【Double Dragon Group】Rationality and My Grace

88.

There is a kind of feeling, the situation is awkward, but it does not lose any kind of unforgettable.

More than friendship, not enough lovers, unwilling to give up, not daring to fall in love.

Huang guessed that he was like this now.

89.

Huang pinched himself awake many times.

Waking up and waking up again, and eventually sinking into it again.

He is not very good at making friends, but this does not affect his many friends - he always has a mysterious relationship with women, and there are at least ten people who secretly nicknamed him "Friends of Women"... …Since there are so many friends, he has no reason, and he will not do something that he can't afford to let go of an ordinary friend.

You are very capable, like your brother?Why don't you go to heaven if you are so awesome?

But Yimulian has such magic power.

It's like being stunned.

Just sitting there, because of a resurrection game in the autumn game, the bases of both sides exploded almost at the same time, but they won by a fraction of a second.Yimulian lay down in front of the computer, in the black and white of the countdown to death, and said thank you to TripleKill, his remaining blood, thank you. No shit.

At that moment he knew he had fallen.

thoroughly.

90.

Just as Huang thought, Yimulian always surprised him.

He was once attracted by Yimulian's escape, but at that time, it was mostly novelty and surprise. I have to say that the 20 doorbells used to be his psychological shadow. The person was so shocked that he immediately woke up.

He once thought that the four characters of eccentric and weird would be synonymous with Yimulian, but it was not at all.

"Offline" might be a more appropriate word.

As outsiders know, his style of play is extremely aggressive. He counter-jungles and kills, and he does whatever he can to make the enemy jungler eat a turtle. High returns and high risks, while his mid laner is Just to make up for that -

Yimulian is like a parapet wall. Wherever the foundation is laid, the parapet wall will be built. The functions are exactly the same as the real parapet wall. It is surprisingly stable in terms of protection against seepage and landslides.

The support arrived quickly, the skills were placed accurately, and the decisions were made steadily.

Leaving aside the most painful two months of the transformation and running-in period, it was true that the two of them turned against the wilderness for a period of time and got people to block and kill Buddhas to block and kill Buddhas. Clamp the two of them, just to get back a little wild monster.

Many people think that their personalities are not good, they don't like to talk, and they don't like to make troubles, so it is difficult to have any deep friendship.

But if you work together, anything is possible.

Even if they look at each other silently, they stick together for 16 hours at every turn, and sleep each other for the remaining 8 hours.

Train together, eat together, work out together.

Follow him and watch him give away his head, occasionally make him a supper and afternoon tea when he is in a good mood, and get tired after half an hour on the treadmill... Yimulian is hardly a person in the same world as him .

After closing the door, he prepared to spend eight hours alone, without turning on the music, closing the doors and windows, and enjoying the inextricably quiet and open space around him, he could sleep peacefully.

At this time, Yimulian would knock on the door, and after getting his permission, he opened the door and came in, holding up two masks, saying that this is a newly bought brand, do you want to try this Amway.

His loneliness will be broken again and again in this way, even though the other party is just an "unintentional mistake".

Yimulian is no less careful and considerate than ordinary women. He probably took care of himself after living alone for a long time. When he gets angry, he will buy loquat cream specially. If he goes out to drink with civet cats, he will heat up milk for him. They sobered up, were overly refined, and sometimes lighted soothing incense before the game... Later, they also learned to carry quick-acting reassurance pills with them to tease him, making him dumbfounded.

In fact, Yimulian doesn't talk much, but his left eye, which survived under the cover of bangs, has a lot of stories. In many cases, he doesn't need to speak, he can understand the meaning of the other party.

Yimulian is very off-line.

Yimolian is great.

Just because Yimulian was so good, his first reaction was to wake himself up.

ungrateful.

He cursed viciously, as if the target of the scolding was not himself.

91.

Normally, if you are a person who can't hold back your emotions, as the coach said, if you quarrel or beat him up, the grievances that should be resolved will disappear.

However, Huang is not.

Not even at a glance.

We are all adults. We have passed the youngest age, when we do things without going through the brain. There is nothing we can’t hold back. There are fewer emotions. Everyone keeps a relatively safe distance. What should be said and what should not be said What to say, no one knows better than the parties themselves.

Hypocrisy and kindness.

The reason Huang was able to notice Yimulian's exhaustion keenly was because his own eyelids were also dark.

Everyone didn't sleep well.

Ten consecutive victories will not make them forget their roots. After all, the recent training match record is as miserable as ever. They swelled to the point of floating, and they gave up struggling after being blown off their heads once. This is obviously impossible.

He adjusted his mentality (or he felt that there was no major problem with his mentality), and returned to the field after Qing Xingdeng, who was carelessly grabbing the pot, was far calmer than he imagined.

"My sister still has to touch you, just wait!"

Qing Xingdeng straightened his back, and said to him through Yimulian.

"...Why did you tell me?"

"Your coquettishness can be hidden from others but not from me. I saw the word mmp floating in your eyes!"

"Oh."

Her tone was imposing, so cute that it was funny, he smiled when he saw Yimu, and continued to move his fingers pretending not to see her.

The little girl in the audience screamed again.

His movements could not help but pause.

To be honest, especially for fans of another team, this kind of screaming behavior is not very polite, let alone they have just lost a game, winning a game, and being as quiet as a chicken is not too much——

Looking at the support boards of the little girls in the audience shaking wildly, he heard Shuten also sighed.

He raised his eyebrows and teased, intending to relax himself: "What are you doing, sad spring and autumn?"

Jiu Tun replied: "No, I was thinking, when there will be more male fans than female fans."

"I remember you said you were straight before?"

"My uncle is very straight... Bah, that's not what he meant!"

Such an upright person like Jiu Tun actually hesitated to speak, probably because the voice during the game will be recorded, and some words cannot be said directly.

What does it mean that he still doesn't know.

Female fans mostly don't watch how the game is played, and the purpose of watching the game is not the game itself, but the people, more like chasing stars.Male fans are different, most of them are based on strength, and if there are many male fans, it is either a sentimental team that has won the championship, or it means strong strength.

Shuten-douji has always been ambitious, he knows it.

He remembered one thing.

It was inappropriate to think of it at this time, but it was difficult for him to stop the memory from drilling out from the depths of his mind.

When everyone joined the team, the coach asked: How many years do you plan to play?

He didn't hear Jiu Tun-douji's answer. Qing Xingdeng's answer was "I have to win a championship before retiring. Going out is not just getting married. What's the rush?" Tanuki Mao's answer was "I can play for a few years." For a few years, I don't want to go out to college."

Yimulian's answer was "Let's see again".

Last year, in the autumn, they had just gotten along well. At that time, Yimulian was not used to losing. Unlike now, they clearly had expectations for victory.

He can't help but smile after a shocking comeback in the game, he will sneakily cheer behind Qing Xingdeng, and like everyone else in the team, he will give the player who carried him a big hug.

Yimulian's hug is very polite, keeping a distance that is both reassuring and not embarrassing, wrapping his hands around his arms, and giving him a light pat on the back——

Then, the moment he smelled the fragrance of shampoo, he let go of his embrace.

Later, he shared his thoughts with Mulian, and Yimulian immediately coughed and laughed so hard that he couldn't help himself.

"That's not shampoo, it's 'Cedar Rain Vine'."

"……what?"

"FleurdeLiane, a perfume."

Such a conversation happened between two (suspected) nerds playing e-sports. It sounded a little scary, but he still couldn't help but searched on Google, and saw a comment under the perfume.

"It was a forest in the rainy season. You passed elephants, birds, and these creatures that were painted on the outer packaging, and then saw a young deer wandering in place as if lost, its wet fur covered with green grass and trees Scent, you hold it, hide in a cave in the rain, feel warm but alienated."

He clearly remembered Yimulian sitting next to him, bleary-eyed.

It is quite appropriate.

92.

The game was still lost.

I was beaten 2:0, and I didn't give any leeway.

OWO is really strong, Huang is quite convinced, but a little unconvinced.

The chess master slapped him when he came to shake hands. After confirming that he had no frustrated reaction, he lowered his voice and asked him whether the two teams would have dinner together after the game.

Huang looked at the faces of his teammates, and wanted to say forget it, but Qing Xingdeng quickly agreed, not knowing what was scheming in his heart, his long eyelashes were blinked like a fan.

After all, the opponent is the strongest team, and everyone is mentally prepared, anyway, it has been confirmed to enter the playoffs.

Oh, but Shuten doesn't have it.

"My uncle won't go."

Jiu Tun turned around and left with his coat in hand.

He didn't stop him, anyway, Jiu Tun had always been like this, when he got angry, even ten horses could not stop him.

In order to keep things light, the nine people found a tea restaurant near their home for dinner. After all, they were rivals. No matter how good their relationship was in the past, there would be no suspicions anymore. Everyone chatted awkwardly, continued a wave of plastic friendship, and wished each other season If you can play better and get good results in the post-game, the meal is almost over.

The civet cat is still obsessed with emotional gossip, and finally couldn't help asking when it was almost finished.

"Chess master, your girlfriend..."

"You haven't gotten back together yet, what's the matter?"

"Ah? I thought it was a reunion - the emotions recovered quickly, it would be fine if they didn't recover, our chances of winning are slightly higher..."

"Hahaha, thank you for your compliment!"

Huang and Chess Master have known each other since their youth training period, and they have more personal friendships than ordinary friends. Hearing this, he decided to care: "Didn't you break up peacefully?"

The chess master sighed: "Why are you gossiping too? Something happened to her family, and it was a big blow... What are you talking about? What about the little girl who confessed to you before? I saw her in the auditorium just now, holding a Your support sign is so desperately shouting "Come on."

"Are you free?"

He answered so casually, but his heart skipped a beat.

Chess master sold him so easily, his first reaction was to hide it, people like Qing Xingdeng and Tanuki who are so keen on gossip, might have to ask questions after hearing this...

But thinking about it again, it seems that there is no need to cover up.

His rationality failed to hold him back from the precipice, and he glanced at Yimulian beside him.

Yimulian was concentrating on how to remove the bones of the Three Cup Chicken, grinning slightly, as if he hadn't heard anything.

Even if you hear it, there will be no reaction.

It took him a few seconds, and his mind stopped thinking for a while after a long absence—in fact, he also knew that if there was a reaction, it would run counter to the usual rational Yimulian, and what would be the point?

Qi Shengle replied happily: "I'm free, I don't need to chat with my girlfriend anymore, I'm free!"

"Is it troublesome to chat with the person you like?"

"It will be a little bit after a long time."

"I don't think so."

"That's what everyone said before falling in love. They are high-sounding, and they don't blink when they tell lies."

"I do not know."

he said solemnly.

Chess Saint seemed to realize something, and his smile restrained a little.

"Hahaha, I think it's more difficult to chat with you. If you feel very happy, others may be puzzled. That's why she chatted with you."

It also seems reasonable.

"That's right." He avoided the strange gazes cast by the civet cat and Qing Xingdeng, got up and prepared to pay the bill: "I invited you today."

The Chess Master laughed heartily: "Hi, I like a crisp and neat person like you."

He also returned a polite smile, and then saw that Yimulian finally raised his head to look at him, with a pitiful look in his eyes that was not hard to detect.

tbc