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

Those packs of cigarettes were quite tall, and Zhu Lan held them loosely with one hand, and handed them to the person standing in front of them.

This angle is really awkward. Ji Xing's height of 1.8 meters stands there, and the person nestled in the sofa is a very overlooking angle. Zhu Lan slightly raises her face, her deep long eyelashes almost cover the end of her eyes, and she looks at him without blinking. look at him.

Ji Xing coughed lightly, and took the cigarette from his palm.

When he took the cigarette case, his fingertips inevitably ran across the man's palm.

Zhu Lan's palms were slightly cold and dry in the air-conditioned room at the end of summer, the lines on the palms were very shallow, almost only three curved and thinned lines could be seen.He bent his knuckles slightly, as if he wanted to hold it subconsciously.

Ji Xing felt a "thump" in his heart.

Then, before his brain had time to react, he quickly withdrew his hand, and looked away awkwardly as if he couldn't bear Zhu Lan's gaze.

This is actually a bit strange. In addition to the aunt who sweeps the floor and cooks, even the corgi raised in this club is male. What's more, everyone is an adult man. It's not uncommon to hang around shirtless, there's really nothing to be awkward about.

When Ji Xing and Zhu Lan had the best relationship two years ago, Zhu Lan always liked to knead his hair like kneading dough because she was two years older. But at that time, both of them thought it was nothing. Never thought about it.Now, it feels like everything is different.

Ji Xing turned his head away, glanced unconsciously out of the corner of his eyes, but found that this was not the most terrible thing, the most terrible thing was that the coat he took off when he first entered the base was just on the back of the sofa chair that Zhu Lan was leaning against superior.

Just now, she carried her things into the door and said a few more words to Zhou Zhou, but she didn't pay attention for a while, and it happened that Zhu Lan was nestled in the sofa again, and she could hardly see anyone from the side angle, so she put it away casually.

——The location is really good, Ji Xing cursed inwardly.

It's not officially autumn yet, how thick can the coat be on weekdays?It's just a thin layer to block the sun, the slippery fabric is extremely soft and thin, and it slid down involuntarily when it was placed on the back of the chair. .

Although she stays up late every day and her life is extremely irregular, Zhu Lan is probably blessed by God. Zhu Lan has not realized the annoyance of a young man in his twenties who is approaching baldness in modern society. His black hair is dense and fluffy, and he has not taken care of it after washing. There is an inexplicable and vivid sense of home, like a college student who eats snacks and watches TV dramas in his spare time on weekends.

At this time, the college student was drooping his eyelashes, obviously in a daze, unaware of Ji Xing's gaze, just reclined there with his back against the soft sofa seat, his hair swaying on the edge of his clothes with his movements.

"Journey? Journey!"

Zhou Zhou yelled a few words, but still didn't get a response, so he couldn't help but patted Ji Xing's arm: "What are you looking at?"

Zhu Lan slightly raised her eyes.

Ji Xing suddenly came back to his senses: "No, I didn't see anything. What did you just say?"

Zhou Zhou's heart, which has grown strong and grown under the training of all members of the team, is broken, and he feels that each of these bastards is more worried than the other: "I just said that the players will report to me when they leave the base during the training day. It is a violation of our club discipline to run out without saying a word like you this morning."

Ji Xing rubbed his forehead: "Understood."

In fact, he doesn’t go out very often, at most occasionally to buy daily necessities, go for a run, he has a bad temper, and no one is particularly close to him in the European team, and everyone dare not mess with him. Over time, some small rules On the contrary, I almost forgot about it.

"It's okay, you just came here and you're not familiar with the base," Zhou Zhou faced the new team members, he was still embarrassed to show his true colors as a money-grubber, hesitated for a while, and didn't mention the matter of deducting money, "I really want to go out It’s not impossible, you have to tell me, do you know?”

CNG’s club discipline is not really strict anymore. After all, this is a formal professional team with its own professional rules. As a manager, Zhou Zhou is naturally responsible for his team members. This kind of request is certainly not too much .

Ji Xing nodded.

Zhou Zhou was very satisfied when he got the answer, and then he paused as if thinking of something, and glanced into the corner from the corner of his eye: "If I'm not here, it's the same to say hello to the captain."

team leader.

Zhu Lan.

Before Ji Xing came to CNG, he had heard that Zhu Lan had a very large say in the CNG club.Not only because he has a share in the headquarters, but also because of the name crowned on him and the attention of the entire FL circle.

He is strong, very strong.

E-sports only speaks on the basis of performance, and those meaningless names and pretense can't scare others. Sitting in this hall, each one is a top player in the FL circle. After countless hours of repeated boring practice, all the way Having gone through countless cruel and real competitions step by step to the present, which one is not experienced and powerful?Even Mao Mao, the youngest, was always bullied by everyone because of his seniority in the base, but when he went out, he was also looked up to by others.

Everyone in CNG can listen to Zhu Lan's words, and even occasionally feel a little apprehensive, not just because everyone has a good relationship, but more importantly, everyone is convinced by him.

Everyone believes that Zhu Lan can lead CNG to a brighter future, stand on a bigger stage, and win the trophy that everyone desires.

That's why, even though everyone is jostling and making noises on weekdays, they seem to be out of shape, but whenever something happens, they will always subconsciously report to Zhu Lan.

The first level of officialdom crushes people to death, so you have to obey.

At this moment, Ji Xing realized belatedly that his decision to come to CNG might have been a bit hasty.

Although he wasn't used to it yet, other people in the base agreed to this sentence by default.As soon as Zhou Zhou finished speaking, Yuan Xing whistled fearlessly, twisted his fat body and began to act in harmony with Mao Mao.

"Report to the captain!"

"Report everything to the captain!"

"The team members are very sincere!"

"The captain's expression is very fierce!"

"May I ask what is the captain's most frequent reply every time someone says they want to go out? I can't remember, Maomao, think about it."

"I can't think of anything, the captain will say, get out."

The two had high-spirited tones and rich expressions, and they finished the play artificially with a lot of emotion, and both of them cast regretful eyes on Ji Xing.

Those two pairs of schadenfreude eyes were full of narrowness, and it was clear that watching the excitement was not a big deal.

Ji Xing coughed twice.

Zhou Zhou was on the side, hugging Corgi and shaking with laughter.

The whole club is like a concentration camp for the mentally retarded.

The protagonist who was acting on the spot held the half-eaten fruit bowl, bent his knuckles and rubbed the center of his brows, and sat up helplessly on the sofa, then quickly moved a long leg that was still resting on the armrest of the sofa chair Quickly, accurately and ruthlessly kicked towards Yuan Xing.

Yuan Xing himself is not afraid of this, his weight is not for fun, but at the moment he is hugging with Mao Mao, who is in trouble with him, laughing like two lunatics who can't see their teeth, their center of gravity is unstable, and Zhu Lan With a kick, he staggered and almost rolled off the other side of the sofa with Mao Mao.

"What the hell are you doing?!" The CNG heavyweight scrambled and scrambled to stabilize his body, and roared angrily as he wobbled on the edge of the sofa.

Zhu Lan squinted her eyes slightly, the tails of her long and narrow eyes were slightly raised, and the arcs were smooth and beautiful.

After kicking this kick, Zhu Lan leaned back on the sofa again, and said unhurriedly: "It's nothing, I just want to kick you, can't you?"

"No! Of course not! Why kick me!" Yuan Xing's nose was smoking, and he yelled for an explanation.

Zhu Lan's expression was calm: "You guys memorized what I usually said so firmly, I thought you were used to sudden blows to me."

……

Yuan Xing and Mao Mao looked at each other in dismay, and involuntarily flashed through the performance just now that was full of emotion in their minds.

……

He is the captain, the captain...

dear captain...

Anyway, I was kicked not once or twice...

A man can bend and stretch...

endured, endured...

Yuan Xing was so angry that his face changed, but he couldn't be angry, so he took two puffs of air from his nasal cavity, and went upstairs for training angrily.

Zhu Lan shrugged, and swiped her phone indifferently.

Zhou Zhou saw that this group of mentally retarded people was aching in his brain, and he was too lazy to create a false image of the club loving each other in front of the new players, so he simply gave up, grabbed the half cup of soy milk he hadn't finished, and wanted to run away.

I just took two steps outside, but I still didn't forget to turn my head and say to Ji Xing: "I've already made arrangements for the live broadcast platform, remember to go online at night, make sure it starts broadcasting on time! Don't forget."

Ji Xing was full of thoughts about his ill-fated coat, and he responded casually.

The coat that Ji Xing threw casually on the back of the sofa was already on the verge of falling with Zhu Lan's two actions, and it was sliding down at a speed visible to the naked eye, and half of it had been pressed behind Zhu Lan.

Maomao led Xuecai to the entrance of the club for a walk, and suddenly there were only two people left on the first floor of the spacious base.

Ji Xing packed up the bag of things he bought, and stood there hesitantly.

Zhu Lan leaned casually on the sofa and played with her mobile phone, as if sensing something, she raised her eyes.

"what happened?"

Ji Xing paused for a moment, shook his head, thinking about taking off his fucking coat and loving someone: "It's okay."

Hooking the bag with his little finger, he took two steps forward to go back upstairs for training, when a slightly hoarse voice behind him stopped him again.

"...Don't listen to Yuan Xing's nonsense."

Ji Xing turned around and looked at the person behind him. Zhu Lan's pupils were lighter in color. When he looked closely, there was a shallow circle around him. It was the bloodshot left by staying up late, the mole of tears under the lying silkworm Obviously, at first glance, it is inexplicably demagogic.

Zhu Lan considered her words and looked straight at Ji Xing: "If you have something to say, you can tell me. If you want to go out, just say hello. Whatever you want... I will allow it."