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

It was already the next afternoon that Pei Hong received Ye Zhao's application to add friends.

In fact, this friend request has been sent since ten o'clock in the morning, but by the time Pei Hong opened his eyes from the bed, it was already 45:[-] in the afternoon.

The wonder of the biological clock of e-sports players is far more than that.

Moreover, Pei Hong was not sober at the time, yawned and flipped through her phone, wondering if she should continue squinting for another 5 minutes, but she was immediately startled by Ye Zhao's name.

The sleepiness disappeared in an instant.

Of course Pei Hong will not forget the thing he promised Ye Zhao before, and it is precisely because of this that he feels nervous when he receives a friend application...

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You have added Ye Zhao, now you can start chatting.

Start……

What are we talking about...?

Pei Hong was lying under the quilt, staring at the line prompted by the system. Later, Fang Haoman was supposed to be taking a bath in the bathroom of the room and accidentally knocked the empty bottle of shower gel that had been used up on the floor with a crisp sound. Only then did Pei Hong suddenly regain his composure.

Pei Hong felt that maybe she didn't need to be so nervous. After a few hours, maybe Ye Zhao has found another suitable model, who is more professional and more in line with his aesthetic requirements.

Pei Hong sat up and rubbed her eyes, and decided that she still had to focus on the next training, and didn't want to get rid of these crooked ways that came out of luck.

Otherwise, the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment.

Seeing that there are still three and a half hours before the afternoon training, Pei Hong decided to make good use of this time, first go to the training room to play a few hot hands, and catch up with the live broadcast time.

As a result, just as I pulled my legs out of the quilt and wanted to put on my shoes, I heard the phone vibrate.

Pei Hong was so nervous that she almost gasped.

Quickly pick up the phone, unlock it and click in to have a look.

It really was Ye Zhao.

He said: Is it convenient to answer the phone, baby?

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Pei Hong originally thought that the few words Cheng Yaofei called her when he was drunk before were too greasy to surpass, but today, the invisible record board in Pei Hong's heart was severely refreshed.

The chill that hit Tianling Gai from the soles of the feet was all due to the miraculous visual effect caused by Ye Zhao's word "baby".

It is better than the millions of special effects used in American science fiction movies.

But even so, Pei Hong's tolerance towards Ye Zhao was surprisingly high at this moment. Compared with the first time the two met, Pei Hong's bottom line was almost lower this time to meet King Yama.

Thinking about it carefully, the saying "money can turn the clock back" is really fucking awesome.

Pei Hong thought so in her heart.

"It's convenient, you can call here."

After Pei Hong finished typing, she clicked send without thinking.

In fact, Pei Hong still has entanglements in his heart, but in order to prevent his entanglements from being too entangled, he has to speed up his pace and force himself not to think too much, otherwise it will only increase in vain. pain.

Soon Ye Zhao's phone call came, Pei Hong first pressed the call button, and then got out of bed to open the curtains.

Today is another refreshing sunny day. I feel that the most suitable weather is to wake up naturally from the bed, take a shower, and go shopping in a commercial street with a lot of people outside.

Instead of being imprisoned in the training room separated from the sunny day by a wall.

But Pei Hong is not in the mood to think about these things now, and sat back on the bed with the phone in hand: "Hello."

"Remember me?" Ye Zhao's voice sounded very energetic, as if he had taken medicine, "I saw you at the gate of your base last time."

"I remember..." Pei Hong answered and couldn't help thinking that it might be hard not to remember, not to mention what he said and did to himself before, just because he looks exactly like Ye Qian That's enough to make it unforgettable.

"To be honest, I'm a little surprised that you didn't reject me. Is it because of selling Ye Qian's face?"

"No..." Pei Hong replied, "It has nothing to do with Ye Qian."

Pei Hong's answer made Ye Zhao silent for a moment, and then laughed happily twice: "Anyway, Pei Hong, I am very honored that you can agree."

Pei Hong was taken aback for a moment.

For some reason, I feel that Ye Zhao's way of speaking today seems to be a little different from the first time I met him.

He is gentle and decent, like a different person.

But in fact, because Ye Zhao's father, Mr. Ye Jubo, has gradually transformed from an artist to a businessman in recent years, it is inevitable that sometimes he will bring Ye Zhao and all other entrepreneurs to negotiate and negotiate.

Ye Zhao was fascinated by his ears and eyes, and gradually figured out a little way.

I didn't do this before because I thought it was unnecessary, but now it is considered that he has something to ask for, and it is the first prerequisite to reach a cooperation.

"Actually, I want to tell you..." Pei Hong rubbed her nose, "Recently, I've been the starter in the team, and the training time is longer than that of the substitute players, so..."

"The version I heard is that no matter what position you are in, you have a long training time." Ye Zhao smiled, and his tone did not become dignified because Pei Hong said that his time is very tight. "Don't worry, I will arrange it." Time."

"Okay," Pei Hong nodded, "Then after your painting is finished... what will you use it for?"

"For public welfare, sell it to local rich men and then donate the money earned to Hope Primary School in impoverished mountainous areas."

"What?" Pei Hong frowned, "But I..."

"You really believe me when I go." Ye Zhao was shocked when he heard that Pei Hong was going to follow him, "Ye Qian didn't tell you anything?"

"Don't be kidding me, I have washed up and went to training now..."

Pei Hong, who realized that she was cheated again, pressed her temples helplessly, thinking it was a waste of time to complain more.

"Actually, it's just for practice, so don't be nervous," Ye Zhao said, "But if it's not bad... I'll consider arranging it for the next art exhibition."

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"Can I ask one last question..."

In fact, Pei Hong really doesn't have so many problems in normal times, especially in the aspect of daily game training, basically just let the coach call him casually and he will understand everything.

But when it comes to things like oil painting models, Pei Hong is an out-and-out layman.

"You ask." Ye Zhao patiently responded to Pei Hong.

"That's...you draw..."

For some reason, this last question made Pei Hong hesitant, her face flushed, and she groaned for a long time before saying the following, "Does the model wear clothes..."

This time, Ye Zhao really laughed out loud.

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In the morning, Ye Qian woke up earlier than Shen Youzhu, but he was lazy in bed and didn't get up.

Although the decoration of Shen Youzhu's house is very ordinary, there is no specific style, and it doesn't have the feeling of Ye Qian's house that wished that every corner and corner of the artist's bones flowed with nobility and hypocrisy.

But I have to say that this bed was somehow more comfortable than the one Ye Qian had at home.

It's not so soft that people feel uncomfortable after a night's sleep, and it's not so hard that people feel their shoulders hurt when they turn over. Everything is just right and perfect.

The silk quilt should have just been washed, with a slight soapy smell.

Ye Qian and Shen Youzhu were covered with two quilts, and Shen Youzhu's was covered with a hellokitty quilt for some reason, which caused Ye Qian to hold back his laughter last night and almost suffered an internal injury.

But it's okay to get used to it now.

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As Shen Youzhu himself said before, he should have done a replay last night, and he was still awake when Ye Qian went to the bathroom around six o'clock.

In fact, seeing Shen Youzhu like this, Ye Qian was still a little surprised, because in Ye Qian's cognitive concept before, a person like Shen Youzhu, who has achieved such dazzling achievements, should have said goodbye long ago. I have lived the kind of bitter and sad life of replaying the game all night, taking notes and analyzing tactics for the next day's summary meeting.

It is enough to go to training on time every day, do live broadcasts on time, win games to coax fans, and wait for large sums of money to be credited.

But the reality seems to be much crueler than Ye Qian imagined.

Ye Qian turned sideways and put one hand under his head, blinked and stared blankly at Shen Youzhu.

The person who is rated as the top 3 person in the global e-sports circle by the exaggerated e-sports media... Ha.

Indeed... not bad looking.

It seems that Liu Xu has only ranked No.14, and the domestic ranking is only fifth.

When Ye Qian was in SFG, Song Qi and the others chatted nonchalantly from the training room, and Ye Qian accidentally overheard these things.

At that time, Ye Qian's attitude towards this could be said to be sneering, thinking that as an e-sports player, he should engage in e-sports well, and such things as appearance are not even considered a bonus item, and it's not like going to a nightclub to be a duck after retiring.

But now, Ye Qian feels a little "really fragrant".

Perhaps good-looking and skilled players are really pleasing to the eye when they play games...

Ye Qian wanted to slowly reach out his hand towards Shen Youzhu.

He didn't know what he wanted to do, maybe he wanted to touch Shen Youzhu's hair, pinch this so-called face that "makes countless people dream about".

Ye Qian feels that he is now like a concubine who was summoned to serve the bed for the first time in ancient times, saw the emperor's face for the first time, shared the bed with the emperor for the first time, that kind of freshness bursting out from the inside out. The sensation made his body almost out of his control.

Seeing that he was about to touch Shen Youzhu's lips, he suddenly heard Shen Youzhu cough lightly, so frightened that Ye Qian hurriedly put his hands under the quilt and turned his back to Shen Youzhu.

Cold sweat rolled down his forehead at that moment.

Ye Qian didn't want Shen Youzhu to see himself like this, as scary as an idiot.

But it's okay, Shen Youzhu probably just coughed and didn't wake up... It's okay, it's okay...

As a result, just as Ye Qian was lying on the bed with his eyes closed and comforting himself psychologically, "it's okay, it's okay", suddenly, he felt a pair of big hands encircling him from behind.

After finishing the ring, he hugged him back.

"Is there something on my face baby?"

Shen Youzhu's voice was soft and delicate like the fluff of an adult puppet cat, and then he put his chin on Ye Qian's shoulder.

"what are you doing!"

Ye Qian hurriedly struggled a few times, blushing so hard that he didn't dare to turn his head.

Another part of the reason for his blushing was that Shen Youzhu could clearly feel a certain unembarrassing place on his waist, as if he had set up a tent...

Hold……

"You are crazy for playing hooligans in broad daylight, Xiao Ke is still in the next room!"

"You really know how to shout, "Stop the thief, you," Shen Youzhu smiled helplessly and dotingly, "I don't know who was going to greet someone with a hoof just now."

"You fucking..." In order not to wake up Xiao Ke, Ye Qian tried his best to lower his voice, "You fucking... Didn't you notice that you stood up?!"

"Then you want to solve it for me?" Shen Youzhu squinted his eyes, grabbed Ye Qian's restless hands with only one hand, and pressed them in front of Ye Qian's body, "Huh?"

"Shen Youzhu, I'm warning you not to push your nose on your face..."

Ye Qian panicked, he really never expected that after the two of them lay on the same bed peacefully last night, they would come out like this this morning.

He only heard Shen Youzhu laugh next to Ye Qian's ear, the hand holding Ye Qian did not intend to let go.

"Call my husband, or I'll mess around."

"Husband, your uncle."

"Tsk."

Shen Youzhu raised his eyebrows, and without a word, he pulled Ye Qian's shoulders to make him lie flat, and then sat up so that he faced himself.

"Then I'll ask your husband to promise you."

"roll roll roll!"

"Ye Qian..."

"I'm angry." Suddenly, Ye Qian's voice became low for some reason, "I mean Shen Youzhu."

I saw Ye Qian frowning when he asked Shen Youzhu, with a serious expression.

"Are you afraid?"