The counterattack of the mid laner [E-sports]

It was already the middle of the night after the replay ended, and everyone was tired, so they went back to their rooms to rest.

Yi Cheng stood at the end of the corridor, the window was half open, and the wind in the second half of the night was a bit cool. He was so afraid of the cold, but he was only wearing a thin long-sleeved shirt.

The wind lifted his bangs and blew the smoke curling up from his fingertips. He leaned on the window sill with one hand and held his mobile phone with the other.

He was watching Shen Xingchi's pentakill video just now.

Over and over and over and over again.

After a long time, he sighed softly, put the phone aside and said to himself: "I can't even do it myself."

The young man who was called a genius mid laner right after his debut, but he didn't even have a pentakill in the arena.

Maybe he's the trash.

The cigarette slowly shortened between his fingers, and the smoke trapped him like an invisible ribbon. There were sporadic flames hidden in the ashes of the tobacco, and this tiny light was particularly conspicuous in the dim corridor.Yi Cheng raised his head and looked out the window, his back looked extraordinarily thin and lonely.

Fu Mixiao was looking at him not far away. He wondered if Yi Cheng thought of three years ago when he saw Shen Xingchi collapse, when Yi Cheng and his DLJ were questioned by the whole network and received endless ridicule and abuse. Even younger than Shen Xingchi.

I don't know if there was anyone to comfort him at that time, and if there was a shoulder for him to lean on for a short time.

Fu Mixiao not only hoped that such a person would accompany Yi Cheng instead of him at that time, but also selfishly hoped that such a person would never appear.

No matter what happened back then, at least now he is standing behind Yi Cheng and can help him share some of the burden.

Throwing aside the messy thoughts in his mind, Fu Mixiao walked over, and naturally snatched the cigarette from Yi Cheng's hand.There happened to be a trash can next to it, so he stubbed out the cigarette and threw it in.

"Why are you smoking again? Do you have something on your mind?"

The sporadic firelight was also extinguished, leaving only the moonlight streaming in through the window.

"I don't smoke." Yi Cheng turned slightly towards Fu Mixiao, not intending to answer the second question, but took a small step, and leaned in front of him, with a sly look in his eyes, like a little girl holding bad water. fox.

"You don't believe it? Just try it if you don't believe it?"

"Really?"

Yi Cheng nodded.

But when Fu Mixiao leaned over, he dodged him.

He lightly tapped Fu Mixiao's lips with his index finger, smiling happily.

"You are beautiful!"

Fu Mixiao knew that it was not so easy for his little mid laner to kiss him obediently, and he didn't force it, so he licked his fingertips lightly with his tongue. .

Weirdly cute.

Fu Mixiao took off his coat and put it on Yi Cheng, and tried to pinch his face again, but the young master raised his hand and slapped him away, like a cat avoiding its master's affection.

"Although Zeli is strong in this version, it's not that there is no way to deal with it. Taking Titans as an assistant can restrain Zeli, or we can let Shen Xingchi take some strong online heroes, such as the policewoman and Delevingne, he is not the best. Are you good at playing Draven? You can try it in the next game, you don't have to worry about it."

Hearing his words, Yi Cheng was slightly startled, and pulled the coat on his body. It carried Fu Mixiao's body temperature and the refreshing scent of white tea on his body, mixed with a little mint. It smelled pleasant, like Fu Mixiao was hugging him.

He is the captain, and the burden on him is always heavier than others. Whenever the team loses a game and there is a problem, he always finds a dark place in the dead of night to reflect, analyze the cause of the problem, and find a solution to the problem. Sometimes he There are many times when there is no result, but few times when there is no result, so he is really a person with no talent, otherwise he would not have been dreaming of the championship, but there was no result for five years.

This feeling makes people irritable, and the habit of smoking was developed at this time, it seems wrong, the first cigarette in his life should be the night when Fu Mixiao left, but these are not important, the important thing is tonight He was actually accompanied by someone, and that person was helping him analyze the problem seriously.

He suddenly had a rare sense of relief, as if you have been carrying a heavy load, and someone suddenly appeared on the way and helped you share some luggage.

The fragrance on Fu Mixiao's coat was slowly infiltrating, Yi Cheng felt that he would soon be marinated, the same smell as Fu Mixiao exuded, he still looked out of the window, his eyes focused on the moon in the sky, he didn't put His gaze was given to the person around him, but he knew that the person was looking at him, gentle and focused, with a helpless smile on his face, just like before.Yi Cheng didn't look at him, but unconsciously moved his body towards him.

"I don't need to worry about Shen Xingchi, he is a talented player."

Not like me.

After Yi Cheng finished speaking, he silently added something in his heart. His hands were tightly gripping his phone. As long as he swiped open the screen, he would be able to see the video of Shen Xingchi's five kills that was paused halfway through.

But at the moment, it doesn't matter whether five kills or five kills. These small personal honors are not worth mentioning in front of the team. His emo just now made him very ashamed, so he immediately changed the subject.

"What I'm worried about is actually..."

"Liang Yu?"

Before Yi Cheng could finish speaking, Fu Mixiao interrupted him, and Yi Cheng quickly looked at him in surprise, and found that the expression on his face was exactly as she imagined, with beautiful eyebrows and eyes bent, with tenderness smile.

"You found it too?"

Fu Mixiao nodded: "He should have wanted to say something just now, but you interrupted him."

Sure enough, there was nothing to hide from him, Yi Cheng kept staring into Fu Mixiao's eyes, and he saw himself from there, "I did it on purpose."

"What do you think he was going to say?"

"Back the blame? Apologize?" Fu Mixiao raised his eyebrows. To be honest, he was not interested in guessing the thoughts of people other than Yi Cheng, and he was not good at it, but when Yi Cheng asked, he also thought about it seriously. "You want us to find him a substitute?"

"Probably more serious than you said."

"Is he planning to retire?"

Yi Cheng nodded, "I accidentally overheard him calling his girlfriend earlier."

The two fell into silence, and it took a while for Fu Mixiao to speak, "Salute is about to retire."

Speaking is a critical blow, although there is no official news, but from the mouth of Fu Mixiao, a good friend, it should be close to ten.

Yi Cheng covered his mouth in surprise, "Isn't he in good condition?"

Although NHD has a big problem, it is definitely not on Gu Liangzhou. The state of this "God of Killing" is as brave as he was at his peak.

"But Gorilla is about to retire, and Salute wants to bid farewell with him." Fu Mixiao looked at Yi Cheng with heavy eyes, "Everyone has different reasons for insisting, we just respect their choices."

It is estimated that no one would have guessed that the famous top laner was actually an infatuated type. He stayed and left not for himself, but for a man named Xie Chen.

"Since I can't accompany him to the top, let me accompany him to exit."

Thinking of the words from his old friend on the phone, Fu Mixiao smiled helplessly. Although he thought that Gu Liangzhou was not rational, why wasn't he himself?

He took this path not for glory, but more because of this guy in front of him.

It was the man who reached out to him in the worst and most chaotic moment of his life.

Yi Cheng was noncommittal to Fu Mixiao's words, glanced out of the corner of his eye at the cigarette that he had extinguished on the trash can, and felt that it was necessary to defend himself again.

"I used to smoke while thinking about things, which would calm me down, so I lit my cigarette habitually today, but I really didn't smoke."

"Why?" Seeing the seriousness of what he said, Fu Mixiao seemed to be explaining to his wife that he came home late because of overtime work and not a husband who was fooling around, so he thought of teasing him.

"How do I know if you're trying to play me off?" Fu Mixiao's expression was a bit narrow, his eyes looked back and forth at Yi Cheng, and that expression obviously didn't believe him.

"You don't like me smoking?" Seeing his disbelieving expression, Yi Cheng resisted the urge to beat him up, took another step forward, pulled his neck and pressed it against Fu Mixiao's lips. All of a sudden, with a flustered expression, "Should I believe it now?"

The cold and soft touch was fleeting, making people very reluctant to part with him. He tasted a bit of sweetness, and Fu Mixiao naturally wouldn't be satisfied with it. He bent down, clasped the back of Xiao Zhongdan's head, and carefully tasted the taste in his mouth. Then, let him go gently.

The faint smell of hard orange candy, he remembered that Yicheng ate it during the meeting just now.

It looks like he really doesn't smoke.

Fu Mixiao raised his hand, rubbed vigorously on the head of the person whose cheeks were flushed and was kissed out of breath, and said with a smile, "Why are you so obedient?"

"Didn't you say that I'm very good?" Yi Cheng glared at him, "I can't let your words be untrue, can I?"

"Also!" He suddenly remembered that since the Spring Festival party, his group of cronies would always say the word "beautiful", popping it out from time to time to disgust him. Whenever he thinks of this, his teeth itch, and the person in front of him is undoubtedly It's the culprit, Yi Cheng snorted, with a vicious expression on his face, "Don't talk nonsense in front of my friends from now on!"

"Okay, okay." Fu Mixiao lingered on his soft hair with his fingers, and answered him with a good temper.

Yi Cheng was rubbed on the head by him, his heart was flustered, his face became even hotter, and he continued to be aggressive with Fu Mixiao, hoping to cover up his shyness, "Don't kiss me casually!"

Fu Mixiao didn't agree this time, instead he pinched his face, "Think about it carefully, who kissed who first?"

It seems... It was indeed his mouth that moved first.

Completely unable to speak against him, Yi Cheng bumped into Fu Mixiao angrily, and ran away in a hurry. Fu Mixiao followed behind him, walking at a leisurely pace, and seemed to be in a good mood.

In the training room, Shen Xingchi's computer was still on.

He was practicing the operation seriously, until Yicheng approached and patted him on the shoulder, and then returned to reality from the game world.

"Brother, why are you here?" Shen Xingchi took off the earphones, and as soon as he finished speaking, Fu Mixiao also came in. Shen Xingchi's eyes lit up, and he quickly pulled Fu Mixiao to ask questions about the operation.

?

Yi Cheng looked at the two of them with his head tilted, feeling a little upset for no reason.

Why don't you ask me?

Am I not as good as him?

Yi Cheng took two deep breaths and told himself to be magnanimous, they were doing this for improvement, and they shouldn't be petty and lose their temper.

But Shen Xingchi asked Fu Mixiao one after another, holding on to Fu Mixiao for half an hour, and he still didn't finish asking.

The young master... couldn't help it anymore, he glanced at the keyboard cap on Fu Mixiao's peripherals, cleared his throat, "Fu Mixiao, where did you buy this keyboard cap?"

Fu Mixiao's keyboard cap is black with a grainy matte feel, trimmed with a gold wire edge, and the pattern is the initial letter "X" of his professional ID, which looks very cool.

"That was provided by the sponsor, do you like it?" Fu Mixiao finally raised his head and set his eyes on Yi Cheng. Yi Cheng's irritability faded away a little, and he felt that he was a little unreasonable.

"Well, pretty cool."

It was rare for Yi Cheng to praise him honestly, Fu Mixiao walked to his seat, took off all the keyboard caps and put them in his hands.

"Send it to you."

"What? I want it too." Shen Xingchi had always watched the excitement without seeming serious, so he approached enthusiastically.

Yi Cheng was still hesitant to accept Fu Mixiao's gift, but when he saw Shen Xingchi coming over to snatch it like a hungry wolf, he subconsciously put his hand holding the keycap behind his back.

"No," Fu Mixiao rejected Shen Xingchi without thinking, "I've already given it to him."

"That's four in total..."

Can't you divide him up?

Shen Xingchi pursed his lips, and suddenly felt that his family's jungler seemed a little biased.

The author has something to say:

Fu Mixiao: If I want a keyboard cap, I need your help.

Shen Xingchi: Crying QAQ