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

How did the holiday time go? Quickly, it will be New Year's Eve in a blink of an eye.

The schedule of an e-sports player cannot be changed overnight. Ji Xing has been compressing his sleep time for the past few days, which has caused him to not be able to fall asleep until that time every night.

Can't sleep? Find something to do.

But Ji Xing didn't dare to go to Zhu Lan at night. He was a bit ashamed of the memory of being held in the room by Zhu Lan and rubbing his hands late at night. He kept thinking of that incident when he was in the same room with Zhu Lan. Why? Feeling uncomfortable.

Fortunately, Zhu Lan's home has a bookcase with three full sides against the wall. There are countless hardcover books, including English and Chinese comic books. I don't know if Zhu Lan, who lives here less than once in half a year, reads them.

Ji Xing liked it anyway.

If he couldn't fall asleep at night, he would come over in the dark and steal a couple of books into his room, read for an hour or two by the gentle night light by the bedside, and then flip through his cell phone to chat with Zhu Lan casually.

What are you waiting for? When you want to sleep, you throw the book on the other side of the double bed, then wrap yourself in the fluffy and soft quilt, and sleep until dawn with your head covered.

Of course, the aftereffects of chaotic schedules don't just strike at night.

Ji Xing will wake up very early the next day.

In the first few days, Zhu Lan insisted on waking up early with him. The two of them could have breakfast together, and then go upstairs to the e-sports room to play double row for two hours.

Then I couldn't hold it anymore.

Zhu Lan has never seen the sun at ten o'clock in the morning since her debut, unless she has a competition schedule.

Ji Xing watched his team leader struggling for several days, and suddenly thought of the movie he watched during his second illness—Zhu Lan is very like that noble vampire who is nocturnal and will melt when he sees the morning sun? into a wisp of smoke.

While he was a little worried about the captain's physical and mental health, he was also worried that if Zhu Lan turned into a wisp of smoke, his New Year holiday would be ruined. Also in charge of the daily feeding work.

In comparison, although he really wanted to play games with Zhu Lan, he still rejected Zhu Lan's request for a double row.

Zhu Lan's eyes were bruised from getting up early for several days, and she looked? Very? Regretful.

But today is different, today is New Year's Eve.

Although both of them are contestants with zero life skills, it is the most important festival of the year after all, so we still need to make some arrangements.

It just so happened that Zhu Lan played a movie in the living room last night. The movie was a typical popcorn comedy. The two of them watched half of it. They didn't like it. If they were interested, they would have a movie together. The arrangement was discussed.

What Zhu Lan means is that at noon they can go out to eat, take a stroll after eating, and then come back from shopping and make the New Year's Eve dinner together.

Just a few days ago, the pile of ingredients they bought together from the supermarket has been ruined?

Isn't it just eating a New Year's Eve dinner made by Zhu Lan? Eat someone's soft mouth, take other people's hands short - just don't die from the poison.

Ji Xing lowered and lowered the standard for a safe Chinese New Year, and woke up on time at ten o'clock in the morning on New Year's Eve.

He slept in the second bedroom, which was only separated from Zhu Lan's room by a wall.

Perhaps it was the good weather, in order to let everyone have a sunny year, it just happened to have a light rain last night.The fine dust in the air was washed down by the rain, and the sky cleared after the rain, and the sky was as blue as washing.

Ji Xing lay on the bed and stretched, the snow-white and fluffy quilt stretched out, shaking out a clean and fresh smell.

He slept in the sound of the rain last night? It was really comfortable. He hadn't gotten over the dizziness when he just woke up, and he had a rare feeling of wanting to stay in bed.

But wait? Go out to lunch.

Ji Xingtian fought for a while, but finally sat up.

It was still early, Zhu Lan was usually not awake yet, so Ji Xing simply took two clothes and went to take a shower first, and after taking a bath and changing clothes, he went to the next door and knocked on Zhu Lan's door.

No one inside responded.

No one was seen on the entire first floor.

—Is there anyone?

Ji Xing frowned.

Did the two of you stay at home these days? Why? Going out, even if Zhu Lan suddenly had something? Something to go out, she would tell herself in advance.

That is to go upstairs?

Ji Xing felt that it was impossible for Zhu Lan to be like this? He worked hard to get up early in the morning to play solo row by himself, and at the same time went up the stairs along the spiral escalator.

Zhu Lan was really in the gaming room.

"Why did you get up so early today?" Ji Xing pushed open the door, "I thought you weren't awake."

Zhu Lan was in a game, wearing earphones, didn't speak? He just smiled.

Although it is said to be a holiday, professional players will habitually practice for several hours every day in order to "not degrade" their hand feeling.

Ji Xing thought it was the reason for going out today, and Zhu Lan wanted to advance the practice time, so he didn't? He urged him again, and dragged another gaming chair to sit next to him and watch him play.

The feeling of watching the operation directly on the spot is different from watching the replay after the game. It is more intuitive, and the grasp of some details will be stronger, let alone a top player like Zhu Lan who is operating.

Ji Xing looked a little fascinated, didn't care if the hair was dry? The water from drying fell on the shoulders?

After the end of the round, he took a towel and snorted casually twice? Hair.

He was too cold after taking a shower, so he only wore a thin long-sleeved T-shirt and a pair of cotton sweatpants underneath—he just threw all the clothes he didn’t wash into the washing machine two days ago. Unfortunately, it was raining. Did the clothes dry out? This one was pulled out of Zhu Lan's cloakroom temporarily.

Maybe it's because he didn't take a shower? He put on his coat in time, and he caught a cold. His voice was slightly hoarse. While rubbing his hair with a towel, he asked in a low voice: "Are you still beating?"

Zhu Lan turned her head: "Are you catching a cold?"

"No? Yes," Ji Xing tried his forehead, "I'll just put on a coat later... Are you still calling? Or? I'll go down and wait for you first?"

Zhu Lan shook her head.

Seeing that Zhu Lan hasn't been there all this time? Why? Speech? This morning? Playing solo queue abnormally by himself, Ji Xing felt something was wrong.

Although he didn't know what happened, Ji Xing still didn't want Zhu Lan to be unhappy on New Year's Eve, so he stretched out his hand and lightly tugged on Zhu Lan's sleeve, and asked, "Are you in a bad mood?"

Zhu Lan took off the earphones, looked at the cat's paw that Ji Xing took the initiative to hook up, and licked the corner of her lips: "Why should I be in a bad mood?"

"then you......"

"Ji Shen, don't talk anymore." Although Zhu Lan hoped that Ji Xing could tug on her sleeve for a while longer, she still reluctantly interrupted and sighed softly, "I'm live broadcasting."

Ji Xing was still tugging at Zhu Lan's sleeve, and was stunned when he heard this.

——What? Called, is, is, direct, broadcast?

Ji Xing's eyes widened, and he turned his head so hard that he could feel a sound from his neck, and then saw the small camera placed in the lower right corner of the screen that he had been ignoring because of his size. ——At this moment, the small camera is facing this direction, and a red light flashes indistinctly in the lens, like a smile that needs to be punched.

"It's been running in the background, isn't it? It's displayed on the screen." Zhu Lan quit the game and clicked on the live broadcast assistant. "Sorry, I originally planned to play this round and then download it."

Ji Xing stared at the live broadcast assistant, saw the screen full of bullet screens, and truly felt the moment of social death.

"No, nothing?" He pretended to be calm. In fact, he was already at a loss. When he stood up, he almost knocked over the chair. .”

After finishing speaking, before he had time to say hello to the barrage, he fled downstairs like a fly.

The fans in the studio were caught off guard by the New Year's Eve gift package.

It has been two months since Zhu Lan broadcast live. The last time I saw him was on the broadcast screen of the Asian Invitational Tournament. Fans squatted on Weibo and in the live broadcast room. The routine opened the live broadcast room, and found a missing person? It's back!

The fans were ecstatic in their hearts, thinking that it was really useful to go to the live broadcast platform to urge some time ago, the early bird catches the worm, and the truth is true.

After watching two rounds, and through the live broadcast camera, I saw a figure appearing behind the captain who was concentrating on playing the game.

The fan's ecstatic heart suddenly fell back to the bottom of the valley, and they were about to swiping the screen to roar, "Who is this and why? The Chinese New Year is still with Zhu Lan. Didn't you agree that Zhu Lan is single? Could it be that my husband was really cheated by someone else?" I snatched it away." Then the next second the figure approached, and Ji Xing's fair and handsome face appeared on the screen.

After a long series of roars, the fans suddenly turned off the ignition, and put down the keyboard as if they were escaping from death.

I just slapped my chest twice, comforted myself and said it’s okay? It’s okay? It’s okay, my husband is still my husband, and then suddenly—wrong?Ji Xing is at Zhu Lan's house?At Zhu Lan's house is Ji Xing? ? ?

I was cheated on by my other husband on the way to chase my husband? ? ?

The hundreds of thousands of fans who were squatting in Zhu Lan's live broadcast room sat up in shock in the dying, and were knocked on the forehead by this huge melon for a moment, which directly knocked the language function into a negative number.

Exclamation? Exclamation point and question? Point bear a heavy burden that should not be borne at this time, and the bullet screens that appear layer by layer, accompanied by countless screams, are so dense that even a single strand of Zhu Lan's hair cannot be exposed up.

Zhu Lan was dazzled, tapped the earphone with her fingertips, and there was a sharp sound.

The group of people in the bullet screen frantically swiped the screen, but fortunately, they still retained the fear of being dominated by Zhu Lan in the depths of their souls, and they paused for a moment after this knock.

During the precious few seconds of pause, Zhu Lan finally saw clearly the contents of the barrage stacked under the question mark and exclamation mark.

When Ji Xing was not around, Zhu Lan's gentleness became a dream again. The innately poisonous old dog with a strong personality snorted coldly after seeing the bullet screen clearly, and regained the initiative——

"Let me explain? What am I explaining?? If you go out and turn right, you won't be sent."

"That's right? That's right, it's just a trip. If you think it's someone else, please go to the hospital for an eye doctor. I'll reimburse the medical expenses."

"What's wrong with Ji Xing at my house? Strange? What happened on New Year's Eve? He was also at my house on the first day of the new year. What's your opinion?"

"It seems that you really have an opinion? Okay. What about the administrator? Block this ID, it's a fool."

"Well, I'm in charge of my territory."

"In addition, the one who said it was an unspoken rule in the team suggested that you go to the hospital with the friend in front of you. You go to the brain department. The doctor asked? Why are you? If you don't feel well, you can say that your brain is flooded and your brain is washed away. gone."

......

Zhu Lan's patience is limited. If Ji Xing hadn't been involved in this matter, he wouldn't have bothered to care about the rhythmic ups and downs.

After picking out a few trolls who persisted in posting barrage, Zhu Lan said "Happy New Year" to the camera, and then turned off the live broadcast directly.

When I went downstairs, I saw Ji Xing sitting on the sofa with Yukina in his arms.

As he said that, he went downstairs and put on his coat and fled upstairs, but he still only sat in a T-shirt until now.No? The hair after wiping isn't dripping anymore, but it's still damp and soft, forming an extremely sharp contrast with the fair nape of the neck. It looks and feels good.

Zhu Lan walked over from behind and rubbed his head lightly.

Ji Xing turned around abruptly as if startled.

Zhu Lan was amused by his reaction. She picked up a coat from the back of the sofa next to her, and gently put it on him.

"I haven't been live for too long? I haven't broadcast live. I haven't had enough time for the live broadcast in the past few months. The live broadcast platform called yesterday? Call Zhou Zhou and ask? Can I show my face in the live broadcast today, just as a fan New Year's benefits," Zhu Lan sat down beside her, and said, "It was already late at night when I saw Zhou Zhou's text message, so I'm afraid you fell asleep? Tell you... sorry."

Ji Xing hugged Xuecai and reacted in a daze for a while before realizing that Zhu Lan was explaining to himself.

"No, I'm not angry," Ji Xing said, "I'm just a little surprised..."

Zhu Lan nodded: "I know, sorry, this kind of thing won't happen again next time."

"I've already said it... is it okay?" Ji Xing was a little afraid to look at Zhu Lan, and lowered his head to scratch Yukina's chin. "I was the one who opened the door first. Well, this is your live broadcast room, if someone else..."

He stopped talking here, and swallowed the rest.

Zhu Lan's eyes lit up: "If it were someone else, what about you?"

"Huh?" Zhu Lan smiled heavily, and continued to ask deliberately, with temptation in her voice, "What's the difference between my live broadcast room and other people's live broadcast rooms?"

Ji Xing was choked by this question, and as soon as he let go of his hand, Xuecai jumped out of his arms with four short legs, and jumped into Zhu Lan's arms next to him.

This corgi, who was brought home with him when he was packing his luggage, was too low in emotional intelligence. He angrily put his head under Zhu Lan's hands, trying to trick Zhu Lan into another wave of petting after being fooled by Ji Xing. , didn't notice the delicate atmosphere between the two of them at all.

Ji Xing looked at Zhu Lan.

Zhu Lan pinched Corgi's fat paws, and looked at herself with a smile, with an expression that obviously wouldn't stop until she got an answer.

But the travelogue is really hard to say?

He bit his lip with a stubborn face, and only hoped that Zhu Lan would let this topic go as well as he usually does.

After a while of silence, Zhu Lan seemed to give in, and sighed softly: "Well, you don't want to answer this question? It's okay."

Ji Xing finally let out a sigh of relief secretly.

Halfway through he vomited, the heart that was hanging in the air was about to fall when he heard what Zhu Lan said? The voice changed: "Then let's change the topic - Ji Shen, what are you wearing, why? It's me pants?"

Ji Xing: "..."

His expression was blank for a moment, and then a fire "fired" and spread at lightning speed, even his neck and face were flushed.

"I..." Ji Xing opened his mouth. He was so ashamed that he couldn't wait to find a crack in the ground, and even his voice trembled slightly. "Have I washed my clothes? Dry them yesterday. It's raining late...I was going to tell you this just now, but I forgot, I, I didn't mean it, if you mind? I'll wash it up and return it to you now, I... .”

"Okay." Zhu Lan couldn't help but put her finger on Tie Ji Xing's lips lightly, interrupting the chatter.

He doesn't want to push people? It's too ruthless, and the kid will be ashamed.

"No one blames you, no one asks you to wash and return the things to me," Zhu Lan said with a smile in her eyes, "As long as you like, I can pack and pack myself for you? That's fine. ... still care about this pair of pants?"