The King is Difficult [E-sports]

——Xing Yi couldn't imagine what it would be like for Xiao Cun and Ye Qingcheng to get along.

That day he dreamed that he was covered in blood, leaning against a boulder with a dying and pitiful appearance, raised his head and said to the approaching person: Qingcheng, are you really going to kill me?

The upturned corners of Ye Qingcheng's eyes, the thin chin, the sharp eyebrows, and the right eye slightly covered by the hair are all exactly the same as in reality—however, he is dressed like a handsome young hero from ancient times, with a pure body The white clothes were stained with large swaths of red, and the ice-blue sword was also filled with the stench of blood, which formed a stark contrast with the spotless cold and proud face.

Xing Yi didn't have time to think about what kind of jb thing this scene is, and found that he also had a sword in his hand, but his right hand was full of scars, and he didn't have the strength to hold the sword at all. Walking over, every step is stepping on the bitter cold wind and icy snow.

"Senior brother, anyone who betrays the sect deserves to die, do you know that?" he said.

—Brother? ?

Xing Yi was stunned for half a second, and was about to ask if you had a second-year illness and I was your grandfather, but he felt that he was inexplicably unable to move, and he could only see the blood flowing from the wound on his body, tearing his coat Stained and drenched.

And when Ye Qingcheng's sharp and cold eyes got closer, Xing Yi found that his voice trembled even more.

——From the joking "brother, tell me, didn't I just steal your private money and go whoring?" to the sentence "Qingcheng...don't", Xing Yi couldn't control himself, but the other party stepped on the thin snow But the footsteps didn't even have a trace of hesitation, and soon came to him not far away, and raised the sword to him decisively.

The wind blew on Ye Qingcheng's face, making his eyes even more heartless. Xing Yi knew it was a dream, but he felt his chest was cold, as uncomfortable as being scratched by a rusty knife—he always teased Ye Qingcheng in the past, asking if your name is true cultivation It came out of the novel, quickly come to a golden acupuncture point, tomorrow's five kills will take me to lie down and win - now it's good, the opponent has indeed become the Ye Shaoxia he said, but he himself is still the villain BOSS, it seems that he can't escape no matter what Blood splattered three feet, and the fate of dying at the hands of a close friend.

However, after a few seconds of sudden cold wind mixed with snow flakes that was so strong that people could not open their eyes, a figure appeared inexplicably, completely lying between the two of them.

——The tall and straight figure is undoubtedly Xiao Cun, but his hair is all white and very long. Xing Yi was stunned and almost called out his name, but the other party had already pulled out his hand suddenly. The sword, and then calmly approached Ye Qingcheng's throat.

Xiao Cun's sleeves just drew a gentle arc in the cold light, and within two seconds clusters of faint blue light came from nowhere around the sword. All of Ye Qingcheng's actions were stopped for a moment.

Then, Xiao Cun spoke coldly with his usual clear voice.

——"The wound on his body...was it you who stabbed him?"

In just a second, the white hair blown by the wind brushed Xiao Cun's beautiful eyes, but it did not conceal the cold ferocity in them. He opened his eyes, and then, almost instinctively, he grabbed the people around him with all his might.

The sun fell on him instead of the wind and snow, and it took him a long time to listen to his clear heartbeat and gradually calm down.

——It turned out to be a dream.

No... What kind of fucking weird dream is this? ——After thinking clearly about what happened in the dream, Xing Yi rubbed his face and forced himself to think about something else—anyway...it must be the fault of those two idiots whose surnames fit the classic configuration of martial arts novels Otherwise, there would be no such mess——

"Well?"

However, under the dry light in the early morning, Xiao Cun was quickly dragged into a daze and opened his eyes, which made Xing Yi, whose thoughts were interrupted, only grit his teeth and hug him tightly.

"...What's the matter?" Xiao Cun also instinctively freed up a hand, hugged the person in his arms tighter, and teased with some unconsciousness: "Bai Shen... took advantage of me?"

But Xing Yi just buried his face in his chest and shook his head, uncharacteristically, he didn't fight back.This made Xiao Cun gradually sober and confused, and quickly rubbed him worriedly: "Shaking his head so hard...have a nightmare?"

The movement of resistance that appeared in his arms immediately showed that his guess was correct, so he chuckled lightly and plucked Xing Yi's ear, his voice was light: "White God is also sometimes frightened by nightmares?"

This time the other party finally struggled and said, "...I dreamed that you were squeezed dry by me, and you can't release your hair at a young age." He also ordered him to say: "Anyway, it's all your fucking fault. I didn't sleep well all night. If you don't sleep well again Coax me to sleep for a while!"

Xiao Cun frowned slightly, but the smile on the corner of his mouth became more obvious.

He didn't know what he did wrong—after all, he cried and said that it was Xing Yi himself who wanted more—but he liked the abnormal appearance of Xing Yi, who had always been mature and frivolous, so he coaxed: "... Be good, I'm not good, I shouldn't listen to you too much at night, and make you cry."

Soon his thumb lightly touched the corner of Xing Yi's eyes, and the other party gradually began to hesitate: "Who, who the hell told you this..."

Xiao Cun naturally nodded in agreement, and wanted to just hug this guy and sleep for a while, but the other party continued to ask unreasonably: "Will you coax God Ashes? ... How about you sing a song."

However, these words hit Xiao Cun's weakness completely, and made him startled for a long time, and his face finally began to turn red: "...I, but I'm not very good at..."

"It doesn't matter," Xing Yi urged: "You sing a few words in a low voice to coax me and fall asleep. How easy it is for me to support~ Don't make excuses for me."

"But..." Xiao Cun was still very embarrassed: "I don't know many songs..."

——But Xing Yi actually liked Xiao Cun's overwhelmed look, so he soon abducted Xiao Cun to speak, and at the same time pulled up the quilt a little to avoid disturbing Chi Yang.

He wanted to put that dream behind him, so he naturally began to look forward to Xiao Cun's singing with all his heart - he thought that the other party's "not many songs can sing" meant that he could not sing very well, so he was ready to laugh at it This Bingshan face was ready to feel ashamed, but when Xiao Cun finally spoke for a few seconds with his lips pursed and flushed, he completely regretted it.

——Who would have thought that in this lingering blanket, his ascetic god of ashes would sing to him the best "Ode to the Motherland" with a calm and moving voice? ?

So at around 10 o'clock in the morning, when their ADC Chi Yang finally woke up, he vaguely heard the conversation in the next bed like this——

"Can you sing anything else?"

"...I, I will also sing ten to send the red/army away."

"...you fucking send me on my way first!"

During the whole day's training, Xing Yi was full of depression, Xiao Cun also changed his usual seriousness, and occasionally went to scratch Xing Yi during the queue, saying hesitantly, husband, don't be angry, but Xing Yi always patted his hand, Answer: I am the flower of my motherland, how could I be angry with you for such a thing.

——In that day, Xiao Cun, who felt that he had done something wrong, did not know that Xing Yi was actually just thinking about that unlucky dream repeatedly, and secretly dealing with Ye Qingcheng's constant messages.

Ye Qingcheng said, [Don't answer me? ][Or you can't call him at all? ][He will pretend to be aggressive and not speak]

He also said, [His fans stalk my husband and fuck me every day in his live broadcast room, and he doesn’t care] [Don’t just think you are talking about it unilaterally]

Ask more directly—[Has he passed you by? ]

This straightforwardness made Xing Yi feel more and more that if Xiao Cun and Ye Qingcheng met, the scene in his dream would come true sooner or later, so he made up his mind to procrastinate on the grounds of training and team promotional shooting. After perfunctory Ye Qingcheng for almost a month, he finally planned to fool this matter.

During the time when the red wolf won or lost, Xing Yi had no other communication except occasionally talking to Ye Qingcheng about the game, and the other party never approached him in the double row as before when the game was online. On the contrary, he was in Li Yishi Invited by him, he spent more time with that high-playing girl.

The IS team has also gradually stabilized its style of play due to the improvement of the bottom lane. In addition, the cooperation between Xing Yi and the middle and upper lanes has always been tacit, so the team points are naturally fixed to the forefront, and the official is fine. "Win" as a gimmick, which can be regarded as attracting some people who did not watch LSPL games before.

Just when Xing Yi thought that everything would go on so peacefully, his best friend who was always maverick immediately slapped him in the face and told him what it meant to be able to escape the first day of junior high school but not the fifteenth day.

——It was a peaceful rest day, Xing Yi had just entered the infirmary to look for the team doctor after studying the videos of the two games, when he suddenly heard a staff member outside the door saying, why did Ye Qingcheng come to our place?

Xing Yi was startled by these words, he quickly pulled up his sleeves and quickly said hello to the team doctor to go out to see what's going on, but just as he came out of the door, he saw Ye Qingcheng's approaching face - there was an old fox in the distance Chatting with the front desk, Xing Yi was shocked and realized in a second that Ye Qingcheng must have come in through Li Yishi.

Then, before he could even put on a smiley expression, Ye Qingcheng took a step forward: "I just asked you two staff members, and they said that you are in the infirmary... What, you have a cold?"

Xing Yi was taken aback, and quickly put on a relaxed look of surprise: "...wait a minute, brother, don't you fucking explain what you are here for—"

The other party was a little taller than Xing Yi, and the serious expression of not answering the question but continuing to ask "did you catch a cold" was a bit overwhelming, so after a long while, Xing Yi remembered that while quickly leaving the scope of the infirmary, he cleared his throat and said: "...It's like this when the seasons change, take the medicine for two days and you'll be fine."

Ye Qingcheng walked beside him, and didn't have any doubts about his words: "Oh... I used to catch cold easily, so be careful."

"...Don't, a pack of the magic medicine banlangen will be enough to pay attention to."

——The two hadn't seen each other for several months, and when they got together again suddenly, there was a natural familiarity and an embarrassing strangeness. They didn't look at each other along the way, and neither did Ye Qingcheng. Explaining the purpose of coming, he just followed Xing Yi, so Xing Yi had no choice but to avoid the curious eyes of the staff around him, lowered his head and took him to the dormitory for him to sit, and poured him a glass of water.

It wasn't until the other party's glass of water was almost filled that Xing Yi took a little luck and reluctantly asked, "You came to ask us for help?"

"Why am I looking for him?" But Ye Qingcheng put down the cup, not leaving any room: "I'm here to look for you."

Xing Yi unconsciously licked his lips and smoked cigarettes habitually, but just when he was about to ask "what do you want from me", the door suddenly opened with a bang, cutting off all his thoughts.

And what appeared under the backlight was naturally Xiao Cun's figure.

Therefore, the lighter in Xing Yi's hand was also extinguished at once - after all, when he looked into Xiao Cun's eyes at this moment, his mind was filled with the image of the other party's long white hair standing with a sword in hand. However, unlike in the dream, this time , Xiao Cun was followed by Chi Yang who was mocking, "I thought Ye Gongzi's mother was dead and didn't have time to come out and hang out. Why did you come to our base today".

Of course Ye Qingcheng wasn't polite, he just said: "Crazy dogs can bark, but unfortunately I can't understand dogs barking."

"You—" Chi Yang wanted to step forward with a face full of dissatisfaction, but Ye Qingcheng ignored him, only raised his eyes to ask Xing Yi for a cigarette, and said, "Forget it, let me just say it...the purpose of my coming today It's also very simple, just make peace with you face to face, the thorough kind."

Xing Yi's hand holding the cigarette stub visibly paused, and after a few seconds, he handed over the whole cigarette case to Ye Qingcheng, his tone sounded loose: "... What is peace, it's not just a matter of a word, you and he Mom must pick an auspicious day to find me?"

Chi Yang resolutely opposed it, and Xing Yi's usual naughty smile was still on his face, but Ye Qingcheng was as serious as he was prepared, and interrupted Xing Yi's action of lowering his head and re-polishing the lighter with one sentence.

"Yes, it's just a matter of one sentence. You should apologize to me in person and say sorry, then... I can forgive you completely."

The author has something to say: I added a few hundred words to this chapter when I replaced it. 233 In the dream, it probably looks like a previous life~ Very handsome and suitable for Xiaocun (no), and it has something to do with some small plots that follow up. 233

Alas, in short, Ye Gongzi's serious personality probably just can't get over the hurdle in his heart (.)