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

Li Molin and Ming Mao walked along the east bank of the Chujiang River, halfway there, crossed the Chujiang Bridge, and arrived at the west bank of the river.

The two chatted along the way, about work, about Hu Yiyao's illness, about the recent status of the rest of the team... and finally about the anniversary of Chujiang University.

In the end, the two reached an agreement, and only sent two active members of the team to participate in the exhibition match. At that time, the organizer asked eight more enthusiastic water friends from the scene to compete with professional players on the same stage. Each of the two players led four, Just enough points.

The two lucky players nominated are Ye Qian and Pei Hong.

To be honest, these are also the two lowest-priced players in the team so far.

"I hope it can play a positive role." After confirming the two people, Mingmao sighed a few times, still a little unhappy in his heart, and his tone of voice was reluctant, "At least... sell us This ADC who just made his debut in the summer split is a good thing."

"Hasn't Ye Qian debuted in SFG for more than half a year?" Li Molin was a little tired from walking, leaning his body against the fence by the river, "Why do you say he just debuted?"

"That's different." Ming Mao said, extinguished the cigarette dangling from his mouth, and threw it into the trash can.

"What's the difference?"

"Just..." Hearing Li Molin's question, Ming Mao subconsciously wanted to explain to Li Molin, but after thinking about it, he stopped and waved his hand, "Forget it, you, a high-ranking boss, will never understand."

"Don't call me so impersonal," Li Molin laughed, "I will be sad."

Ming Mao looked sideways at Li Molin.

To be honest, as far as this boss is concerned in Ming Mao's heart, compared to a young and successful entrepreneur, Ming Mao is more willing to define him as a person who accidentally made himself successful. A ruffian with a rich family.

It has to be a ruffian who thinks it is cooler to be a ruffian after receiving a formal cultural education. In essence, there is a huge difference from those businessmen whose eyes are filled with money and chasing fame and fortune.

"Shang Yang called me the day before yesterday," Ming Mao sat on the bench in front of Li Molin, the light of the street lamp was obscured by the leaves of camphor on the street, and he could only vaguely outline the person in front of him A profile of, "He asked me how you were doing."

"Are you sure you are asking me, not the one surnamed Shen?"

No matter what Li Molin thought in his heart after he said this sentence, anyway, Ming Mao subjectively felt that this sentence was asked with a sour smell of acetic acid. The sour Ming Mao felt uncomfortable for a while, his nose was stinging and his eyes were hot.

"I told you that Shang Yang and Shen Youzhu have nothing to do... You have to take it along if you don't talk back." Ming Mao's eyebrows were already high, and when he frowned again, it seemed that this person was about to die of anger, but in fact he was also angry. It's not that serious.

"Hey, I'm used to it..." Li Molin quickly waved his hands when he heard the sound, "Okay, I won't mention it, let's not mention it, let's change the topic."

To Mingmao's surprise, when the two of them mentioned Shang Yang's minefield this time, Li Molin's attitude was obviously a lot more joking than the previous few times, and there was no such thing as a kind of anger that emanated from the bottom of his heart from the inside out. He felt nervous, and he didn't panic and ask Shang Yang what he said on the phone.

It's just like mentioning an ordinary friend who doesn't matter.

Thinking of this, the acetic acid smell of unknown origin suddenly disappeared out of thin air...

***********

"Cat." Li Molin straightened up, walked to Mingmao and sat down next to him, "Tell me... do I really have the physique of being an orphan?"

Li Molin's words did not seem to be joking, but he sincerely asked Ming Mao, a great love sage, for advice.

And this question is not too difficult for someone like Ming Mao with high EQ to answer.

Li Molin is 30 years old this year. In his 30 years of life, he has only dated one boyfriend who has been with him for two and a half years. This is not to mention a wealthy young man with a lot of money, even if it is just a healthy and normal adult man. There are some incredible things to say.

But Li Molin did it.

Of course, this has nothing to do with Li Molin’s indifferent and sometimes enthusiastic and sometimes withdrawn personality, it has nothing to do with his frequent travels around the world and he may get jet lagged and disappear at any time, and it has nothing to do with his personal high vision, the most important thing is Li Molin’s own defense against others The heart is too strong.

This may also be a common problem of rich people.

What's more, Li Molin has his father in charge, and he can be considered a figure in the business world. Homosexuality is something that should never be brought out in public, let alone done.

So Li Molin is naturally distressed, even though he seldom speaks out, but Mingmao also knows that he must be more distressed and lonely than imagined.

It may be because of this that after the two of them drank that time, after Li Molin couldn't control himself and made a mistake on Ming Mao, Ming Mao chose to forgive him so quickly.

"You can find someone to accompany you." Ming Mao was not ready to tell Li Molin what he really thought in his heart, "You are making a lot of money every moment, this kind of love affair Isn't it easy for you?"

"If it's really that easy, then Shang Yang should be walking with me by the river now."

There was a trace of sadness in Li Molin's eyes, probably because he felt that he had said something that he didn't want to hear, but he didn't know that Ming Mao felt sore after hearing it.

"I want to go back." Ming Mao stood up from the bench expressionlessly, "The team will have a meeting tomorrow, so I'll go back and rest early."

"Don't." Li Molin reached out and grabbed Ming Mao's wrist, "Who is holding what meeting?"

"Xu Yichen, department meeting."

"Let him cancel it," Li Molin said, "stay with me for a while...I want to talk to you."

Ming Mao looked intently into Li Molin's eyes.

Under the cover of the night light, there is an indescribable clarity and sincerity, which does not seem to come from the eyes of a [-]-year-old man at all.

Ming Mao's heart softened instantly.

*************

Ever since he learned that he was arranged by his coach and boss to attend Chujiang University's centennial celebration, Ye Qian couldn't help but mutter in his heart.

Why is it me and Pei Hong?Didn't you agree to go with the five of you earlier?

For a provincial key point like Chujiang University, one of the people walking inside was all high-achieving academic students, and Ye Qian was born with a fear of high-achieving students... Now he was completely on the gun.

On the other hand, it doesn't matter to Pei Hong. Starting from the youth training, he has participated in many offline competitions. This one is not bad, and he can earn some extra money, so why not do it.

So in the afternoon two days later, the two boarded the special car to Chujiang University with different moods.

However, before going there, I heard that the food in the cafeteria of Chujiang University is not bad, and they also make various French desserts every day. For Ye Qian, this can be regarded as a small temptation and compensation. .

It takes an hour and a half to drive from the base to Chujiang University, and there is still an hour before the offline entertainment competition starts.

The venue for the performance was the gymnasium of Chujiang University. There were more than 800 seats and [-] ticket booths inside, but it was obvious that there were far more people queuing outside.

After Ye Qian and Pei Hong adjusted the equipment, they discussed to take a walk around here, maybe they could see the evening parties held by other colleges.

The two walked out through the back door, and before they had gone two steps, Pei Hong touched his pocket and suddenly found that he had forgotten his mobile phone in his backpack.

Ye Qian had no choice but to stand there and wait for him to pick up his phone. Calculating the time, it would take five or six minutes to go back and forth...

Ye Zhao is currently being a special guest at the Academy of Fine Arts. Ye Qian wanted to go around to see him, but now it seems that he has no chance.

Just thinking about it back and forth like this, suddenly, Ye Qian felt that someone behind him was patting him, which was not too strong.

Ye Qian turned his head subconsciously.

"Chu Zheng?"

"I heard a long time ago that Chujiang University invited your team to be a guest," Chu Zheng smiled, "It's true, I'm really not disappointed."

He was not disappointed, Ye Qian suddenly felt uncomfortable here, he couldn't help but took half a step back, keeping a safer distance than a safe distance from Chu Zheng.

"Shen Youzhu is not here today." Ye Qian said proactively.

"I know that only two people from your team were arranged to come," Chu Zheng said, "but the tickets were still sold out in an instant, which shows that your influence is really not small."

Ye Qian laughed awkwardly, not knowing how to respond, and didn't even want to say thank you.

Because he knew very well in his heart that the reason why Chu Zheng came to him was entirely out of his desire for Shen Youzhu.

This point really disgusted Ye Qian.

"It feels like you have a good relationship with Shen Youzhu in the team. I thought he would make an exception and come here because he wants to accompany you."

Chu Zheng smiled calmly, very much like himself in the photo with Shen Youzhu.

It's just that there is a trap as sharp as a barb on a fishhook in these words.

"Shen Youzhu needs to train, this is an arrangement within the team, and no one can make an exception." Ye Qian looked indifferent, bypassing the barb mixed in Chu Zheng's words, "It seems that although you like Shen Youzhu so much, you don't What an in-depth understanding of professional teams."

"Actually, I don't really need a deep understanding of professional teams," Chu Zheng said, "It's enough to have an 'in-depth' understanding of Shen Youzhu."

vomit……

Ye Qian didn't know where he got his good temper. He raised his eyes to look at Chu Zheng, and his hand in his jacket pocket had long been clenched into a fist.

"Shen Youzhu should have told you about the things between us... right?"

"Can not remember."

Ye Qian couldn't listen anymore, he didn't even bother to say goodbye, turned around to leave after speaking, but he didn't expect to be stopped by Chu Zheng.

"Hey, wait a minute, Ye Qian, don't play big cards as soon as you join the team, come back, I have something to tell you." Chu Zheng said this half in jest, but Ye Qian felt his body trembling after hearing it. uncomfortable.

Then I heard Chu Zheng continue to hesitantly say: "Can you...help me give this thing to Shen Youzhu?"

As he spoke, he took out an envelope made of kraft paper from his pocket.

Ye Qian didn't know what was inside, maybe it was a letter, maybe it was some other strange object, Ye Qian couldn't see it.

Ye Qian looked up and looked at Chu Zheng: "Shen Youzhu has a boyfriend."

"I'm not surprised, and it doesn't matter," Chu Zheng remained calm as always, "I just need you to give this thing to him, it's as simple as that."

"I think you'd better seek the consent of Shen Youzhu's boyfriend for this matter, just like your girlfriend's ex-boyfriend wants to send her something through someone else, what do you think?" Ye Qian tilted his head.

Chu Zheng was stunned.

He understood that Ye Qian's words seemed to be calmly reasoning on the surface, but they were actually reminding him that he was a man with a girlfriend.

Ye Qian didn't give Chu Zheng any time to think. He just took out a pen from his pocket. It was a small gift from the etiquette club at the entrance of the college when he passed by the college next door when he came out just now: "Is there any paper?"

"What do you want to write?" Chu Zheng was taken aback for a moment, then stretched out his palm, "Just write it on my hand."

"His boyfriend's phone number." Ye Qian said, and unceremoniously wrote a series of numbers on Chu Zheng's palm, "If he agrees, I will definitely give it to you. We can't be unprincipled."

Chu Zheng was surprised and shocked.

In my impression, those fans commented on Ye Qian as a little angel, cute and cute, but in the end they never expected...to be so difficult to deal with.

Chu Zheng was silent for a while, and finally called the number bravely according to the number.

Two seconds later, Ye Qian's phone rang.

Ye Qian glanced at the caller ID on the phone without leaving any trace, then pressed the answer button, and slowly put the phone on his ear.

"I don't."

After all, hang up the phone.

Turned around and left.