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

The snowy night contrasted with the bright moonlight, and heavy snow fell along the edge of the umbrella, taking away the last touch of warmth from Xie Qimian's fingertips.

Xie Ximian held the phone to her ear, and after a minute passed, the mechanical girl replied: "Sorry, the number you dialed is temporarily unanswered, please try again later..."

He frowned and looked at the screen, hit another one, and laughed at the palm of the other hand at the same time.

The snow on the tree fell from time to time, Xie Ximian walked forward, thinking that Jiang Ye and the second team didn't know each other well, so he wouldn't go to the second team's villa on foot, probably to get things or meet people at the door.

After walking a hundred meters forward, a tall figure slowly appeared under the street lamp.

The man was wearing a hat with a black coat on his head, most of his eyebrows were covered by the shadow of the brim of the hat, and he was carrying a huge package in his hand.

At first glance, it looks like a horror story.

Xie Qimian stood firm in the distance, and called out uncertainly, "Jiang Ye?"

The man really stopped and turned his head slightly, as if he was also looking at him.

Xie Ximian took two quick steps to the front, slipped by the icy snow on the soles of his feet, and fell down holding the umbrella. The man ran over and tried to grab him, but was blocked by the umbrella in his hand, and he only had time to grab him when he turned sideways. shoulders.

It's hard to figure out how he fell into this weird position.

Xie Qimian's umbrella fell to the side, Jiang Ye held his left shoulder tightly, one leg was lying across the snow, and the other knee was off the ground, as if being dragged in the snow by Jiang Ye who was all in black.

One step closer to a horror story.

Jiang Ye put the bag aside, helped Xie Ximian get up from the ground, he was not good at comforting and asked, "What's the matter with you?"

Xie Ximian: "..."

Snow flakes stuck to his pants, he bowed his waist while patting and complaining: "The road is slippery, didn't you see that?"

Jiang Ye picked up the scattered things on the ground, saw Xie Qimian's frozen red nose and fingers when he got up, and called him a little irritably, "Stand up first."

Almost all shots were taken, Xie Ximian grabbed Jiang Ye's elbow and stood up.

Get very close at once.

Jiang Ye took two steps back, looked at him unavoidably, paused, and said, "There are more."

Xie Ximian lowered his head and searched everywhere, but couldn't find it, but obviously Jiang Ye didn't want to tell him where it was, so he had to pat around his body a few times, and finally dusted some snow from near his butt.

He was not as embarrassed as Jiang Ye, he stood firm and raised his head and asked Jiang Ye: "Why did you go and haven't come back for so long?"

When he spoke, his lips were filled with white air, as if they were circling around, and his peach blossom eyes faced the light of the road, as if he had fallen into the moon.

For some reason, when Xie Ximian looked at him like this, Jiang Ye felt that he had done something wrong and deserved to be blamed by him.

"I... went out to get takeaway."

"It's good to have someone send it in. Why go out and get it by yourself in such a cold day?"

Jiang Ye's Adam's apple rolled: "The guard won't let him in, because I wrote my name and phone number."

Takeaways were originally not allowed to enter the community, but there were too many takeaways in MST. Ou Xiaodian communicated with the property more than a dozen times, and even recorded the names and phone numbers of the base personnel at the property, so he made an exception and let the takeaway brother deliver to the gate of the base.

Jiang Ye is a newcomer, and his name is not on the record information. Of course, the security guard at the door will not let him in. Even when he himself went to the security room and said that he was from MST, the security guard was still skeptical.

"Next time, let Ou Xiaodian communicate about this kind of thing." Xie Ximian took the umbrella from him, but got a heavy takeaway thermal package.

"?"

Jiang Ye put the umbrella over Xie Ximian's head, without looking at him, and said, "Take it and cover your hands."

Xie Ximian lowered his head and glanced. The takeaway bag was printed with "Fu Xiang Yuan", and the hot stuff inside should be for supper. He hugged the bag through the bag, and it was indeed a little hot.

Jiang Ye suddenly took the bag back from his arms: "Forget it."

Xie Ximian: "?"

"Put your hands in your pockets." Jiang Ye finished carrying them and asked, "Can you go?"

Xie Ximian moved his eyes and asked, "What if I can't leave?"

Jiang Ye: "..." He touched the phone in his pocket, "I'll ask the manager to pick you up."

Xie Ximian couldn't help laughing: "I'm lying to you, I can't fall with so many clothes on."

Jiang Ye: "..." He glanced at the top of Xie Ximian's head, and couldn't help saying, "It's only children who fall in the snow."

"Am I not a child?" Xie Qimian asked him slowly, very seriously.

Jiang Ye sneered, and after a while, said: "The height and IQ are indeed."

Xie Ximian was at least 1.7 meters seven. Although it was nothing in front of Jiang Ye, he was still a passable height. He was as tall as a child. He stopped and raised his hand to take off his coat and hat.

Jiang Ye's pace immediately slowed down, his face was a little annoyed, and he said in his mouth: "What do you want to prove, don't you still have to stand on tiptoe to get my hat."

"Then what's the matter, you still have height discrimination?" Xie Ximian asked.

Jiang Ye didn't talk to him, just snorted and continued walking.

"When did I order takeaway? I haven't heard of it. Is there glutinous rice chicken and cuttlefish cake that I want to eat?" Xie Ximian asked.

"No." Jiang Ye said angrily.

Xie Qimian smiled, and kicked Snowflake at Jiang Ye's shadow: "Thank you."

Jiang Ye peeked at him from the corner of his eye, then moved away after one glance, and looked at the big tree outside the yard of the base.

Unknowingly, the lush branches were also bent by the snow, and a large piece of soft white fell down.

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After everyone had Jiang Ye's first supper, they thanked Jiang Ye comfortably, and boarded the plane again in good condition. Lai Zhiquan was still thinking that he had tricked Jiang Ye just now, and asked in a low voice, "Jiang Ye, shall we continue to line up?"

"Immediately." Jiang Ye ate the last piece of soup dumpling that was disliked by others and was out of soup because it took too long to deliver, wiped his mouth and sat back, Lai Zhiquan smiled, "Jiang Ye, you have a really good appetite. If you are full, you can still eat so many suppers now, no wonder you are so tall."

Jiang Ye put on the earphones: "It's okay."

"By the way, don't you know the way to the gate? You walked for almost half an hour with takeaway."

Jiang Ye: "..."

When he came to the team, Ou Xiaodian sent him directly to the underground garage. It was snowing all the time in Beijing, so he didn't have a chance to go out to look around the community. He really didn't know the way of the community.

But this is just a navigation thing.

As for going back and forth for half an hour... The main reason is that someone fell a buttock in the snow.

He subconsciously glanced at Xie Ximian, and found that this man was sitting next to Liang Nian watching the highlights of the melon skin operation in the world competition, with a smile on his face.

Jiang Ye lowered his eyes and greeted Lai Zhiquan: "Let's go."

When Xie Ximian came back, Lai Zhiquan had already entered the game with Jiang Ye, Jiang Ye rarely communicated, and Lai Zhiquan was not a command support, most of his conversations were talking with Jiang Ye's single-player-"Shall I go next wave?" ""My lantern is still two seconds away."

After a few strokes, Jiang Ye rubbed the back of his neck in pain, and couldn't hold back anymore, and said, "Don't run faster than me as soon as you see the top laner on the other side."

"I'm sorry," Lai Zhiquan apologized, hesitated for a while, and then explained to him, "You don't have two moves, and the sword demon will definitely kill you with a big tower, so go straight..."

"He killed me by force?" Jiang Ye felt outrageous, and said, "I have already seen his grave under the tower."

"Your skills are all there and Ignite. It's no problem for me to dodge his three-stage Q, not to mention his 900 bounty. It's his loss anyway."

Lai Zhiquan squeezed his fingers in embarrassment: "At that time, I just felt that I could no longer kill this sword demon..."

Jiang Ye didn't want to say again: "Let's go."

One night, Jiang Ye and Lai Zhiquan played 9 duos, with 5 wins and 4 losses. Generally speaking, it was okay, but Jiang Ye still played solo until three o'clock after Lai Zhiquan went back to sleep.

When Jiang Ye entered the room, Xie Ximian was lying down and playing with his mobile phone, the two of them looked at each other as greeting, Jiang Ye looked cold, he came out of the shower in a hurry, and didn't say much when he went to bed.

"Is there anyone else in the training room?" Xie Ximian asked proactively.

"No." Jiang Ye closed his eyes after pulling off the quilt, and performed his daily performance--falling asleep in a straight line.

Xie Ximian rolled up the quilt, slept on the edge of the bed, and said, "Xiao Lai is good at protective support. Although hard support is not strong in team opening, it is still passable. Don't undermine his confidence in the game. I will habitually blame myself, and when my mentality explodes, I will lose more and more after the fight. There is really something wrong, I said after the game."

"You think it's enough to be a professional player, so why try to train me for so long." Jiang Ye said, "You just want a qualified person."

Xie Ximian squinted his eyes and asked him, "What do game masters think?"

"Pass equals rubbish."

Xie Qimian couldn't help laughing, he was really a reckless young man, conceited and conceited, he didn't even have room to change his words.

He turned over and rested his arms on his pillow: "You're right, but there are no perfect players in the league, and there are no foolproof performances, but if you play a lot of games, you will find that sometimes after a game, you can be a good player." Normal people are fine."

"This is not an excuse to persuade Hecai," Jiang Ye said.

Xie Ximian was helpless, come on, this is a master who can't listen to anything in front of him.

"Then where do you think you are on the passing line?" Xie Ximian asked.

Jiang Ye opened his eyes, must have thought for a long time, and said: "The top of the pyramid is the position of the champion."

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Ye: A person lives up to his name.