The counterattack of the mid laner [E-sports]

After Nafoyego went online again, it was like a different person, and it was a lot of fierce.

Even if he had a slight disadvantage in the early stage, he was called back.It is said that Fiego is a hero who is weak in the early stage and it is difficult to be effective in the late stage, but more importantly, it depends on the operation. The one in front of me can catch people and fight against the jungle. He is very good at seizing opportunities and completely regains control of the rhythm of the field. What's more, Yi Chengming didn't know this person, but felt that he was very familiar with him. He had a tacit understanding with him as if he had been with him day and night for a long time. Sometimes he knew exactly what the other party was going to do without using Pin signals to communicate.

"What's the matter? Our jungler has suddenly become stronger? This operation is a seedling of a professional player. I'll hook up with him later and ask him if he wants to come to our team's youth training."

As an excellent captain, Yi Cheng is always worried about the development of his team.

[Fuck!Is this jungler asking God to help him? ! 】

【The operation is beautiful and picturesque】

[Family, do you think this operation style looks familiar? 】

[It feels familiar +1, I know this account, it is a small anchor from an Internet cafe, technically, it is just like the beginning, but it is relatively easy to lie down, it can be regarded as an entertainment anchor. 】

[Is that person broadcasting now?Come on, a big brother, to inquire about the information]

【Report—Then the anchor is broadcasting. He was still playing League just now, and now he is playing Xiaoxiaole】

[Landing in a different place is a real hammer!However, there is no evidence of who made it.]

【Exploring and reporting again——】

In the barrage, Holmes became addicted to playing the game, and Yi Cheng subconsciously glanced at the seat next to him.Fu Mixiao doesn't like the strong barbecue smell on his body very much. He just went upstairs to take a shower. His desktop is very clean, peripherals, notebooks, a monotonous but rich in texture black mouse pad, and Yi Cheng's face when he was angry. He tosses the tissue.The computer screen was black, and the main computer had already become cold. The owner of the table seemed to have been away for a long time.

At 43 minutes, the game was finally won.

Yi Cheng heaved a sigh of relief, not having to wear a maid outfit is one thing, and another thing is that he can finally not be harassed by the top order.

He immediately exited the settlement interface, afraid that if he stopped for a while, he would see the disgusting words of the top order.

Not only that, he also remembered that he wanted to invite the jungler to try out, so he added him as a friend and left him a message.

The jungler didn't reply, and the status quickly changed to in-game. Interestingly, the status of the top laner also changed to in-game, and it was exactly the same time that the jungler entered the game.

They probably matched up to the same match, Yi Cheng sighed, and said "Amen" to the big jungler in his heart.

Not in the mood to play league again, and he couldn't sit half the night chatting with the friends in the live broadcast room, so he found "487 Hot Kiss" recommended by Shen Xingchi from the previous website. Sad tone, and finally the hero died.

But Yicheng didn't know that Yicheng's Shufen left before the hero, just because he chose oranges and gave up apples in a question about which fruit to eat.

This game is so fun!He never believed in Shen Xingchi's Amway in the future.

On the other side, Fu Mixiao once again used Yasuo to kill the opposite Ryze, and the record had reached 10/0.

And Ruiz who fell miserably on the ground was none other than the top laner who harassed Yi Cheng in the game just now.

[All] The moon is not like you (Storm Sword): Do you want to continue?

The other party responded with endless silence, and he left the game after saying "You are still far away".

He picked up his phone and sent a message to the owner of the account.

Xiao: I don't play anymore, you can get on the number.

The little anchor was playing match [-] games bored, and almost replied in seconds: Brother, you don't want to play anymore?

Xiao: Well, I watch the live broadcast.

He and Fu Mixiao played games in the same Internet cafe back then, and were two years younger than him. He originally thought about whether he could have a career or something, but his skills were not up to standard, so he could only live broadcast to make ends meet.

I matched him to Orange on the Internet, and I wanted to play the game well, but within 15 minutes of playing the game, Fu Mixiao called him and said that he asked me to lend him the number to play.

Ever since Fu Mixiao became a professional, he was afraid that people would say that he was out of favor, so he tried not to mention Fu Mixiao in public. As usual.

After he sent his account password to Fu Mixiao, he quit the game. He didn't say a word about the phone call he just received. Did not reveal the slightest clue.

After he got the number back, he looked at his brother's record.

Just now, someone hung up the phone and won four against five. His brother is the MVP. This is basic practice, not surprising.

And after that game ended, there was a long list of solo results. His brother grabbed the top laner who was hanging up and tortured him for more than a dozen games. No matter what hero or equipment that person used, his death was extremely tragic.

It seemed that his brother was really angry.

"It's an honor for you to be brutally killed by our SoloKing."

He sighed and pressed the matching button.

……

At four o'clock in the morning, Yi Cheng couldn't stand it any longer. He sat on a chair, resting his chin with one hand, and kept nodding his head. He fell asleep deeply.

In less than a minute, the game was matched with teammates. To save trouble, Yi Cheng set the game to automatically accept the game. At this time, he has entered the player selection interface, and Yi Cheng has not yet woken up.

On the other end, Fu Mixiao didn't sleep, and stayed in his room, watching Yi Cheng's live broadcast with the trumpet on.

This account was specially applied for Yicheng by him three years ago, and it only followed one of Yicheng's anchors, it was as clean as a zombie fan.Back then, when he left DLJ, he was only 19 years old, and he was just beginning to fall in love, and he couldn't restrain himself from missing his sweetheart, even if he couldn't see it on the surface.This is how I got this account. Whenever Yicheng started broadcasting, he would go to support him, not interacting, not leaving a message, and occasionally swiping for gifts, which were also small denominations. I was afraid that Yicheng would find out. It also made him reach the top five on the list.

As a result, the fifth place in Yicheng's fan list has a strange account, only Yicheng has one follower, and the name seems to be picked by blind typing on the keyboard - pluviaaurea.

In his memory, Yi Cheng seemed to have only pronounced this name once in the live broadcast room. He was stunned at the time, probably thinking about how to pronounce this broken name. After thinking to no avail, he simply gave up on himself and read aloud with his eyebrows furrowed:

"Thank you pluviaaurea for the rocket, thank you boss."

Fu Mixiao thought, Yi Cheng must have been secretly scolding him in his heart at that time, thinking that he was a psychopath who actually took such a weird and unpronounceable name.

That's right, it was just a name he changed on a whim back then, because the English wasn't strong enough, so he found Latin on Du Niang.

Pluvia aurea.

Golden rain.

That was his agreement with him.

But Fu Mixiao felt that Yi Cheng probably forgot.

Otherwise, with their bad relationship back then, how could Yi Cheng not blow up his hair when he found himself in his live broadcast room, and just calmly say thank you to him.

The person on the screen is nodding his head, his long eyelashes drooping, his mouth slightly open, sleeping very soundly.He got up early today, and played all night. It's normal for him to doze off. Fu Mixiao shook his head helplessly, and casually took a blanket and went downstairs.

The training room was already empty, only Yi Cheng's place was lit. The sound of Fu Mixiao's footsteps did not wake Yi Cheng up. Nice blanket inside.

"Let's not play this game, he should go back to the house and sleep."

After Fu Mixiao finished speaking, he ignored the barrage that was frantically scrolling because of his appearance, turned off the camera and played the broadcast.

Yi Cheng was still sleeping, burying his face in the blanket, only the top of his soft and fluffy hair was exposed.

Fearing that he would bore him, Fu Mixiao stretched out his hand to lift the blanket covering his face, the sleeping person finally moved, even though he was not awake, he still did not forget to protect his blanket.

"Don't do it."

His voice was full of sleepiness, like it was covered with water vapor, even the murderer seemed to be acting like a baby, with a milky voice.

Fu Mixiao smiled, and secretly kissed his forehead, which made the little guy unhappy again, and slapped him on the face.

"It's itchy, don't disturb me to sleep."

His little mid laner has always had a temper in his sleep.

"Okay, wake up and go to sleep upstairs."

Thinking that he could walk by himself when he woke up, Fu Mixiao turned around and wanted to go upstairs, but the man just changed the direction on the chair, tilted his head, and fell into a deep sleep again.

This time there was no way, Fu Mixiao bent down, wrapped Yi Cheng tightly with a blanket, and picked him up from the chair effortlessly.

The fluffy hair just touched his neck, and it felt itchy when rubbed against him, and the person in his arms was sleeping soundly, neither light nor heavy, Fu Mixiao suddenly felt that the distance between himself and happiness was so close, so close It's within reach, just enough to hold in my arms.

Half asleep and half awake, Yi Cheng tightly grasped the clothes on Fu Mixiao's chest with his hands, the pure cotton white long T was wrinkled by him, the base was unusually quiet, only the sound of Fu Mixiao's cotton slippers stepping on the stairs , is so clear.

The person in the arms suddenly frowned, and muttered something raving, like a reproach, like a grievance, but more, it was an indescribable affection, like the coquettishness of a lover, "Who allowed you to use my name! "

Pluviaaurea, golden rain, Yicheng changed the name of the game for himself after they agreed to climb to the top of the world together that year.

That was his first game account, and he had used that game account for three years, but after Fu Mixiao left, he never logged in again.

He still remembers.

The author has something to say:

I want a daily update! ! ! (very loud)

In the future, the update time will be between [-]:[-] p.m. and [-]:[-] a.m., don’t sleep until you finish writing!

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