The counterattack of the mid laner [E-sports]

Because he was still taking anti-inflammatory drugs, Yi Cheng escaped a catastrophe, but Fu Mixiao was not so lucky. He was toasted one by one by his teammates. Seeing that, it means that today's birthday is also counted on his head. .

Just drinking is not interesting, Liu Ziye, who has always been active, suggested playing some games to add to the fun.

If Fu Mixiao was to do it himself, drinking would definitely be his business. After all, our God Xiao is very talented, no matter what game he plays, he is very good at it.So Liu Ziye suggested that Yi Cheng, who can't drink, should also participate. Yi Cheng would be in charge of playing the game, and if he lost, Fu Mixiao would help him drink.

Although he is quite comfortable playing a game like League that requires manipulation, Yicheng doesn't know anything about games like rolling dice. He can even be said to be a badass. Even if he masters the rules, he still doesn't understand how to play it. game Black Hole.

No, he lost again, and he has lost three times in a row.

It's just a simple roll of the dice to compare the size.

Whoever has the lower number of points in the first two shakes will drink, and he will shake one. When the rules of the third shake change, whoever shakes the most points will drink, and his six points will be drawn.

He seemed born with a little bit of luck.

"it's me again?"

As soon as the wine glass in front of him was empty, it was filled again. Fu Mixiao stared at the wine glass and blinked, his movements became obviously slow, and the words he said were not very insulting, but extremely harmful.

Shen Xing Chitian developed a clever mouth, and said with a smile, "Xiao Shen, don't you understand? This is what Brother Cheng wants you to drink! Do you think you want to drink?"

Fu Mixiao, who was thoroughly soaked in alcohol, lost the coldness of the gods, and added a bit of fireworks, as if the arrogant boy who was surrounded by his friends in the Internet cafe five years ago had returned.

Although he was arrogant, he doted on him.

"That's for drinking."

Fu Mixiao shook the wine glass, and the ice cubes inside collided with the glass wall, making a crisp sound. He looked in Yi Cheng's direction and said lightly, "You still have to listen to what the captain says."

Originally, the teammates were worried that Fu Mixiao, a top player in the circle, would be difficult to get along with and disobedient to discipline, but now hearing him say such things, they feel relieved a lot, and even the few members of the second team who disobeyed Yicheng in the past Hai'er also murmured in his heart, thinking that the captain seemed not as simple as they imagined.

Everyone was relieved and thoughtful, but no one heard Fu Mixiao's words that were as thin as a mosquito's sound.

"Otherwise he will cry."

After finishing speaking, he raised his head and drank the wine in the glass. The liquid slid down the corner of his mouth, slid over his slender and white neck like a grub, paused at the Adam's apple, and then slid into his clothes inside.

But he didn't feel cold, and put down his glass calmly.

"Xiao Shen is a good drinker," Liang Yu followed suit, "In this state, it's enough for Brother Cheng to lose him another ten or twenty hands."

Yi Cheng glared at him, then looked at Fu Mixiao: "I'll definitely win the game for you!"

It's still rolling dice, or comparing sizes, whoever is bigger will drink.

Yi Cheng took a deep breath before starting, but what was in his head was the scene where he rolled out six again and was laughed at by others.

Since the defeat three years ago, he has had this habit. It seems that Nanfeng is full of energy, but he always thinks of the worst and worries about the bad things that haven't happened yet.

The level of worry is directly proportional to the size of the event.

Just as he was about to see if he had shaken six o'clock again, a large warm palm covered the back of his hand, and there was a scorching heat from his palm. He raised his head and met Fu Mixiao's deep eyes.

"do not be afraid."

The palm was covered with some sweat, and it stuck to Yi Cheng's cold and dry back, shaking the dice lightly.

"None of the things you fear will happen."

Yi Cheng paused, feeling both unhappy and grateful for being seen through. Fortunately, the teammates were chatting happily in groups of three or five at this time, and no one noticed the movement here. Only Fu Mixiao had this kind of thing It is good for one to know.

"I'm not afraid."

How can the captain be afraid?

The captain should not be afraid.

He shook off Fu Mixiao's hand, and opened the dice cup generously.

It's two o'clock.

While not the smallest, it's not six either.

He secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and then put on a relaxed expression, as if nothing happened just now, "Look, do you see? I am at two o'clock, and I said I would win."

The teammates started booing, but Yi Cheng didn't listen carefully, but looked at Fu Mixiao, who was leaning on the sofa with half-closed eyes, before saying something for a long time.

"Captain never disappoints."

……

These years, DLJ's performance was not good. It was not until this year that they entered the semi-finals and Fu Mixiao joined the team again.

It's been a long time since they got together so relaxed and happy. It was inevitable that they played late and ended when it was almost dawn.

Helping those with a good drinker to go back to the room, Liu Ziye pointed to Fu Mixiao who was reclined on the sofa, and winked at Yi Cheng, "Let's leave Xiao Er to you."

After finishing speaking, he mysteriously stuffed something into his pocket.

Yi Cheng took it out and took a look, and almost threw the box on Liu Ziye's head.

It was a box of Durex, but it was not an ordinary Durex. The big word "delay" on the box was very conspicuous.

This is... Who is it to bury?

"Oh! Keep it! Birthday present, it's useful!"

"It's easy to use...have you tried it?" The box in his hand was like a hot potato, Yi Cheng frowned, "Do you and my brother usually use this?"

"Nonsense!" Liu Ziye looked shy, "Brother Chun is useless."

"This is a leftover from the wrong purchase last time. Depending on your needs, I will give you a cheaper price."

If you dare to love him, you have to thank Liu Ziye?

Yi Cheng couldn't understand, but in the blink of an eye Liu Ziye had already returned to the house, he had no choice but to put the box in his pocket temporarily and send Fu Mixiao back to the house.

Fu Mixiao slumped on the sofa with his eyes closed, wondering if he was asleep or not.He is not like Yi Cheng, he will become crazy when he drinks too much, he is always quiet when he drinks too much, he just wants to sleep in a dark corner.

"Hey, Fu Mixiao, wake up and go back to the house."

Given the difference in height and weight between the two, Yi Cheng couldn't bring the drunk Fu Mixiao back to the house with his own strength, so he could only pat Fu Mixiao's face lightly, praying in his heart that this person would hurry up wake up.

"Um……"

Hearing his voice, Fu Mixiao responded, but did not open his eyes. He grabbed his wrist precisely and pulled it into his arms, and Yi Cheng fell onto him.

"Hey! You..."

Nostrils were filled with the smell of alcohol, and it took a lot of effort for Yi Cheng to break free from his arms, frowning and pinching the flesh on his waist, which made him sober for a short time.

"Go back to the house, go back to the house."

Yi Cheng asked him to put his arms around his neck, and supported him with his body, the little man seemed to fall into Fu Mixiao's arms.

"Well... Thank you for your hard work..."

Although Fu Mixiao drank a little too much, he still spoke fluently. Of course, it probably had something to do with his few words.

"Why are you so heavy!"

When Yi Cheng complained, his body's center of gravity became unstable, causing Fu Mixiao to bump his head against the door frame.

Fu Mixiao snorted, stood up and apologized to the door frame.

"sorry."

He escaped from Yi Cheng's control and was about to fall again, Yi Cheng hurriedly supported him, "Go, it should apologize to you."

There were many hardships and obstacles along the way, and finally brought Fu Mixiao back to the house. Yi Cheng threw him on the bed, saw that he was breathing evenly and sleeping peacefully, so he thought about it.

Someone must help him change his clothes when he sleeps after drinking too much.

Although he thought so in his heart, his gaze kept on Fu Mixiao's neckline, where the silver chain with the unknown pendant loomed.

After these days, his interest in the pendant only increased, and he felt that this was an opportunity given to him by God to reveal the answer by himself.

Fu Mixiao slept soundly, her long eyelashes drooping quietly in her eye sockets.He tentatively shook his hand in front of him, but there was no reaction at all, so Yi Cheng boldly put his hand close to Fu Mixiao's neck.

As soon as he touched the edge of the necklace, before he could take out the pendant inside, Fu Mixiao's bushy eyebrows frowned, and he tugged at his collar uncomfortably.

Yi Cheng was so frightened that he quickly retracted his hand, and then felt that he was unnecessary. If Fu Mixiao woke up, he would just say that he was helping him change his clothes. It was really unnecessary for him to react so violently like a frightened bird. People are suspicious.

Fortunately, Fu Mixiao just turned around and continued to fall asleep again.

"I know it's scary!"

Yi Cheng made a face at him, and was pleasantly surprised to find that Fu Mixiao's angle was easier to find when sleeping on his side.He suspected that his hands were too cold to disturb Fu Mixiao just now, so he rubbed his hands and breathed, and then boldly put his hands on his neckline.

Fortunately, Fu Mixiao is not a girl, nor does she have proud twin peaks, otherwise this action would be too obscene, comparable to the foreplay in a strange movie in a certain country.

The chain was so thin that when it was pulled up, the nails would lightly brush across Fu Mixiao's neck skin, causing his sexy Adam's apple to move up and down.

The light in the room was dim, shining lazily on Fu Mixiao's body, adding a bit of softness to his sharp-edged face.In a fit of anger, Yi Cheng gently tugged along the chain that he had picked up, and pulled out what Fu Mixiao was wearing around his neck.

Yi Cheng felt that Fu Mixiao was so precious that it would be a valuable thing, but he was extremely disappointed by this thing. The material looked ordinary at first glance. The brown lacquer has been slightly polished, and it is oval in shape. One end has been sharpened, and the other end has a neat round section. Two holes were neatly punched on the piece of broken wood, and the other was used to String the chain, but the other one is idle.

If he guessed correctly, it should be a horn button.

He rested his chin, thinking deeply like Sherlock Holmes, wondering if he could split this thing in the middle to see the mystery.

But even if all the famous detectives from all over the world come, it's useless, the thing in front of him is just a horn button.

And, he has no impression.