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The phone alarm kept vibrating in He Qingyang's ears, and he impatiently reached out to press it off, and the world returned to tranquility.
No, He Qingyang's sleepy eyes suddenly opened, and he turned his head to look at the people around him——
His arms were resting on Jiang Sizhen's soft stomach, and Jiang Sizhen's body was gently and slowly rising and falling with his breathing, and he was still awake-this realization made He Qingyang withdraw his hand suddenly.
What happened last night was a crime.
After quietly getting out of bed and washing up, He Qingyang sat on the edge of the bed with his forehead propped up, his mind turned into a blur. Last night was too crazy, how could there be such a crazy thing——
He couldn't help recalling certain scenes from last night. Jiang Sizhen's fingers were slender and calloused. In the past, such hands would quickly tap the keyboard and fight in the canyon, but now they were on his skin. Playing gracefully, igniting his youthful love...
Stop, stop, stop thinking about it.
He Qingyang opened his eyes, and there was a blush on his face and ears.
Look at your worthless appearance, He Qingyang spurned himself in his heart, isn't this the mutual help between brothers?What's the big deal.
Jiang Sizhen was still playing the 'brothers' game with him, and the parties didn't take it seriously, so why should he care too much.
He Qingyang packed his luggage and went downstairs with his bag on his back. He deliberately closed the curtains tightly so that Jiang Sizhen could sleep soundly.
He hurriedly boarded the plane wearing a mask. He didn't know if the mask was stuffy or what, but his fair cheeks were always covered with steaming heat.
……
He Qingyang came out of the airport in City W and took a taxi to the base.
The guard at the gate of the base saw him and nodded at him coldly.
This is so strange.
He Qingyang prided himself on being popular, and he also had a pleasing face. In the past, the guards at the base would greet him with a smile when they saw him.
"Uncle Zhang, who is on duty?" He Qingyang asked with a smile. He reached out and hooked his mask under his chin, presenting his face completely in front of the doorman Uncle Zhang, "I'm Xiao He. I'm wearing a mask. You don't know me anymore?"
Their usual relationship is really good, and this kind of jokes are also frequently made.
But this time was different. Hearing He Qingyang's words, Uncle Zhang's stern face instantly pulled down. He turned half of his body, leaving only the back of his head for him.
"Go, go," Uncle Zhang chased him coldly, "I know who you are."
"He Qingyang, isn't this... I'm busy, so you go in first, they are all waiting for you."
He Qingyang looked at Uncle Zhang's back and hesitated to speak. He took off the mask completely and held it in the palm of his hand, rubbing the tip of his red nose.
They are all waiting for you - who is waiting for him?
Thinking of this, He Qingyang no longer bothered about Uncle Zhang's uncharacteristic attitude, and hurried into the house.
The training room was full of people.
The small snacks on the side sofa were dragged off and scattered on the ground. Three bulging black travel bags took the place of the snacks, crowding the sofa to the brim.
As soon as he entered the room, He Qingyang felt the unusual atmosphere.The training room, which would have been filled with cheers or curses, was as quiet as the college entrance examination room, so quiet that one could hear one's own increasingly rapid heartbeat.
He Qingyang put his backpack at the door, pressed his chest, and joked: "Why welcome me with such a big battle?"
Still silent.
He Qingyang looked around the room and paused on the drooping heads of his teammates, "What's going on?"
He sniffed, probably because he caught a cold when he went to J City, his nose was very blocked.
"They went to the toilet." Hao Ren replied, with obvious guilt on his face.
Who are they?
He Qingyang wanted to ask, but when he saw the travel bag on the sofa, he immediately figured it out as if enlightened.
"Zhang Jun and Dong Jingyi?" he asked.
No one answered, only Jin Xiaonan nodded slightly.
Oh, let me tell you sooner.
He Qingyang didn't know what kind of feeling he felt in his heart, it seemed to be relieved, and it seemed to be lifted.
"When did they arrive at our base?" He Qingyang asked.
"Before you come back—"
Someone pushed He Qingyang from behind, and He Qingyang staggered inadvertently.
He stepped back a few steps and looked back at the person who pushed him.
A tall and thin young man squeezed in through the door frame he retreated, and hooked his lips provocatively at him.
Zhang Jun——
Such a name popped into He Qingyang's mind.
"Isn't this KW's substitute Zhang Jun?" He Qingyang laughed, and he deliberately emphasized the word 'substitute'.
"King Jun, I have admired you for a long time." He Qingyang stretched out his hand to him, smiling kindly.
His 'Emperor' generation and Jiang Sizhen's 'Emperor' generation are indeed lower than the 'Wang' generation, but the 'Wang' generation is not very good - this generation is used to refer to when there were highlights , but a player who usually performs relatively well.
Zhang Jun's face began to turn pale and red, and he also said in a strange way: "Everyone, each other, Yanghuang."
They held hands together, shook them politely, and let them go quickly, as if they had touched something dirty.
Someone coughed lightly from behind. He Qingyang looked around and saw a small young man standing outside the door. This was KW's substitute jungler Dong Jingyi.
KW is really different from WG. WG has few substitutes, while KW has at least one substitute for each position.
……
This is too embarrassing.
He Qingyang thought of it this way, he was sitting in his chair playing single player alone, while the five people next to him had already put on their headphones and were engrossed in the training match.
There will be a match three days later. The two-player WG is undoubtedly a big change, requiring high-intensity training and ranking to improve tacit understanding.
For the first time, He Qingyang felt that he shouldn't be in the training room. He lowered his head and drank a big mouthful of water. The feeling of fullness slowly rising in his abdomen gradually diluted the sourness in his heart.
"He Qingyang, He Qingyang!"
Manager Liu waved to him at the door.
"Look here, everyone from KW is here..." Manager Liu looked at him in embarrassment, pointing, "I know you just came back, but we—"
"I know," He Qingyang smiled, "I'm going to RY now."
Manager Liu didn't know what to say anymore, this kid He Qingyang was more upright than he imagined, and he was better than that stinky stone-like Jiang Sizhen by more than a star.
But he couldn't do anything, he could only pat He Qingyang on the shoulder, and said helplessly, "Thank you, Yangzi."
"I'll keep your room for you." Manager Liu stretched out his fist to He Qingyang, "Be sure to make me a starter in RY!"
"... Definitely." He Qingyang also smiled and touched Manager Liu's fist with his palm.
Having said that, He Qingyang has no idea whether he can compete for the starting lineup in RY.
[The author has something to say: Happy Symmetry Day 20211202~]
The phone alarm kept vibrating in He Qingyang's ears, and he impatiently reached out to press it off, and the world returned to tranquility.
No, He Qingyang's sleepy eyes suddenly opened, and he turned his head to look at the people around him——
His arms were resting on Jiang Sizhen's soft stomach, and Jiang Sizhen's body was gently and slowly rising and falling with his breathing, and he was still awake-this realization made He Qingyang withdraw his hand suddenly.
What happened last night was a crime.
After quietly getting out of bed and washing up, He Qingyang sat on the edge of the bed with his forehead propped up, his mind turned into a blur. Last night was too crazy, how could there be such a crazy thing——
He couldn't help recalling certain scenes from last night. Jiang Sizhen's fingers were slender and calloused. In the past, such hands would quickly tap the keyboard and fight in the canyon, but now they were on his skin. Playing gracefully, igniting his youthful love...
Stop, stop, stop thinking about it.
He Qingyang opened his eyes, and there was a blush on his face and ears.
Look at your worthless appearance, He Qingyang spurned himself in his heart, isn't this the mutual help between brothers?What's the big deal.
Jiang Sizhen was still playing the 'brothers' game with him, and the parties didn't take it seriously, so why should he care too much.
He Qingyang packed his luggage and went downstairs with his bag on his back. He deliberately closed the curtains tightly so that Jiang Sizhen could sleep soundly.
He hurriedly boarded the plane wearing a mask. He didn't know if the mask was stuffy or what, but his fair cheeks were always covered with steaming heat.
……
He Qingyang came out of the airport in City W and took a taxi to the base.
The guard at the gate of the base saw him and nodded at him coldly.
This is so strange.
He Qingyang prided himself on being popular, and he also had a pleasing face. In the past, the guards at the base would greet him with a smile when they saw him.
"Uncle Zhang, who is on duty?" He Qingyang asked with a smile. He reached out and hooked his mask under his chin, presenting his face completely in front of the doorman Uncle Zhang, "I'm Xiao He. I'm wearing a mask. You don't know me anymore?"
Their usual relationship is really good, and this kind of jokes are also frequently made.
But this time was different. Hearing He Qingyang's words, Uncle Zhang's stern face instantly pulled down. He turned half of his body, leaving only the back of his head for him.
"Go, go," Uncle Zhang chased him coldly, "I know who you are."
"He Qingyang, isn't this... I'm busy, so you go in first, they are all waiting for you."
He Qingyang looked at Uncle Zhang's back and hesitated to speak. He took off the mask completely and held it in the palm of his hand, rubbing the tip of his red nose.
They are all waiting for you - who is waiting for him?
Thinking of this, He Qingyang no longer bothered about Uncle Zhang's uncharacteristic attitude, and hurried into the house.
The training room was full of people.
The small snacks on the side sofa were dragged off and scattered on the ground. Three bulging black travel bags took the place of the snacks, crowding the sofa to the brim.
As soon as he entered the room, He Qingyang felt the unusual atmosphere.The training room, which would have been filled with cheers or curses, was as quiet as the college entrance examination room, so quiet that one could hear one's own increasingly rapid heartbeat.
He Qingyang put his backpack at the door, pressed his chest, and joked: "Why welcome me with such a big battle?"
Still silent.
He Qingyang looked around the room and paused on the drooping heads of his teammates, "What's going on?"
He sniffed, probably because he caught a cold when he went to J City, his nose was very blocked.
"They went to the toilet." Hao Ren replied, with obvious guilt on his face.
Who are they?
He Qingyang wanted to ask, but when he saw the travel bag on the sofa, he immediately figured it out as if enlightened.
"Zhang Jun and Dong Jingyi?" he asked.
No one answered, only Jin Xiaonan nodded slightly.
Oh, let me tell you sooner.
He Qingyang didn't know what kind of feeling he felt in his heart, it seemed to be relieved, and it seemed to be lifted.
"When did they arrive at our base?" He Qingyang asked.
"Before you come back—"
Someone pushed He Qingyang from behind, and He Qingyang staggered inadvertently.
He stepped back a few steps and looked back at the person who pushed him.
A tall and thin young man squeezed in through the door frame he retreated, and hooked his lips provocatively at him.
Zhang Jun——
Such a name popped into He Qingyang's mind.
"Isn't this KW's substitute Zhang Jun?" He Qingyang laughed, and he deliberately emphasized the word 'substitute'.
"King Jun, I have admired you for a long time." He Qingyang stretched out his hand to him, smiling kindly.
His 'Emperor' generation and Jiang Sizhen's 'Emperor' generation are indeed lower than the 'Wang' generation, but the 'Wang' generation is not very good - this generation is used to refer to when there were highlights , but a player who usually performs relatively well.
Zhang Jun's face began to turn pale and red, and he also said in a strange way: "Everyone, each other, Yanghuang."
They held hands together, shook them politely, and let them go quickly, as if they had touched something dirty.
Someone coughed lightly from behind. He Qingyang looked around and saw a small young man standing outside the door. This was KW's substitute jungler Dong Jingyi.
KW is really different from WG. WG has few substitutes, while KW has at least one substitute for each position.
……
This is too embarrassing.
He Qingyang thought of it this way, he was sitting in his chair playing single player alone, while the five people next to him had already put on their headphones and were engrossed in the training match.
There will be a match three days later. The two-player WG is undoubtedly a big change, requiring high-intensity training and ranking to improve tacit understanding.
For the first time, He Qingyang felt that he shouldn't be in the training room. He lowered his head and drank a big mouthful of water. The feeling of fullness slowly rising in his abdomen gradually diluted the sourness in his heart.
"He Qingyang, He Qingyang!"
Manager Liu waved to him at the door.
"Look here, everyone from KW is here..." Manager Liu looked at him in embarrassment, pointing, "I know you just came back, but we—"
"I know," He Qingyang smiled, "I'm going to RY now."
Manager Liu didn't know what to say anymore, this kid He Qingyang was more upright than he imagined, and he was better than that stinky stone-like Jiang Sizhen by more than a star.
But he couldn't do anything, he could only pat He Qingyang on the shoulder, and said helplessly, "Thank you, Yangzi."
"I'll keep your room for you." Manager Liu stretched out his fist to He Qingyang, "Be sure to make me a starter in RY!"
"... Definitely." He Qingyang also smiled and touched Manager Liu's fist with his palm.
Having said that, He Qingyang has no idea whether he can compete for the starting lineup in RY.
[The author has something to say: Happy Symmetry Day 20211202~]
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