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

They almost jumped up and down, Liang Nian hugged Duan Ting, and then passed Duan Ting to embrace Xie Qimian.

Xie Ximian smiled with his eyes closed, and patted him on the back: "Don't cry, or you will be hacked again."

Liang Nian giggled, pulled everyone over and huddled together, hugging and yelling, so excited that he couldn't hear a complete word.

Xie Qimian found Jiang Ye's hand in the crowd, held it gently, and found that he was also trembling.

After celebrating for a long time, Xie Ximian had to pat everyone on the arm: "It's almost there, people are still waiting for a handshake."

The joy of victory could not be concealed, and several people stopped queuing up, and went over to shake hands after standing in a line for a while.

Xie Ximian walked behind Jiang Ye, his sight was blocked by Shen Yi's solid shoulders, not knowing his expression, so he took two steps closer.

MG has won the LPL championship in recent years. Although they lost a few small games in the process, there were few problems in the finals and points. This time, facing MST in the spring split was like encountering Waterloo. Unable to defend the title, I couldn't help feeling extremely disappointed.

Seeing that their atmosphere was not good, MST restrained himself a little. Xie Ximian and MG captain Xiao had been friends for many years, and when they hugged, they couldn't help being punched in anger.

"Okay, Xie Ximian, if you fight other teams, get some Lulu to hang out in the bottom lane, and if you fight my team, you'll get robots, right?" Xiao said.

Xie Ximian raised his eyebrows: "If you have the ability, you can choose the robot as the top laner." They simply touched shoulders and agreed to fight again in the summer competition.

He walked forward and hit Jiang Ye's back with his forehead.

"Oh..." Xie Qimian touched his forehead in pain, "Why don't you leave, aren't you going to go on stage?"

"You chatted for so long, I can't wait for you." Jiang Ye pulled his wrist and pulled him away from the MG seat, "Hurry up, you are the only one missing."

They stood in the middle of the stage in order, and Xie Qimian pulled his wrist lightly: "Stop pulling."

"No." Jiang Ye was stubborn and insisted on pulling his wrist, Xie Qimian bit the tip of his tongue, he could only act more generously, lest the audience see anything.

The five people stood in the center of the stage, bowed together, and heard the audience shouting: "MST! MST! MST!"

Xie Qimian raised his head, his chest was a little heavy, but his feet felt light and light, as if being pushed to the top by a wave of cheers, and then fell freely.

Can't get back to God for a long time.

He originally thought that he had tasted all the ups and downs on the road of career, and his heart had long since become gentle and solid, no matter whether it was storms or awards, he could accept it calmly.

But when he stood on this highly anticipated stage, with the golden rain falling from his head, he realized——

I really miss it.

This long-awaited victory.

So much so that when I hug again, it will be like seeing an old friend who is obsessed with it, and I can't help but have a sore nose and a choked throat.

When the injury was the most serious, he said to himself countless times, "Forget it, or forget it." He is not young in the industry. If he persists, he may not be able to pursue his dream, or even go to the bottom. Doing live broadcast like Cheng Hao, earning a living of food and clothing, is easier to get rewarded than plowing and hoeing in this field, and you don't have to bear much pressure.

But in the end, I still didn't choose a smooth path.

He couldn't explain why he was persistent, but he just didn't let go until now.

"Xie Ximian." Jiang Ye let go of his wrist, "Here's the cup."

Xie Qimian came back to his senses and stared blankly at Jiang Ye, who pushed his arm to touch the cold trophy.

"Hurry up!" Liang Nian was so excited that he couldn't wait for a second, "Hold the cup!"

"Call the captain!" Lin Chao said.

Xie Ximian pursed his lips and shouted loudly: "One! Two! Three!"

"Hold the cup!"

"I've won! I'm the champion!"

"What are you the champion!" Liang Nian said, "It's clearly 'We are the champions'! We are the champions!"

Lin Chao patted him on the head: "Don't be so loud, what if people say that winning the spring finals is like winning the S prize, how embarrassing it is!"

The trophy was put back in place, Xie Ximian took a deep breath, his palm still pressed against the edge of the trophy, and looked up at the golden rain falling from the sky.

They formed a group and celebrated without seeing the world. The host yelled a few times before standing up, waiting for the award of medals and FMVP (Most Valuable Player of the Final).

"Who do you think the FMVP is?" Liang Nian snorted after asking, "If my head hadn't been taken away by Jiang Ye K, I think it should be me."

"K's fart, I don't have the ability to take it." Jiang Ye said.

Lin Chao: "In all fairness, this FMVP should be me. Isn't my Qing Gang Ying handsome? I can't use my electric mouse big move well?!"

"I'm laughing to death, pull it down, it might as well be me." Liang Nian cleared his throat, his mouth moved and his throat moved, "Hey, let's bet, Jiang Ye or Ah Mian, 100 yuan each."

Duan Ting couldn't help but warn him: "There are Caiyin around, don't talk nonsense."

"That's one hundred soft ones." Seeing that the hostesses were all on stage, Liang Nian hurriedly urged, "Come on, come on, hurry up, everyone has bonuses, why can't they afford it!"

"Gamble, bet, whoever is afraid of whom!" Lin Chao stammered, "You... you guys come first, I'll wait and see before making a decision."

"I bet thanks to Xi Mian."

The person on Xie Qimian's left said suddenly.

There was silence in the team for a while: "..."

Lin Chao: "yue...I'm throwing up."

Liang Nian pouted: "It's not fun anymore, the contestants themselves abstained, it's boring."

After the medals were awarded, the official announced the FMVP.

"This spring finals, the candidate for FMVP is—"

Xie Qimian's whisper combined with Shen Long's voice in the stereo: "Ye."

Jiang Ye turned his head to look at Xie Qimian, not surprised, but rather reluctant.

"Congratulations Jiang Ye!"

The trophy was delivered to him, and Jiang Ye returned to his senses and bowed his head to accept the medal that the official representative hung up for him.

He took a group photo with the trophy, and when the awards ceremony was over and the camera moved away, he stuffed the trophy into Xie Qimian's hand.

"Why give it to me?" Xie Ximian pushed back to him.

"It's dead, you hold it for me." Jiang Ye turned around, "Can I go?"

Xie Ximian had no choice but to hug her arms and complained: "You gave me your FMVP, so I can't resist the trophy."

"The trophy is still waiting for you to fight." He looked forward.

Lin Chao and Liang Nian went crazy, they were already walking ahead happily carrying the trophy, and shouted at them: "Come on, hurry up!"

Xie Qimian smiled helplessly, "Okay."

He and Jiang Ye stepped off the stage side by side, passing through the turbulent crowd.

"Ouch, my darlings!" Ou Xiaodian, several supervisors and analysts rushed forward one after another, circling around the five of them, wanting to hug and raise them, "But I'm back! Why are you so powerful, too strong Come on!"

Jiang Ye raised his hand to block the hugs coming from all directions, and unknowingly mingled with Coach Yan who was standing indifferently in the corner.

He saw Xie Qimian open his arms and embrace everyone who came to celebrate, even the photographers and staff accepted it with a smile.

"Aren't you going to give me a hug?" Coach Yan asked.

Jiang Ye looked at the group of people and asked him, "Then why don't you go there?"

Coach Yan's words were the most disappointing: "It's nothing special, just a spring final champion."

"Really, what did you do when we came in?" Jiang Ye hit the nail on the head, "If you're sorry, you're sorry."

Xie Ximian happened to turn around and saw his AD and coach whispering to each other hiding in the periphery of the crowd, he couldn't help raising his eyebrows, pushed away the people around him, and walked over: "Why are you all standing here?"

Coach Yan put down his hand: "Pull your AD back."

Xie Ximian smiled, approached and hugged Coach Yan, then let go, and said smartly, "Coach has worked hard!"

"Sharp teeth." Coach Yan glared at him, pushed him to the side of Jiang Ye, and went elsewhere.

Xie Qimian leaned next to Jiang Ye, and seeing Coach Yan being entangled by Liang Nian again, he smiled and said to Jiang Ye, "Look at him, he's still shy."

He waited for a while, raised his hand and scratched Jiang Ye's chin: "Why don't you talk anymore."

Jiang Ye dodged away timidly, turned his head to look at him, slightly parted his dry lips, and said, "I'm going to the bathroom."

"Wait a minute," Xie Ximian trotted to catch up with him, "I'll go too."

Jiang Ye obviously didn't go to the bathroom, but took him to the stairwell where there was no one else, pushed the door of the safe passage open, and Jiang Ye dragged Xie Ximian in, not waiting for Jiang Ye to push him against the back of the door.

There was only a fist distance between the two, Xie Qimian raised his head, put his upper lip on Jiang Ye's chin, and asked frivolously, "What is FMVP doing? There are grievances to talk about, why did you kidnap the captain privately?"

Jiang Ye pressed his chin, let him stick to the back door honestly, and asked, "Is it all over?"

"what?"

Xie Qimian reacted for a while, his eyes fluttered, and he tugged at his zipper with his hands underneath: "Are you jealous again?"

Jiang Ye's chest heaved heavily, he took a step back and opened his hands.After waiting for a few seconds, seeing that Xie Ximian was not moving, he asked, "Not coming?"

Xie Qimian's brows twitched, a smile slowly formed on the corner of his mouth, he wrapped his arms around his waist, and leaned into his arms.

The hands from Jiangye wrapped around his shoulders, holding him tightly in a place where no one was around.

"I won the game today, why are you still jealous." Xie Qimian shook his waist, "Be happy."

"You gave them all your arms, and none of them were left to me." Jiang Ye whispered, "Then mine are only for you."

He gently moved his hand to the back of Xie Ximian's neck, rubbed it, and asked, "Are you happy, Xie Ximian, are you happy now?"

There was a tiny echo in the empty stairwell, Xie Qimian put away the smile on the corner of his mouth, rolled his throat, and answered him: "Happy."

"What you want is also what I want." Jiang Ye said, "We will win all the championships together in the future."

"Okay." Xie Ximian said.

After a while, he broke away from his embrace, raised his head and suddenly smiled at Jiang Ye: "Aren't you going to kiss me?"

"what?"

"Don't you want to give me a kiss?" Xie Ximian touched his lips with her fingertips, "Look, there's no one here. If you kiss me once, no one will notice, and if you kiss me twice, you won't—"

Before he finished speaking, Jiang Ye pinched his hand and pressed the back of his head to kiss him.

Jiang Ye is like a wolf cub born, he has never known tenderness, kissing people is like biting, he will not stop being beaten on the chest, he is terribly out of control, he dare not use force but can't help trembling.

Xie Ximian said "Oh" twice, his head was so sore that he couldn't lift his head, and his lips were tilted to the corners of Jiang Ye's lips.

Jiang Ye couldn't kiss him, so he grabbed his legs and hugged him, put his back against the door, chased his lips and pressed them against him.

Xie Qimian was much taller than Jiang Ye in an instant, and his hands were free to support Jiang Ye's shoulders.

There was a lot of noise behind the door, some were running, some were laughing and shouting.

Only Xie Ximian was trembling.

The author has something to say:

It's all above the neck, no problem ^^