Don't fall in love in the Shura field [e-sports]

At one o'clock in the morning, the CNG training time ends.

Zhou Zhou knocked on the door, like the homeroom teacher who was patrolling outside the corridor in the third year of high school, he poked his head out from the glass door in a secretly observing posture, glanced at Ji Xing first, and then shouted at the rest of the people : "Boys, get out for supper."

"Dare to talk to fathers like that! No big or small!"

Everyone chattered, stretched their arms, turned off the phone and stood up, making a noise and walking downstairs.

This group of people's family conditions are pretty good, and after they became professional players and entered the club, they became their ancestors. When I opened the packaging bag, I didn't see the expected logo, so I was still very disappointed.

"Come on, although this crayfish tastes good... But my tongue tells me that it's still delicious... Is this the legend that it's difficult to go from extravagance to frugality?"

"My tongue told me just now, and it thinks so too. It only ate once when Zhan Ji Xing came to report for duty... He returned to his original shape so quickly, Zhou Zhou has no heart."

"I still want to eat that ice cream with dry ice."

Zhou Zhou slapped the table and was furious: "What a ghost! You think everyone is Zhu Lan! If you have too much money, you will burn something so expensive! It's not enough for your extravagance all day long, this day is still alive But?!"

"If you like it, don't you want to eat it! If you don't want to eat it, next time I'll finish eating outside and pack the lobster shells for you!"

The team manager ended his speech emphatically with an angry exclamation.

Mao Mao and Yuan Xing were frightened for three seconds, and then began to beep secretly as usual.

"Irritable, too irritable."

"No wonder I see that the living room where the manager lost his hair recently is everywhere..."

"Isn't it? It scared me. I thought Xuecai was sick at first, but when I looked closely, I found that the hair was curly."

……

It was right not to let these dogs talk too much in the pre-match interview, otherwise CTG would probably be accused of playing dirty psychological warfare and destroying the mentality of the opposing team.

"You guys are dogs! Your family is all pickled vegetables!" Zhou Zhou was exhausted, turned to Zhu Lan and yelled, "Take care of these crazy people!"

Zhu Lan looked at the excitement for a long time with an expression of nothing to do with her, with her fingers still on the packaging bag, she tilted her head and thought about it, and said seriously to the team members: "You misunderstood Manager Zhou, I just went downstairs While drinking water, he also told me that the food has been poor recently, and he feels that he has not taken good care of the team members, so he is very sorry, and decided to take you to eat the hot pot that costs 3000 yuan per family next time for supper.”

Mao Mao and Yuan Xing: "Long live!"

Zhou Zhou:? ? ?

He forgot that compared with this group of players, this captain is the real ancestor.

The manager of the team, who had experienced a lot of blows and was inexplicably praised, was so deceived that he was powerless to retaliate. He couldn't move his hands, so he could only take out the sashimi porridge designated by Zhu Lan from the bag as if in revenge. put it in front of him.

Zhu Lan raised her head and looked at him with the expression of "are you mentally retarded".

Zhou Zhou:?

——Why do you want me to feed you, sir?

Before Zhou Zhou could open his mouth to complain, Zhu Lan lowered his eyes slightly, and continued to unpack the packaging bag in front of him as if he hadn't seen it. His slender fingers freed up, and pushed the bowl of porridge towards Zhou Zhou again. went back.

The people next to him were all fighting with Xiaoye, and there was no time to pay attention to it. Zhou Zhou stood there for a while, wondering what kind of fantasy operation his captain was doing. I sighed with emotion that it is still your Lan Shensao.

"Ji Xing, come, this is yours." Zhou Zhou strolled to the side of Ji Xing with porridge, and patted him on the shoulder earnestly.

Ji Xing was still silently replaying the few rounds he played just now, he didn't care what was in the bowl, and didn't think too much about it, just took it casually.

After Zhou Zhou finished working as a temporary food delivery person, he stood aside and looked at the ignorant Ji Xing, and then looked at Zhu Lan who was pretending to be ignorant not far away, and suddenly felt that the chaotic and peaceful life of the team was a bit boring A sign of something happening, and he had a hunch that it would make him very dizzy, very dizzy.

Ji Xing buried his head in his porridge, and glanced at the team manager who had been standing beside him: "Is there anything else?"

"It's okay, it's okay, it's okay... eat yours, eat yours, come here, peel a little bit of this crayfish, and this barbecue, do you want to eat it? If you don't eat it, wait until they finish it all."

"No, I said, Brother Zhou, your tone is very like a mother-san." Maomao said while gnawing on the skewers.

Yuan Xing held up the crayfish's claws in one hand, and pinched the tail of the shrimp in the other, and leaned over: "I agree, he might think that we are beautiful and wants to raise him and sell him for money... No, what's the travel note?" Is there still a bowl of porridge here? It was clearly not in the takeaway bag just now, did I miss it?"

Ji Xing automatically ignored the first half of Yuan Xing's sentence, the spoon paused in mid-air, and he looked up for a while before realizing that he was indeed the only one eating porridge on the whole table.

"What are you looking at! I usually order porridge for you and don't eat it, but you ask what's wrong when you see others eating it." Zhou Zhou's heart skipped a beat, and he subconsciously glanced at Zhu Lan, laughing guiltyly, "Ji Xingjin It was aired all night, and the non-stop talking was exhausting, I feel sorry for the new players, can't you?"

"What's so fierce, I'll just ask," Yuan Xing curled his lips, and then went back to peel the shrimp shells, "I usually sleep in the live broadcast room at the end of the month and I don't see you feel sorry for me."

Fortunately, the CNG gang doesn't have any big health experts. Except for Zhu Lan's stomach discomfort, no one eats porridge on weekdays, and it's easy to fool. Zhou Zhou heaved a sigh of relief.

Ji Xing stared at the half-drunk porridge in the bowl but was stunned.

I was thinking about other things just now, but I didn’t notice it. Look carefully now. There is thick and glutinous porridge in the small thermos bowl. The white and tender fish fillets are cut into thin slices. Fresh and tender, with just the right rice fragrance, only a little bit of ginger to remove the fishy smell is put in it, and it has been processed into fine powder that can hardly be eaten, and the taste is just right.

Ji Xing is picky about porridge. He only drank plain porridge since he was a child. He didn’t like to put anything else in it. He didn’t want to touch it when he smelled it. Porridge.

How could Zhou Zhou know this?

The young man in a loose team uniform brushed his slightly messy dark red hair, and looked at the man sitting at the other end of the dining table.

Zhu Lan has a bad stomach and dared not eat too much at night. She peeled a few crayfish and tasted them before putting down her chopsticks. She was leaning on a chair and playing with her mobile phone. With a tall nose bridge and half of beautiful eyes, he didn't seem to notice the gaze cast on him.

***

The three people who had a meal had their own thoughts, and when the show was over, Zhou Zhou glanced at Zhu Lan with some reassurance.

Zhu Lan didn't say anything, didn't wait too long, and went upstairs directly, her expression as usual.

——People always follow behind his ass and ask him what he eats or not. When did Lanshen order porridge for others in such a hidden way?Also like a thief.

However, it seems that he always makes an exception for this little white-eyed wolf. He used to be, and he is still by his side now.

You have to make arrangements for him to be at ease.

People's behavior is always difficult to guess, Zhu Lan herself can't figure it out, but she couldn't help laughing at the stupid things she did.

Ji Xing sat on the edge of the table without moving, and only slowly packed up his things after Zhu Lan went upstairs.

He didn't want to make himself think too much, but his brain just couldn't control it, and he couldn't divert his attention.He really wanted to tell himself, don't be too sentimental, maybe it was really just like what Zhou Zhou said, because the people around him didn't eat porridge, so he only ordered one for himself, nothing special.

It's almost autumn, and the air conditioner is turned on at the base. It's not surprising to eat porridge to nourish the stomach, isn't it?

As for those little details that fit inexplicably, it's just the store's usual way of handling it.

Why should you feel special?

You know it's not true, don't you?

Ji Xing felt a little congested in his chest, and he was in a daze, so he couldn't hear Zhou Zhou calling him behind his back.

"One or two, don't worry..." Zhou Zhou watched Ji Xing walking upstairs in silence, couldn't help but slander, and after thinking about it, he also got involved in the middle, and suddenly became more tired .

There is nothing else on the third floor of the base, just a few dormitories and study rooms. There are no computers in the study room, and it is basically just a decoration. Although everyone is noisy during training during the day, their personal qualities are good. The entire third floor is basically quiet all the time. .

Ji Xing stepped on the soft carpet, couldn't hear the sound of footsteps, but felt some abnormal swaying of the soles of his feet, and the faint pain from the temples since the evening training began to clamor again, making people drowsy.

Walking to the door, I saw a piece of clothing hanging on the doorknob.

It is still pure black, without any pattern decoration, it sits there quietly, and it is neatly folded in half very properly.

It was a men's sports jacket with very thin fabric. When Ji Xing came back from shopping outside the club at noon, he put him on the back of Zhu Lan's chair. Zhu Lan pressed him behind him, and he didn't take it away when he left. .

But now it hangs in front of his door.

Either it violated science and grew legs and became a spirit and walked over by itself, or someone took it back.

Ji Xing stared at the dress, feeling as if it was a long time ago.

That dress looked like a goodwill with thorns on it, and it was not right for him to pick it up, or not to pick it up, and he was a little annoyed for a while.

After being annoyed, another indescribable feeling emerged from my heart.

What exactly does Zhu Lan want to do?Does he know what he is doing?

Ji Xing could hardly bear it and rushed to the door of his room, dragged him out and questioned him face to face.

Why on earth should it make people so uneasy and in such a dilemma.

Fortunately, even though he was dizzy, the remaining rationality and self-esteem that refused to bow his head still desperately pulled himself back.

Ji Xing tore off the coat hanging on the doorknob, opened the door and slammed himself on the bed.