【Double Dragon Group】Rationality and My Grace

109.

Yimulian is really unreliable.

Unreliable once.

At the beginning of the regular season of the autumn season, his old problem of headaches recurred, the world in front of him was turned upside down, and there was no substitute mid laner in their team, which meant that he could not lose the chain, but he still wanted to hold on. I was dressed fine, but was kicked by the coach back to the hotel to rest...

He fell asleep in a daze, and when he woke up, he almost jumped up, his head no longer hurt, his back was chilled with fright, and he quickly glanced at the time, it was ten past eight.

The BO3 match that started at [-]:[-] a.m. was over without incident.

A mushroom cloud suddenly exploded in his mind - he didn't play, so who will play the mid laner?The two substitutes, a jungler and a top laner, are both positions with completely different ideas and positioning. Even if they play normally, they will be targeted to death by their opponents. Today's game must not be lost, otherwise they will only get closer and closer to the playoffs. farther...

The phone screen had just dimmed while he was in a daze, and then lit up again immediately.

It's a phone call.

The caller displayed "Huangjiang".

Of course Yimulian wouldn't be so big-hearted as to call them "Huangjiang", this nickname was first called by the civet cat, he just went to do as the Romans did, anyway Huang didn't object.

He answered the phone with trembling hands. He had never been so worried about hearing the bad news.

Huang's voice was a bit noisy. His first reaction was that he thought the other party was still at the venue. On second thought, it seemed wrong. The e-sports gymnasium should have been cleared at this time. Normally, if a group of people haven't returned to the hotel at this time, That's in...

"Do you want to eat rice noodles? It's different from what you usually cook, just narrower noodles."

He was a little dazed: "Anything that isn't spicy is fine... Where are you? Why do you ask this?"

"Tomato stewed pork rice noodles? Small pot rice noodles? Beancurd rice noodles? Oh, this seems to be spicy."

"It's all fine," he felt a headache when he heard the unfamiliar name, "how is the game, the mid laner is missing..."

"I'm in line, go back and talk."

After finishing speaking, Huang hung up the phone, and didn't make him wait for long, almost as soon as he lowered his head and raised his head, he heard someone knocking on the door.

When Huang was standing at the door with two bags of fast food boxes, Yimulian couldn't help feeling a little emotional.

"What about them?"

"Two teams are having dinner."

"then you……"

"Isn't the room key at the civet cat? How did you get out? Starve you to death in the hotel? I'm not that wicked."

Yimulian: "..." Are you scolding the coaches for their wickedness in disguise?

yes!

Huang threw the things on the table, the lunch box is not heavy, but after carrying it for a long time, there will inevitably be several red marks on the hands, not to mention the dry autumn, the skin of the palms is worn out by the inferior plastic bags a lot.

He walked a few top-heavy steps, turned back and took out a tube of hand cream from his schoolbag, sat down on the table, and patted the hand cream into Huang's hand: "Take care of your hands, this professional player."

Huang didn't refuse his kindness, blinked and said, "I'll pay you back tomorrow."

"Oh."

He responded casually, took the chopsticks from Huang's hand, and did not forget to check the color of chili oil in the noodle soup a few times before moving the chopsticks.

Huang laughed at him: "I still know the truth that not eating something light for a headache is equivalent to self-torture."

"Oh……"

He took a bite, the noodles were still warm, and the taste was just right and mild, which would be openly disgusted in normal times, but now, it is not irritating or hurts the stomach, and it is undoubtedly a very suitable choice for a "patient".

He belatedly remembered what he was worried about: "What about the mid laner? I'm not here, who will play the mid laner? The top laner will change lanes?"

"I hit."

"..."

"Why are you so surprised? I'm a mid laner."

At a glance, he almost forgot that the position of the mid laner was snatched from Huang two months ago. For this reason, the former jungler in the team also sat on the bench, and the eyes of the two of them usually look different. With a bit of unconvinced lamentation.

"Won?"

"Won."

Huang showed a somewhat indescribable expression, but he felt that he could understand it—it was complaining about him and said useless nonsense, he might as well eat and lie down to rest if he had the time.

Huang tapped his bowl with chopsticks: "Eat quickly."

At that time, he thought that a person like Huang would probably never get off the hook.

No matter what he encounters, it seems that there is a perfect plan, and the trust he puts in will not be a waste of water, just like himself in high school, as if the words "youthful and vigorous" can be eaten...Young If you are vigorous, you should be young and energetic. Anyway, Huang should not be so unlucky. Like him, he will not meet people who hate him because of "stealing credit".

He lowered his head and said, "It's too hot."

Huang was busy watching the post-match interviews of the hostile team on his mobile phone, and he didn't feel any difference when he heard this sentence, and said casually like a child: "You can't eat cold when you have a cold."

He had no choice but to explain: "I don't have a cold."

Huang stretched out his hand, and the cold back of his hand went around his thick bangs and touched his forehead, "Have a fever?"

"Old problem."

He pulled Huang's hand off his forehead, and calmly said, "It's the sequelae of the concussion."

"...You can still fight with people with your body?"

"Where did you think..."

"What else? A car accident?"

"Yes."

"You don't have amnesia, do you? I have something to tell you. In fact, I am your long-lost brother."

Huang was obviously in a good mood. After playing the game all day, he still had the energy to joke with him. The corners of his mouth twitched, and he forgot what he was waiting for with his chopsticks raised in midair. Then his face was flushed red from the heat, the outside was scorched and the inside was tender, and he exhaled again and again: "Ahem!"

He didn't lie to Huang, but he didn't lose his memory as Huang said...

In a sense, counting it as a "car accident" seems to be a bit too much.

The moment he got off the bus to school one day, he was hit by the electric scooter of the senior who was in a hurry and flew onto the sidewalk...

With one click of Duang, it spins 360 degrees and doesn't even go around the earth.

That's it...

The street of Xuefu is always congested at the time of commute to and from school. In addition, the school is very strict on late arrivals. Many people have to pass by the edge of the road less than [-] centimeters away when they are crowded. He got off the car I was in a hurry and didn't pay attention to look back. Who would have thought that a fast electric car could get out of such a narrow place?

It really didn't sound serious, and he didn't think it was serious either. At that time, he just sat there for a while, then got up, waved his hands to face the senior's sincere apology, and hurried to go to class.

Until he walked into the class, there was only a kind of dizziness.

When the roll call teacher shouted "Yimulian", he opened his mouth to say "to"——

As a result, the words were not spoken, and the nasal cavity suddenly became hot, and the consciousness disappeared completely.

When he woke up, he had been sent to the hospital, with two balls of paper stuffed in his nose, and was lying pitifully on a hospital bed filled with the smell of disinfectant. The person who sent him here was the one who had always been extremely disgusted with his "stealing credit" behavior. Classmate, look at him like a fool and say to him: "You can have a concussion when you walk for no reason. Are you mentally retarded?"

He was quite touched, grabbed the person's hand and desperately said thank you, making the other person think that his head was broken again.

After listening to Huang, he didn't laugh at him for being stupid, but re-watched him from the beginning to the end across a table, which made him quite at a loss: "So you asked for leave for the team dinner last time, because of this? "

"no."

"You said headache."

"That time it was a cold."

"..."

Huang got up and went around the room, and took out a cashmere scarf from his closet—it was a souvenir scarf from the Palace of Versailles that Huang gave him half a month ago under the pretext of "bought an extra one because of slippery hand", it was designed exclusively by Louis XIV Designed by the designer, the patterned thief bag is not the type that can be bought more by slipping at first glance.

The good friend was very kind. Although he felt that the bag was flirty, he still put it on honestly. After all, city B is much colder than city S.

Huang wrapped him into a ball with a scarf, leaving only one hand holding the chopsticks exposed, with a very earnest attitude: "Keep warm."

Yimulian: "..."

They're living in a hotel now, and it's over if they adjust the temperature of the central air conditioner...

He muttered something in his heart, but didn't speak.He couldn't help but look back at himself in front of the desk mirror. Apart from being ridiculous, it seemed that there was a corner of his heart that warmed up a little.

110.

Yimulian thought of three ways to rationally reject Huang in the event of a showdown.

I'm straight, you're my brother, we're not right.

Whether to love or not, there are only these kinds of excuses, but Huang is very face-saving, and these three answers are not good, and it is likely to become more and more black, but he can't think of other reasons.

Actually, you don't need to apologize, it's me who should apologize.

he thinks.

Huang is right, there will always be people who will be disappointed.

Whether it is a game or a relationship, there is always something that cannot satisfy everyone. Love itself is a product of selfishness. Once it exists, one party gains and the other party eats it. However, no one can completely escape the clutches of selfishness .

Neither can he.

He is not as selfless as he thought, and he is as greedy as a normal person. Fish want it, bear's paw wants it, love does not want to give it, but friendship is not willing to let go, thinking that he still has a chance to escape from life .

——He can find an excuse and take the opportunity to "brainwash" a wave: Look, the short little mage in the middle of the screen is so cute, that is the aesthetics that normal men should have, petite and lovely, just enough to be wrapped in his arms The cutest height difference in contemporary times, how perfect.

But he can't say.

According to Huang's character, the blunt rejection of the confession is mostly the result of old age and death. Huang's self-esteem is like this. In the face of self-esteem, affection is never valuable, and it is torn as soon as it is torn. It is very desperate, but there is no way.

Yimulian's eyes suddenly turned red, out of nowhere.

It's not that I want to cry, it's not that I'm wronged, it's like being blown too much by the cold wind, it's so sour that I don't know why.

He made excuses for himself: too much pressure, upset about losing the game, or his own "I'm touched you can say that" that he couldn't even lie to.

In short, it is not a swear word, and then followed by "You are my brother".

Dirty words are not in his dictionary.

There is no heartfelt complaint in the second half of the sentence.

He guessed that he had been silent for a long time, so long that Huang had given up getting answers from him at some point, and looked away, with the colorful lights of the display screen shining on his face, and under the lights was a bottomless loneliness.

QXQ’s post-match interview is coming to an end, and there is only one coach with a unique accent reciting the official speech in front of the camera. No matter how much he talks, it’s nothing more than saying that we will continue to work hard to achieve better results in the playoffs. topic.

"what happened?"

Huang looked over.

He replied reflexively: "The contact lens is out of place."

Huang took a closer look: "It didn't run away."

"...the screen is too bright for comfort."

"Oh." Huang Xu believed it, and sat back in his original position.

Just when he breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that Huang would not make any more moves, and was about to rummage through his bag to find eye drops and facial tissues, Huang suddenly came over again, and what he muttered was very legitimate.

"Blow it up for you."

He almost heard Huang Weichao's ending sound, and wanted to say no, but Huang always kept his word, and his movements were as fast as cutting his own way, blinking, and blinking again, only the opponent's picture was left in front of him. With a flawless 360-degree face, the sound of the TV next to my ear also disappeared, and the world was so lonely that there was no one else.

"Shh..."

Huang said softly, the air blown from his lips landed on his eyelids, and the hot eye sockets were pulled into the sassy coldness.

His eyes widened, perhaps because he knew that the liquid in his eye sockets would not fall off, he was not as panicked as he thought he was, he didn't give up struggling, and he didn't lose consciousness in a slump.

A scent hits the nostrils.

He recognized this smell, Penhaligon's animal head series, Roaring Radcliff, known as the roaring lion, has a super aggressive name, but no vicious taste - like a lion with a violent surface but a deep and warm heart, more ferocious , the teeth are also sharp, but it doesn't hurt so much to bite off the neck of a person.

It's quite similar to Huang.

The difference is that he thinks his neck that was bitten off is quite painful.

He couldn't even move his eyes, and he didn't dare to come down from the execution platform, especially when he saw the faint smile on the corner of Huang's mouth.

lips.

cheek.

bridge of the nose.

Lying silkworm.

Longer lashes.

Then there was a long look at each other, he saw Huang's eyes were bright and pure but bottomless, reflecting his confused appearance, turbulent and never peaceful.

He guessed what Huang wanted to say.

As long as his brain is hot now, throw away those evil rationality, nod his head, or lean forward even a millimeter, there will be something to clear the clouds and fog, or die without a place to die.

Their breaths would mingle (perhaps they did by now), get out of synch, become rapid and violent, so irritable that they would pull their necks and fight with their teeth at any moment.

It's a friend.

Go to your friends, have you ever seen a friend kissing?

Huang didn't think as much as he thought, the corners of his eyes were raised, as if he was cunning to succeed in a trick.

"A jungle dad who loves you, understand?"

tbc

*Penhaligon's lion (roaring Radcliffe) is said to taste very barren (touch chin