I heard someone wants to raise me

With a bun in his mouth, Wen Cheng didn't know if he was asleep or not, he came up the stairs in a daze, yawning while eating.

Passing by the training room and seeing lights, he was stunned for a moment, and looked down at his watch.

06: 30.

"Why did you get up so early?" Wen Cheng pushed open the door strangely, and saw Jing Xiuzhu's computer was on. He was sitting there with his head propped on his left hand, looking at something tilted on the chair.

Jing Xiuzhu heard the voice and turned his head to take a look.

Wen Cheng looked at his perennially pale face, and frowned: "You don't sleep so early in the morning, what are you doing here?"

Jing Xiuzhu didn't answer, but looked at the steamed stuffed bun in his hand and asked, "Are the steamed stuffed buns delicious?"

Wen Cheng thought for a second, then quickly took a bite each, and looked at him innocently: "Do you want to eat?"

Jing Xiuzhu gave him a sideways look, as if he hadn't spoken.

Wen Cheng gnawed the steamed stuffed bun in twos, pulled over the sole of his e-sports chair and stepped on it, Ma Gan'er was extremely light, and slid to the side of Jing Xiuzhu with a crash.

The interview after the last finals was playing on the screen, the sound was not turned on, and it was very quiet.

Jing Xiuzhu propped his temple with his left hand, and rested his right hand loosely on the mouse. He went back to the beginning again and again, looking at it like he was masochistic.

Wen Cheng felt that the buns he had just eaten had become tasteless.

The defeat of FRG in this competition is called a disgrace to the e-sports circle. The huge title is not polite, and the gold-plated giants team has once become a laggard.

Bearing the brunt, Jing Xiuzhu's Weibo was the first to fall, under his only Weibo, Ling Chi, who never sleeps.

These people like FRG, and it is inevitable that they will be disappointed if they lose the game. However, there is another more important reason, which is Jing Xiuzhu.

He has won the world championship since his debut, and he has not lost all the way. He almost opened the myth of the e-sports circle. Everyone thought that this time he won the championship without any suspense, but in the end he didn't even make it to the top three.

As much as they like it, they are as disappointed as they are.

"Why are you still looking at this?" Wen Cheng raised his hand and tapped the keyboard to forcefully pause.

"Learn their lines and admit your mistakes to the boss later. Why, Princess Wencheng condescends to accompany me to plead guilty?"

Wen Cheng hurriedly said: "No, no, I will live broadcast later, you should go to the graveyard by yourself."

Jing Xiuzhu turned his head and stared at his face for two seconds.

Wen Cheng's scalp was numb, the tip of his tongue pressed against his teeth, and he turned twenty corners abruptly, flattering: "Ah, no, I mean I'm not worthy, what status do I have! Corpse picker! You are the face of our team , the man is handsome and the technology is stable, who can give you a Jedi gunslinger."

Jing Xiuzhu raised his eyebrows and smiled: "Come on, go on, let's praise for another 5 minutes."

Wen Cheng snorted: "Get out, don't be ashamed."

Jing Xiuzhu turned off the computer and stood up. Wen Cheng stopped him from behind, as if he didn't know how to speak.

It's been three days since he came back from the game, and he hasn't thought about it. He always feels that Jing Xiuzhu doesn't understand what he wants to say, just.

"Captain, this failure...is not your problem."

Jing Xiuzhu held his coat with one hand, and looked down at the tip of his shoes when he heard this, but he didn't look back, he just waved his hand: "I'll go out for a while."

Wen Cheng looked away thoughtfully, and inadvertently caught a glimpse of seven or eight extinguished cigarette butts lying quietly in the trash can by Jing Xiuzhu's hand.

He was startled.

Doesn't Jing Xiuzhu...don't smoke?

**

When Ning Jianjing stepped into the team base, the sun had already climbed to the sky, and he swaggered in with the car keys and a fresh rose.

"Sir, who are you looking for? You can't go in from above! Wait a minute!" The little girl Chen Xin at the front desk saw that he was about to go upstairs, so she hurriedly stopped him.

Ning Jianjing stopped and turned around.

Chen Xin involuntarily looked at him, from the watery rose on his fingertips, to a small piece of skin on the neckline and the looming collarbone.

She controlled it with one hand, and it took all her strength to pull her eyes back from his hand.

This person's hands are very beautiful, the green flower stems make them more slender and white, and even the bones are delicate and clear. If they are grabbed by such hands, they are willing to be dragged into hell.

"That... who are you looking for?"

"Jing Xiuzhu." Ning Jianjing loosened the flower with his fingertips and inserted the flower into the pen holder on the right, trembling suddenly, a drop of water fell.

Chen Xin was stunned.

Ning Jianjing rested his fingers on the reflective crystal table at the front desk, and tapped twice with his fingertips, his slightly retracted eyelashes were black and long, and if there was any substance in the air, it would create a layer of ripples.

"Is there a problem?"

Chen Xin handed over the visitor record and the pen, "Please register here first. If you don't make an appointment in advance, we are not allowed to meet the contestants here... Thank you for your cooperation."

Ning Jianjing looked down at the pen and paper, a faint smile suddenly appeared in his eyes, and asked, "Do you know your boss's name?"

When Chen Xin touched his smile, she could hardly think, and nodded confusedly.

When she came, she was told that the owner of this team was Ning Jianjing, and because there were no other women in the club except her and the indifferent team doctor, she didn't even have anyone to gossip about, so she didn't know How old is the boss and what does he look like.

What does he ask this for?

Ning Jianjing raised his hand to take the cheap plastic fountain pen on the visitor record, and wrote three characters smoothly and ostentatiously, occupying three grids exclusively.

Ning Jianjing.

Chen Xin was startled, "Boss!?"

This...she swallowed, swallowed the word "gouren" back together with her saliva, "wait, wait a moment..."

With trembling hands, Chen Xin picked up the phone and started dialing. She couldn't help but cast another glance at him. Such a young man...could be a lie.

Ning Jianjing turned his head away and pushed back his sunglasses, looking at the team base expressionlessly.

There is a huge floor-to-ceiling window facing south, warm-colored fabric sofas are scattered irregularly, a few pots of green radishes are placed on the solid wood shelf, and there are some flowers and plants that he doesn't recognize, which are well-raised.

The sun shone in from the outside, lightly covering it with a layer of golden soft gauze.

Well, missing a cat.

"Ouch, the boss is here. I just gave lessons to those brats. I'm not far away." A deep voice came from behind, with a hint of laughter.

He turned his head and saw a man going up and down the stairs on the right. He was very tall, at least close to 1.9 meters.

He wasn't wearing a team uniform, the cuffs of his black linen shirt were neatly folded to his forearms, and his slender eyebrows and eyes were absolutely aggressive.

Although there was a smile on the corners of the eyes and brows, it still made people feel an oppression that could not be ignored.

Ning Jianjing's eyes stayed on his face for a few more seconds, looking from his eyes to the tip of his nose, and then from his lips to his toes.

As if it was a reward at the end, he gave a smile and said, "Jing Xiuzhu?"

Jing Xiuzhu walked up to him, and crushed him with an absolute height advantage.

"Oh, this is not a meal, how about I take you up for a visit first?"

"No need, where is the office, I'll go to sleep for a while." Ning Jianjing was not in the mood to be polite to him, and put the sunglasses back on the bridge of his delicate nose.

"President Ning asked you to familiarize yourself with the business of the club." Jing Xiuzhu reminded lightly.

Ning Jian Jing waved his hand behind him, and said indifferently: "How to solve it before, and how to solve it in the future, don't look for me."

Jing Xiuzhu smiled and thought in his heart, if he had a 98k in his hand now, this idiot with a sloppy face would have already lost his head.

Get him used to it.

Jing Xiuzhu raised his voice and said: "Is the condition of the office a little bit bad? Where can I rest here? Xinxin, call the decoration company and ask them to come and decorate a room for our young master Ning according to the president's specifications." lounge."

Chen Xin didn't dare to move, and glanced at Ning Jianjing's face.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, and quickly opened them again, as if he didn't understand the sarcasm, and said kindly: "Look for a design from your heart, this company barely passes the standard, just use the material, and put it on the club's account."

"Yes, this is the only way to be worthy of the status of young master Ning, but during the renovation period, I will wrong you to live in the base dormitory for a few days."

Chen Xin shivered and peeked back and forth between the two, always feeling that there was an invisible and tense atmosphere between the two of them.

Wen Cheng who came down from upstairs opened his mouth when he heard this, and looked at the key in his hand. When he came out just now, didn't he tell himself to get the key to the boss' room?

It's only been a while, why did you change to living in a dormitory with them?

"Xinxin, arrange for someone to buy [-] down quilts and send them to the boss' room." Jing Xiuzhu paused, glanced at Ning Jianjing, who was already looking sour, and asked considerately, "Are you allergic to down? Or buy silk?"

Ning Jianjing turned his head, looked straight into Jing Xiuzhu's dark eyes, and received the bright mocking disgust indiscriminately, and immediately couldn't bear it, "You're endless!"

Chen Xin was taken aback. Jing Xiuzhu's mouth was known to be poisonous in the professional circle, but most of it was an understatement of sarcasm.

It was the first time that one after another was so harshly pierced through balloons that seemed to be wrapped in sulfuric acid, and the people who poured them smoked.

So, she took this "special target" and quickly weaved in her mind an 80-word entangled abuse essay about old lovers separated due to misunderstanding, reunited after a long absence, falling in love and killing each other.

So……

Young Master Ning looked squeamish and couldn't help being teased, as if he couldn't bear such an understatement of ridicule from Captain Jing, he could bear it.

right.

Chen Xin went to see Jing Xiuzhu again, only to see him smile.

"Yes, to be honest, I have no intention of serving you at all, and I don't want to see you, you are just hustling here with your brother's money. You don't want to go to work, right? As long as you can kill me once in the game, You win the bet with your brother."

Seeing that Jing Jing gave him a fixed look, Ning also retorted: "It's up to you?"

Jing Xiuzhu: "It's up to me."

Wen Cheng felt that it was impossible to let things go on like this, so he opened his mouth to smooth things over: "Team Jing..."

"Because you will never win me in this life." Jing Xiuzhu ignored Wen Cheng, but took a step forward, condescendingly bullying Jin Ning into Jing's ear, and smiled softly: "Little friend, do you know what a lifetime is?"

Ning Jianjing lifted his eyelids and met his provocative gaze. He has eaten everything in his life, but he can't take the aggressive method.

When Jing Xiuzhu said that, it was as if he had dug a hole and then waved at him.

"If I win you, don't want my brother's bet."

Ning Jianjing raised his eyes, leaned on Jing Xiuzhu's slightly lowered head, and approached his ear as if stepping on his heart: "I want you, kneel in front of me, and broadcast live to your fans."

Chen Xin was so close that his eyes almost popped out when he heard this.

The sparks between these two people are flying, you come and I go back and forth to set a flag for each other, one is wilder than the other.

She looked at Ning Jianjing twice more, stabilized her beating heart, and couldn't help thinking again.

Jing Xiuzhu, who is like a myth in the e-sports professional circle, carefully held this young boss who was about to shed his youthful air, and knelt down in front of him in submission.

Ah, my nosebleeds are about to come out.

Then, Ning Jianjing gave him a sideways glance, provocatively commanding: "Do you dare?"

Ning Jianjing tilted his neck, the delicate skin of the neck was under the sun, almost transparent with a few superficial blood vessels stretched out, the slightly raised delicate jaw and eyes revealed an unworldly arrogance, proud and seductive. people.

Chen Xin felt that from then on, all the novels she read about the sickly queen had gained face.

Jing Xiuzhu didn't answer, and directly raised his hand with slender phalanges, motioning to him silently.

Ning Jianjing snorted coldly, and stretched out his pampered hand, which was a little smaller than Jing Xiuzhu, but also a little more detailed, and even the finger bones were clear.

Two palms intersected and clapped.

"Snapped."

Crisp and loud.

Jing Xiuzhu turned around: "Xinxin took Mr. Ning to the dormitory of the base to rest, and greeted Mr. Ning in the cafeteria of the base at night, and asked Master to cook a few more dishes."

Food, cafeteria! ?

Wen Cheng looked at Jing Xiuzhu in shock, and opened his mouth, a little dazed.

When he went downstairs just now, he also said that he went to Yunjianyue to welcome the little boss, why did he change the canteen of the base!

Is Yun Jianyue's imported master at the same level as our native master?

Chen Xin was still obsessed with the plot of the novel she had woven, and didn't realize it for a while, but was pushed by Wen Cheng, who was ashamed, before regaining her senses, and trotted over two times in a hurry: "Your side, please..."

Jing Xiuzhu looked at Ning Jianjing's back, the half-faded youthful spirit was a little strangely attractive on that overly delicate face, as if it was the ultimate fusion of innocence and debauchery, which made people's palms feel warm for no reason.

Unfortunately, it's an idiot.

He is still an idiot with a negative IQ score. He can't wait to dig a hole without putting bait in it. He was cheated and paid back the money. No wonder his brother put it in his hands to "sharpen".

Wen Cheng walked over, carrying a bunch of keys, and asked hesitantly, "Then this key?"

Jing Xiuzhu glanced at it, took it and stuffed it into his pocket, Wen Cheng looked him up and down: "You two have enmity?"

Jing Xiuzhu's tone was light: "No."

"Then why are you targeting him like this?" Wen Cheng couldn't figure it out. He said in the morning that he would recite the interview lines and ask the boss to take the blame. Why did he use the thorns to beat the boss in the afternoon?

which one?

Jing Xiuzhu had already lifted his feet upstairs, Wen Cheng caught up and continued to ask: "Also, if he really wins you, then you really kneel down for him and broadcast live to the fans?"

Jing Xiuzhu stopped and looked at him sideways: "Will I lose?"

Wen Cheng didn't think it was a big deal when he watched the excitement, he was gearing up and said: "Hey, really, what if the hell happens, you really kneel down for him and broadcast live to the fans, my dear, it's you who will never know you What posture is the male god using for the live broadcast."

Jing Xiuzhu lifted his eyelids, and looked at Wen Cheng with a sneer, "I'll give you a little extra, if I lose to him, I will not only kneel in front of him and broadcast live to the fans, but I will kneel to him live."

Wen Cheng gave him a thumbs up behind his back, and after a while, "It's still yours."

The author has something to say: Jing·Little Uncle·Xiu Zhu: It's fun to hate your wife for a while, but it's always fun to hate your wife

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