Little handsome guy, don't run away [e-sports]

"Woke up so early."

Li Molin sat up slowly from the bed, and put on the glasses placed by the bed.

Ming Mao was putting on his clothes, and the sunlight shone in through the gap between the two thick curtains, and fell on Ming Mao's well-proportioned but strong back without leaving any traces. It was a pity that before Li Molin could fully see it, the His back was completely blocked by the clothes falling from above.

"It's not as good as your young master. There is still training in the afternoon." Ming Mao turned around, buttoning his shirt skillfully with his hands, staring at Li Molin with a lazy face, not worried about his hands at all. The buttons on the top are fastened wrong.

"Coach Ming University has worked hard!" Li Molin gave Ming Mao a thumbs up, and then lay on the bed with his head facing forward, his glasses slipped down on the bridge of his nose, and Li Molin simply took them off and threw them aside.

"Serving the people," Mingmao said calmly, "what happened yesterday can be considered part of serving the people."

"Good service," Li Molin turned over, the feeling of being drunk last night was still lingering in his head and body, even when he spoke, there was a feeling of a royal salute, "Enough aftertaste .”

"It's the last time." Mingmao sighed, quickly pulled up his trousers, and zipped them up.

It seems that Li Molin is unwilling to give Li Molin another look.

"Every time is the last time," Li Molin said with a smile, not paying attention at all, "every time, he obediently puts his slippers on the bed with me."

"I have a girlfriend."

As soon as Ming Mao said these words, Li Molin's expression took a 180-degree turn.

You know, it is rare for an adult man who has been deeply involved in the world to make such a big change in expression in just a few seconds, and there are even more people who can make him do this. It is very few.

It happened that Ming Mao was one of them.

Ming Mao didn't say anything more, and reached out to lift up the collar of his clothes on purpose, blocking the suspicious pink marks on his neck.

"Are you kidding me?" Li Molin's eyes widened, and the royal salute instantly turned into the legendary twelve rings of the Spring Festival, which made him feel smoky and dizzy.

"I never joke about this kind of thing." Mingmao picked up the tie that was on the chair, tied it around his neck twice and felt annoying, so he took it off and threw it into the handbag, "really .”

"But you yesterday..."

"Yesterday was yesterday," Ming Mao interrupted Li Molin, "today is today."

"You better not lie to me." Li Molin sat up, with the corners of his mouth down, looking serious like a newly unearthed terracotta warrior.

"You have to believe in yourself," Ming Mao curled his lips, "You are not as easy to deceive as you imagined, and I don't need to deceive you about this kind of thing."

……

Looking at the entire TSG club, several branches and several departments add up. Anyone who dares to talk to Li Molin like this, except for Ming Mao, will not be able to find a second one after digging three feet.

But Li Molin really had nothing to do with him.

In terms of work, at this juncture, it is even more difficult to fire Ming Mao than to fire him as the boss. Ming Mao's BP ability is one of the best in the world competition, and it is rare to have no airs. It is very harmonious, and it is impossible to shake his position because of these trivial matters.

From the perspective of life, Li Molin has nothing to do. From the first time the two of them had a relationship other than work, Li Molin was full of guilt and apology towards Ming Mao, and the reason why Li Molin would be like this Being used to him must have a huge relationship with these.

"I am leaving."

Mingmao's voice was flat, without any warmth, and there was a seemingly invisible distance between them.

After that, there was a dull sound of closing the door.

***********

Of course Mingmao doesn’t have a girlfriend. Ever since he had a relationship with Li Molin that he shouldn’t have, he doesn’t even pay attention to women. He faces these troublesome brats at the base every day. It is no different from being an abbot in Shaolin Temple.

The only difference happened last night.

Ming Mao didn't know if he was really fascinated by ghosts, and he climbed into the bed that was destined to never belong to him without repentance, knowing that it was a mistake.

Using Pao丨Friends to describe the current relationship between myself and Li Molin couldn’t be more appropriate. It’s amazing to say it with lightning, and I confuse my boss as Pao丨Friends... I’m afraid I dare not write like this in a novel.

But Ming Mao didn't like this feeling.

Ming Mao almost hated the feeling that the two of them maintained the physical relationship secretly and parted ways without saying a word and no one was responsible for the other.

After all, this is the feeling Ming Mao experienced when he first fell in love, and Ming Mao will never forget it for the rest of his life.

Therefore, in order to escape this annoying relationship as quickly and without delay as possible, Mingmao had to make a friend out of nothing—the friend of his girlfriend.

Strictly speaking, this friend should have appeared before the two of them took off their clothes last night, but Ming Mao admits that everyone is intoxicated without alcohol, and his willpower is too weak to withstand this sudden temptation.

And the most terrible thing is that Li Molin is still exercising recently, and Mingmao felt that his legs were weak when his eight-pack abs were exposed.

Guilt, sin!

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In fact, at the moment when he pushed open the door of the hotel and walked out, there was still a trace of fantasy left in Mingmao's heart, imagining that Li Molin could jump off the bed and scold him, throw a pillow over and say that he was a scum of two people at the same time A scumbag and a scumbag...

But it didn't.

Apart from the fleeting surprise on his face, Li Molin didn't show any other slightest reaction. He was as calm as a cloud that could be seen when he raised his head when the sky was clear.

Ming Mao felt lost, but to a certain extent, he was relieved.

************

Arriving at the base by car, as soon as Ming Mao entered the yard, he saw several people sitting around the gazebo.

After walking over curiously, I found out that I was painting.

"Such a good interest." Mingmao walked over, put the handbag aside, and raised his eyebrows, "Come on, let's start an art class after the summer competition is over, so I don't have to worry about it."

"Uncle Coach!"

As the only person in the audience who was called uncle, Ming Mao was both happy and unhappy... happy because at least he was on the same level as Shen Youzhu so that no one would take advantage of him, and unhappy because... he looked old.

That's why several other people would rather be a generation and a half below Shen Youzhu's than be called uncles.

"Baby, what kind of masterpiece are you painting? It has attracted so many elder brothers to work here." Ming Mao smiled and moved to Shen Xiaoke's side, looked up at the drawing paper, suddenly a little surprised, " Did you draw this?"

"No." Shen Xiaoke shook his head honestly, "Ye Qian's elder brother gave it to me, and I'm learning from it!"

Ming Mao was taken aback, then raised his head and looked at Ye Qian next to him: "Has your brother been here?"

"Well, send Pei Hong back, I just left for a while."

"Tsk," Ming Mao smacked his lips, feeling a little regretful all of a sudden, "I haven't had time to meet, let's see how similar I am."

"It's not bragging, it's exactly the same." Fang Haoman, who was watching the excitement, began to argue, "When I came out, I looked at the back and thought it was exactly the same."

"Really?" Ming Mao knew that Fang Haoman always liked to exaggerate, so he turned his head and looked at Pei Hong again.

"Really," Pei Hong nodded firmly, "If you only look at the facial features without looking at the hair... I can't tell the difference."

Ye Qian smiled.

Although I feel that the difference in appearance with Ye Zhao is quite obvious, but since Fang Haoman and Pei Hong both said so, I really can't say anything more.

"Call me next time when you let your brother come to the base, and let me see how similar it can be." Ming Mao said to Ye Qian.

Ye Qian nodded in agreement.

*************

Several people went back after chatting in the yard for a while, and called Shen Xiaoke back by the way.

Shen Xiaoke has homework to do in the afternoon, and it happens to be in time for training, so no one will be delayed.

"Your nephew had a good time with Ye Zhao today, and before he left, he was in a hurry to recognize his master." Ye Qian sat next to Shen Youzhu, turned on the computer, and muttered.

"Yo, that's a good relationship," Shen Youzhu said, "Next time let Shen Xiaoke call you Shishu directly, and your brother won't be able to forgive him."

"I'm his uncle, so what should he call you?"

"Uncle."

"..."

"The routine failed." Shen Youzhu raised his eyebrows in a playful manner, and leaned closer to Ye Qian, "Am I very smart?"

"Be careful yourself," Ye Qian snorted, and looked up at Shen Youzhu, "Too smart is easy to go bald at an early age."

"Bald?" Shen Youzhu was taken aback, "My hairline is almost down to my chin, baby."

"You think you are an owl and you still go up to your chin, why don't you talk about your heels."

"It's hot to the heels in summer."

"Why don't you think about it?"

"That's not how well you have trained."

The two childish ghosts were bickering and laughing foolishly, and then suddenly heard the sound of the door opening, turned around and saw Li Molin walking in with his secretary.

"Hey, it's training." Li Molin was wearing a formal suit and tie, and the secretary behind him was carrying a black briefcase.

From the looks of it, they should be going somewhere for a meeting, anyway, they definitely didn't make a special trip to the base to see them.

When Li Molin makes a special trip to the base, he usually wears casual clothes, as casual as possible. After all, this is his territory. Li Molin never likes to wear formal clothes. .

Ming Mao didn't look back at first, but when he heard Li Molin's voice, he froze and turned around to stare at Li Molin in a daze.

"Coach Ming is working hard," Li Molin said with a blank expression, and the end of his eyes swept lightly on the glass table next to Ming Mao, and the corners of his mouth curled up after seeing a cup of steaming black coffee, "I didn't have a good rest last night. ah."

"Don't worry about it," Ming Mao pushed down his glasses and turned his eyes away, with a bit of impatience in his expression, "There are a lot of games recently, so it's normal to work overtime and have a little rest."

"I don't know where I got the overtime from?"

"Home."

"Oh~"

Li Molin's meaningful word "oh" almost scared Ming Maohun who was pretending to be calm on the surface, for fear that he would accidentally say something.

There are so many ears listening, but if one of them is not strict, then I'm afraid I can see you tomorrow.

"Why are you so free today?" At this point, Ming Mao had to forcibly intervene, raised his chin and narrowed his eyes, "come to observe the training."

"That's not true," Li Molin said, "I just happened to pass by and take a look."

"Training is nothing to watch." Mingmao said.

"That's not necessarily the case." Li Molin shook his head, denying Mingmao's statement, "Although I don't often come to observe the training, I can still understand a little bit."

As he said that, Li Molin pulled a chair and sat opposite Ming Mao. After looking at Ming Mao from top to bottom, he unabashedly landed on the red mark covered by the collar, and then revealed A meaningful smile.

"I know that playing professional games is the most important thing about strategy. Every time you guys have to rack your brains to come up with some new routines in the training games, you can use them in the games, don't you?" Li Molin said, his face unconscious He leaned closer to Ming Mao's body.

"So... Coach Ming."

"What routine are you playing today?"