The counterattack of the mid laner [E-sports]

"This... can I really stuff myself in?"

Yi Cheng entered the room, took out the clothes from the bag, his small face wrinkled into a bitter gourd.

I don’t know if the officials heard his complaints in the live broadcast room. The clothes they ordered for him were made according to the 2018 version of KDA skin model. After all, Yi Cheng had clearly stated that the 2020 version of KDA was ugly.

The 2018 version of Ahri’s clothes is a tube top bodysuit. The chest part is white with a good shape, and the other parts are black, with gold trim for decoration.The trousers were extremely short, almost reaching the base of the thighs, a bit like a one-piece swimsuit. Of course, they were much sexier and better-looking than the one-piece swimsuit. Coupled with a pair of super tall black stockings, they were simply stunners.

It is estimated that considering that men wearing this kind of tight jumpsuit will highlight a very masculine part, which is not conducive to the health and purity of activities, they deliberately changed the jumpsuit into a small skirt.

Yi Cheng who was forced to wear a skirt: ...Thank you for your thoughtfulness, but this skirt is too short!

"Try it, it should work." Fu Mixiao stood aside, his eyes lit up when he saw the delicate skirt, but it was a pity that Yi Cheng's attention was all on the skirt and he didn't notice him. Small changes in expression.

"How about I help you wear it?"

Yi Cheng wanted Fu Mixiao to help him, but the clothes were tight, and he couldn't try them on without taking them off. When he thought that he was going to take off his clothes in front of Fu Mixiao, Yi Cheng couldn't help but feel hot. I can't help the messy and strange thoughts in my head, especially when the relationship between the two people has made a qualitative leap.

"I don't need your help." Yi Cheng snorted, and walked into the bathroom proudly with his clothes.

Fu Mixiao put his arms around his chest and leaned against Yi Cheng's desk, his eyes were fixed on the closed door of the bathroom, with a faint smile on his face.

His slender fingers tapped rhythmically on his arms, as if he was playing a piano, and he was looking forward to the appearance of a person coming out of the bathroom door when it opened again.

10 minute has passed...

10 minutes passed...

Three 10 minutes passed...

Fu Mixiao remembered going out with his mother before, and had agreed to leave at ten o'clock, but his mother insisted on packing and dressing up for an hour and a half, and they didn't leave the house until 11:30.

Being late and not being punctual is a women's patent, but Yi Cheng just changed clothes, three to ten minutes, it is a bit too long.

He was inevitably a little worried, and he simply knocked on the bathroom door twice and went in.

At this moment, Yi Cheng was holding a stocking and wrinkled his face worryingly. When he heard someone coming in, his subconscious reaction was to cover his chest with his arms, even if his chest was empty...

Fu Mixiao was amused by his reaction, before he had time to think about some messy things, he walked over and rubbed his head, "What's wrong?"

When Yi Cheng saw him, he pouted as if seeing a savior, and subconsciously acted coquettishly, "Look at these socks, they are too difficult to wear..."

If it were ordinary silk stockings, it wouldn't waste so much time. Yi Cheng's pair of stockings are long in one aspect, but also in their material. They are not all elastic black silk, but leather. Only near the thighs, there are patterns of black silk splicing.

This kind of skin is generally elastic. Although Yi Cheng is relatively thin, he still has muscles on his legs. In addition, he is clumsy, and he can't even wrap a scarf around him, let alone wear this kind of stockings.

He was sitting on the toilet at this moment, with one foot drooping and stepping on the ground, and the other foot was stepping on the edge of the toilet with the heel, the toes were raised, and he was struggling with the sock.He crossed his legs and didn't care about his image, the miniskirt had already been lifted up by this large movement, revealing his dark gray underpants printed with a little fox pattern.

The owner of the pants is worrying about the socks, completely unaware that he has already leaked his love.

Fu Mixiao glanced away and looked away, his Adam's apple rolled up and down, he opened his mouth, but he turned around when he spoke, he didn't remind Yi Cheng how his posture at this time was so imaginative, he prayed that this person could Perceived by yourself.

He squatted down, knelt down on one knee, gently took the sock in Yi Cheng's hand, rolled the high sleeve of the sock to his ankle, and then gently lifted Yi Cheng's foot.

Yi Cheng's feet are beautiful, white and slender, of the thinner type, with small but plump toes, curled up and curled up, as if tense.

"Girls are really strange, why would they torture themselves by wearing this kind of thing?" Yi Cheng was still complaining endlessly, "This kind of thing is tight and constricted, and it's not breathable. Last time I saw Kireo wearing it too..."

He was just about to say that he had seen a girl wear this thing before, when he found that Fu Mixiao was holding his ankle, staring straight at it, fascinated by it.He kicked his feet hastily.

"Hey! Fu Mixiao! Why are you staring at my feet? You seem to have some kind of pervert!"

Seeing that Fu Mixiao still hadn't recovered, he said in surprise, "Isn't it? You don't really have any strange hobbies, do you?"

Only then did Fu Mixiao come back to his senses, carefully helped him put on his socks, and with a curl of his mouth, he admitted shamelessly, "I have hobbies, and besides, I'm a pervert."

While speaking, he had already helped Yi Cheng put on a sock, but he did not let him go, but lifted his ankle slightly, lowered his head, and gently kissed his instep... …

Even through the stockings, Yi Cheng still felt the warmth of Fu Mixiao's kiss, and he hurriedly retracted his feet.

Instead of using Fu Mixiao's help, he took the other sock and imitated Fu Mixiao to put it on.

Seeing his carefree appearance, Fu Mixiao coughed lightly because of his exaggerated movement, and the hem of his skirt was turned up again. As a result, the little mid laner couldn't receive any information at all, and still put on his socks on his own.

Fu Mixiao sighed, helped him put down the skirt, and looked at him with raised eyebrows, "Little fox, please sit down obediently, and don't lift up the skirt."

"It's mind-blowing."

"Shameless! Get out!"

Yi Cheng's face immediately turned red, and he jumped off the toilet. He didn't even have time to put on his shoes, and his feet in black silk stepped directly on the tiles in the bathroom, soaked by the water stains on the floor, and icy cold stuck to his feet.He didn't care about tidying up, he quickly pushed Fu Mixiao out of the bathroom, and closed the door heavily.

He sat on the toilet panting heavily, patting his chest again and again, but the blush on his face didn't go away for a long time.

What the hell is this bastard talking about!What x goes in, is this something that can be said in Jinjiang? !

He seemed uneasy, and shouted out the door, "Fu Mixiao! Get out of my room! I don't want to see you!"

As expected, Fu Mixiao didn't leave. Hearing his cheerful laughter, Yi Cheng said hello, and then muttered in a low voice, "What a irascible little fox."

You are irritable!Your whole family is cranky!

Yi Cheng heard the sound of the door opening, and shouted outside again, "You speak ill of me, I heard it!"

The man still laughed and didn't answer.

……

Soon it was the day of the live broadcast, and the makeup artist came to the base three hours early. Yicheng was playing games at the time, so he thought it was just a matter of changing clothes, and it was so early.

The color of the make-up artist's clothes is very different. The pink T-shirt is paired with a silver sequined vest. The sun almost blinds people's eyes. As soon as he entered the room, he found Yi Cheng, who was madly showing off in front of the computer. Sunglasses Yizhao started nagging, "Oh my little ancestor, why haven't you changed your clothes yet?"

Yi Cheng glanced at his watch: "Isn't there still three hours?"

The makeup artist slapped his thigh: "Three hours? I don't think three hours is too much! Hurry up and stop playing, do you know that your styling is very troublesome?"

Before Yi Cheng finished the round, he was forced to put on makeup. In desperation, he had no choice but to call Fu Mixiao at the top of his voice, "Fu Mixiao, come here and help me fight."

He was dragged by the make-up artist to a room that was temporarily used as a make-up room, and was pressed on a stool by his assistants. He felt that he understood a word in an instant, which was called powerless. When the make-up artist dragged him, he Unable to resist at all, Yi Cheng lowered his voice and asked the makeup artist cautiously, "Is your teacher Tony so strong?"

The makeup artist rolled his eyes at him and slapped him hard on the back: "You are Tony, he is the director!"

As he spoke, he took out a business card from his butt pocket and shook it vigorously in front of Yi Cheng, only to see that there were six golden characters written on the business card - "Design Director".

"See? Hurry up and change!" The make-up artist gave him his business card, turned around and went to do other things.

"Oh..." Yi Cheng took the business card, looked at his back, and tried not to tell him that the title was also on the business card of Mr. Tony in the barber shop at the gate of the base.

In addition to the clothes that Fu Mixiao brought over for him that day, the clothes to be changed today also include some new gadgets.

Yi Cheng looked at the flesh-colored silicone object in a bag and asked the makeup artist with confusion, "What is this?"

The make-up artist was busy making preparations before makeup, so she sneaked a glance at him, "Prosthetic breasts."

"what?"

"Fake breasts." The makeup artist stood up and came to Yi Cheng, took out the prosthetic breasts from the bag, and showed them to Yi Cheng carelessly, "I specially chose them according to your skin color, they are easy to wear, just like a pullover vest, hurry up." Go change it, sweetheart."

Saying that, he pushed Yi Cheng to the changing place.

At this time, Shen Xingchi had just finished changing Kai'Sa's clothes and came out of the temporary "dressing room" surrounded by cloth. When he saw the big lump on Yi Cheng's chest, he yelled.

"Fuck! Brother Cheng! You are so big!" He looked down at his own, then at Yi Cheng's, and said firmly, "You are really bigger than mine!"

Shen Xingchi obviously liked Yi Cheng's one more, and he lingered on it, making it impossible for Yi Cheng to change clothes. The makeup artist gave him a disgusted look, knocked on the back of the makeup chair, and urged, "New Star, come here quickly." Put on makeup."

Only then did Shen Xingchi reluctantly let go of his hand, moved to the makeup chair and sat down obediently.Yi Cheng hurriedly got into the temporary dressing room.

He gestured in front of the mirror for a long time, not to mention, that thing really had the same skin color as him.Yi Cheng looked at himself in the mirror for a long time before mustering up the courage to pinch the fake breasts carefully. It felt...it didn't feel anything, and it still smelled like silicone.

After some mental construction, Yi Cheng gritted his teeth and put on the fake breasts according to the method the makeup artist taught him.

By the time he got dressed and went out, the makeup artist had already done all the key steps of Shen Xingchi's makeup, and the assistant could do the rest.

Yi Cheng obediently sat on the chair, glanced briefly at Shen Xingchi, and decided not to have any hope for the results of her makeup.

He couldn't see it himself anyway.

The author has something to say:

I originally wanted to do two in one, but I’m watching the Spring Festival tonight, half of it will be released first, and I’m writing the other part!