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

To Ye Qian, Xiao Ke's words were more like a thunderclap resounding through the sky than a question.

The fried Yeqian is charred on the outside and tender on the inside, even fragrant...

"Silly boy, don't talk nonsense," Ye Qian clumsily and stiffly gave Shen Xiaoke a playful sloppy look, "Hurry up and put away the photos, or your uncle will see you when he comes back later, and he will say you."

Xiao Ke was obedient, nodded, and put the photo back into the original page of the photo album as Ye Qian said, and put the photo album back in the cabinet.

"Xiao Ke," Ye Qian sat on the sofa next to him, rubbed his nose, and asked with some embarrassment, "That's... where did this photo come from?"

"Grandma and I discovered it when we were cleaning before anything happened," Xiao Ke sat beside Ye Qian and took a banana from the table. "It was in my uncle's Chinese textbook in high school."

"That……"

Ye Qian was actually a little worried that if he asked too much, it would make Xiao Ke think wildly, but it would be fatal to swallow this question without asking it, so Ye Qian said again: "Why don't you ask?" Do you know that your uncle likes the person in the photo? It's a boy, isn't it?"

"No, Brother Ye Qian." Xiao Ke quickly shook his head.

Ye Qian was taken aback by this answer, almost thought that the one in the photo just now was a girl, but then Xiao Ke said again: "Grandma told me... Uncle doesn't like girls... and warned me that I must not be like Uncle That way, otherwise you will never speak to me again."

Your grandma really talks about everything...

And you silly boy, are you sure your grandma never told you not to talk about this matter to the outside world?

Ye Qian couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

Seeing Ye Qian's silence, the little brother couldn't help but move closer to Ye Qian's side, and then said resentfully: "Brother Ye Qian, uncle...does he like you?"

However, before Shen Xiaoke's words fell completely, he suddenly heard the sound of a key opening the door, followed by Shen Youzhu's words, "Shen Xiaoke, have you woken up yet?"

Hearing the sound, Xiao Ke quickly jumped up from the sofa and ran to the door, put on an extremely excited expression, waited for Shen Youzhu to come in, and hugged Shen Youzhu's waist with a smile: "Uncle!"

"Okay, hurry up and wash up, eat something and send you to paint." Shen Youzhu reached out and rubbed Shen Xiaoke's hair, smiling dotingly, "I see that the parent group said that today is Teacher Mu's Come to class, I will kill you again if you are late."

"Teacher Mu won't kill me." Xiao Ke took the breakfast bought by Shen Youzhu and put it on the table with a confident tone.

"Huh? Why?" Shen Youzhu raised his eyebrows.

"Because Teacher Mu likes uncle, so he is not willing to talk about me!"

"Start talking nonsense again." Shen Youzhu stretched out his hand and flicked Shen Xiaoke's head, "Teacher Mu has never seen me."

"When my uncle sent me to class years ago, Teacher Mu saw you and praised you for being handsome."

"Oh hey, your pole is far enough, baby." Shen Youzhu couldn't help laughing at being teased by Shen Xiaoke, and reached out to pat Xiao Ke's back, "Hurry up and wash up, the bean paste bag It's cold."

"it is good!"

*********

Ye Qian sat on the sidelines and watched, he didn't pay much attention to the chat between their uncle and nephew, what could not get out of his mind was the photo that Shen Xiaoke showed him just now.

Ye Qian knew that Shen Youzhu once had a boyfriend, and he probably sketched in his heart the body and appearance of a person that Shen Youzhu would like, but even so, all of these were still very vague and indistinct, full of love. Uncertainty... But one day, when all these things were concretized into a real person in a photo, Ye Qian was unexpectedly a little disappointed.

Ye Qian does not deny that he once had a naive fantasy that Shen Youzhu might just tell himself that he had liked others and had been in love just to make an immature and funny joke.

But it has now been proven that this is not the case.

There really exists such a person, a person who once made Shen Youzhu's heart flutter.

In that photo, Shen Youzhu's smile is extraordinarily good-looking, with a little youthfulness but very natural, as if someone has used inkpad to imprint Ye Qian's mind.

"Why don't you go eat?" Shen Youzhu walked to Ye Qian's side and asked lightly.

"I'm not hungry." Ye Qian looked up at Shen Youzhu.

The delicate and handsome face did not show the fatigue and sleepiness that appeared due to not sleeping all night, but was radiant.

"Then take it to the car to eat," Shen Youzhu said, "The training is at night, and you can sleep a little longer when you return to the base."

"Is the replay done?"

Ye Qian is really a little sleepy now, and he has no strength to speak.

"It's about the same," Shen Youzhu said, "Did the coach lose his temper in the backstage yesterday?"

"How do you know..." Ye Qian was surprised.

"Because the team has a big problem in the game." Shen Youzhu stretched his waist, picked up the half-eaten banana on the table and put it there, and stuffed it into his mouth, "Peng Pai made a lot of mistakes in his command, and the AD's state is not good. No, it's a mess."

Ye Qian looked at Shen Youzhu, but didn't answer.

Seeing this, Shen Youzhu obediently shut up for some reason.

"Why don't you continue talking?" Ye Qian, who was listening enthusiastically, couldn't help but blinked his eyes unsatisfied.

"I'm waiting for you to say 'you can do it'," Shen Youzhu smiled, "otherwise this conversation has no soul."

"Crazy." Ye Qian rolled his eyes, "Shake your M, you like to be bullied."

"Doesn't Shaking M also score with anyone?" Shen Youzhu pulled back a chair from behind, sat on it by himself, put his hands on the back of the chair, and looked at Ye Qian with admiration, "What do you think?"

Ye Qian looked at Shen Youzhu's face, bit his lip lightly, but couldn't say anything.

After another two seconds, Ye Qian even began to feel that Shen Youzhu's gaze became a little hot when it fell on him...

To be honest, Ye Qian didn't know if he really had some kind of mental illness.

For now, no matter how resistant or rebellious he is towards Shen Youzhu on the surface, in fact Ye Qian has never denied his liking for Shen Youzhu to himself in his heart.

Ye Qian understands everything, knows everything, he can even know that his liking for Shen Youzhu now is completely different from when he liked Liu Xu back then.

Back then when he liked Liu Xu, Ye Qian only hoped that he could devote all his affection and admiration to Liu Xu alone, and try his best to treat him well, but at that time, he had to be cautious because of some objective reasons.

Ye Qian still remembers the feeling of joy and excitement secretly in his heart every day when he looked at his face.

But to Shen Youzhu.

The more Ye Qian likes it, the more he will die to the end, as if one day if he accidentally admits it, he will be killed, which is dangerous and terrible.

Ye Qian also summed it up more than once in the dead of night, thinking that maybe it was because the somersault on Liu Xu's body was a bit severe that Ye Qian had to look like a frightened bird now.

Ye Qian knew that he was trying to wear down Shen Youzhu's patience, but there was nothing he could do.

Everything in the world seeks advantages and avoids disadvantages.

Coupled with what Shen Xiaoke said just now, Ye Qian couldn't help but feel that Shen Youzhu might regard him as a...substitute.

Ye Qian didn't want Shen Xiaoke to dig out a photo of himself from somewhere in the house and introduce it to other men in a few years.

"Brother, let me tell you a secret. This man was once dumped by my uncle."

……

I have to have the heart to die.

*********

The place where Shen Xiaoke learns to draw is not too far from home, less than 10 minutes' drive away.

When they arrived at the destination, Shen Youzhu watched Shen Xiaoke get out of the car and walked up the stairs with a few classmates before driving away in peace.

"Are you in a bad mood?" Shen Youzhu asked Ye Qian while driving, "I didn't talk much all morning."

"No..." Ye Qian turned his head and looked out the window, "I drank alcohol yesterday and didn't sleep enough... I feel uncomfortable."

"Do you want to go back to sleep for a while? There may be other things arranged after returning to the club, and then I won't be able to sleep."

"No need..." Ye Qian waved his hand, "Go back, I'll sleep on the road, anyway, you drive steadily."

"then what do I do?"

"What do you mean?"

Faced with Ye Qian's incomprehensible amorous feelings, Shen Youzhu couldn't help but frown: "But I will drive alone to meet my lonely baby."

"...You're so pretentious." Ye Qian frowned, but he never looked at Shen Youzhu.

Shen Youzhu paused for a moment, then went directly to find a sparsely populated roadside where parking was allowed and parked the car, put his elbows on the steering wheel and turned sideways to look at Ye Qian who had been avoiding his gaze.

"Did Xiaoke tell you something?"

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On the night when Ming Mao came to Li Molin's house, nothing happened between the two of them except for that shallow kiss.

But even so, it still can't change the fact that Ming Mao's back is so sore that he can hardly get out of bed.

Originally, Mingmao's cervical spine was not very good, and the bed in Li Molin's house was as soft as if it was piled with cotton, so it was even more uncomfortable after sleeping.

There was training in the team tonight, and there was a summary meeting before the training. Naturally, Ming Mao didn't dare to procrastinate. He got up from the bed, got dressed and left the guest room.

Thinking in his heart that Li Molin drank alcohol and slept late yesterday, so he would wake up in the afternoon today, so he prepared to leave silently, but as soon as he walked into the living room, he saw Li Molin wearing a white bathrobe, wet With hair on the phone.

"Mr. Yuan, I have told you about this many times. I have no way to interfere with my father's affairs. You are a smart person, so you shouldn't make it difficult for me..."

"And I can't get in touch with Li Chuang now. Even if I get in touch later, he won't be of much help to you. Jiu Qu's project has nothing to do with him."

"I'm really sorry."

After Li Molin finished saying sorry, he hung up the phone directly, and when he turned around, he found that Ming Mao was standing behind him at some point, staring at him blankly.

"Yo, are you awake?" Li Molin smiled and wrapped her bathrobe around her body, and put her mobile phone on the table beside her for placing flowers.

"Boss Li is talking about hundreds of thousands of business every minute." Ming Mao sat down on the sofa with a smile, and leaned back lazily.

"Yes," Li Molin was not at all modest with Ming Mao, standing in front of the window and stretching in the sunshine, "I was still dizzy after drinking yesterday, so I have to talk about things, I'm so tired."

"I was thinking, should I put you on the bed while drunk yesterday, to soothe your muscles and bones, maybe you will be better today," Mingmao tilted his head, "There is no need for adults to do this reserved."

"Then you are venting your personal anger."

"Shouldn't you vent?"

"Should."

"That's still going on."

"..." Li Molin raised his eyes and looked at Ming Mao helplessly.

In fact, Li Molin still feels very surprised that Ming Mao would take the initiative to mention these things now, and this feeling of surprise has probably been around since the Chinese New Year this year, and it has not completely faded until now.

Ming Mao is a straight man, and he has had girlfriends for more than one term. In the craziest times, he changed girlfriends more often than he changed clothes.

But since Li Molin got drunk and had a collision with Ming Mao on the bed at the club celebration dinner two years ago, it seems that Ming Mao never talked about his girlfriend again.

It is even rare to hear him mention the name of a strange girl.

And because of this incident, Li Molin actually blamed himself all the time.

Although he didn't really advocate Mingmao to have a girlfriend like this before, but the changes Mingmao made at that time made him have to stand on the commanding heights of morality and condemn himself, thinking that Mingmao must have been shadowed by the things with him .

Although...Ming Mao was actually quite proactive that night.

But that's beside the point.

"Cat," Li Molin cleared his throat after thinking about it, "The new season has begun, and the team's status still needs to be adjusted... Thank you for your hard work."

"It's not hard." Ming Mao smiled indifferently.

"Don't invite Ye Qian next time, just invite me to drink."