[Dark Table] Brotherhood is not established

"Game, haven't you differentiated yet?" Lan Shen pretended to ask casually as the screen changed from color to black and white, waiting for the characters to be resurrected.

"Ah, yes." A simple response, manipulating the characters to avoid the enemy's skills, but soon the game screen turned black and white due to the crowd.

"It's too late for your differentiation, right? Haven't you seen a doctor?"

"I went to see it, but I haven't found out the reason." Stretched my waist, and my body was a little stiff after playing the game. The seats in the club are not dedicated to gaming seats, and I always feel uncomfortable after sitting for a long time. Comfortable.

"Don't you want to break up earlier?" Lan Shen asked softly, his knuckle fingers touched the back of Yu You's neck and pinched it there gently, and he received the boy's cry of pain within a few strokes.

"It hurts, it hurts." The boy dodged, but the hand on the back of his neck seemed to grow on his neck, and he couldn't dodge it no matter what.

"Be patient, pinching it a few times will make it much more comfortable." The skin under the fingers is delicate and smooth, which makes people love it. There are no glands in the flat back of the neck, and this kind of movement will not cause more reactions.

If the boy was an Omega, his body would have gone limp if he pinched the back of his neck like this for a long time.

His eyes darkened slightly, Lanshen patted the boy's back lightly and withdrew his hand: "Okay."

The unsuspecting boy moved his neck, and the characters on the screen had been resurrected, attracting his full attention again.

"It's good not to divide, it's very convenient to play professionally." The game continued the topic just now, but there was no response. After the end of the round, the people around him spoke to him again.

"I received an invitation from the DM team, and they still lack a mid laner substitute."

Lanshen took off the earphones, and he turned the gaming chair around so that the boy faced him, with his hands resting on the armrests of the seat. He was taller than the gaming chair, causing him a lot of pressure.

Lanshen's face was full of seriousness, he was inexplicably nervous, he always felt that he was about to hear some terrible news.

"I recommended you to them."

Owning the game's past is nothing.

"So, the game, do you want to try it?"

Because it's never a level playing field.

"Go DM with me."

I will take him away from you.

"Let's go to the World Championship together to win the championship."

His future is doomed without you.

Sir Atum.

The amethyst-like eyes shrank like a cat in fright because of Blue God's words.

The training room fell silent, only the sounds of other members pressing keyboards, and the game sound effects coming from their headphones.

Everyone focused on their own training, and did not notice the strange atmosphere between the two core members of the team.

You You shrank on the chair, he didn't seem to react, he moved for a long time.

As if he finally comprehended the meaning of Lan's myth, the stone slowly fell into his heart.

In the calm, there was a huge wave.

When he came back from the game at night, Yatum felt something strange.

He didn't go forward, but leaned aside, watched the game and said goodbye to the man named Blue God.

The relationship between the two seems to be better than before.

Yatum has always been a thoughtful person. The family education he received since childhood allowed him to control his emotions at all times, and taught him never to reveal his goals first.

But there are always exceptions to everything. Everything he has learned is useless when facing the game.

"Did something good happen?"

There was light in Yu Yu's eyes, although it was not obvious anymore, but Atum could still feel the excitement from him.

Moreover, this emotion is still related to that blue god.

This is not a good sign.

"Hey, I'll tell you later~" Yu You smiled mysteriously, and went upstairs cheerfully.

The premonition was verified later, and the time of school games was occupied by Blue God except for class.

After school in the evening, both of them are busy with each other's training, and they can't get together in time.

Atum's face darkened at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The basketball hit the hoop heavily, bounced a few times and rolled out of the field after falling to the ground.Putting his hands on his knees, Yatum panted and pulled up the jersey on his chest to wipe the sweat off his face. In the distance, Kyoko patted his palms and reminded everyone to rest for 10 minutes.

Sitting on a chair alone and adjusting his breathing, when the cold water bottle was stuck to his face, Atum was startled, and looked up to meet the girl's smiling eyes.

"Here, drink it. What's wrong with you? In a bad mood?"

After thanking him and taking a sip of water to feel his breathing easier, Yatum said lightly: "No."

"It's all written on your face, didn't you notice that everyone bypassed your training today?"

"Feel sorry."

"Ah, ah, I don't mean to blame you." Kyoko waved her hand, sat down next to Yatum, and asked in a low voice, "Did you quarrel with the game?"

"No, it's just that we rarely see each other recently."

"Ok?"

The girl tilted her head and waited quietly for the next sentence. The boy next to her frowned as if trying to figure out what to say, before hesitating for a long time and saying: "There are other people following him all the time."

"puff--"

Noticing the suspicious gaze cast by Yatum, Kyoko covered her mouth and tried hard to hold back her smile, but her trembling shoulders showed that she really couldn't help it.Laughing until tears came out, the girl barely stopped.

"Yatum was jealous."

"I didn't, it's just that there seems to be something missing between us."

Or something more.

Atum himself couldn't explain clearly, he knew that the game didn't intentionally alienate him, but the topics between them kept decreasing.

He can't read the game anymore.

Every day the game is full of energy, but he can't understand that they still live under the same roof, and they still get out of school together.

But it's not the same.

"Go and talk to the game, it's useless to take it to heart." The girl said seriously, pinching her chin with one hand.

"Didn't Yatum say that the two of you have talked about everything since you were young? It must not be what you want if it suddenly becomes like this."

"I..." The sound of music from the chair beside him interrupted Atum's words, and the name displayed on the phone made him frown instantly.

Like Kyoko waving her hand, Atum walked outside the arena and answered the phone.

"Master. The war has begun."

The person on the phone spoke in a respectful tone, but these five short words contained too much content.

"Master wishes you to come back at once."

Kyoko was sitting on a bench in the gymnasium. She looked down at her watch. The rest time was almost over. It was time to inform the players to continue training. As soon as she stood up, she saw Yatum walking back with her mobile phone. heavy.

"Kyoko, can I ask you something?"

"Okay, what's the matter?"

"It's almost the game's birthday, can you accompany me to choose a gift?"

His time is running out.

The family does not allow him to continue to be self-willed.

TBC