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

In fact, from the moment Li Molin called Ming Mao, Ming Mao had already guessed what Li Molin was going to say to him before he picked up the phone.

Therefore, when Li Molin asked him the sentence just now, Mingmao didn't feel any surprise in his heart, on the contrary he even thought it was reasonable.

I also know that the reason why Li Molin asks this question is not because he wants to get a definite answer, but because he is simply acting late at night.

All of these, Mingmao's heart is like a mirror.

After hanging up Li Molin's phone call, Ming Mao gathered himself together, put out the long and slender cigarette that had been holding between his other fingers and put it in the ashtray, and looked up at the computer screen before writing I finished less than half of the post-match summary.

His train of thought was extremely firmly stuck in the team battle when Pei Hong took the initiative to attack at 15 minutes into the first game, and he couldn't move, like a car tire stuck in quicksand. I can't write, I got stuck for half an hour.

The card was still stuck until Li Molin called.

Mingmao felt that he was a little absent-minded, but he didn't even know what he was thinking about in his heart, and he just piled it up there in a mess.

Standing up and picking up his coat from the back of the chair, Ming Mao walked out of his office.

It was already late at night, and there was no one in the club, only the "Overwatch" branch next door had an important offline match the day after tomorrow, and they were still training.

Hearing their coach's hysterical command voice faintly transmitted through the wall, Mingmao couldn't help but curl his lips while walking.

To describe this feeling, it is like the psychological state that a head teacher will show when he accidentally hears the head teacher of the next class lose his temper with his students, and he can't help but think of it before him. The appearance of losing his temper, thus inexplicably laughing.

Ming Mao suddenly remembered that during the game against NYG today, Li Molin was still on the phone asking if he lost his temper in the background...

Mingmao was really very angry at that time, because the same problem had been repeatedly emphasized with the team members countless times before, but the result was still not satisfactory, just like the seedlings that he had cultivated so hard for so long ended up in the end. The tassels produced were exactly the same as those produced during the three days of fishing and two days of drying the nets.

It's tormenting.

But what surprised Mingmao was that his angry feeling gradually dissipated when Li Molin called.

It's just that when I turned my head and saw Ye Qian's empty seat during the summing-up meeting at night, I felt a little uncomfortable.

Driving all the way to Li Molin's house, Ming Mao parked the car in a toll parking lot outside the community, which is specially used for parking foreign vehicles, then got out of the car and walked towards Li Molin's house.

Li Molin had given Mingmao a magnetic card for entering and leaving the community before, saying that it was kept with him as a spare, because he was a little lost.

However, this magnetic card has been in Mingmao's place for two and a half years, and Li Molin has never seen him come to ask for it.

Besides, Ming Mao also has a key to Li Molin's house, for the same reason as above.

*******

Borrowing the light from the street lights in the community, Ming Mao walked all the way to Li Molin's house, took out the key and opened the door.

The light in the room was dark, Ming Mao subconsciously wanted to reach out to turn on the light, but he saw Li Molin lying on the sofa as if he was fast asleep.

"Li Huaner?"

Ming Mao called Li Molin softly, but he didn't get a response. It seemed that he was really asleep.

Otherwise, as long as Ming Mao is nicknamed Li Molin, no matter what Li Molin is doing, he will turn his head and make a very resistant voice.

Ming Mao didn't dare to reach out to turn on the light for fear of waking Li Molin up accidentally, so he could only turn on the flashlight that came with his phone, and looked up to see two empty beer cans lying on the coffee table in front of the sofa. I just drank it.

Mingmao sighed, raised his legs and walked over to pick up two soda cans and threw them into the trash can next to him, and cleaned out the ashtray with a few cigarette butts.

While doing these things, the wind suddenly blew up outside again, and it seemed that it was going to rain heavily. Just as Ming Mao was about to turn around and close the curtains of these French windows, he heard Li Molin's voice behind him.

"You came……"

Li Molin's voice was soft with a touch of alcohol, Mingmao turned his head when he heard the sound, and saw Li Molin who was stuck on the sofa and hugged a heart-shaped pillow in his arms at some point, tilting his head in the darkness. Look at Ming Mao.

"Master, you are awake." Mingmao let out a long sigh of relief, and closed the curtains as he said, "I thought this would be the end of the night."

Li Molin rubbed his eyes, picked up a small remote control from his side, and turned on the light above his head.

However, because it is turned on in the night light mode, the light emitted from the light is at most only for people to walk without bumping their noses against the wall.

"What did you say to Ye Qian today?"

Seeing that Li Molin was silent, Ming Mao took the lead in asking.

"It's nothing." Li Molin pinched the bridge of his nose, then waved his hand, "I don't want to mention it..."

Under the dim light, most of Li Molin's not-so-round face was covered by shadows, and the lonely look in his eyes became even more unpredictable under his long and thick eyelashes.

Ming Mao walked slowly to Li Molin's side, bent down and picked up the clothes that Li Molin somehow threw on the ground.

Li Molin was only wearing a black base layer at the moment, outlining the shapely lines of his body, Ming Mao folded the clothes that had been left on the ground and put them aside, looking at Li Molin.

"what time is it?"

Li Molin touched twice from his side. The first time he touched the remote control just now, and the second time he touched the mobile phone. After pressing it, he glanced at it: "45:[-]."

"Happy birthday."

"Thank you."

"To be honest, I would rather exchange this thank you for some bonus." Ming Mao smiled and sat on the chair next to the sofa, facing Li Molin.

Li Molin raised his eyes and smiled, "You're also delusional."

"There is no way, people die for money and birds die for food."

"You sit down."

Li Molin looked up at Ming Mao, and then patted the sofa beside him with his hand.

Hearing the sound, Ming Mao sat in his seat and froze for a moment.

Li Molin saw that Ming Mao was standing there with no intention of taking action, so he couldn't help raising his eyebrows: "Resist the decree?"

"You don't want to continue guarding yourself like a jade for your little brother Zhengyuan whom you have never met?"

Ming Mao straightened his body, smiled calmly, tilted his head and quietly waited for Li Molin's answer, and decided to think about how to take the next step based on Li Molin's answer.

"... I can't help but be tempted to make mistakes every time I drink." Li Molin tilted his head to look at Ming Mao, with a little helplessness in his expression, he paused for a few seconds after he finished speaking, and then added, " And still making the same mistake with the same person."

"Really?"

Ming Mao raised his eyebrows.

"It's been several years, can you stop embarrassing me..." Li Molin raised his neck and scratched his head in despair, "I have to feel guilty, embarrassed and guilty towards you in the middle of the night... ..."

"Didn't you blame me for seducing you at first?"

"This kind of bastard-like speech is also part of my guilt towards you..." Li Molin desperately grabbed his hair, and a helpless smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "Why do you have such a good memory?"

"Don't you also remember..."

Ming Mao restrained his smile and turned his head to look at Li Molin's clean side face.

I don't know why, but Li Molin has already reached his thirties, but Li Molin always lacks the sense of maturity and stability that a man of this age group should possess.

Although sometimes Li Molin would try to pretend that he was very mature to others, wearing a suit and tie, but for some reason, the whole person looked stiff and clumsy, like a load-bearing wall turned fine, it was hard to believe that in In fact, he still holds the leading company in the current e-sports industry in his hands.

I feel that Zuo Zuo is nothing more than a rich second generation relying on their parents to make a fortune.

"Of course I remember..." Facing Ming Mao's words, Li Molin did not choose to evade, turned his head and looked at Ming Mao slowly from top to bottom, and then said: "I remember 'everything'."

The deliberately accented word "what" didn't make Ming Mao show any signs of blushing and heartbeat, but he took the initiative to move towards Li Molin's side.

Then a light kiss fell on his lips.

said lightly,

"Coincidentally,"

"Me too……"

********

By the time Ye Qian and Shen Youzhu returned to the base, the training of the team members had already ended, so the two of them went back to the room directly.

Shen Youzhu didn't finish what he said in the car before, but Ye Qian was still not mentally prepared to listen to it, and after forcibly interrupting it, he didn't continue.

Until seeing that Shen Youzhu was about to go back to his room, Ye Qian hadn't said what he wanted to say to Shen Youzhu in his heart, it was like a lump in his throat, torturing Ye Qian's thinking all the time.

Shen Youzhu said before that he doesn't like men...but now he has an extra boyfriend out of nowhere...

Who is the boyfriend?When did this happen?

Ye Qian felt like he was running around in his narrow and limited thinking palace like a headless fly. He obviously just asked a casual question and got the answer, but Ye Qian's heart was filled with a lot of thoughts for some reason. An invisible fear and worry.

"Ye Qian?"

Just when Ye Qian was about to go back to the room and lie on the bed in a worried mood, tossing and turning, unable to sleep at night, Shen Youzhu suddenly called him from behind.

Ye Qian turned around, looked at Shen Youzhu's face, his heartbeat speeded up suddenly, and at the same time told himself that if Shen Youzhu suddenly wants to continue the topic that he just didn't finish, then he must sit down and accompany him to the end.

I saw Shen Youzhu smiled at Ye Qian, and said lightly: "Would you like to watch today's match again with me?"

"What?" Ye Qian was a little surprised.

"Tomorrow's summary meeting I will do a replay," Shen Youzhu's tone was full of pleas, "Stay with me."

"You...you don't know how to read..." In fact, Ye Qian didn't intend to refuse in his heart, but because of his personality, he had to be stubborn, otherwise he would feel uncomfortable all over.

"I'm so tired today, I'm afraid I'll fall asleep..." Shen Youzhu leaned against the door frame of his room, and smiled, "Do you have the heart to watch me make an embarrassment when I sum up tomorrow..."

"Um..."

"Stay with me," Shen Youzhu completely ignored Ye Qian's straightforward answer to him, and muttered again, then smiled helplessly, "I'll teach you how to play mid laner."

"...I don't need you to teach me,"

Ye Qian pouted, although his face was very reluctant, but his body still closed the door of his room very honestly, and walked towards Shen Youzhu.

As he walked, he muttered to himself.

"A pensioner who can't even get on the field...teach me shit."