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

Ji Xing pushed open the door of the training room.

Scared by Zhu Lan's intimidation, the three people who hid back in the training room were squatting together, not knowing what they were secretly plotting. Seeing Ji Xing coming, they immediately bounced back onto the chair like a spring, and started the game. Open the game, Doudizhu's Doudizhu, trying to pretend to be serious.

The training room was filled with cheerful sand sculpture atmosphere of "grab the landlord!", "don't grab it!", "double it!"

Ji Xing: "..."

With everyone wanting to gossip but not daring to speak, he sat back in his seat with the expressions of almost holding back internal injuries, ordered a round of queue, and then swiped his phone.

In fact, there is nothing to look at on the phone. Ji Xing does not read Weibo, and uses phone calls as much as possible to communicate with people. I don't have the habit of "reading the memorial to Moments first when I wake up in the morning".But without looking at his phone, he didn't know what to do.

The words that Zhu Lan said just now were blown into his ears by the wind, filling his mind with Zhu Lan's faint smile.

Whether it is Ephemeral as CNG or Zhu Lan himself, his promises are all attractive.It is also because it is tempting, so it is not easy to give.Ji Xing flicked his phone up and down mechanically, and after a while he felt something belatedly, thinking that Zhu Lan might have done it on purpose.

Ji Xing is self-reliant, but he is willing to jump into this small trap every time.

That was the case two years ago.

——This bitch!

The more he swiped his phone, the more restless he became? The screen was clicked.Mao Mao timidly came out from behind the screen with big round eyes and asked, "Brother Ji, what are you doing?"

Did Ji Xing take a look at the screen that was about to be smashed by himself: "...it's okay."

Maomao: Oh 0.0

Ji Xing took a deep breath, forced himself to suppress his emotions, put down his phone and prepared to start training.Just as the phone was put back on the table, the screen suddenly turned on again.

Gu Yu, who just passed the friend verification, sent two messages.

[hello. ]

[Ji Shen welcomes you to visit RAC in the future. ]

Ji Xing replied yes.

He has a good impression of Gu Yu, e-sports respects the strong, what he heard from others earlier was not as convincing as the actual combat.In the three rounds, Ji Xing and he faced each other head-to-head in two rounds. This person's awareness of the situation, prediction, and detailed operations are very comprehensive, and he is undoubtedly at the top level. Besides, CNG and the others seem to be very close to Gu Yu Come on, friendship is not fake.

The professional player's hand speed typing is like playing games. Just after the message of Ji Xing was sent, Gu Yu sent another message in the blink of an eye.

[You played really well, the first game surprised me. ]

Ji Xing: [The first game is a gamble, there is an element of luck, I can't beat you if I meet you head-on. ]

He was telling the truth. If he hadn’t happened to have a smoke bomb in his hand in the first round, and the surrounding bunkers were relatively simple, he might not have been able to take down Gu Yu’s tough bone. It is indeed not as calm as Gu Yu.

Gu Yu sent a laughing emoji: [Who knows the situation of the competition, winning means strength, Ji Shen, don't be humble. ]

[By the way, your captain is not around now, is he? ]

Journey: [?not there. ]

[That's fine, save him and said that I poached his corner, this dog is a stingy guy, and a thief to protect his weaknesses. ]

It was the first time that Ji Xing heard someone use the word "stingy" to describe Zhu Lan, and found it quite novel, so he couldn't help but look away a few more times.

Zhu Lan had just returned to the training room. She was standing next to the water dispenser to receive water. She looked back as if she had sensed something, and happened to catch Ji Xing's fluttering gaze.

After all, people who talk behind their backs still have a guilty conscience, not to mention the previous stubble.Ji Xing put down his phone, and stared back at the screen as if nothing had happened.

The practice matches are to help the team to get in, but after all the daily training is the most important.Everyone was very conscious, and after a few words, they went back to everyone and continued training.

Zhu Lan sat next to Ji Xing, staring at the screen intently.He typed with a trumpet, and the ID seemed to be randomly photographed on the keyboard with his hand. A few letters were put together, Ji Xing glanced at it inadvertently, and felt that it looked familiar.

Zhu Lan has always been very serious in training. I heard coach Lu Kai accidentally mention that during the craziest period of his training, he could stay in the training room for sixteen or seventeen hours a day.

He was serious about training, and no one else was swearing anymore. The only sound in the training room was the sound of keyboard and mouse tapping, as well as the sound of cups knocking lightly on the table.Throughout the afternoon and evening, apart from the necessary communication, Zhu Lan never mentioned what he said when he stopped Ji Xing in the living room in the afternoon.

After all, he was a professional player, and Ji Xing didn't let this kind of episode interrupt his practice rhythm. He only made room at the end of the team training at night and rethought for a while.

He sat expressionlessly for a few minutes, lifted the hem of his T-shirt and wiped his sweaty temples, then took off his shirt with one hand, and carried it into the bathroom.

The boy took a quick shower, but after cleaning up, it was almost two o'clock.He lay on the bedside and brushed his phone to pass the time, but after just a while, the upper and lower eyelids began to fight, and the dizziness when he woke up at noon came back after he relaxed. When my hair was dry, I simply put down my phone and went to sleep.

He didn't sleep deeply, and felt dry mouth and throat in a drowsy state.The thin air-conditioning quilt seemed to be hot, and it couldn't cover her body, and it slid on the floor while turning over.

Ji Xing was a little tired from the quilt that had been falling down, half asleep and half awake instinctively wanted to pick it up, struggling to open his eyes.

While struggling, a cold hand patted his forehead lightly.

With a temperature that was incompatible with the room, that hand rested on Ji Xing's forehead, as gentle as a fleeting dream.

When Ji Xing raised his eyes, he was facing a pair of light-colored pupils.

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Merry Christmas my babies~