【Double Dragon Group】Rationality and My Grace

100.

At [-]:[-] the next morning, six people and two substitutes boarded the plane to Q City together.

In order to save money, the coach bought an early flight, and a group of people were forced to wake up early in the morning, all under the eyes were kidney deficiency and black.

It's still the heart of the coach Bodhisattva: "Young people, take good care of your body and don't indulge yourself..."

Everyone said in unison: "Get out."

It's not your fault!

Going out has become a daily routine. Huang went out empty-handed without a charger. After getting on the plane, he found that the background software of the mobile phone was not turned off.

What does shutdown mean?Means no way of entertaining.

What does it mean to have no means of entertainment?It means that he has to face Yimulian sitting on the seat next to him calmly.

Don't say it, it's really difficult.

Although Yimulian doesn't suffer from airsickness, he can't sleep on the plane—he can't adapt to the air pressure, and his ears hurt so badly that the coach has to prepare some bubble gum every time. Chewing it can always help.

That was actually Huang's suggestion. Out of face, I could only recommend it to the coach. The coach thought about ojbk, so he used it.

He took the opportunity to buckle up his seat belt and glanced at Mulian. In fact, he didn't care much about the mood of the other party. Whether he was happy or puzzled, he just wanted to see.

Yimulian doesn't play with his mobile phone very much, and spends his days on the plane. He touched the magazines that came with the machine and flipped through them casually. The bubbles blown out by the bubble gum were enough to cover his entire face with his bangs. At a glance, he saw pink hair , pink bubbles...and pink pinnae.

pink?

Oh, and his "peeping" seems to have been discovered.

Yimulian's skin is still not thick enough, it is so embarrassing to be stared at twice casually.

He turned his head and looked out of the window with nothing to do with himself. The plane was taxiing on the runway, and the scenery outside the window was escaping quickly.

He returned to the club after ten o'clock last night. He thought he would not meet any teammates after training, but because he brought some beef stewed by the chef at home and had to put it in the refrigerator, he went to the cafeteria immediately, and accidentally ran into someone who was busy in front of the stove. Yimulian.

Yimulian is not preparing supper, but cooking a pot of tea eggs.

In order to catch an early flight, people usually leave the house in a hurry without even eating breakfast. Therefore, as a club practice, the breakfast "tomorrow morning" is tea eggs that are boiled overnight and just taste good.

——It's so considerate that people can't pick a thorn in it.

"came back."

Huang didn't want to look at each other without saying a word, so he greeted each other bravely.

Yimulian noticed the bag in his hand, and asked curiously, "What trick is this time?"

"It's nothing. I'm out of town tomorrow and the day after tomorrow. It's a waste to bring good ones."

"Too."

The conversation is over.

He couldn't tell whether the Cold War was over, and Yimulian always answered his words with a face, which made him have the illusion that the Cold War was over several times.

Yes, it's just an illusion.

As long as he doesn't say anything, Yimulian won't take the initiative to speak.

If you say too much and make mistakes, you may be cold at any time, so why bother to get into embarrassment?

Huang forgot what he said casually, maybe it was to remind Yimulian to remember to apply anti-fatigue eye drops before going to bed, so as to avoid wearing contact lenses when he just woke up, or maybe it was a token of concern to let the other party go to bed early, in short, not It was something that happened not long ago, in the live broadcast room.

It can't be blamed for his nagging...Yimu Lian is reliable, and he never loses the chain at critical moments, but due to being off-line, he occasionally forgets some insignificant details.

Yimulian agreed sincerely and said good night to him.

Huang knew that Yimulian could recognize him as the "Jungle Quality Inspector", so he could have reminded him, or even used it as a joke.

He did not.

This matter is like passing away, and it was forgotten in just an hour.

But it was just another impulse to cover up with a small vest. He regretted it the moment he finished changing the "what a da" in his head. After waiting for the car for an hour, the night wind was enough to wake him up.

He said he would not do anything, and he is really a man of his word.

Anyway, there will be no results.

As the plane took off and landed, the trivial voices in my ears gradually faded, as if someone had slapped me in the head.

He still can't understand what he was thinking when he swore to agree to Yimulian at that time—was he dazed by impulse, or dazzled by reason?So what does selflessness do?

He is not selfish, but he is not selfless either. In other words, love is the proof of selfishness.

He doesn't want to make it difficult for Yimulian, but it won't work if he doesn't.

He thought, at that time, he was probably afraid of hearing Yimulian's frank rejection.

One night passed, except for Qing Xingdeng, who was obsessed with the mysterious boss (10 Buddha jumping over the wall), no one took the initiative to bring up this topic again.

Each other is tacit understanding.

Huang lowered the brim of his hat, feeling a little restless unlike his usual self.

He never doubted that Yimulian was very smart.

Everyone thinks that Yimulian is a sheep, or that miserable little lamb.

certainly not.

How could it be the little lamb who followed the big bad wolf all over the map, helped others into violence, and killed countless people under his hands?

101.

Yimulian doesn't like reading books.

He flipped through the in-flight readings with too many advertisements without sincerity, and finally calmed down and read a chicken soup for the soul with a fashionable title.

It wasn't until the plane entered the stable flight mode that the silence was suddenly broken.

His shoulders sank.

It feels very similar to the gaming chair being slammed from behind, Mr. Huang likes to do that, although it doesn't scare him——his heart also seems to be picked up by someone, and it hangs in the air for a moment.

He dropped the book hastily, the book fell to the ground, and the bulky spine made a sound.

Huang didn't do it on purpose, he knew, because no one in his sleep could control his actions.

The voice broadcast sounded in the plane, and the stewardess was walking back and forth, and the surrounding environment was too noisy. He couldn't judge whether the other party had really fallen asleep by the breathing rate. Judging by the degree of eyebrow frowning, it must have been a bad sleep.

He didn't reach for the book because it was out of reach.

He couldn't push Huang back.

On the way, the stewardess pushed the cart over to deliver breakfast, and Yimu Lian took one for Huang. Huang slept so deeply that he didn't wake up until the stewardess came back to collect the tableware.

Yimulian left a bottle of yogurt and handed the others back.

His right hand was pinned and he could not move, so he only used his left hand to complete the work, which took a long time. He politely thanked the waiting flight attendant.

The stewardess was not very old, she smiled and said in a low voice, "Your boyfriend is so handsome."

Yimulian was stunned, and denied it unhurriedly: "He's not my boyfriend..."

"Ah, I was rude, but you must have a good relationship."

"……Um."

He did not refute.

is that so?He thinks about it and thinks it is. Anyway, he is absolutely unwilling to let him put on the mask with Qing Xingdeng or someone else. He looks so stupid with a white skin on his face, so he only gives it to his close friends. Take a look—abandoning some external factors, let someone hold a gun to his head and ask: This benefactor, who is your best friend now?He might point to the unconscious jungler next to him without thinking.

He is a very simple person, half a year is enough for a stranger to walk into his heart.

The stewardess collected the things respectfully and was about to leave when she suddenly remembered something: "Did I meet you somewhere?"

"No way."

"Isn't it really a variety show?"

"Artists don't fly economy class..."

"Haha, yes~"

Yimulian didn't lie, because most of what she said was an agency advertisement sponsoring their club...

Killing can't even admit it!

——No matter how good-looking he is, it would be too embarrassing to find an e-sports otaku to shoot a promotional advertisement, it's all embarrassing acting!

Fortunately, the stewardess didn't question his words, she pushed the car away, and passed by intentionally or unintentionally before the end of the smooth flight stage, she seemed quite regretful to see that Huang still didn't wake up.

The plane began to descend, and Yimulian chewed bubble gum again.

He finally looked down at Qi Huang carefully, Huang's thin lips were slightly pursed, clearly still looking unhappy, but at some point his brows were already relaxed.The head sprayed with hairspray was just like that on his shoulder, which made him have to be careful, for fear of crushing his hairstyle, and when Huang got off the plane, he would be laughed at by the coach and Qing Xingdeng...

what.

Even if you look at it from a straight man's point of view, you have to admit that Huang is good-looking. Although you won't have the idea of ​​"I want to fall in love with her" when you see a girl with big breasts and long legs, but if you just look at it like this, it's true. Very seductive.

What is eye-catching?

Just staring at it for a long time is "okay", harmless.

He didn't pay attention to how long he watched it, probably less than a minute, right?

When Huang woke up, he hadn't reacted immediately, he didn't expect the other party to wake up so suddenly, his eyes met, maybe they had been closed for too long, Huang's eyes were shining brightly, he saw it immediately He panicked, as if he had been caught for doing something wrong, the bubbles just burst on his face, and the pink jelly smeared his face, it was ridiculous.

He faltered for a moment, wiped off the traces with a napkin, and then quickly picked up the straw: "I left you a bottle of yogurt, do you want to drink it?"

Huang didn't answer him in a hurry, but straightened up and squeezed his shoulder: "Sorry."

"It's okay, it's not numb." Yimulian didn't tell the truth, and stuffed the yogurt: "You like the blueberry flavor."

"You drink."

"I drank it."

"Oh."

Huang took the yogurt that was still dripping from the carton, tore off a corner, but only drank a few mouthfuls, as if he had no appetite.

It could be seen at a glance that the other party was in a low mood.

He probably knows the reason for his depression.

But he won't say it.

Even the reason why Huang was depressed was because he didn't say anything.

The process of the plane landing was very difficult. I rubbed my temples with my eyes and felt that half a century later, the plane finally landed on the ground tremblingly and stopped after taxiing for 5 minutes.

The people on board started to line up to get off the plane.

Yimulian unfastened his seat belt and was about to stand up when he was staggered by the crowd behind him, fell backwards without standing still, and hit Huang's body.

He wanted to say sorry, but when he turned his head, he saw Huang's dissatisfied eyes staring at the jumper.

Qing Xingdeng is right, the word mmp in Huangyan can really fly out by itself.he thinks.

Fortunately, Huang still resisted the urge to curse, but since just now, the hand that pinched his shoulder to support him has not let go. Pick up the forlorn magazine from the ground.

Huang coughed, "Why did you throw it on the ground?"

Of course, Yimulian couldn't say that he was frightened, so he had to lie: "It's too ugly."

"That's better than being in a daze."

"No, it's better to be in a daze than to read a book."

Huang raised his eyebrows and said nothing.

Yimulian felt that the other party must have misunderstood something, but this was not the time to explain, the coach disappeared, they were already left behind, and he had to plunge into the crowd of people queuing to get off the plane.

Ah, if he knew that when Huang met him for the first time, he would think of "Elementary Chinese" and "One Lesson Three Exercises" when he saw the student-like look on him, he might...

Don't turn your head back to judge your kindness.

102.

Arriving at the hotel by special car, everyone planned to go back to the room to take a nap. After the coach agreed, he announced the news that he would play a training game at a nearby online club in the afternoon.

Yimulian and Tanuki continued to squeeze into one room, and only heard the coach complaining before entering the room. Huang paid for a private room by himself, and seemed to dislike being with him. The little bastards who grew up were more shameless and worrying than the other... …

He stood at the door in a daze for a while, and felt something was wrong, so he asked, "Coach, are you snoring loudly?"

"Then how can it be! Sure...no." The coach slammed the door shut.

"..."

During the training match in the afternoon, everyone's face obviously improved a lot. The coach made an appointment with the former defeated player OAO. Contrary to their recent decline in state, OAO's state recovered as quickly as the temperature. The two teams played BO5 and won two out of three games. The two sides won two rounds respectively, and at the critical moment of the last round, the dragon was robbed by the opponent.

Fortunately, the economic advantage was too great, and one dragon could not change the situation of the battle, and they still won.

The coach patted Huang on the shoulder, saying that being robbed was due to bad luck, but Huang obviously didn't think so.

The dragon is robbed, and the jungler takes the blame, which is an international practice.

Fortunately, he didn't lose, otherwise Huang's face must be very stinky.

Yimulian hesitated for a while, but still said nothing.

Rational analysis, if he didn't clean his eyes, he would have to bear half of the blame, but if he really said that, based on past experience...Huang would only be more unhappy than he is now.

If he wants to take the blame, Huang will definitely grab it from him.

"Bah, isn't it just a training match, save face for your defeated opponent—" Qing Xingdeng yawned indifferently, and quickly changed the subject: "I searched for big* reviews, and it is said that there is a military pot nearby, full of five people [-]% off, do you want to go?"

Jiu Tun performed well these few times, his temper improved obviously, and he nodded: "Success, I just happened to be hungry."

"Let's eat slightly spicy food today. If the troops don't eat spicy food, it doesn't taste at all. I don't accept rebuttals!"

"Are you sure you made an appointment?"

"Ah...it seems not yet, let me see."

The six of them walked out, Qing Xingdeng took out his mobile phone, and finally found that simple military pot among a bunch of online celebrity shops, and was about to report the address, when he bumped into Jiu Tun-douji's back: "Damn, suddenly What are you doing stopping, my sister, although my nose is pure and natural, I can't touch it..."

No one answered her.

The stench is tangy, but mysteriously fragrant.

She looked around Shuten-douji's shoulder, and there was a girl standing at the door.

Ordinary girls are just a lot of schoolgirls caught on the street, with better looks than average, wearing light makeup, blushing, as if they are here to squat, but they don't have a support card from fans, He was not wearing the support team uniform, and was carrying a bag of stinky tofu in his hand.

Chasing stars and giving stinky tofu is too down-to-earth.

Is it fashionable and updated? !

The girl saw the target and waved at them: "Do you remember your favorite stinky tofu in Shaxian County opposite the school?"

For a while, no one answered her.

The air was frozen, even a little green.

Shuten-douji couldn't help cast a puzzled look: "Who is this?"

Qing Xingdeng touched his pocket, but didn't bring (meow) wolf spray: "Our mid laner's 'ex-girlfriend'."

Shuten-douji nodded half-understanding: "Oh."

GG, the troop pot is ruined.

tbc