【Double Dragon Group】Rationality and My Grace

121.

After all, it was the favorite to win the championship. OWO lived up to the fans' expectations. In the third round, they changed their home and won the victory by one second. When they won, the director gave a five-second close-up of the chess master's smile. Screaming so loudly that he was about to pass out from asthma at any time.

Although the regular season is over for this team, there is no holiday in e-sports, returning to the team after a short break, and entering the day and night training phase.

This time before Huang left, he didn't intend to say hello, he didn't intend to disturb, but he didn't expect that the chess master's WeChat message would arrive just as he left the gymnasium.

@OWO-奇: I saw you guys, don't run away, have a meal before leaving!Last time you invited, let me invite you back, right?

Qing Xingdeng immediately said, it doesn't matter that the treat you said can be owed until the next time, my sister will not blame you.

It doesn't matter what Qing Xingdeng said, but Renqi Sheng couldn't refuse after saying so. They made an appointment, and ten people broke into the Korean noodle shop in a mighty way, and contracted a large box that was said to be in the best condition.

It wasn't until the self-service barbecue was ordered, and the roar of the Hedong lion came from the next door, "Love is not something you can buy if you want it", did I realize that the situation was wrong.

This Korean restaurant also has its own KTV!

The chess master patted the table lightly: "Okay, you, you know how to play, you know we are happy today and you can make a fool of yourself."

The corner of Huang's mouth twitched: "Don't talk nonsense, I don't know either. Your coach won't eat you?"

"It doesn't matter, what Yuan Boya said, if you win more than 16 consecutive victories this season, no access control will be set up. What about you, Pangpang never seems to restrict your personal freedom?"

"...No, no, no."

"If you really want to be strict, Seimei Abe of OOO is stricter. It is forbidden to go out all day, and the management is militarized. It is so terrifying."

The civet cat interjected at the right time: "No, I think your coach Yuan is more aggressive, and it's hard to communicate when you frown..."

"Hahaha, don't be fooled by his appearance, he actually..."

The first time was raw and the second time was acquaintance. Last time, most of the chats were awkward. This time, it was a good start to complain about the coach. A few people talked to each other, and it just opened up the topic.

Since it was a barbecue buffet, and OWO offered to propose a treat, Qing Xingdeng completely let go of her ladylike reserve and ate happily. She even proposed to let her open an outdoor live broadcast. After being rejected by all the staff, she finally dispelled the madness What's the difference between directly opening a column of "professional players' gossip breaking news"!

The barbecue was cleared quickly, and before the next round of meat was served, everyone finally saw the wine on the table that was ordered by someone and when.They were all beers with a strength of more than a dozen and not too high. There were several pints, and they were not drunk. The people in OWO were all in high spirits today, so they opened a bottle and started drinking.

OWO's regular season is over, but they don't have QUQ, and Yimulian wants to suggest that there is a game the day after tomorrow, so why don't you drink, but he is immediately betrayed by Jiu Tun and Tanuki, two alcoholic natures.

Jiu Tun patted his thigh: "Drink! How can you not drink!"

The civet cat booed: "Drink him twenty or thirty catties!"

Qing Xingdeng also started to follow suit: "Sister, my drinking capacity is actually no worse than yours!"

Yimulian squeezed the phone tightly, feeling that the situation was going in a bad direction: "..."

He would have forgotten that there were indeed two alcoholics in their team.

"Okay, refreshing enough," the Chess Master toasted, "Mr. Conan, a well-known jungler in the league, you won't lose face, right?"

Before Huang opened his mouth, someone took over from the side of the chess master. It was OWO's jungler Yasha, who was also a jungler. Like the old father, he has a lot of thieves, and the good children will not disobey their coach's wishes!"

The chess master blinked, "That's not necessarily the case, people's appearances can't be trusted, Comrade Yasha."

Yasha snorted, "What do you mean?"

"You would never have guessed..."

The Chess God was mysterious, and deliberately raised the tone so high that Yimulian couldn't help but withdraw his attention from the burnt plate - he can't be blamed, all ten people's attention is focused here , and he wasn't the only one, "When Rage God first entered the alliance, he was—ah!"

Huang smiled and patted him on the shoulder: "If you don't mind your girlfriend killing you and kidnapping you, you can continue talking."

"Of course I don't mind, we broke up!"

Chess Master had a proud smile on his face, and he couldn't see the haze of broken love at all, "After we won the S6 Intercontinental Championship, a dozen or twenty people went out to drink together. No one thought that he would be the only one who could walk straight after drinking. people..."

Huang looked at him helplessly: "I drink with water."

"Fart, at that time I remembered someone whose sister wanted to chase you, and specifically told us to get you drunk. Who knew you could drink so much? Those idiots who pulled you to drink were all carried away later. Go back!"

"..."

Yimulian listened in a cloud of mist, and finally looked at Huang with a little surprise in his eyes.

—and a little admiration.

Even this little bad habit is very powerful, worthy of his jungler.

This statement was a bit strange, and he quickly revised it to "their team's jungler".

The crowd booed violently, and there was Yasha who deliberately provoked him with sarcasm and indirect sarcasm. Huang really couldn't refuse, so he poured a glass symbolically, but it was not because of lack of sincerity. It's really no different from drinking water when people gulp down the beer.

After one victim completed the task, it was the next victim's turn. Yimulian was watched by everyone for a long time, feeling horrified.

"Director Lian, you should..."

Before the man from OWO finished speaking, he had consciously and quickly poured himself half a glass, and drank it in one gulp before everyone had a chance to boo more.

If you can't refuse, then don't embarrass others, he has always been like this.

The smell of alcohol is not pleasant, not only is it not sweet, it is even a bit bitter, which reminds him of the disinfectant in the hospital, the endless hanging bottles, the sound of the CT machine running, and the barren white ceiling.

"It's better to save face, not like a certain jungler." The chess master was probably making a clearance, and quickly diverted everyone's attention with other topics.

The barbecue was on the table again, the food was full, the wine was drunk, and the brains became hot. A group of people were confused and started to want to have a karaoke contest with the group of guys from the east of the river next door. The first cloud in the sky is my love business. If someone is dissatisfied and sings Sha Matt, Wash, Cut and Blow, someone will immediately pick up a social shake.

"Lap away, it's men's time now, let me sing a song for you first!"

Yasha took off his coat, touched the microphone on the table first, and began to bully him.

A group of people started to snatch the wheat, there were some serious singers, a bunch of straight men got drunk and went crazy, and there were some who sang love songs for their partners, they were too gay.He listened roughly, didn't mix it in, and didn't feel much after listening. The only new discovery was that Jiu Tun's singing was surprisingly good. A man's unique deep taste.

He listened to some in a daze, and it was like a lullaby, the more he listened, the more boring he became.

Dazed from head to toe, he didn't realize that he was drunk, and began to fantasize that the average singing level of their team might be considered high in the league.

Qing Xingdeng is a popular anchor with both talent and talent. Tanuki Mao's voice change period is halfway through, and he has not yet fully possessed the magnetism of an adult male. Jiu Tun's deep voice is also a perfect match for the frigid song that is playing now... He himself, probably , Maybe, maybe, it's okay.

What about the wasteland?

He vaguely heard the voice of the chess master teasing Jiu Tun, and the image of their jungler singing two tigers running fast ran in his mind.Shocking.

"Director Lian, do you want a song?" He heard someone asking him, but he didn't hear it very well, and he forgot who it was, most likely it was someone from OWO.

"No, no need..." His voice was so thin that he couldn't hear it clearly.

Someone stood up and said: "He has a cold and his throat is not very good."

Where did he catch a cold?No problem with my throat.

This voice is quite familiar, so I won't refute it for the time being.He was leaning against the wall, and there were only lumps of light and shadows blocking each other in front of him. The nearest one stretched out its claws, and he spent a few seconds thinking whether to hide, but the claws were about to poke He retracted it again on his face.

Someone spoke to him from a distance: "Speaking of which, Director Lian, once I went to your Qingxingdeng live broadcast room, and one of the top three people on the Buddha Jumping Wall Contribution List was desperately trying to find out whether you are a grass fan or not. No problem, is it true that Qing Xingdeng said that you were scared away when you heard it?"

Why don't you seem to understand.

The lump in front of him answered for him again: "He really ran away."

"Hey, straight man of steel who can't take jokes, such a pure and innocent person is really rare in the league. Before that, whoever was a fan of the XXX team used to retire under the banner of retirement, and his career in three years is estimated to be more than a dozen. There are twenty of them... But what can I do if my fans are willing to sleep with her, I should be grateful for being flopped by the emperor!"

"He is very innocent."

"Brother, let me ask you, what you said before..."

"Chess Master, you broke up with your girlfriend, why don't you chase her back?"

"I think so too! But she will be troubled by that. Tell me, this feeling was born for happiness. If it causes unhappiness, why does it exist? Aren't you a 'big philosopher'? Comment , Taste a product."

"I can't answer that."

"cut."

"Because I am the same."

"...You. Forget it, let's sing, we can still roam around before the playoffs, how about you, let's go together?"

"No, you go."

"Row."

One of them is gone, leaving the nearest one.

He probably didn't wake up, and he didn't recognize who it was, but he was willing to confess to the other party: "I'm sleepy."

The man used his figure to block the blinding light in the room, and he was probably a little closer. There was a nice smell on his body, which mixed with the smell of barbecue, and it felt delicious: "Sleep, I will wait a while Call you."

"Oh."

He fell forward, into the man's arms that smelled of barbecue.

122.

There are three things that I haven't figured out.

A Yimulian suddenly popped up in his life. Yimulian is actually older than him, and Yimulian doesn't know how to drink.

Not only does he not know how to drink, but he can pour beer with more than [-] degrees Celsius in a glass. He wonders if the chess master is kind enough to drug Yimulian (this is obviously unrealistic)!

Eating someone's tofu while someone is drunk is not a good act of conscience, he would not do that, after Yimu Lian fell asleep in his arms, he hugged him around his waist and threw him on the sofa beside him, thinking If any idiot dares to take the opportunity to make fun of Yimulian in the future, he will solo with that person until death.

After Yimulian was drunk, he was almost the same as usual.

The same is so quiet, the same instinctively sits in the corner, and also likes to avoid too much contact with others.

Holding the phone tightly in his hand, as if there was some ulterior secret in it, only the drowsy eyes would betray Yimulian, he was the first to discover it, but the reason was a bit special, because Yimulian never I will stare at him blankly for three to five minutes as before.

Before he notices the abnormality, Yimulian will have hundreds of opportunities to look back.

But Ichimulian didn't do this, it was extremely abnormal, coupled with the sluggish flush on his cheeks, he knew he was drunk.

A group of people sang and sang in full swing, completely unaware that there was a man who was not drunk and a man who was unconscious sitting in this small corner.

He listened to the saliva song being sung in turn. He looked down and saw that it was almost ten o'clock in the evening, and he could pull this group of people back to the team in a reasonable way. Woke up early.

Wake up, but his expression is still so gloomy.

He thought for a while and said to the other party: "Sorry, I didn't know you couldn't drink."

Otherwise, he would have to stop these heartless guys who just won the game, and if it didn't work, he could still help block a cup.

Yimulian obviously didn't understand: "What?"

He thought to himself, it doesn't matter if he didn't understand, anyway, he owed more than one sentence of apology.

After a while, Yimulian figured it out again, "I don't know how to drink."

"Well, I'll help you next time."

"I can smoke."

"No one will force you to smoke," Huang blinked. After being drunk, Yimulian inherited the original owner's single line, and his brain circuit was very weird. He knew this Yimulian. He had met him a few times, and it was after getting rid of reason. Yimulian, the most real and the most untouchable, "Smoking is not the same as drinking. Drinking is a way of socializing, but smoking is not."

Yimulian didn't understand what he was doing at BB as a matter of course, so he gestured a little.

Then say: "We have all the bad habits."

He seemed to have heard the warning sound of zero fluctuations in the electrocardiogram. He laughed for a moment, and felt that he was an idiot who thought these words were weird: "Usually you wouldn't say such things."

"Who is 'normally you'?"

"Yimulian, everyone has an addiction, but what you are good at is not directly linked to your addiction. You like to smoke and are addicted to nicotine, but you know it is a bad thing and you will restrain it. It is not your bad habit. It's the way you live. I drink, and I hate drinking, it makes me restless, but it can also make a disappointed person linger on in life many times."

The chess master was right in mocking him, he is indeed a person who commits philosophy whenever his mind twitches, he is so stupid.

Alcohol always compels others to be impulsive.

For example, he is like this now.

As expected, Yimulian half understood: "What is addiction..."

"Your addiction is sanity," he said deliberately.

"And yours?"

"I have... an addiction I can't get over."

He watched Yimulian's hand holding the mobile phone tightened a little bit, and the bright light of the phone screen shone on Yimulian's sweaty forehead. He couldn't help but sigh that Yimulian's intuition is still very accurate, even after being drunk, he can still be ignorant Understand what he means.

However, Yimulian is still asking: "What is... what?"

You are that addiction.

It's an addiction I can't quit.

He couldn't say it, it was like killing him, anyway, Yimulian couldn't understand it, and while Yimulian still couldn't understand it, he didn't know from which angle to explain his retreat—in short, he I was persuaded by myself, and I died before leaving the teacher, so forget it.

It has been many years since he had a nightmare, but these days there is always a scene that wants to emerge from his sleep.

The coach scolded him for being a wolf, and Qing Xingdeng scolded him for being a wolf, and after scolding him, he still didn’t forget to explain to him, “Daddy Jungle, it’s not that I won’t help you. Scolding him as a wolf... The picture turned around one by one, and finally it was fixed on Yimulian's face.

At that time, he thought to himself, ah, you are going to call me a wolf.

Then Yimulian in the dream didn't do this, but bowed his head in shame, saying sorry, I can't save you.

It looks like he is determined to save all sentient beings.

Then he woke up, woken up by the alarm, and was in a daze. The phone had hit the wall, made a loud "boom", and fell to pieces on the ground.

Huang opened his mouth, trying to make up a random sentence, it is impossible to really say "it's you", but the moment he really spoke, he looked back but regretted it.

As if guessed what he was going to say.

He suddenly felt that Yimulian might not be drunk at all, otherwise how could his intuition be so accurate?But this conjecture was denied by himself in the next second, and Yimulian stretched out his hand, the palm of which was scaldingly hot.

"wait!"

Yimulian covered his mouth and lowered his head, looking very anxious and flustered.

He immediately understood that the other party just didn't want him to say it, not even in front of a drunk Yimulian.

It didn't take long for him to see that it was a prejudice.

Yimulian picked up the phone and began to search for things in the phone, and he was not at all defensive, he could see what the other party was doing with a little sneak peek.

——Wechat chat on the top, one iPeachX photo, another, a bunch of emoticons, and then pull up, a dialog box with a string of green bubbles that takes up the entire length of the screen.

There is a small red exclamation mark on the left.

As if there was a long-standing grievance, Yimu poked the little exclamation mark a few times, squinted his eyes for a while when he saw the pop-up prompt whether to resend, and nodded viciously to confirm.

tbc