Two-Way Sniper

The weather in April is particularly cloudy and uncertain, especially for Qi Ji, a flower of the motherland that needs photosynthesis, and the mood is not very good recently.

For example, in the game, he made a series of low-level mistakes in his eyes and lost almost 20 points;

For example, his favorite spring-limited strawberry marshmallows, there are only two packs left;

For example, because his cold has not yet healed, Doctor Meng suggested to him with a smirk that day that it is best not to have too much intimate contact with Qin Jue.

When he came out of the infirmary, everything followed him like a small dark cloud, which made him feel aggrieved and took out the two packs of jellybeans in his pocket, and decided to enshrine them in the training room. For the next two days, one day I can only eat one pack to satisfy my hunger.

Unless Qin Jue wants it, no one will give it to him.

But the reality is very cruel. In the unbearable night, he managed to lie down, but he still couldn't help turning over and sitting up. Regardless of whether he had a cold or not, he just ran to the training room in a hurry.

Not far from the door, he picked up his idol bag and slowed down, regaining his composure.

The captain and Cui Shen seemed to have gone out to have sex, most of the coaching team had slept, and only Liu Ze and Qin Jue seemed to be in the room.

He had come to get candy.

But when he saw that figure, his heart was pounding again, and he was unhappy that the coach let Qin Jue smoke second-hand smoke behind his back, and he just wanted to go in and take Qin Jue away to sleep—but under that light, He suddenly heard that the other party was bragging with the coach.

For this reason, he perked up his ears for two seconds with great interest.Right now, Qin Jue is saying that he just wants to play with him and then leave, with an anxious tone.

He understood the meaning of Qin Jue's words, and the main ideas were the same: "I'm a straight man" (only straight men), "I'll break up with him if I play with him" (except for being played by him in bed), "I'm serious Possibly seriously" (I can only beg him not to be like this)...

The other party's tone was hesitant as usual, which seemed to him a kind of cuteness that couldn't be fierce, and after he stopped for two seconds, he suddenly fully understood that he could respond to anything by listening to the sound.

His speech is unexpectedly the type that likes to scream, although the volume is slightly lower because of active restraint, but this does not prevent him from being at this moment, his mind is full of the other party being held tightly by him, easily Red ankles—that's why just when he saw the full and undulating lips speak to him, he answered him truthfully while quickly avoiding his sight. When he came back to his senses, he picked up his candy and retreated tactically.

It's just that after returning to the dormitory, even the sweetness of the fudge filling in his mouth became a comfort. He lay on the bed, his mind was full of unknown things written by the little sister on Weibo.

What kind of little cherry jelly, what is crystal clear, what is sweet and delicious, it seems that it is not an exaggeration to describe Qin Jue, but at this moment he can't do it, he can only hate the food in his mouth, and then use it for nothing. Grabbing the carrot pillow next to the pillow and rubbing it into his arms, he closed his eyes tightly and went to sleep.

He didn't know when the roommates came back, he only knew that when Qin Jue finally lay back beside him in silence, he had evolved to the extreme: listening to the sound is nothing, now he can just listen to the sound of breathing .

The darkness spread, and he habitually turned on the backlight of his phone, but he dared not speak.

The heat suddenly began to surge up and down his body, and within a moment, he could only pretend to be half asleep, and rolled on the side of the bed vigorously, trying to distance himself from Qin Jue.

Otherwise, he doubted that he could really swallow Qin Jue in one gulp.

It is said that boys of eighteen or nineteen are little beasts, but he found out desperately that beasts can still have a moment of rest, but he doesn't want to rest when he catches a cold—this posture, he reckons that even if he dies, he can still Create a flashback for Qin Jue (lower body limited edition).

If this goes on like this, the cocoon on his right hand will probably have to be polished to a fine luster, so the next morning, he didn't stick to Qin Jue for 10 minutes like he usually did, relying on his young age and pretending he didn't wake up. When I got up, I was the first to grope out of the dormitory. After eating, I went to the training room to start customizing, practicing the feeling that I had been missing for the past two days.

In the final analysis, TIPC2018 is not a general-level competition. These days, each competition area has selected its own pre-selection places one after another. Putting all the names together can really shine, so as the number one sniper with high hopes in the mainland competition area, he naturally can't help it. Hope to lose face.

Then, watching Coach Liu hesitate to speak to himself with a worried expression on his face, he repented in his heart while working harder than usual, eating two or three bowls less than yesterday. Putting it in his bowl, he just nodded and swallowed it whole, and then ran to the training room—until he recalled Qin Jue's head down the whole time, and then his heart was pounding again by the other party: Senior is too easily shy, right? It's not like I can't see it, what's the use of bowing your head and not talking?

Next, they still have a lot of training games to play. Although many domestic teams did not get the qualifying places, they are willing to train with the IS team and the Hunting Shadow team. Among them, Wen Rong is the most dubious: [Waiting for a European purchasing agent, remember to register for swimming in advance Ban, come back after losing]

Some memories flooded Qi Ji's mind from this, reminding him of Qin Jue's vicious look towards him in the training match at the beginning, and also remembered the sentence on New Year's Eve, "Actually, I have liked you a long time ago, but you still Call me fierce in the game" - so a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he couldn't help whispering a few words into the microphone in a hoarse voice, which roughly meant: I remembered that time, but it seems that I can't go back.

——The Qin Jue back then was the underworld boss who opened and poured a bottle of Lafite in 82. Unlike now, he could only meow under him.

So, after speaking, he couldn't help turning his head to look at Qin Jue quietly.Sure enough, the other party also seemed to remember the awkwardness and refusal to recognize him when they first met, and turned his head to cover his face with his hands, as if he was too shy to look at him.

Because of this, his heart was beating happily, and he was about to go over and touch Qin Jue's head, but at this moment, Liu Ze came over again, as if he wanted to say something to him.

He shuddered, like a bad kid caught by the teacher in charge, quickly turned his head and pressed his earphones tightly, staring at the game interface that had just been scheduled for a new round.

Fortunately, Liu Ze lingered behind him for a while, but turned around and left without criticizing him.

He breathed a sigh of relief, although he didn't understand why Liu Ze was staring at him so closely today, but he still didn't dare to do it again, and focused on playing the ranking round after round like atonement, and decided to complete more training—— It wasn't until 03:30 in the morning that only the analyst was left in the training room to greet him. It's time to go to bed, Xiao Qi, are you afraid of a more serious cold?

Qi Ji suddenly raised his head from the sound of gunshots and footsteps, only to realize that the people around him were almost scattered. When he returned to the dormitory, several roommates had also fallen asleep.

Only the darkness beside Qin Jue's bed stunned him. He quickly turned on the backlight of his phone and walked over, fearing that the other party might not be sleeping well.

Fortunately, perhaps because of the presence of Cui Shen and Shen Dui, Qin Jue slept soundly.

Qi Ji finally breathed a sigh of relief, dimmed the backlight of the phone and threw it on the bedside.

However, after staring at Qin Jue's peaceful sleeping face for a while, he almost threw himself on him like a beast—to prevent Qin Jue from being able to participate in the training tomorrow, and to prevent himself from having three legs broken by the coach, he just Neng raised his head and stood aggrieved for a while, then blushed and groped into the bathroom.

Then, Qi Ji thought about Qin Jue for three seconds, then couldn't help lowering his voice, and began to practice traditional crafts.

In the dim light, his obscene right hand and delicate eyebrows began to form a strong contrast, but he still pressed against the wall and held the handle tightly, but he didn't care about any thin layer of sweat covering his jade-like neck, his legs were limp and he raised his head He groaned.

After returning to the bedside again, he was finally able to lie peacefully next to Qin Jue, and even sniffed his uncomfortable nose when he was free, thinking about why the shot against Wen Rong didn't hold down today.

But just as he was gasping for breath from the pain of the shot, Qin Jue, who was supposed to be asleep beside him, suddenly moved vigorously and slipped into his arms unexpectedly.

Before Qi Ji could react, the hot thing wrapped around him tightly, and a series of voices came out of nowhere, hesitant, confused and trembling: "I'm sorry, Xiao Qi...it's all me, it's my fault, I'm fucking You are a heartless scum, you can ignore me, you can think that I lied to you, you can want to break up, but you listen to my explanation - you, you must not cry, okay?"

The night was dark, and Qin Jue finally started to cry anxiously, repeating "I'm sorry", "I shouldn't make you sad", "I'm too old except for going to bed...I, how can I make you cry"—— But Qi Ji was stunned, feeling an inexplicable sense of comfort, but he didn't know how many millions of question marks had erupted in his head.