He walked into the bathroom, saw Lian Jing standing by the sink washing his hands, and nodded his head as a greeting.

When he came out of the cubicle, Lian Jing was still standing there.

Like waiting for him.

Before Jiang Ye could do anything, he asked first, "It's been two days since I came here, what do you think of MST?"

Water droplets splashed on the inner wall of the sink, and Jiang Ye let the water flow slowly wash his fingertips: "That's it."

"What about your teammates, what do you think of your teammates?" Lian Jing asked again.

"That's it." Jiang Ye took out a piece of paper and wiped his hands.

"Xie Ximian," Lian Jing asked again, "What do you think of his support?"

Jiang Ye stopped and turned to look at him: "What do you want to tell me?"

"I just advise you, some people in the team are not as kind as they seem, so don't get too close to him." Lian Jing said.

The light in the bathroom is warm yellow, everyone looks warm and approachable, and Jiang Ye also looks very patient.

"Really." Jiang Ye said.

Lian Jing clenched his fists and couldn't help but want to complain: "When I first came to the team, he cared about me as much as he does now, but he changed into a different person during the game, targeting me everywhere and letting me go. On the opposite side of the team, it’s okay not to lose the game, but if he loses, he will let his fans blame me.”

Jiang Ye didn't speak.

Lian Jing thought he didn't believe it, and sneered: "You haven't played professional games before, and you don't know anything. Once a team loses a game, they must find someone to take the blame. Either the player or the coach, and me, because the bottom lane is He thanks Ximian, he doesn't stick to the pot, so I can only blame me!"

Jiang Ye still didn't express any opinion on his words, but his brows were slightly raised in the middle, his eyes seemed to be looking at him, and seemed to be looking at the tiled wall behind him.

"My contract hasn't expired yet. Why does the team have to find another AD? To put it bluntly, everyone in the club is with him. He is upset with me, and he wants to change players!" Lian Jing said, His arms trembled uncontrollably.

"Really," Jiang Ye put one hand into his trouser pocket, "I thought it was because of your food that I bought AD."

Lian Jing was stunned for two seconds, and his face turned into anger in an instant: "What did you say!"

"Just telling some ordinary truths." Jiang Ye slumped his shoulders, looking bored and bored with everything in front of him, "You said that Xie Qimian has no good intentions, so what kind of good intentions do you have for someone like you who speaks ill of your teammates behind their backs?"

He threw the ball of paper in his hand into the trash can, even looking at it in the mirror was annoying.

When he walked out the door, he was attracted by a vague figure, who squinted his eyes and smiled, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed.

Surprise flashed across Jiang Ye's face and a low voice appeared at the same time: "Why are you here?"

"I drank too much, I'm going to the bathroom." Xie Qimian straightened up, glanced behind Jiang Ye, and sighed strangely to Lian Jing, "There are so many people."

Several colors seemed to roll over Lian Jing's face, and finally bumped into Jiang Ye's shoulder unceremoniously, and said like a warning: "Wait and see."

When Lian Jing walked away, Jiang Ye glanced at Xie Ximian, turned around and left without commenting on what he had just heard.

"Hey, Jiang Ye." Xie Ximian called to stop him.

"What?"

Xie Ximian blinked: "Are you an adult?"

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