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

The travel notes did not give everyone more buffer time, so they reported to CNG with their luggage the next day.

After all, he is 19 years old, tall and has long legs and good looks. The ordinary white T-shirt is abruptly worn out, and the dark red hair tied in the back of the head does not look unconventional. On the contrary, it suits him very much.

"Ji... Brother Ji."

Maomao was pushed forward by Yuan Xing, and gave Ji Xing a dry laugh twice in embarrassment.

This little kid was still immersed in the endless story he heard yesterday, subconsciously equated the person in front of him with the word "finding fault", and glanced at the bag on Ji Xing's shoulder. , I always feel that a weapon will be pulled out from it at any time.

"That... how about I help you carry the bag." Maomao swallowed.

When Zhou Zhou heard the movement, a gust of whirlwind blew out, and he stepped forward and gave Maomao a blow.

I've never seen such cowardice during a quarrel!

The team manager scolded the two bastards in his heart, turned his head and said to Ji Xing: "Don't pay attention to them, the psychotic attack occurs intermittently."

Ji Xing shook his head: "It's okay."

"I thought you had to come two days late, and I'm not ready today," Zhou Zhou said with a smile, "It's better to hit the sun than choose the day."

"Lai Lai Lai just to introduce you," Zhou Zhou pulled Ji Xing to his side, "—Ji Shen, Ji Xing."

"This is Mao Mao, the youngest in the team, playing the assault position just like you."

"That fat man over there is called Yuan Xing..."

"Who cares who is called a fat man?!" Yuan Xing interrupted cursingly, and scratched his head at Ji Xing embarrassedly, "You can also call me fat brother."

Zhou Zhou didn't bother to pay attention to him, rolled his eyes, and continued: "You will know the specific details after playing the practice game a few times. The coach of the team is called Lu Kai, and he will also do replays and data analysis for you."

The team manager introduced all the important people in the team, but he didn't know whether to mention Zhu Lan, he felt guilty, and his voice froze for a while.

Fortunately, Ji Xing didn't seem to notice, his eyes were attracted by Yukina hiding under the sofa.

"Hey, forget about this little guy." Zhou Zhou smiled.

This corgi dog, who is usually eager to go to the house, has rolled himself into a meat ball, revealing its round nose and big bony eyes from under the sofa, grunting and baring its teeth at Ji Xing.

Ji Xing lowered his head and looked at this little fluffy thing.

—— Xuecai stopped baring in an instant, retracted her small snowy fangs, blinked at Ji Xing twice, and let out two motherly and sweet hums from her throat.

……

Is this fucking thing a genius? !Does the dog also look at the value of people's appearance this year? !

The other three people who had never seen such a docile Corgi stood on the spot, and started to think about life in unison.

Ji Xing smiled a little from the corners of his originally indifferent eyes, knelt down, and touched Yukina's round head.

He came in from the outside, with warm warmth in his palms, probably comfortable to touch, Yukina rubbed her legs out from under the sofa a little bit, raised her head and rubbed against Ji Xing's palms, as if she was about to jump into his arms .

But as soon as the fat and short dog's paws touched Ji Xing's knees, the perverted dog changed its target again, and rushed out from under Ji Xing's hands with a "huchihuchi".

Ji Xing made an empty hand and looked back.

Zhu Lan didn't know when she came down from the stairs, she was leaning against the handrail of the stairs, when Corgi who rushed over hugged her calf and pinned her in place.

He looked at Ji Xing, the tear mole under the corner of his eye was obvious.

The whole living room suddenly fell silent.

The originally warm atmosphere suddenly froze, as if the pause button was pressed, everyone suddenly stopped moving.

Yuan Xing and Mao Mao were like cats stuffed under the shower, they looked at each other and dared not make a sound, Zhou Zhou wailed in his heart.

Two men in white T-shirts stood silently facing each other in the living room.

After a long while, Ji Xing smiled lightly. He patted the sticky hair on his hands, and his tone was strangely light: "I wish the captain, long time no see."

Ji Xing stood there, his shirt was clean and white, with a bright smile at the corner of his mouth, he looked no different from a teenage high school student.

Zhou Zhou was stunned, what are you doing?

Even if the two of them didn't take out their knives because they didn't agree with each other, they wouldn't be so happy to greet each other, right?

What medicine did you take wrong?

What level of Shura field is this?

The team manager's eighteen-core brain froze, and he turned to his captain in confusion.

Zhu Lan ignored him, bent down and hugged Xuecai into her arms, let the furry little thing rub against her arms intimately, and looked at Ji Xing with those curved eyes without blinking: "It's been a long time not see."

***

"I almost thought they were going to fight..."

"I'm already prepared. If they fight, I will carry the quilt to the RAC next door to take refuge tonight."

"Is it abnormal for these two to reunite after a long absence? How can anyone say hello like this, so panicked."

The two starting players of CNG sat on the two ends of the table, one on the left and the other on the right. While eating the supper ordered by the captain, they spoke ill of the captain behind his back.

All kinds of takeaways spread out on a table, and the insulated bento bags were printed with the logo of a very luxurious private kitchen, and the freezer next to it was filled with dry ice. Cold ice cream.

Yuan Xing took out a box of mint flavored ones, put them in his palm and turned them around for a while, then sighed quietly: "It's been a long time since I've seen this ice cream, I almost forgot their logo..."

Zhou Zhou was unpacking the bag, and raised his eyelids angrily: "Eat as much as you want, and talk so much nonsense."

Yuan Xing curled his lips, looked up and saw Ji Xing, and waved his hand: "Let's eat together! The captain has an extra meal, which is not usually treated like this!"

Ji Xing shook his head, and took out a cigarette case from his pocket: "I'm going out to smoke a cigarette."

Before Zhou Zhou could speak, Ji Xing had already opened the door and went out.

The team manager turned his head, and asked the two people who were happily sharing supper, and asked very seriously: "Did I tell him that he was fined for smoking at the base? Or did I get dizzy from their anger recently and forgot to tell? Is it not good to be fined on the first day...how about I give him a discount?"

"Hey, you said the same thing when the captain first came, what happened later?" Yuan Xing deftly peeled open a lobster shell without raising his head, "Then the discount rate soared from [-]% back to [-]% Nine, the captain hasn’t even received a full month’s salary, has he?”

"It's not good to have more people, just share the burden of the Zhu team, and take on the responsibility of feeding the fat CNG club from top to bottom, from old to young, with the power of supper!"

"This is a glorious mission!" Maomao shouted in succession.

Zhou Zhou: "..."

"Eat, eat, eat! You know how to eat all day long!"

The unlucky team manager, who is in charge of a bunch of unlucky kids, wants to train Ji Xing into another superstar player, determined to start from the first day he entered the club. Rubbling: "What kind of team is at my booth...these two are good-looking, and each one is more worry-free than the other."

Mao Mao bit the skewers with cumin powder all over his face, he heard it with sharp ears, and raised his head from the box: "Am I not good-looking?"

"Go, go, why are children joining in the fun? You haven't developed well yet."

"Ji Shen is only one year older than me..." Maomao was very wronged, and continued to fight the skewers with his messy hair.

***

Outside the gate of the CNG base is a neatly pruned and well-managed flower garden. The flat cement road goes straight to the avenue, but the cobblestone path winds around the flower garden.

Ji Xing kicked the cobblestone with his foot, lowered his head and lit a cigarette.

The smoke entered the lungs from the mouth with a strong irritating breath and circulated, and the originally tangled thoughts in the brain became less chaotic.

Ji Xing stared at his finger holding the cigarette, the cigarette ash was still trembling slightly, and suddenly smiled.

——As for?

All the way back to China from Europe, the mountains are high and the water is far away, tossing and tossing, not to mention, what are you trying to figure out?

Is it really because he is afraid that after Lao Mai retires, there will be no successors in the CNG assault position?Or did you run out of energy in the European arena and come looking for new challenges?Ji Xing didn't bother to say Wei Guangzheng's reason, and he didn't believe it when he said it.

The completely unfamiliar competitive environment, and the European arena that has already played like a fish in water, except for Zhu Lan's kind of lunatic who loves to put all his eggs in one basket, I am afraid that no one will choose the former.

It can only be attributed to the fact that my brain is broken.

Ji Xing smoked a cigarette in two gulps, pulled a rubber band from his wrist and tied his dark red hair half long and not long behind his head again, preparing to go back to the base for training.

Unexpectedly, when he turned halfway, he met the sight not far away.

Zhu Lan stood on the other side of the narrow path paved with cobblestones and gravel, separated by a small half of the flowerbed, looking at him without hesitation.

The 22-year-old young captain is tall and tall with long legs, and the corners of his lips are slightly pursed when he is not smiling. Those natural peach eyes can be seen slightly raised in the dark, against the night, and his face is expressionless. It's not as gentle as during the day.

Ji Xing looked back straight at the past, the confrontation in the living room was hasty just now, now he took a breath, and when he saw this person again, he realized that he didn't seem to have changed much in the past two years.

The mole of tears under the corner of his right eye Ji Xing didn't even need to look at it to know what it looked like when the eyes were bent.

The two looked at each other, and no one made a sound for a while.

Ji Xing snuffed out the cigarette butt with his fingertips, and started to leave.

Zhu Lan didn't know what happened. Seeing that the person in front of her was about to leave, she almost subconsciously shouted: "Wait."

His eyes slipped from the fingertips of Ji Xing's cigarette stub, and he coughed in a hoarse voice.

The voice was too different from his original one, maybe he had a cold, and hearing the sound of rust particles rubbing against each other was not very comfortable, Ji Xing frowned fiercely.

"In the past few years...how have you been in Europe?" Zhu Lan asked.

Ji Xing didn't expect Zhu Lan to stop him, nor did he expect him to ask such a question.

am i okay

What's wrong with me?

What he thought in his heart, he simply said it: "What's wrong with me?"

"Eat well, sleep well, first-tier club team starts, annual salary is several million, and can count money while lying down, what can I do wrong?"

Zhu Lan just looked at him, his facial features and expressions seemed to be painted in ink and wash, and at first glance he was completely motionless.

The man's pretty face was so beautiful that it almost overlapped with the smile from two years ago. Ji Xing's thoughts of revenge rose up in his heart, but he couldn't hold it down for a moment. Zhu team, you expect me to be a little bad?"

"The problematic boy in the past couldn't live without you. Is this what Team Zhu wants to see?"

Zhu Lan remained silent.

Ji Xing turned his head to the side in disgust, not knowing whether it was for Zhu Lan or himself, he took a breath and cursed inwardly.

——Is it cheap or not?What's the point of saying that.

But the words have been spoken, and it is impossible to take them back, but what annoys him the most is——

He found that he still cared about Zhu Lan's reaction subconsciously. The moment he said those words, he instinctively looked at the face of the person who was a few steps away from him.

Zhu Lan's eyes flashed some complicated and chaotic emotions, which made the silent person suddenly come alive, and the mask finally cracked a shallow gap under the violent percussion, and the person inside The sound of breathing came faintly—it was alive, not a dummy with an empty skin.

Ji Xing paused, forced himself to suppress his rising emotions, and wiped his face vigorously.

Zhu Lan carefully looked at Ji Xing's expression, her voice was a little hesitant, and she wanted to say something, but was interrupted by a sudden noise.

Maomao pushed open the gate base, and leaned against the door like a wombat, staring at the two standing motionless by the edge of the flowerbed with round grape-like eyes, and asked in a low voice: "Brother Lan, Brother Ji, what are you doing?" What did you two say?"

Probably sensing that the atmosphere between the two of them was not right, he shrank his neck and lowered his voice: "Well, Brother Ji, the manager said to take you to visit the base... are you coming?"

Ji Xing turned his face away, closed his eyes hard: "Come here."

As soon as he turned around, he walked back to the base in a few steps.

Zhu Lan watched his back gradually merge into the daytime light of the base, and sighed inaudibly.