【Double Flower】Honeysuckle

In the end, Blossoming Chaos defeated Desert Dust with a 0.3% HP advantage, and Team Hundred Blossoms also defeated Team Tyranny with a total score of 8:2, winning the first match of the Glory League playoffs after the year.

As soon as he entered the player's tunnel, Zhang Jiale hooked Sun Zheping's neck. Facing the cheers from the Hundred Blossoms supporters on the other side of the tunnel, he compared a gun with his right hand and raised it toward the audience: "Piu—"

"What are you doing?" Sun Zheping messed up Zhang Jiale's broken hair, but saw that he first took a sip and blew on his fingertips, as if he had really blown away the white smoke that had just burst out from the muzzle of the gun, and then Just looked up and smiled, the lights in the hall fell into a pair of eyes, as if the Milky Way was shining: "A shot through the heart."

boom.

The gunshots seemed to be delayed, and suddenly exploded in Sun Zheping's chest.The bullet fired from Zhang Jiale's fingertip suddenly turned back and shot straight into his heart.

It really was a shot through the heart.

Sun Zheping pursed his lips, and couldn't help pressing Zhang Jiale's head to his side, squeezing the space between the two of them out a bit: "You're screwed."

"Fart." Zhang Jiale triumphantly cast a wink at Sun Zheping, "Brother, you're the one who hits the target with a single shot, saying that you won't hit a bullet through the heart...Han Wenqing?"

"You hit Han Wenqing?" Sun Zheping was taken aback, followed by Zhang Jiale's froze gaze, and unexpectedly saw Han Wenqing leaning at the end of the contestant's passage.

Han Wenqing obviously saw the two of them, nodded to them, and walked over.

Sun Zheping withdrew his left hand from Zhang Jiale's head, and stretched out to Han Wenqing: "Team Han."

Han Wenqing stretched out his hand to hold Sun Zheping's left hand, and as always, the dark clouds overwhelmed the city: "You are getting more and more crazy."

"Team Han is joking." Sun Zheping's expression froze, and he suddenly laughed: "Team Han has always been so domineering, why bother to laugh at me."

Han Wenqing frowned: "Looking forward to the next confrontation with you."

"To each other." Sun Zheping raised his chin slightly towards Han Wenqing, "But, I must still win."

The two didn't speak after that, they just held hands.Zhang Jiale watched from the side, and even faintly smelled the smell of fighting between dragons and tigers.After much deliberation, he finally reached out and patted Sun Zheping's shoulder, and smiled apologetically at Han Wenqing: "I'm sorry, Team Han, we're going out to hold a press conference."

Han Wenqing glanced at Zhang Jiale, and suddenly said, "Do you want to come to Tyranny?"

"Ah?" Zhang Jiale was taken aback, then rubbed the back of his head with his hands, and grinned, "If that's the case, does Team Han have any intention of joining our Hundred Flowers?"

Han Wenqing smiled clearly and let go of his hand suddenly: "Farewell."

When Han Wenqing's back disappeared at the end of the passage, Sun Zheping suddenly said, "Why don't you go to Tyranny with Han Wenqing?"

"How can I leave like this in front of you? If I want to leave, I will secretly call Han Wenqing and cry to tell me that I was abused by the captain in Baihua and joined Tyranny like a good person." Zhang Jiale gave Sun Zheping a gouged look with a half-smile: "Why? You want to throw me out and win the championship yourself?"

Sun Zheping raised his forehead: "Why did I abuse you?"

"Doujue! I still remember it!" Zhang Jiale spoke eloquently, but suddenly changed his tone: "By the way, grandson, why did you hold hands with Han Wenqing for so long just now?"

"Hey, he is competing with me." Sun Zheping moved his wrist a little, and made a crisp "click" sound with his fist, his face was full of color: "He also compared with me with his left hand, he is also a little Be confident."

"Haha, which one of you two won in the end?"

Sun Zheping winked at him with a smirk: "What do you think?"

Zhang Jiale laughed, and patted Sun Zheping's shoulder heavily: "You really have it!" But he seemed to realize something immediately, and his eyes widened: "No! Do you know how important your hands are? How dare you Just shake hands with people and compete! What if you lose control of your strength and hurt your hand? What if you hurt your hand in the competition? What about our champion?!"

Facing the question marks ejected from Zhang Jiale's bullet screen, Sun Zheping repeatedly begged for mercy: "Okay, I understand, it's not a big deal, look at the way you're making such a fuss..."

"I made a fuss?" Zhang Jiale raised his eyebrows again, "Do you know that you are like this..."

"Oh, oh, I was wrong, Nanny Zhang calmed down." Sun Zheping responded with his mouth, but his hand restlessly stretched out behind Zhang Jiale's back.

"You're the nanny..." Zhang Jiale was about to retort, but Sun Zheping suddenly tore off half of his sweatpants. He was so startled that he withdrew his hands and grabbed the waistband of his trousers: "Damn you, Sun Zheping!"

"Ha ha!"

With one hit, Sun Zheping laughed and rushed out of the player's tunnel.

Since the beginning of the third season, Team Hundred Blossoms has almost been smooth sailing.Years later, the battle against Tyranny, although the ticket to the top four of Hundred Blossoms had not yet been determined, was still a resounding opening shot, blowing up the whole team, and even the entire K City, full of flowers and blood.

With the team's bright future reflected, economic benefits will naturally follow.

On Friday, Team Hundred Blossoms' afternoon training schedule ended ahead of schedule. As usual, Sun Zheping brewed a cup of honeysuckle tea and sat on the bed by the window in the room to watch the new issue of "E-Sports Weekly".Before he turned two pages, he suddenly heard footsteps in the corridor, which was like a sudden rain, "Dong Dong Dong":

"Big grandson—"

With the sound of the door being kicked open heavily with a "bang", Zhang Jiale rushed in from the door, plunged into Sun Zheping's bed, messed up his folded quilt, and suddenly raised his head and smiled: "Hey hey hey. "

Sun Zheping slightly raised his eyelids: "Fold the quilt for me later."

"Hey hey hey..." Zhang Jiale didn't answer, just hugging the quilt and giggling, halfway through laughing, he jumped back to his bed, messing up his own bed.

Sun Zheping sighed, "Looks like I'm really stupid."

Zhang Jiale smirked again for a while, then suddenly his eyes sparkled, he leaned close to Sun Zheping, and whispered mysteriously, "Did you know, grandson, the boss called me to talk just now."

"Oh." Sun Zheping didn't raise his eyes, "Then?"

"Qiang Qiang!" Zhang Jiale showed a card like a treasure, "Guess what it is?" After finishing speaking, before Sun Zheping could answer, he took up the conversation himself: "Salary card! I have earned money in my life." The first salary! 150 million! 150 million! How many points cards are enough for 150 million!"

Sun Zheping shook his head and wanted to close the magazine, but couldn't find the bookmark, so he opened the book and put it aside: "How many years have you been in the team?"

"Huh?" Zhang Jiale rolled his eyes, "If you count this year, it's two years."

"We are professional players, so of course we have to get paid. According to our record, 150 million is not too much." While speaking, Sun Zheping stood up and rummaged through the bag he had thrown into the corner for a while. He also took out a card: "I'll give you 150 million, which means 75 a year. To me, I wouldn't be surprised if you get 300 million a year."

"The boss said that the team has just started to improve, so it's normal if they can't pay." Zhang Jiale's high spirits were brushed away by Sun Zheping, but he laughed again: "Besides, it's 150 million! It's enough for me in K It’s time to buy an apartment! My parents would be so happy if they found out.” Zhang Jiale, who obviously saw the similar card in Sun Zheping’s hand, suddenly squinted and laughed: “So the boss paid your salary first! , You are also a chicken thief and you didn’t tell me. Tell me, how much did you take?”

Sun Zheping walked back to the bed, picked up the magazine on the side, put the credit card where he had just seen it, and closed the book: "200 million."

"Wow, it's not fair!" Zhang Jiale yelled strangely, "Everyone is a fool, why do you have more than me!"

"Captain subsidy, 25 per year." Sun Zheping raised his hand, and tapped Zhang Jiale's head lightly with a magazine: "Do you want you to be the one?"

"Never."

Zhang Jiale covered his head, and glared at Sun Zheping viciously: "You should do the captain's job. As for me—" He held the small bank card in both hands and carefully touched it. Looking at the spring scenery outside the window, he laughed: "Anyway, I am already very happy to be able to stand on the stage and play games."

The sun shone on his face, reflecting a soft golden light.The magnolia trees outside the small building are half-trees, and for a moment, it seems that there is a tree of white doves. In the warm spring breeze, the wings are fluttering, as if they are about to take off, and they hit the window with the sun and fly into him. in the eyes.

Then he stretched a long waist, lay down on Sun Zheping's bed, sniffed the warm smell of the sun shining into the room through the old wooden grille windows, and added in a low voice:

"Of course, it is also necessary to win a championship by the way."

When he opened his eyes again, Sun Zheping's hand was already stretched out in front of him.

"Of course, it is necessary."

Under the golden sunlight, Sun Zheping said with a smile.