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

After Ming Mao finished speaking, the silence in the training room was far more exaggerated than imagined.

At that moment, everyone sitting in the room seemed to be able to clearly hear the footsteps of ants crawling on the ground, and even... the sound of breathing.

"That……"

After a long time, Cheng Yaofei opened his mouth cautiously, with a hint of probing in his eyes.

Ming Mao's mental state was not stable at this time, Cheng Yaofei had to be like this, otherwise it would be bad if he got offended.

"Coach, can you tell us what the disease is?"

"It's not sure yet, and I can't say," Ming Mao lowered his head, "When Hu Yiyao comes back in a while, don't ask any more questions, just pretend nothing happened."

After finishing speaking, Ming Mao briefly said to them, "Let's disband." He turned around and opened the door to leave the training room.

This should also be the first time that after Ming Mao left, everyone didn't rush away like herding sheep and ducks, or directly fry the pot in place.

I don't know how long it took before Shen Youzhu spoke.

"Do you still remember... Hu Yiyao used to always say that his back hurts."

"Remember, he was still talking about it in the room last night. Later, I borrowed two warm stickers from him, which made it better." Peng Pai's mood seemed to be a little more stable than before, and his words were not so rushed. Shang straightened up and looked at Shen Youzhu, "Why are you asking this all of a sudden?"

"Is it possible... something wrong with his waist?" Shen Youzhu also knew that it might not be a good idea to suspect his teammate's illness like this, but after thinking about it, it seems that this possibility is slightly more likely.

"What can be found in the waist? Herniated intervertebral disc? Strained lumbar muscles?" Peng Pai was stunned.

"Aren't these all geriatric diseases..." Fang Haoman on the side was even more confused.

"The waist is also divided into geriatric diseases and juvenile diseases...?" Pei Hong seemed to be the most confused in the audience.

"Just sitting so stupidly every day, I can't prepare..." Cheng Yaofei said, "I remember that the team organized yoga every day before, but now after the Spring Split, no one mentions it anymore."

"I had a meeting with the manager a few days ago to discuss this matter, and I also said that I would set up two table tennis tables on the platform mountain in front of the base."

"Let's digress, you guys," Peng Pai scratched his hair, "What are you talking about?"

"I think we should stop guessing now."

Ye Qian knew that he should have the least right to speak here now, not only because Ye Qian and Hu Yiyao were the least familiar with each other, but more importantly... To put it a little inhumanely, once Hu Yiyao was really seriously ill, then Ye Qian Will be the only beneficiary among all the people present.

The term beneficiary is somewhat cold, but it is also true.

It's just another matter whether Ye Qian thinks so in his heart.

*********

When Hu Yiyao came back, everyone had finished the second training session and was packing up the things on the table, but when they heard Hu Yiyao came back, they immediately stopped their work by coincidence.

"Still training." When Hu Yiyao opened the door and came in, his expression was very natural, and he was even smiling, which was in sharp contrast to Mingmao's previously imaginary state of forced laughter with red eyes.

And this made Ming Mao and the other team members feel a little more at ease.

"Hu'er," Peng Pai stood up and walked in front of Hu Yiyao, "how are you doing?"

"I'm fine, nothing serious," Hu Yiyao said, and stretched out the back of his left hand to show Peng Pai, "I lost a bottle of glucose and took medicine, and I'm much better now."

"That's good..." Peng Pai suddenly remembered that Ming Mao told them not to mention his illness to Hu Yiyao, otherwise it would add psychological pressure to Hu Yiyao.

So now Peng Pai can only communicate with Hu Yiyao as if he doesn't know anything.

"Although it's nothing serious..." Hu Yiyao raised his eyebrows, "But I may not be able to come to train with you recently, and I have to rest for a while. The doctor said that my life schedule is too irregular."

"Well," Peng Pai nodded, "The doctor is right, you need to rest well."

"How did you cooperate with Ye Qian?" Hu Yiyao rubbed Peng Pai's hair.

"return……"

"not too good."

Peng Pai originally wanted to say "not bad", but before he could say the last two words, Ye Qian took over.

After Ye Qian finished speaking, he stood up from his seat, walked up to Hu Yiyao and smiled with shame: "It's really not the original one, it's not good..."

Peng Pai stood beside him in a daze.

"So you have to take good care of your illness and come back early."

……

When Hu Yiyao heard Ye Qian say this, he was taken aback for a moment, then nodded quickly: "No problem."

Ming Mao watched them quietly from the side, and didn't say much, but just looked down at Ye Qian's average score that he had just calculated this afternoon.

13/3/7

The legendary ones aren't too good... ha.

**********

Night is a magical time when it is easy to become very hypocritical.

After Ye Qian returned to the room, he sat on the window sill, curled up one leg to hug him, put his chin on his knee, and forgot to turn on the light.

The curtains in the room have been drawn all the time, but you can still feel the light coming in from the outside in bits and pieces.

The location of the TSG base is well chosen. You can see the beautiful and bustling night view of M City from the eighth floor. The bustling crowds on the street and the constant flow of vehicles can always create a feeling for the team members that they are not imprisoned in the city. A wonderful illusion in a big cage where nothing but competition is training.

It’s just that Ye Qian doesn’t have this kind of blessing. His fear of heights makes him look like a delinquent boy who took stimulants and went to disco in nightclubs even if he took a look at his heart.

Fortunately, the hearing is fine.

The sound of car horns coming from time to time made Ye Qian feel both noisy and at ease.

From childhood to adulthood, Ye Qian always seemed to have this kind of contradictory mood, such as when he was facing the paintbrush when he was a child, for example when he was facing Liu Xu for a few months, for example when he was in the Facing... Shen Youzhu's mood.

Ye Qian didn't expect that after coming to TSG, as a substitute player, he would start playing earlier than Shen Youzhu.

This is something that one should be proud of, but now... he has no mood at all.

Until now, they still don't know what Hu Yiyao's illness is, and judging from Hu Yiyao's performance today, he himself should not be ready to tell them the truth in a short time.

This is actually a torment for everyone.

********

Just as he was thinking wildly, Ye Qian suddenly heard someone knocking on his door.

No need to ask, it must be Shen Youzhu.

"Come in."

Ye Qian yelled at the door, and then Shen Youzhu obediently opened the door and walked in from the outside.

"Why don't you turn on the lights?"

"I don't want to open..."

Shen Youzhu originally wanted to help Ye Qian turn on the light, but when he heard Ye Qian's answer, he took his hand away again.

"Why don't you go to sleep..." Ye Qian still hugged his legs, his posture didn't change at all because Shen Youzhu came in, as if he was immobilized with plaster, "I stayed up all night yesterday, and I trained with you again." Afternoon...you are not sleepy."

"It's okay," Shen Youzhu smiled and sat next to Ye Qian, "It's just that my hands are a little uncomfortable."

"Really?" Ye Qian straightened up, "Before Coach Ming asked you if you could teach you to show your strength, look at you now! Bring it here and show me...Forget it, I'll turn on the light first, don't you Chaos..."

"Just kidding." Shen Youzhu grabbed Ye Qian who was about to turn on the light at the door. Ye Qian couldn't see Shen Youzhu's expression clearly in the dark, but he should be smiling.

"What time is it and you still have the mind to joke around!" Ye Qian angrily shook off Shen Youzhu's hand and sat back down again, the reproach in his tone did not make Shen Youzhu lose the slightest bit.

After being silent for two seconds, he continued, "I'm serious, Shen Youzhu, if something happens to you at this time... our team will be completely finished."

"Sitting here alone just now, was that why you were thinking about this?" Shen Youzhu leaned his head against the window and asked softly.

"No..." Ye Qian rubbed his nose, "You came in and thought about it."

"Is that what you were thinking about that photo?"

"What photos... how do you know?" Ye Qian suddenly raised his head, in the darkness, he clearly felt Shen Youzhu's smug smile.

"Xiao Ke told you," Ye Qian narrowed his eyes and said the answer before Shen Youzhu finished complacent, "Isn't it?"

"You can't imagine how well student Shen Xiaoke has mastered the art of 'becoming a deserter, selling teammates'," Shen Youzhu said, "It's not like his uncle at all."

"..." Ye Qian was speechless, "It's a pity that he sold himself this time."

"What a lovely child."

Shen Youzhu couldn't help laughing twice after being teased.

In fact, if Shen Youzhu didn't mention it, Ye Qian would have almost forgotten it, but now that he said this suddenly, Ye Qian suddenly felt even more uncomfortable.

The uncomfortable point is that Ye Qian doesn't even know the names of the people in the photo, who lives where, and just looking at the peaceful smiles of him and Shen Youzhu in the photo, Ye Qian feels as if he has experienced A bloody storm.

"His name is Chu Zheng." Shen Youzhu said.

"Oh." Ye Qian nodded.

However, after receiving Ye Qian's response, Shen Youzhu suddenly fell silent for some reason.

Ye Qian raised his head: "Why don't you go on?"

"Because I think the young master doesn't seem to want to hear it very much." Shen Youzhu tilted his head.

"I..." Ye Qian froze for a moment, "Is there?"

"No?"

"..."

"Then say you want to hear it."

"No."

"So you don't want to hear it?"

Come again and again.

Ye Qian sometimes wonders if Shen Youzhu has really studied crooked psychology, and the main content is the kind that teaches people how to easily lead others by the nose.

Obviously, Shen Youzhu should still be an outstanding graduate in the class.

"Ye Qian..." Shen Youzhu said as he moved closer to Ye Qian's side, "Are you jealous?"

"..."

"In the car in the morning too?"

"..."

Ye Qian bit his lower lip, and he had every reason to suspect that Shen Youzhu's ability to survive until now was all because he wanted to understand this matter.

tirelessly.

"Let's... let's discuss this matter at another time."

Ye Qian lowered his head, avoiding Shen Youzhu's gaze. Although he was in the dark, he could feel that Shen Youzhu was looking at him.

Hearing what Ye Qian said, Shen Youzhu was silent for a moment, then nodded: "Okay."

This is different from what Ye Qian thought.

Ye Qian originally thought that after he finished saying that sentence, Shen Youzhu would continue to insist willfully and even domineeringly, and continue to let himself answer his questions.

but.

Shen Youzhu obeyed like a newborn lamb.

He stood up slowly in the darkness, walked to the door, and was about to reach out to open it, when he suddenly heard Ye Qian's slightly anxious voice coming from behind.

"so!"

Hearing the sound, Shen Youzhu stopped the hand that was about to open the door, and turned around slowly, ready to listen to Ye Qian's next words.

"You really like me because I look like him, right?"

Ye Qian didn't know how courageous he had mustered up to ask such a straightforward question. Judging from the fact that he had been working hard for a day and didn't know how to say it, this result was still not enough. It's really unexpected.

But what followed was Shen Youzhu's silence.

Ye Qian panicked.

Is this question so difficult to answer?

Or was Shen Youzhu afraid that he would get angry after hearing the answer, so he was making a more secure statement in his heart...?

However, before Ye Qian could figure it out, Shen Youzhu suddenly walked up to Ye Qian in three or two steps for some reason, and then held Ye Qian's chin domineeringly with one hand to force him to raise his head.

Finally kissed deeply...

*********

Ye Qian felt that he was really tired today, he didn't want to resist, he didn't want to struggle, he put his arms around Shen Youzhu's neck and responded greenly and unfamiliarly.

Maybe it's been really lonely for a long time,

Even a forced kiss feels sweet at this moment.

And at this moment, besides this, there is another thing that Ye Qian couldn't readily admit for a long time...

The scent on Shen Youzhu's body seemed to have a magical power that he couldn't extricate himself from.

This kind of magical power has been haunting Ye Qian's heart since the two of them first met.

**********

"you……"

After kissing for an unknown amount of time, Ye Qian finally reluctantly pulled his lips away from Shen Youzhu by a short distance, but his hands still hugged Shen Youzhu's neck.

"What perfume are you using?"

"Huh?" Shen Youzhu didn't think about complaining about Ye Qian saying that this topic would spoil the atmosphere at this time, but instead replied patiently and confused, "Lu Dan's hanging bell vase... What's wrong?"

"It's just...you don't think..."

Ye Qian blushed, and secretly made up his mind to attribute all his shameful words at this moment to tonight's night being too provocative tomorrow morning.

Even if he never even opened the curtains from the beginning to the end.

"What do you think?"

"Will it be addictive?"