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

Jiang Ye's 1.9-meter figure was carried by Xie Ximian, like a little hunchback, and looked very cowardly.

Ou Xiaodian came over and tried to persuade the fight: "What are you doing? You should pay attention to the influence in the training room. If someone is broadcasting live, you will be reported as having a disagreement within the team."

"There's a disagreement in the team? I've been fucked by him and I'm about to be prostituted and prostituted. How else can we disagree?" Xie Ximian sneered, "If you really want to say it, you have to say that the two of us get along too well."

Jiang Ye was told that his palms were hot, so he untied Xie Ximian's hand on the back of his neck: "You...what nonsense."

Xie Ximian nodded Jiang Ye: "Speaking of you, pay attention to your behavior."

Jiang Ye tidied up his clothes and muttered, "Can't you save me some face..."

"If you get caught again, you will die," Xie Ximian added.

Jiang Ye immediately became honest, transferred the status of team bully to Liang Nian, and glared at him: "Hurry up, or you will die."

Liang Nian: "???"

God!Is there any humanity left!How wronged to be alive!

Jiang Ye packed his clothes and walked back. Xie Ximian stared at the top of his head for a long time and asked, "Have you grown taller?"

"Me?" Jiang Ye touched the top of his head and said, "I don't feel it. After all, I have always been tall."

Ou Xiaodian, Liang Nian, Lin Chao: "Get out now!"

"Growing taller means that our MST food is good. If you stay in the team for a few more years, you must be two meters straight!" Ou Xiaodian said.

Jiang Ye: "Manager, how many years have you been in MST?"

"Me?" Ou Xiaodian puffed up his chest, "Hmph, then I'm going to talk to you about my status as the elder of the N dynasty. I'm much older than Ah Mian and Duan Ting, so please respect me and understand. No, don't offend your seniors all day long." He sat down on the chair decisively, touching the armrests like touching a dragon chair, "A rough estimate, it's only seven years, not worth mentioning."

Jiang Ye: "Oh." He sat down, "According to your calculation method, you were only 1.3 meters when you joined the team?"

"?" Ou Xiaodian jumped up, "Jiang Ye, I'm warning you again, don't mess with the team manager if you mess with anyone, I can't eat juice without you!"

Jiang Ye sat back on his seat without even looking at him. After a long while, he sent a message to Xie Qimian: [Square row at night? 】

sleep:【?Why do you want to say on WeChat?]

Ye: [No, just asking you]

sleep: [row]

Ye: [Yes. 】

Ye:【Have I really grown taller? 】

sleep:【……】

Mian: [Brother, I grew taller, I really grew taller, the sky fell and the earth survived because of your 1.9-meter stature]

Ye: [...too exaggerated]

Ye: [Is there a height measurement in the base? 】

Mian: [I'll find you a soft ruler to measure after finishing Ranking]

Ye: [ummm]

sleep: [fool]

The two formed a team tacitly, playing the national server Rank, and were sniped once in the middle, and the jungler on the opposite side caught them and grabbed them down the road, regardless of other teammates.

And Xie Ximian's teammates were not strong enough. Without a jungle gank, the other two lanes were still in a mess, and they were pushed to the high ground by the opponent in less than 10 minutes.

Before ordering the crystal, the jungler on the opposite side danced by the spring and typed and sent everyone——

【Warm Lion: MST is here】

[Warm Lion: You broke your handles in jail? 】

[Warm Lion: Xie Qimian's rough stuff hasn't been banned yet, let's do something official]

Before Jiang Ye could curse back, the game was over.

"Forget it, let's call here today, I got up too early in the morning, and I'm sleepy now." Xie Qimian stretched his waist, and said to Jiang Ye, "Go downstairs to eat?"

Jiang Ye was about to become a friend of [Warm Lion], and he faced him face-to-face, when Xie Ximian pinched his hair: "Why, you really want to eat the official announcement, don't you?"

"His mouth stinks—"

"Is this kind of troll still rare?" Xie Ximian poked the back of his head, "Get up, go down for supper."

Jiang Ye stared at the ID, saved the screenshot of the person's swearing words to the computer, got up and turned off the computer.

At 01:30 in the morning, the surrounding area of ​​the base was quiet, and the sound of the two people going down the stairs was particularly obvious, kicking and kicking.

"No way, I don't have anything to eat today," Xie Ximian looked through the refrigerator, "I clearly remember that there is still some yogurt, but I've only been away from the base for a day, so there's nothing left, a bunch of bandits." He touched his phone and came out, "Call A takeaway is ready."

Jiang Ye snatched his mobile phone: "Don't eat before going to bed, it will hurt your stomach."

Xie Qimian pouted her lips, her eyes bulged round, "But I'm a little hungry."

"..." Jiang Ye's ears and heart were crisp, and he immediately surrendered, "I'll make you a glass of milk."

"Okay." For a long time, Xie Ximian watched him dump the milk pot, and frowned, "Jiang Ye, don't you know how to use a gas stove?"

"Who doesn't know." Jiang Ye turned the knob, but it didn't turn on, and turned it again, but it still didn't turn on, "...my family's is not like this, so I'm not proficient."

Xie Qimian squeezed his hand and pushed the switch inward, the blue and red flame rolled around and burned.

"..." Jiang Ye pursed his lips, "I will."

"Okay, okay, I know you will." Xie Ximian said, "You boil the milk, I'll find a soft ruler."

When Xie Ximian left, Jiang Ye frowned at the gas stove and cursed, "Old antique."

He was afraid of the milk skin, and kept shaking the milk pot, when suddenly someone touched his ankle from behind, and he was so sensitive that he almost lost the pot.

"Heat your milk." Xie Ximian carefully pressed the iron mark on the heel of his shoe, "Don't move your feet, stand up straight, I'll turn my height."

Jiang Ye's whole body collapsed, his back turned to Xie Qimian: "Is this accurate?"

"It's pretty accurate. I measure 1.8 meters."

Jiang Ye: "...Forget it then."

"Jiang Ye, pay attention to what you say." Xie Ximian pinched his ear, "I'll tie you up with this ruler in a while."

"Bound, tied?" Jiang Ye stammered.

Xie Ximian stepped on his feet, raised a soft ruler, and patted his head: "What do you think about all day long?"

He tried hard to look at the numbers: "One meter...eight...eight?"

"You can't do it with this ruler." Jiang Ye put down the milk pot, held the soft ruler by himself, stood like a little soldier, raised his chest and said, "Look at it now."

Xie Ximian grabbed his shoulders and leaned up: "Well...one meter..."

Jiang Ye subconsciously wrapped his arms around that narrow waist with one hand, and stuck to Xie Qimian.

Xie Ximian moved his gaze down from the soft ruler, landed on Jiang Yeying's straight nose, and raised his eyes to meet him.

All the air seemed to be taken away by Jiang Ye's heavy breathing.

Jiang Ye's Adam's apple rolled deeply, and slowly approached Xie Qimian's cheek, his eyelashes trembling.

There was a ping pong bang on the second floor, and Liang Nian yelled loudly: "Don't wake me up tomorrow! I want to sleep in!"

Jiang Ye withdrew his hand in an instant, woke up in embarrassment, and glanced at Xie Qimian's slippers.

"Jiang Ye." Xie Ximian called him, and followed his arm holding the ruler to touch his wrist, "Aren't your hands sore?"

"Not sour, ahem, measure... measure it." Jiang Ye straightened his back again, looking straight at him, as if there was no trace of lust.

Xie Qimian looked up again, Jiang Ye calmly asked, "How much?"

bar.

Xie Qimian kissed him on the cheek and said, "1.9 meters."

Jiang Ye froze on the spot, the peach color rolled to his cheeks and behind his ears, and after a while he asked in a daze, "1.9 meters?"

"Ah." Xie Ximian said, "1.9m.[-]."

"Oh..." Jiang Ye slowly but contentedly rolled up the ruler, "This number... is about the same."

"Okay, you can write the number 1.9 meters on your nickname." Xie Ximian laughed at him, "Are you happy?"

Jiang Ye cleared his throat: "It's not bad." He put the soft ruler into Xie Qimian's palm, touched the back of his hand with nostalgia, turned his head after eating the tofu, and said badly, "There's milk skin!"

"It's okay." Xie Ximian said, "The milk skin is also delicious."

Jiang Ye poured out the milk carefully, Xie Ximian thought it was too hot, so they sat on the sofa for a while.

"Can you change the game ID?" Jiang Ye asked.

Xie Ximian tilted his head: "Is there something wrong with my game ID?"

"...You are not widowed or lonely." Jiang Ye said, "How unlucky."

"Isn't being single called lonely?" Xie Ximian pondered, "The name change card is precious."

Jiang Ye: "I'll buy you one."

"No, we decent people only spend what we earn."

"..." Jiang Ye sighed, "Okay."

Xie Ximian smiled and gulped down the milk: "Let's go, go upstairs."

Jiang Ye lived on the second floor, and he lived on the third floor, but Jiang Ye had to make a detour, sending him to the third floor before going downstairs to his dormitory.

When it was time to say goodbye, Xie Ximian took his hand: "There are three chapters in the agreement, and training time is not allowed to be posted."

Jiang Ye drooped his brows and eyes: "I didn't..."

"No?" Xie Qimian pushed his shoulder, "Who was it just now?"

Jiang Ye resisted: "But it's time to rest." He lowered his head and whispered in Xie Ximian's ear, "You still kiss me."

"Turning customers into the main, right?" Xie Ximian pinched both sides of his face, thinking for a while, "Forget it, anyway, you should be honest."

He took a breath and held Jiang Ye's hand: "We agreed to win the world championship, let's work hard together."

Jiang Ye nodded: "I will. Xie Ximian, I will definitely win the championship with you." He said, "Trust me."

"Yeah." Xie Qimian shook his hand, "Good night."

"Good night."

Two days later, MST played against PK.

Xie Ximian was watching Jiang Ye's OB video, and said with a smile, "What kind of ID do you have, no wonder Milky took a screenshot and sent it to Moments."

"If you don't change it, I will change it myself." Jiang Ye said, "When you change it someday, I will change it together."

"Oh, I'm MST-widowed and lonely, and you MST-close your heart and lock your love, right?" Xie Qimian couldn't laugh or cry, "It's like taking revenge on me."

Jiang Ye swore: "I didn't take revenge on you, I just think it matches your ID... well."

"Thank you." Xie Qimian couldn't help laughing, turned off his phone, and got out of the car with his hat on.

They passed by the square and saw fans holding up light signs. Xie Ximian waved to them, and heard a few harsh words among the noisy voices.

"Aren't they both in the police station, how can they still play games?"

"The official wants a guarantor, what can you do..."

Jiang Ye's ears were also very sharp, so he immediately stopped and looked at the fat men beside him, as if baring their teeth. Xie Ximian saw that something was wrong, so he hurriedly pulled him back: "Don't make trouble, they are all human."

Those two were also thick-skinned, and they whistled after being glared at by Jiang Ye, which made Jiang Ye so angry that they were reluctant to leave.

"I understand, I understand." Ou Xiaodian nodded and bowed in the training room, "My fault, I wanted to ask the league to make an announcement, but I didn't expect that they still haven't made a fart after two days, how about it, today's game is over , we will post an announcement on our own official blog, and we will definitely return your innocence!"

Although Xie Qimian had been smooth for more than ten minutes, Jiang Ye was still dissatisfied with Ou Xiaodian's lagging operation. He was angry when he entered the game, and was taught a lesson by Xie Qimian. Maybe he brought his personal emotions into the game, so he sat down honestly.

BO3 played 2:0, MST scored points as planned, and ended today's game smoothly.

As soon as he returned to the training room, Ou Xiaodian turned around excitedly: "Me, me, me, I will take a few minutes!" Ou Xiaodian cleared his throat, ran to Xie Ximian and Jiang Ye, and stroked Xie Ximian's shoulders like an old father, "You two He is really a big boy in our base."

Jiang Ye's eyelids drooped, watching him boredly changing his seniority all day long.

"Hey hey," Ou Xiaodian raised his eyebrows tremblingly, "I knew you were good kids!"

"Speak if you have something to say, and fart if you have something to say," Jiang Ye said, "Don't fucking teach parenting experience."

Ou Xiaodian rubbed his hands, and took out something from behind: "Come here, look at this!"

It was an extremely bright gold-edged pennant with a red background, on which was written——

[Gift: Xie Ximian, Jiang Ye: Help others and have high morals. 】

Xie Ximian and Jiang Ye were so frightened by this battle that they retreated again and again, Ou Xiaodian desperately ran into their arms: "Hurry up and grab it!"

Xie Ximian: "You should take it."

"Then let's not talk about this for now," Ou Xiaodian tucked the pennant under his arm and held up his mobile phone. It was a Weibo reposted by the official League of Legends. The blogger's name was "Jing'an Xiaoliu".

"Jing'an Xiaoliu" posted a clarification dynamic message with a gray system default avatar, accompanied by two pictures.

One is a photo of the little boy and his father holding the pennant together, and the other is the pennant in their hands.

"The official brought it just now. It is said that the child's father spent two days custom-made the pennant for you two!" He smiled like a brilliant chrysanthemum, "And the police uncle from the police station came out to clarify for you!"

Jiang Ye looked coldly at the official Weibo page, received the banner from Ou Xiaodian, and looked down for his phone.

"What are you doing?" Xie Ximian leaned over and asked.

"Send a Weibo."

That night, the League of Legends official received a report from a professional player——

MST-Ye: [Ionia, ID: Warm Lion, title, understand? @ Hero Alliance [picture]]

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Ye Zai: Those who bully my wife are all fucked up.