The counterattack of the mid laner [E-sports]

"Hahahahaha, help, help!"

Backstage, they had already packed their things, and they were watching Chen Wannan's interview right now.

Shen Xingchi patted his thigh while laughing, almost out of breath, "Let None Bao accept the interview alone, I don't know if the host will go crazy, hahahahaha."

On the stage, even though he won the MVP, None still had no smile on his face. Holding the MVP trophy, he looked ruthlessly and indifferently like a machine.

The host lady really couldn't think of any questions, because no matter what questions she asked, the person in front of her could answer them in the most concise language.

"Then... I read None's Weibo, and I like reading very much on weekdays. Can you recommend two good books to our fans?"

""Gone with the Wind" goes up and down."

"What about the other one?"

"Up and down...there are two books."

"..."

"Miss sister is so pitiful hahahaha," Shen Xingchi laughed until tears came out, quickly wiped it with a tissue, and asked, "When will it end, let's go back to have a big meal, I didn't dare to eat all day, I'm so hungry ..."

Although they planned to have a big meal and celebrate, they ended up taking pictures and being interviewed. After the whole process, they were exhausted, and they completely gave up the idea of ​​going out. They just wanted to take a comfortable bath in the hotel. After taking a bath, he lay on the bed happily and played chess with Zhou Gong.

But you always have to eat something to cushion your stomach, otherwise you won't even be able to sleep well.

Shen Xingchi patted his head, dug out several bags of snail noodles from the suitcase, and spread them out in front of his teammates, "I'll let you have a taste of my cooking today!"

Everyone was stunned, but it was Liu Ziye who spoke first and asked, "What are you doing with this stuff?"

Shen Xingchi smiled complacently: "When I think about it with my clever brain, I know that there is nothing delicious abroad, so I specially brought it here just in case."

In the past month since the competition, Shen Xingchi was greedy for the bags of snail noodles in his suitcase. He thought day and night and wanted to cook a bag to eat, but he was afraid that eating too spicy would make his stomach feel uncomfortable and affect the state of the game, so he kept Enduring it all, now that the competition is over, he naturally can't wait to satisfy his hunger, after all, he can't carry these things back here and back.

During the competition, their diet was indeed quite... Nutritious and healthy. Auntie Cook prepared three meals a day for them according to the recipe prepared by a professional nutritionist in advance. However, this nutritious and healthy meal is indeed without the temptation of junk food. People, not to mention they eat these every day, no matter how delicious the food is, it will lose its taste after a long time.

Shen Xingchi opened his mouth, and everyone looked at the packets of snail noodles, and their hearts were a little moved.

Aunt Guan Cooking borrowed the kitchen, and Shen Xingchi unpacked a pack of snail noodles. As soon as she put the noodles into the water to cook, she slapped her forehead and yelled, "Oops."

After asking, I found out that Shen Xingchi was very unhappy because he thought that there were no side dishes in the noodles, which would greatly reduce the deliciousness he made.

"Then what's the matter, it's fine if you don't put the side dishes, and it's not that you can't eat it." Yi Cheng disagreed.

"That can't be done! Without the side dish snail noodles, I will lose my soul! It will bury my craftsmanship!" Shen Xingchi retorted loudly.

The people in the base always regarded Shen Xingchi as a child, and no adult would be as knowledgeable as a child. It just so happened that everyone suddenly became interested and wanted to buy some snacks, but they didn't want to go out, so they took out a deck of playing cards to draw bastards. The person with the lowest card is responsible for running errands.

Yi Cheng has never been able to play this kind of game, so he won't say anything if he draws three, he is still a plum blossom, and the rest of them don't need to draw, so he directly decides to let him go.If Fu Mixiao had been present, Yi Cheng would have forced him to be his companion, but this person happened to be away, so the manager dragged him away without knowing what to say.There was no other way, Yi Cheng had no choice but to accept his fate, put on his coat, picked up his cell phone and went out.

Before leaving, Shen Xingchi deliberately told him, "Brother Cheng, if you see lamb chops, beef rolls and shrimp rolls, you can also buy some. It's delicious to put them in."

After he finished speaking, he turned around and continued to stir the powder in the pot, humming happily while stirring, "Let you all have a taste of my craft~"

Put so many ingredients, it's no wonder it doesn't taste good!

Couldn't help complaining in his heart, Yi Cheng went out.He put the bluetooth earphones into his ears, chose a song at random, his body swayed gently with the rhythm of the music, the 24-hour convenience store he was going to was nearby, he was in a good mood, humming a song, couldn’t help it Think, does Reykjavik also have shrimp slippery?

He doesn’t know if Reykjavik has shrimp slippery, but at least this store doesn’t. Not only does it not have shrimp slippery, but it also doesn’t have lamb chops and beef rolls. Shen Xingchi is expected to be disappointed, so Yi Cheng sighed helplessly and had no choice but to I went to buy a few boxes of luncheon meat, along with some snacks and drinks, these things might be able to make up for Shen Xingchi's sadness that he didn't have shrimp, and by the way, stop his nagging mouth.

On the shelf at the corner of the supermarket, there is a whole row of canned fruits, all of which are undoubtedly "Made in China". In addition to lamenting the prosperity of the motherland, Yi Cheng was also ticked off by greedy worms. Canned yellow peaches are his favorite. But the foreigners in this supermarket put the canned yellow peaches on the top row.

It seems that they still don't understand the essence of canned fruit.

While complaining, Yi Cheng tiptoed and tried to reach the canned food on the top shelf. Given his height, he could do it, um.

Before he could prove himself, a man in a black tracksuit came to him and took a can from the shelf and handed it to him. He is also strict, he is slightly fat, and his height is slightly taller than Yi Cheng's, which makes Yi Cheng depressed, just a little bit!Obviously he took a picture of [-], but it was only a little bit close.

"Thank you." Yi Cheng originally wanted to speak English, but found that the other party's thick black hair under the peaked cap turned out to be a compatriot, so he changed his mouth and spoke Chinese.

The man just froze, didn't reply, and didn't even turn his head to look at him. The man's shoulders shook violently, as if he was not feeling well.

"Are you okay?" Yi Cheng wanted to help, but the other party suddenly avoided him, only said that it's okay, and left as if fleeing. Before leaving, he bumped into the shelf next to him, and the jars on it were smashed. He bumped and shook again and again, he gave a brief support, nodded to Yi Cheng and continued running.

Yi Cheng felt that he was strange, but he didn't pay attention. He took a few more cans and put them in the shopping basket with his own strength, and then he went to check out with satisfaction.

But when he was at the cash register, he bumped into that man again. The man was not far away from him. He only bought a pack of tissues. He was also absent-minded at the checkout and kept looking in Yi Cheng's direction. Although he thought he was hiding enough, With his keen observation ability as a professional player, Yicheng still found him.

Yi Cheng frowned, took off the earphones and put them in his pocket.When he checked out, the man had already bought everything, but he didn't leave. Strictly speaking, he didn't go far. He was standing under the streetlight at the entrance of the supermarket, smoking a cigarette. The sparks on the cigarette end were particularly conspicuous in the dark night, as if he was waiting for something. .

When Yicheng was about to go back, his cigarette hadn't burned out yet, but he pinched it, threw it on the ground in a hurry, crushed it with his shoes, and strode after him.

Yi Cheng didn't turn his head back, but he heard footsteps behind him, a gust of wind blew past him, and he smelled the smell of smoke coming from behind him, the same smell as he had just passed by that strange man.

The man was like his shadow in the dark, with a tail that couldn't be shaken off. When he walked slowly, the man's footsteps were not slow; when he walked fast, the man also increased his speed.Yi Cheng felt his scalp go numb, his feet felt cold from the soles of his feet to his brain, and goose bumps covered his body.

This feeling of being watched and followed is very familiar.

It seems that since he set foot on this land, no, no, even earlier, this horror can be traced back to the beginning of the Spring Split, the paranoid love letters he received, the trembling gift, All these things were connected in one line, and he could almost believe that this person was the one who had been harassing him all this time.

He followed him here, he followed him to Reykjavik, and he followed him all the time, monitoring his every move.

Only then did Yicheng recall that he just happened to catch a glimpse of the man shaking his shoulders, he thought that the man was feeling cold or scared, but no, it was not——

The man is laughing.

After turning a few more corners, Yi Cheng was already [-]% sure that this person was following him.

He looked around, and suddenly thought of it, he nimbly turned into the next alley, but instead of going on, he hid at the corner, holding the shopping bag in his hand tightly.

Sure enough, the man came over, Yi Cheng breathed a sigh of relief, and swung at the man without hesitation.

The man was knocked unconscious by the shopping bag, and his body shook again and again. Yi Cheng took this opportunity and grabbed his collar, threw him over his shoulder and threw him to the ground. He sat on it and began to beat him, cursing while punching : "I'm *your uncle's! Do something wrong! Scared the young master to come over my head!"

那男人自然不会乖乖任他打，估计他也没想到伊澄小小的身体竟有这么大的力气，他一边被揍，一边呜呜地哭泣，口中不停念叨着：“你不爱我It's gone! Baby Cheng! You don't love me anymore! How dare you hit me!"

He was crying, seemingly powerless against Yi Cheng's fist, but secretly stretched his hand into his pocket, Yi Cheng was furious and didn't pay attention to this.

"Love me a few!" Yi Cheng became even angrier when he heard this, and his attack became more ruthless, "You must be fucking sick! I don't even know you! What kind of onion are you?!"

"You don't love me anymore! You've empathized with me, haven't you! You've fallen in love with the jungler of your team, haven't you!"

His eyeballs were bloodshot, his veins were bulging, and he roared hoarsely: "You're in love with Fu Mixiao! You flirtatious little bitch! You actually betrayed me! Watch me kill you!!"

After finishing speaking, he violently raged, threw Yi Cheng to the ground with all his strength, took out a fruit knife, and stabbed at Yi Cheng recklessly.

Damn it, buddy, you are just kidding, you actually carry a knife.

However, there was no time to complain to Yi Cheng at that time, he didn't even have time to dodge, and he saw the cold light stabbing towards him.

Yi Cheng cursed "Fuck" in his heart, and at that moment, he felt a deep attachment to life.

He has too many regrets.

He hasn't eaten the snail noodles cooked by Shen Xingchi himself, and he hasn't won the S competition;

He had never defeated Killer once, let alone heard his praise for himself.

What's more, he is still a virgin.

If he knew that his little life would end today, even if it hurt him to death in four years, he would let Fu Mixiao make it to the end.

It was the ominous sound of metal passing through the body, but the expected pain did not come.

Yi Cheng opened his eyes and found that he was still alive.

But the scene in front of him made him feel that he might as well die.

The fruit knife did not penetrate his body.

Fu Mixiao appeared in time, holding the knife with his bare hands.

Blood fell all over the ground.

The author has something to say:

The foreshadowing of being intimidated in the spring game was finally used. When I wrote it, I was thinking about it——

World line, end!

Chen Wannan's interview was inspired by an interview with □□LZ, the host asked him to recommend three books, he: "The Three-Body Problem 123"