I heard someone wants to raise me

There is a sofa in the training room. After Ning Jianjing came, he bought it himself and sent it to someone. He replaced the original slightly rough fabric sofa. He wished he could spread twenty layers of velvet blankets on it so as not to hurt him. Delicate ass.

Jing Xiuzhu remembered that day when he was leaning lazily by the door, and stretched out his hand to direct people: "Throw away this wooden lump, whoever bought it has no taste at all."

That sofa was bought by Jing Xiuzhu.

"There's also that blanket, throw it away too, it's too hard, you'll scratch someone if you put your hand on it, take it away." Ning Jianjing sent people around, his voice filled the entire training room.

"Can you calm down a bit." Jing Xiuzhu finished a round, took off his earphones and threw them on the table, and asked through gritted teeth: "Ning Jianjing, why are you so annoying."

Ning Jianjing stopped talking, turned around and glanced at him, "I'm willing, so it's up to you."

Jing Xiuzhu came back to his senses, resisted the urge to put two nail boards underneath to stab the little bastard to death, looked at his cheeks that were slightly red because of the fever, and his eyes were covered with moisture, without the usual arrogance And domineering and arrogant.

Jing Xiuzhu stretched out his hand to him impatiently, frowned and urged: "Hurry up."

Ning Jianjing reluctantly got up from the sofa, handed the cup over weakly, and happened to show his wrist.

Most of the red marks from yesterday had disappeared, and there was a slight cyan finger mark on the white and thin wrist, which seemed a little shocking, as if if he had had more strength yesterday, the wrist would have been broken.

Jing Xiuzhu's eyes trembled, really so fragile?

Wasn't his crying begging for mercy yesterday fake?Is it really painful?

"Hey, does your hand still hurt?"

When Ning Jianjing heard this, he subconsciously followed his words and glanced at his wrist, hugged the bitten bun, silently pulled off the cuffs to cover up the bruises, and shook his head gently.

Jing Xiuzhu's heart twitched, and he couldn't help but stay on his face for a while longer. Those beautiful eyes were slightly lowered, making people unable to see the stars in those eyes. The large sofa is lined with a small ball, like a clam whose shell has been pried open, trying to bite the shell tightly in vain.

The usual appearance of flaring teeth and claws is clean, but because he is sick, he looks a little pitiful.

Jing Xiuzhu looked away from him, forcibly suppressed the unnaturalness in his heart, and took a sip of milk without taste.

Ning Jianjing blinked his reddish eyes, and said in a hoarse voice: "Where did you buy the low-quality milk? Is there any quality assurance? Pour it out and I won't drink it."

"No."

Ning Jianjing hugged the cup and whispered, "It's fishy."

Jing Xiuzhu forced the milk cup into his hand, and said in a stiff voice: "You are so poor, drink it quickly, or you will wait for me to pour it down for you."

"I'm relying on you two to stop being fishy, ​​team Jing, look at it." Wen Cheng screamed and patted the back of Jing Xiuzhu's chair, "This is fucking wrong, this team."

"Don't worry, I'm not sick. It's really contagious, and I'll sell it to you. Drink it quickly." Jing Xiuzhu glared at Ning Jianjing, then looked away to watch the screen recording.

A show is over.

"Next time."

Coach Lin called out the second and third, and watched the screen recordings of the four games. Jing Xiuzhu's brows became more and more wrinkled, and something was really wrong.

This team has a very strong sense of command. It is not an exaggeration to say that he is a talented player.

"What is this? It was about to be killed, but he used the poison circle to block the house and killed the three people on the opposite side?" Wen Cheng stared at the screen dumbfounded, frowning tightly: "What the fuck? It's okay?"

Jing Xiuzhu pressed the edge of the table and knocked unconsciously with his fingertips: "Go back for 2 minutes."

Coach Lin backed away for 2 minutes as promised, Jing Xiuzhu leaned back in the chair thoughtfully, resting his left hand on his chin, and after a few seconds he pointed to the screen and said: "Look here, originally DI should be Killed, when the second shot."

DI still has a trace of residual blood left, at most one shot will surely kill him.

"Huh?" Wen Cheng got closer and heard a slight gunshot, but the next second popped up was another person's kill notification.

"What's going on here?" Coach Lin was also taken aback.

Jing Xiuzhu said: "Turn to 0.5 times speed."

Coach Lin nodded, pulled back a little bit of progress, doubled the speed again, and stared at the two characters above with wide eyes.

Only then did he discover that Yul, the friend next to DI, had made a very subtle movement before shooting and killing the opponent, which almost disappeared in a flash and was not easy to be discovered.

He quickly blocked in front of DI.

Both Wen Cheng and Coach Lin were shocked in place, staring at the screen dumbfounded and speechless, this speed is too fast!

Coach Lin has watched the screen recording before, and this is the second time. He didn't even realize that this person had this detail before he shot. Moreover, this awareness and micro-manipulation are definitely not at the level that ordinary players can have!

Jing Xiuzhu said: "Although he can kill the opponent without DI, but if Yul doesn't block, they won't get chicken in this round. Blocking the gun this time is very risky and sensible."

Able to steel a gun at the top, and a dog at the bottom, with a quick consciousness and not greedy for heads.

is a talent.

Coach Lin asked: "In the professional circle?"

Wen Cheng shook his head: "Shouldn't be a registered player who has been on the field. I haven't met one. Team Jing, could it be a player from some youth training camp? I came here to practice now."

Jing Xiuzhu rubbed his chin, "I don't think so."

Ning Jianjing hugged the milk and drank it time after time. The red bean paste bun in his arms was already hard and unpalatable, not to mention he didn't have the habit of eating breakfast.

He just wanted to give Jing Xiuzhu a go.

His look of not being used to himself and having nothing to do with him can make him feel good all day long.

Ning Jian looked at him with his chin propped on his hands, and couldn't help but imagine what he looked like on the field. Is he confident and steady, or arrogant and domineering?

Occasionally, those slender hands stretched out a virtual point to point on the screen, and said the highlight operation in that screen, without any mistakes, as if they truly grasped all the glory of this world.

He seems to be the god of this world, born for this arena, strategizing and invincible.

Ning Jianjing couldn't help but think, what if his hand breaks one day.

Well, then you can't play the game.

Gee, how miserable.

After watching the screen recording, Jing Xiuzhu said, "Turn it off."

Xiao Song's mentality was broken, and it was indeed a normal operation.

Jing Xiuzhu stood up, Coach Lin turned off the video, and hurriedly said: "After you finish watching, don't tell them what you just said after a while, kid, you'd better appease and appease them first, or your mentality will be shattered directly. "

"En." Jing Xiuzhu suddenly remembered when, turned around and looked at Ning Jianjing.

"Hey Gold Master~"

Seeing his malicious smile, Ning Jianjing tilted his head defensively: "Why do you call me!"

Jing Xiuzhu smiled softly: "Take you to play?"

Ning Jianjing turned sideways, raised the milk cup, and said, "I haven't finished the milk yet, so I won't go."

Jing Xiuzhu looked at the almost untouched milk in his cup, and made it clear that he didn't intend to drink it. He got up and walked over, bent down to take out the milk from his hand, and drank it in one breath, wiping off the milk stains with his hands .

"After drinking, let's go."

Ning Jianjing: "Jing Xiuzhu, you drink all my milk and drool on me, do you want to kiss me indirectly and take advantage of me? Why are you so shameless."

Jing Xiuzhu put down his cup and sneered: "For the sake of being sick today, if you don't have the same knowledge as you, if you do it again, you will be beaten, do you hear me?"

Ning Jianjing sat up, put his right hand on his bent knee, hooked his fingers towards him, and when he got close, he purposely pressed close to his ear, lowered his voice, and said in a soft and greasy breath: " Hmm...brother, don't hit it...don't hit it anymore, it hurts...I can't stand it..."

Because of a cold, his slightly hoarse and nasal voice was like a small hand, and suddenly scratched the tip of Jing Xiuzhu's heart, which made his heart tremble and his legs almost went limp.

After Ning Jianjing finished speaking, he immediately withdrew, leaned on the back of the sofa and tilted Jing Xiuzhu provocatively, and stretched out his arms towards him, "Come on, hit me."

"Hiss." Jing Xiuzhu stretched out his hand, but Wen Cheng stopped him from behind, and said in a hurry: "Hey, hey, the Jing team is calm, calm, and can't do anything. This is the boss. Domestic violence is against the law, and murder is also against the law. Don't be impulsive." Do not impulse."

"... Let go." Jing Xiuzhu pushed Wen Cheng's arm away irritably, frowning: "Who told you that I'm going to beat him, get up."

"Then you reach out?"

Jing Xiuzhu took a deep breath, suppressed his temper and said, "Go down and wait for me first, I'll be there later."

Wen Cheng thought about it too, the young couple quarreling is flirting, outsiders are not suitable here, coughed and said: "Well, that, let's go down to see the situation first, and call Xiao Song by the way, Coach Lin go away Walk."

Coach Lin glanced sideways at the two of them, and also chose to flee from the battlefield.

"Walk."

Ning Jianjing watched the two escape from the training room with strange expressions, and didn't pay much attention to it. Instead, he turned his head and looked at Jing Xiuzhu with a smile: "Jing team, how about this, you promise me one condition, and I will go with you .”

Jing Xiuzhu suppressed his temper, "Say."

Ning Jianjing stood up from the sofa, took a step forward, reached out to grab his collar and pulled towards him, looked down at his eyes, and said, "Kneel down."

Jing Xiuzhu was slightly stunned, watching his slightly closed eyelids because of looking down, the creases were shallow, his eyelashes were raised again, and he ordered from above, and then stepped on the submission of others, and gave it.

Ning Jianjing unconsciously licked his dry lips, and said in a low voice, "Well, one knee is also fine."

Jing Xiuzhu grasped his wrist, and yanked it towards him fiercely, raised his eyes expressionlessly at this movement, and said, "There must be a limit to what you do, understand?"

Ning Jianjing turned his head indifferently, and smiled sweetly: "Then... where is your limit? I will try my best to work within your bottom line, is that okay?"

Jing Xiuzhu let go, and then separated his fingers that were pulling on his collar one by one, and straightened his collar.

"Whenever you win against me, I will naturally kneel down for you. I will never break my promise." Jing Xiuzhu turned his back, and slowly exhaled the breath that he took in deeply.

"Now, come down with me."

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