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

Ever since he met Ye Qian, in Shen Youzhu's memory, he finally had a little impression and positioning of this rookie mid laner named Ye Qian.

Strong personality, straight temper.

In fact, even if the two of them didn't have any verbal communication before, Shen Youzhu could probably tell a thing or two from the stubborn little eyes he showed when he looked at him.

In the games of previous years, it is actually not difficult to see that the SFG team has always been regarded as a fairly obvious and unnegligible shortcoming in terms of mid laners, but now it is hard to cultivate such a mid laner with outstanding ability When a rookie comes out, the whole team should pamper him a bit.

And if you are too spoiled, you will inevitably have a little personality.

This Shen Youzhu is not surprising, after all, everyone came here from that time.

"Hey brother, what did you talk to that little mid laner about today?"

At the end of the celebration banquet in the evening, when he was walking back in the bus, Hu Yiyao, who had been holding back for a long time, finally couldn't help but bumped into Shen Youzhu, who was beside him with his head tilted against the window, with his elbow.

"Hey, you always ask what you're doing." Shen Youzhu turned around, with a bit of laziness in his tone, as if he was sleepy.

"Ask, what's the matter? I've played three games with him, and I haven't said a word." Hu Yiyao said, and bumped Shen Youzhu twice: "Or you are a stinky hooligan, and you just finished one match." We hooked up in just one game, and it was very flamboyant."

"I just found out that you have no doorman all day long, you know what hooking up is, so you can just talk nonsense," Shen Youzhu frowned, with an impatient expression on his face, and then stretched out a hand from his pocket Pulling the collar, he said as if he was patient: "I, your wife and I, that's called hooking up, understand?"

"Hurry up and get the hell out of your way, uncle." Hu Yiyao was immediately amused by Shen Youzhu, and scolded while laughing, "I still take it as a fucking truth, if you can really turn me into a daughter-in-law, you will show that feeling good."

"Daughter-in-law is struggling," Shen Youzhu tilted his head and leaned against the car window again, "I will transform you into a husband from the crotch."

"Put away your tiger-wolf words," Hu Yiyao listened, and kicked Shen Youzhu with his calf with a look of disgust, blinked, and began to speak again: "Your stuff is not enough for my teeth."

"Then I'm afraid you don't have teeth."

"Today, you two will compare to see who can fight to death, right?" Fang Haoman who was sitting in front finally couldn't listen anymore, turned around and knelt on his seat and looked at the two of them with the back of the chair: "It's not enough Gap between your teeth... Hey, let me just say that Hu Yiyao can't just hide those special hobbies of yours obediently and obediently?"

"Pfft..."

This time, it was Shen Youzhu's substitute, Pei Hong, who couldn't hold back the joy, and even Coach Ming in front of him also turned around with a feigned disgust.

"Hold--"

Hu Yiyao's face instantly looked like a meat grinder, accompanied by Shen Youzhu's extremely joyful laughter, and deliberately dragged out the verb in his mouth for a long time.

******

Ye Qian watched the nurse enter the three words "three to zero" in the column under the pet's name, as if he were a great writer admiring a masterpiece he had just created.

"After the test results come out in a while, if you have feline distemper virus on your body, please take it back. There are other foster pets in the hospital. I'm afraid they will be infected. We will discuss how to use the medicine when the doctor comes tomorrow morning."

"That..." Ye Qian raised his hand: "Nurse sister, I want to ask the cat plague you just mentioned... can it be cured?"

"The cure rate of feline distemper virus is 60.00% to 40.00% for adult cats, but yours is too small..." The nurse looked away from the computer screen and looked at Ye Qian, "To be honest, if it is really infected , the cure rate is less than [-]%.”

"..."

"Let's take a look first, it shouldn't be so memorized."

It would be better...Ye Qian couldn't help laughing bitterly.But if today's memorization is considered exhausted, I will never be able to memorize it any more.

******

The three-to-zero physical examination report came out in about 10 minutes. Ye Qian saw that the nurse first handed him a piece of paper with the test report on it, and then handed him something like a pregnancy test stick.

There is a bar on it.

"It's okay," the nurse said while looking at the test sheet, "I didn't get feline plague, but I have a cold, and the vitality of the intestinal flora is low, and I am a little malnourished. The wound on the ear will have to be treated in a while, and I will feed more vitamins when I go back. C and probiotics."

"What bacteria?"

For a moment, Ye Qian suddenly felt like a parent who brought his children to see a doctor, worrying and struggling, and had to remember to go to the pharmacy to prescribe some medicine later.

"Probiotics, to regulate the intestines," the nurse seemed to be amused by Ye Qian's bewildered expression, "I'll open a box for it in a while, and you have to wash it with warm water and feed it with a syringe when you go back." .”

"..."

Isn't this looking for trouble for yourself?

Ye Qian watched helplessly as the nurse carefully carried San Bi Ling out of the consulting room wrapped in a towel, and handed it back to Ye Qian's hand.

"It's so small that I won't take antibiotics, go back and observe if something is wrong, then bring it back."

"I……"

"Add our WeChat, and contact us at any time if there is any situation."

"Okay, but..."

"And I have to explain to you that this test can only ensure that the little guy is not sick before the physical examination, and we can't guarantee it after that. Infectious diseases are still quite hard to say."

"..."

Ye Qian is really not suitable for talking to people, especially in this situation, let alone a whole sentence, three words can't be answered, and the nurse's words are scary.

Considering that Three Bi Zero was still too young, Ye Qian couldn't bear to throw it into the hospital by himself, so he came out with him in his arms.

Since I brought pets, it is impossible to stay in a hotel, so I can only bite the bullet and go home to receive a freshly baked scolding meal.

The so-called blessing is not a disaster, and it is a disaster that cannot be avoided.

*****

Seeing that the sky outside had lightened a little, Ye Qian dragged his suitcase and his own tired body which was more difficult to drag than the suitcase to the door of the house.

Ye Qian's family is in a relatively high-end residential area in M ​​City. The layout of the entire community is like a luxurious manor. In addition to musical fountains and strange-shaped green plants, there are many medieval-style sculptures around. There are also exquisite patterns carved on the stone road.

After Ye Qian entered the house, like a thief, he took San Bi Ling to the second floor and entered his room, and to Ye Qian's relief, San Bi Ling went all the way to save face and didn't bark. His body didn't tremble as much as before.

Although Ye Qian didn't go home all year round, the room was kept clean.

There is a black velvet chair in the room with a thick velvet blanket under it.

Ye Qian is a bit of a clean freak, so he naturally doesn't want to put a dirty three-to-zero on his chair or bed. After all, dirty clothes can be washed directly, but dirty beds can be troublesome to clean up.

After thinking about it, I had no choice but to carefully put the three-to-zero on the blanket, and remind myself to pay attention to my feet at all times, don't think that the little thing didn't get sick and died, but I was trampled to death by myself.

******

To be honest, the feeling of returning home didn't make Ye Qian feel relieved, on the contrary, he felt that the air around him was inexplicably more dignified.

Because he left in such a hurry, Ye Qian didn't even think about what to do next, which indirectly meant that if his parents suddenly asked, Ye Qian could only be speechless like a fool.

Standing next to the velvet chair was a dilapidated easel with a drawing board with Ye Qian's name written on it, but rather than an easel, Ye Qian would rather call it a childhood nightmare.

If it wasn't for Ye Qian's original intention to go to the club to play professionally, then probably he can only depend on this easel now.

"Ugh……"

Ye Qian sighed, just about to stretch to relieve his fatigue, and then take a shower and go to bed, but suddenly he heard someone knocking on his door, which gave Ye Qian a jump.

I didn't even stretch my waist.

I was exposed by...? !

Ye Qian froze all over, stood still for half a minute before he was willing to raise his legs to open the door of the room.

"...Why are you back?"

Opening the door in a hurry, Ye Qian saw Ye Zhao leaning against his door frame with black eyes, his face haggard as if he was about to die, and there was a smile uglier than crying on the corner of his mouth.

Ye Qian didn't know whether to answer his brother's question first or help him in for a while.

"After the game, it's the offseason," Ye Qian said while taking two steps back: "You..."

"That's just right." Before Ye Qian finished speaking, Ye Zhao plunged into Ye Qian's room and lay down on Ye Qian's bed: "Go to my room, I've made a draft... help me I will describe..."

"Did you take on private work again without telling Dad, sneaking around in the middle of the night..." Hearing what Ye Zhao said, Ye Qian reacted instantly, frowned, and the memory of being sneaked by Ye Zhaoshen in the middle of the night when he was in school once again appeared in his mind. Draw a picture of despair that can't sleep because of the noise.

"Really?" Ye Qian asked again.

"Hey, why are you talking to your brother?" Ye Zhao sat up from the bed in some pain, his hair messed up, "Is it easy for your brother to earn some money, who doesn't eat dumplings during the New Year?"

"You don't talk to each other all the time." Ye Qian walked over and grabbed Ye Zhao impatiently from the bed: "I said eight hundred times that I just came out of the studio and don't lie on my bed. I can't smell acrylic."

"Poor hypocrisy."

Ye Zhao, who had been scolded by Ye Qian, sat up unsteadily from the bed, and walked towards the velvet chair again.

"Be careful, there are cats on the carpet..."

"cat……?"

Ye Qian frowned, walked over and picked up the three-to-zero that was the same color as the carpet from the ground, and hugged it in his arms.

"I rely on our dad to be a grandfather?" Ye Zhao looked at the three-to-zero with a surprised face: "Yes, brother, you..."

"Scratch you to death," Ye Zhao's words were directly interrupted by Ye Qian, "You are just in love with the cat demon, you."

Although Ye Zhao and Ye Qian are twins, their temperaments are far apart.

Ye Zhao belongs to that kind of typical submissive personality. Neither of his brothers liked painting when they were young, but in the end only Ye Zhao succumbed to his father's lustful power, and he still does so until now.

But Ye Zhao is indeed capable, even though he just turned 18 this year, his painting level is already number one in the whole country.

Although this is more or less dependent on his father's reputation, Ye Zhao doesn't think it matters.

However, the embarrassing thing is that at this very moment, this legendary talented painter is so tired that he can't draw any more after taking private work secretly without telling his father, so he can only come here in the middle of the night to beg his lay brother for help .

...My brother is not a fool.

"..."

"Hey, can I call you brother... Can you do me a favor," Ye Zhao rubbed his temples with a headache, "Isn't it okay to make money for four or six cents then?"

"What job did you take..."

"A pair of oil paintings, say..."

"I rely on oil...!...Hey..." Ye Qian widened his eyes and was about to shout, but Ye Zhao kicked his calf directly, and gasped in pain.

Then when he raised his head again, he saw Ye Zhao staring in fright: "What are you screaming for? It shows that you have a loud voice."

"I see how you will explain if Dad finds out." Ye Qian sat on the blanket and rubbed his legs, "Fuck you to death."

"Oh, master, I can still have you to my death." Ye Zhao was delighted after hearing this, "I wouldn't dare to point the middle finger at the coach even if I wanted to die. Do you think it makes sense?"

"..."

When Ye Qian, who was still very arrogant just now, heard his brother's words, he withered instantly.

Ye, how did Ye Zhao know...?

"If this father knows, he won't have to tear you apart." Seeing this, Ye Zhao made another knife proudly.

"Who told you that?" Ye Qian resisted the smell of paint on Ye Zhao's body, and tried to take two steps forward: "Song Qi is still Zhang Wenke."

"You dare to call your Manager Zhang by his first name?" Ye Zhao couldn't help laughing, "It seems that Song Qicheng didn't deceive me, and the trouble was really unpleasant enough."

"..." Ye Qian paused in embarrassment, "Don't worry about it."

"I don't care if I don't care, then you go and help me type the line draft."

"Do not."

"It's about half an hour before Dad gets up." Ye Zhao yawned, "Do you think it's you or I who are quick to speak out."

"It can be killed but not humiliated."

"Oh, you little thing is quite stubborn..."

Ye Zhao tilted his head, and was about to stand up and continue to say something, when Ye Qian said another sentence.

"Just paint, if you can't make money, you can't lose me." Ye Qian said in a domineering and arrogant tone at this time, "It's just a little anyway, just don't look for me if the painting is ruined, I can't beat you..."

The author has something to say: Because Ye Zhao also has an emotional drama behind him (yes, it is the legendary deputy CP!), so I will mention a little more here~~QWQ

Come on in 2019! !

Tomorrow I may ask for leave QWQ in the comment area at about [-] o'clock, if I don't ask for leave, I will update as usual~