【Double Dragon Group】Rationality and My Grace

116.

The atmosphere in the team was extremely tense for a while.

Because the coach suddenly stopped swearing.

In the past, he would randomly pick up two little bastards, and would say to the bottom team, "Aren't you fucking only able to play four guarantees and one? Without Nakano as a nanny, you are so disabled that you can't even press Q", I will say to the two of the Nakano group, "You guys are so embarrassed to say that this is called Nakano linkage, whoever gives you face, this is called Nakano Lianshuo"...

Now he can only light a cigarette and stare at them with his eyes full of vicissitudes: "Young men don't work hard, the old man is just sad..."

The crowd was chattering.

"What's up with him?"

"Isn't it a regular disease?"

The coach began to mourn Chunqiu again: "Ah! Since Xunchun went to school late, there is no need to be sad and complain..."

Jiu Tun suddenly felt strange: "This time the illness seems to be different."

The civet cat slapped his thigh: "Ah! There are no ancient poems that must be memorized in junior high school!"

"It means to feel sorry for the missed love...Shut up, little brat, if you dare to complain about my literary accomplishment, you will die!"

"No, what is he doing? He broke up with his fiancee? Didn't you hear that?"

Qing Xingdeng was startled: "I understand!"

"what?"

"I'm afraid I saw something blinding the eyes of a single dog..."

117.

It's not that the atmosphere in the team depends entirely on the coach's swearing, it's just that the five little bastards feel uncomfortable if they don't get scolded - this is the coach's own judgment, but now the mechanized stocking policy is popular, domesticated docile, crazy It looks far less fierce than wild ones.

After the post-routine interview, the coach made an announcement.

"We are in Division A where there are four teams that can enter the playoffs. Although these four teams were all raised from the poor in Division B next door, there is still a big gap between strength and weakness... We are now tied for third with OOO, The last game will decide whether we enter the playoffs in fourth or third place in the group."

In the two divisions, the top four advance to the playoffs, but the treatment of the third and fourth is completely different.

A's third and B's fourth fight, B's third and A's fourth fight, BO5 competition system, the score will start from 1:0.

Their last game was against a weak team in TDT, and winning a TDT game is much more likely than in the playoffs.

The coach is bound to win this game.

He stood in front of five people and watched them bow their heads in front of him as if they were being criticized—oh no, Yimulian is still very polite, and would not look down at him just because he is short—said loudly: "Don't expect Those little~steal~little~touch actions of yours in private can't be hidden from me, do you know if you fight hard, otherwise I will tear down Phoenix Legend with bare hands, do you know?"

The raccoon muttered: "The Legend of the Phoenix is ​​something you can dismantle..."

Qing Xingdeng kicked him: "It's not that Phoenix legend!"

The civet cat felt aggrieved: "I know, even the one from our team can't take it apart!"

The coach cleared his throat and interrupted their babbling: "You two, please pay attention to me too, civet cat, if you make your AD hiccup again, you'd better drink milk like water for the rest of your life."

"Drink it, drink it, whoever is afraid of it!"

"Sell you to UVU, let me tell you?"

"I was wrong……"

After he finished speaking, he glanced around, and the other three people were all calm as if nothing happened, and he couldn't help but start to wonder if there was something wrong with his language expression.

He felt that what he had said was very straightforward, so why were the faces of the two parties not red and their hearts beating?

Not only was his face not flushed, his face was even a little pale, as pale as a dead mother.

Such a thick skinned? !

118.

Everything is put into the day-to-day training, and the playoffs are coming soon, and no one dares to neglect.

When Shuten No. 13 was killed by the desert, he finally couldn't help it.

He cursed loudly: "Are you mentally retarded and run back to the city?! Are you really awake in the jungle? Go back to the jungle to sleep again before you wake up, don't come on the road again to harm me..."

The coach said that their Ueno coordination was poisonous, and they were asked to practice synergy when the mid laner couldn't support them, so they had no choice but to duo with Huang. The platoon left their team's mid laner, and both of them had disgust written on their faces.

After playing up to this point, he wondered if Huang played him on purpose!

Huang lowered his head and glanced at his watch, "Today's feeling is not quite right."

It was exactly four o'clock in the afternoon.

After talking about Huang, he quit the game client in seconds, "Today OAO and OWO are playing, shall we watch?"

Look at your mother, and you quit the game in seconds. Playing the role of the uncle, you are really not afraid that the uncle will report you? ? ?

Jiu Tun really wanted to strangle them to the jungle like this: "Look at j..."

He was suddenly slapped from behind.

Qing Xingdeng shook his head desperately at him, lowered his voice and said, "Wake up, it's not you who are shouting!"

"Huh? Oh."

He looked suspiciously at Yimulian who had been "neglected" for a day in the corner. He was more powerful than himself. He knew that Huang Te raised the volume and talked in the lounge. There is something wrong with the mid laner wearing the headset.

Yimu was so busy playing ranking that he didn't have time to take off his earphones, so he subconsciously agreed: "Huh? Mmmm..."

Jiu Tun was about to "tch", when Huang said again, "What about you?"

we?

"Is OWO the one who beat us 3-0?"

"Yes."

"Go!" Jiu Tun slapped the table in seconds, and also quit the client to finish it all. What kind of rubbish game, if it is reported, it will be reported!

Qing Xingdeng immediately began to twist his arm: "You want to be a light bulb!"

Shuten thought about it for a moment, and it seemed to be oh.

Huang looked at Qing Xingdeng equally: "What about you?"

"I……"

"I can get tickets, but I guess it won't be too far ahead."

"I……"

"On the way back to the base, let's stop by the newly opened Bangzi BBQ restaurant. I'll treat you."

"go!!!"

Seeing Qing Xingdeng beaming with joy, Shuten-douji couldn't help becoming frightened.

This shit is wrong! ?

It was only then that he realized that the situation was abnormal. For a pure man, his EQ was quite normal, so that he couldn't even notice the difference between the two attitudes of a person-the last time I went to see the match between QXQ and OWO. I wish the whole team was so busy that they didn't have time to bother Nakano to exchange feelings!

What's the matter now, sex change?Or is he finally planning to harm the whole team?

In any case, no matter what monster tricks this jungler was playing, he agreed, and he would not go back on his word. He frowned, and then heard the game voice from the corner.

It's not a voice, it's just a scream of a hero.

With one eye and one hand, he sent a super god to the other side.

119.

The game was great.

OWO, ranked first, was beaten 1-0 by OAO who was in unusually good form. In the second game, both sides played fiercely to the sky. Amidst the exclamations of the poisoned milk and the audience, he was killed three times by Dalong.

It can be called a piss-holding duel, entering the third round of the tiebreaker.

After sitting for too long, the five of them gradually began to get thirsty. At a glance, they were thinking about whether to go to Starkes to buy something to drink and make do with it, when they heard Jiu Tun next to him suddenly move his hands.

Huang has brought water, and the health-preserving sparkling tea is placed on the armrest, and anyone can get it.

Jiu Tun took it directly and took a big gulp: "Hey brother, lend me a drink."

He didn't find it strange, but he still caught sight of the barren and blackened Yintang.

The bottle of water has never been touched again.

He almost forgot that Huang is a clean freak.

No wonder he, this cleanliness has never happened to him a few times, usually wearing different scarves, earphones can be borrowed, nail clippers can be used interchangeably... He is considered an "exception", the last time Huang strictly prohibited him from touching himself The things he had left in the autumn competition last year, he forgot all of them after a year later.

"I'm going to buy a drink, do you want to bring it for you?" Qing Xingdeng asked him.

Yimulian wanted to nod, but how could this be such a trouble to the girl, so he hurriedly said, "What do you want? I'll go."

"Ah, brown sugar macchiato, please."

He is considerate and gentleman to everyone, whether he loves or hates, there has never been an "exception".Now he has become an exception.a man.

He clenched his fists and asked the others if they wanted something, which he did by the way.

Five people drank five times, Huang still cared: "Can you handle it? Do you want my help?"

"No, just ask the clerk for a bag."

"Row."

Huang didn't say any more, and turned to study the odds on the league's official app with Tanuki.

That night...he recalled, he couldn't tell the truth and didn't regret it.

He didn't catch up that night. Huang's reaction was too violent, and he might have misunderstood his meaning. He is not a person who will cause trouble to others. Naturally, the misunderstanding must be explained clearly, but the timing is also very important.

Staring at the cigarette butt in his hand, he couldn't help lighting another one, and then in the cloud of lost self, he took out his mobile phone, opened WeChat, and was about to type a series of essays for junior high school students to express his heart, roughly meaning: I don't want to Don't think too much about rejecting you, I just don't want you to force yourself to compromise.

He wrote very tactfully, and thought about the words many times before pressing the send button cruelly.

Failed to send.

He sent it again suspiciously, but it still failed.

He restarted WeChat in disbelief, restarted 4G, restarted the phone, the little red exclamation mark was a bit dazzling.

Then he was forced to come to a conclusion in his mind——

He was blocked.

How could this be?

For a moment he wanted to rush out of the room under the surprised eyes of his roommate Tanuki, and knock on the door next door to ask for clarification. In the middle of the night, his mind would not be clear from time to time, but as soon as he got out of bed, he couldn't help but ask himself—this Isn't that what he wanted?

At most, it is the worst BE, and Nakano En is absolutely dead.

No, he didn't want to.

He doesn't have many friends, so he doesn't have the courage to betray his promise, and he is reluctant to do that.

Maybe it's not that exaggerated, it's just a misunderstanding, the other party didn't block him at all, and there will be a bug in WeChat from time to time, and it will be restored after reinstalling?He re-downloaded an installation package with luck, but he didn't have the courage to press the button to overwrite the installation.

What if?

The truth is not necessarily a good thing, Yimulian.He said.

He gave up the idea, pushed open the window, and the craving for cigarettes came up again.

This has far exceeded the upper limit he set for himself. He just thought about it, took back the cigarette case, took out the box of blueberry xylitol, and stuffed one into his mouth.The night wind was much warmer than before. Wearing a plush pajamas, he stuck his shoulders out of the window, hoping that his hot heart would be relieved by the wind.

Outside the window, City S was bustling with feasting and feasting as always, and it was not the same as when he first came here. Many stores in the nearby blocks had changed their signs, some were renovated, some changed owners, and there were quite a few things.

A lot has changed in their team as well.

The top laner changed, the mid laner changed, the original jungler retired, Nakano Nosuke changed positions, and a new substitute jungler was signed...

It will change again next season. It’s nothing more than young people getting together for hobbies. Sports competition is not life. They will return to life one day. Common people with names.

What he can be sure of is that if that day comes, he will definitely miss the present day very much.

He missed the college entrance examination, wasted two years of his life, and was attracted by this passion, he will not regret it.

Also met so many friends.

The quantity is not much, but the confidant is enough, and he is very satisfied.But one of the best ones is now standing on the tip of a cliff, ready to fall apart at any moment.

Yimulian chewed xylitol, looked to the right itchingly, from him he could see the window of the deserted room, there was a Shuten living in the middle of the two rooms, not too far apart.Huang's windows are open 24 hours a day, and they are closed only when it rains. Because of the curtains, he does not have unrealistic expectations.

The curtains appeared to be pulled open, not covering the room, and he was wearing glasses, which was enough to see things by the window.

One elbow rests on the window sill, and there is obviously someone by the window.

The other party is not asleep yet, and they have such a tacit understanding even when they have insomnia.

"shortage?"

It was too late when he wanted to stop himself from speaking, he blurted out a single syllable, and flew out of the window against the night wind like this.

The other party must have heard it, and he clearly saw the elbow shake.

His heart twitched, and he immediately regretted it, thinking that if he really blocked him, wouldn't it be so embarrassing that he would have cancer...

The man quickly pulled his hand away from the window sill, and he screamed inwardly, but saw the figure of the man in the reflection of the window.Huang didn't leave, but after tossing and turning for a while, he finally revealed a silhouette, a silhouette leaning against the window sill, reluctantly answering him - he could see that the other person seemed unwilling to meet his eyes.

He didn't know what to do, should he recite the string of affectionate poems on the phone?

Do you want to "take a look, let's take a look" so compromising?

The civet cat behind him was still crackling and poking at the phone screen, too focused to hear what he just said, "What did you say?"

He ignored it, but stared out the window.

This "graciousness" will only be temporary after all. They still have to be good teammates the next day, play training games, double row, and train all day long under the coach's fatherly gaze. If there is no accident, Nakano should be the best. A stable combination that will not be dismantled easily.

But he was vaguely afraid.

He was afraid that the other party would evacuate from this quagmire before him, and gain freedom. His world was too small, while Huang's world was too big, and he was afraid that the other party would forget him unconsciously.

Fortunately, Huang Yuemo still wanted to see him, and after 2 minutes of silence, Huang still turned around.

Huang washed off the usual hairspray, and the unsupported forehead hair hung weakly and was casually fixed behind the ears. He could see that the dew on the other's cheeks was not completely dry, and it shone indescribably under the neon lights on the street. Liang, he could engrave this picture in his mind and describe it vividly, but he couldn't find a word to say.

He was busy paying attention politely, a nerve center twitched, and he actually swallowed xylitol.

Head hurts again.

Find something to say, how embarrassing.he thinks.Usually this work is done by Huang on behalf of him, he only needs to pick up the chatter, or take the initiative to speak up when he suddenly realizes, he is never good at these things that can't tell the truth from the truth.In fact, awkward chats like "still not sleeping" are fine, but he just feels that it doesn't fit the atmosphere, and he sounds like an idiot.

say something.

Say something!

Huang is angry, you have to say something, otherwise it won't be resolved.

A sentence of "it's all a misunderstanding, listen to me" will do.But looking at Huang's calm and numb expression and gaze, he thought, these small sharp knives really have no self-knowledge, and they don't know how much bloody flesh and blood can be cut with one cut. Bone scraping to heal...

He didn't open his mouth, and he didn't open his mouth. The loneliness in his eyes was less, and a lot of helplessness was added for no reason.

The civet cat was still muttering behind him, "What are you doing? Don't be an evil..."

Ask the other party in front of the civet cat, "How can you block me"?

It sounds aggrieved, he is very aggrieved, but he can't do it.He was even sure that even if no one was listening behind him, he wouldn't be able to ask such a question.

The moment Huang shrugged his shoulders, he knew it was over.Huang didn't change his expression from the beginning to the end, he just opened his mouth before saying goodbye.

Silent words.

He guessed it was "good night".

The figure didn't wait for his reaction, and took a step back before returning the window to an empty appearance. The curtains were drawn down, and the window was about to close soon.

"good night!"

He leaned over the window sill and hurriedly said, agitated, something slipped out of his hand.

There was a loud "bang", this was the third floor, and the sound of the small iron box containing xylitol falling down would not be small.

Tanuki was finally willing to put down his phone to look over, and said strangely: "Ah, who are you talking to? Are there any small fans downstairs? It's a bit too much to chase after the club, but you can't hit people with things..."

Yimulian shook his head.

He didn't want to pick up the tin box.It may not be retrieved.

120.

After one night, everything returned to the starting point.

As if he had never been dragged into the blacklist, he received a WeChat message from Huangfa in the morning, saying that he bought a new mobile phone when he went out, and took a photo specially, complaining that the bangs of this iPeachX are really ugly, if he knew it, he would buy a red 8plus , very regretful.

He even pulled him into a double row, the reason being to make up for the live broadcast time.

If this is the so-called starting point.

Looking at the little red exclamation mark displayed on the screen of the mobile phone, his finger moved back and forth on the "resend" button dozens of times.He racked his brains and almost gave up thinking.

Even if he is rational, he can't be sure whether it is still necessary now.

He stood in the Stark's store, looking at the couples of gluey young couples around him, like jailbreakers exposed to guns, they were out of place.

he thinks.

Maybe not.

tbc

*Super God means reaching 7 heads without dying!