【Double Dragon Group】Rationality and My Grace

123.

As a matter of course, the five people were scolded by the coach after they returned to the base.

Jiu Tun and Civet Cat were fined quite badly. They were not allowed to touch alcohol for a month, replaced water with milk, and doubled the time of daily manual exercises. Comrade Civet Cat strongly objected, and was scolded back by the coach: "Dad didn't punish you one Not bad for Moon Lock! I suggest you little bastards be grateful!"

The other three people were also scolded: "You three heartless people are also making trouble with the two of them!"

Only Yimulian woke up calmly in the morning - he was completely broken.

When he woke up, the civet cat was playing mobile games in the corner, and said to him: "Lian Jiang, you are so happy, you don't need to be scolded, you just fell asleep like this, there is no brotherhood of sharing weal and woe..."

He stared blankly: "What?"

"Forget it, I can't tell you clearly," the civet cat complained aggrievedly, "Yesterday, Huang Jiang carried you back."

Yimulian almost fell off the bed with a sprain: "Him?"

"Yeah, do you still expect three drunks to carry you? If I had known that you would be drunk, I might as well have left you alone to deal with the coach, lest he scold and act like a happy seven fairies..."

"..." What kind of metaphor is this?

He looked at the civet cat carefully for a while, feeling a little surprised in his heart, and even wanted to question the authenticity of the civet cat's words. shame.It's ashamed to throw it at home. It's a level of shame.

Fortunately, the civet cat did not show any weird reaction, so he breathed a sigh of relief.

It appears that nothing happened.

Good or bad, neither.

Have it?

Wait... He suddenly remembered something, jumped off the bed, and started looking for his mobile phone.

The raccoon cat reminded: "Why is it like seeing a ghost? Looking for a mobile phone? Last night you held on to your mobile phone, and you held on to it even when you were sleeping. It's probably rolled up in bed."

He quickly turned the phone out, but the screen was always black, and it had automatically shut down because it was out of power. He pulled out the charging cable from the power strip, and was so anxious that he sat there waiting without even washing his face or brushing his teeth. In a few minutes, as soon as the phone was turned on, he went straight to the WeChat interface, and put the chat window, emoji emoticon package, and iPeachX photos on top.

The last message recorded was yesterday morning.

An awkward chat about iPeachX, the bangs are too ugly, the software has to be downloaded again, I forgot the password and so on, and Huang said that this thing can recognize the face, I don’t know if it can be scanned when applying the mask... …

Everything was normal, he turned around and went to the bathroom to clean up, ready to go to the training room to report.

Before he left, he fumbled in his pocket, trying to find out his quick-acting reassurance pill, but he only found a pack of cigarettes, or rather, a cigarette case.

The cigarette has been smoked out at some point.

124.

The fleeting years are unfavorable.

With half of his face sullen, the coach shared a bad news: "Your jungler has a little problem."

The atmosphere in the team suddenly became very strange. Although everyone's level is obvious to all, no one can be called a short board, and they can carry at critical moments, but they are enough to supercarry, as expected——

The current version is a strong middle field.

"Wrist tenosynovitis has recurred, although it is an old problem... I have already gone out to the hospital for anti-inflammatory and analgesic injections. I can't play today's training match, and I guess it will be the same when I play TDT tomorrow."

The coach is also a headache, everyone is so desperate to lose the chain, it is very difficult for him to be a coach!

The civet cat next to him is still optimistic: "What are you afraid of? I will play TDT tomorrow and I can win with my feet. The temperature has cooled down recently. It should be no problem to survive the playoffs during this period."

"Stupid boy, it's not that simple!" The coach retorted, with a helpless tone, "It's okay to let the substitute play the field today, right?"

Yimulian was honorably called, and his shoulders trembled.

He said naturally, "No problem."

It's not that he hasn't played against the substitute before, he has played in the training game and the regular season, but as Guan Hu said at the time, his linkage with the substitute can only be said to be mediocre. But you can't carry without a special reason. If you are playing against a strong team like QXQ, Liang Liangyi has already been booked, and a weak team like TDT may be okay.

That's what it says...

Tenosynovitis, he recalled as much information as possible about these words in his mind. He just remembered that this is a common problem of professional players. No matter before or after he entered the league, there were many people who were forced to retreat by this injury, Those who choose to retire.

It hurts just as it sounds.

The coach patted him meaningfully: "Okay, you guys fight hard, and show that brat too, you can't do it without him - lest he swell up again, and the mad dog becomes a stray dog ​​for a while, it really can't be dealt with, Die in trouble."

Yimulian agreed indiscriminately, and took out the mobile phone with 10% battery crumbling.

It is suspected that the Cold War is suspected to be over, so it should be okay to post WeChat?

"I remembered, tenosynovitis, the one that forced Yuzao-senpai to retire?" Qing Xingdeng said.

"Yeah, I can't move when it's numb, let alone the QWER key, I can't even bend it." The coach answered her, and didn't intend to say more, probably because he felt that it would be bad to say more, and it would affect the morale of the team." Don't waste your time on the horse bb, go to training, do you want to be beaten by TDT in Linglong Tower*!"

"Ouch, my ancestors, please go."

He inevitably thought of Xiaohong's exclamation point again, and felt a little hesitant in his heart, but no matter what, the injury issue still needs to be taken care of.

He sent a WeChat message, just a question mark.

The sending was successful, but Huang didn't reply until the afternoon.

125.

Yimulian didn't see their team playing wild for a whole day.

After the training game, after washing up, and before going to bed, Yimu Lian poked his neck and asked the coach. The coach's answer was well-founded, but he just couldn't think of it—where can he go if he doesn't go back to the base? Are you in the hospital? Of course you are going home.

Yimu even thought about it, walked to the door of the room and remembered that the hot milk in the restaurant should not be wasted, turned around and met Qing Xingdeng who was going back to the house after the live broadcast.

She took him to the end of the corridor on the third floor, where there was a balcony, and talked a lot.

Yimulian had never seen her look so haggard.

"Sister, what's wrong with my vanity, I also know that we can't win the championship!"

She handed over her hand, without even seeing it clearly, she said, "Cigarette, give me one."

Yimulian shook her head, she didn't smoke before, "It's over."

"Bah, I don't believe it."

"Really, you can search my pocket."

"Forget it, it's boring," Qing Xingdeng waved his hand, "Let's go, good night, say hello to your jungler for me, he didn't even reply to my WeChat, he's too bold."

Yimulian was embarrassed to say, but actually Huang didn't reply to him.

He stood on the balcony, the night wind was cold enough, he was very awake, and the more he blew, the more awake he became, and he also knew that this was the wind that blew out Huang's hand injury, it was evil enough to think about it.

He froze in place and thought for a long time, but couldn't help but call Huang.

——"Beep beep", the other party answered it this time.

Picked up quickly.

The other party answered in a hurry, apparently not paying attention to who was looking at the call carefully: "Hello? Where are you, I'll go down to pick you up?"

you?who...

Yimulian's mind went crazy, this short sentence was enough to think of many things, but he quickly stood still and said, "Look at the name again."

"...It's you," Huang was obviously embarrassed for a while, his voice was intermittent, he clearly just picked up the call, and he could smell the smell of hanging up the phone, "It's so late, what's the matter?"

Yimulian lowered his speaking speed as much as possible to avoid being too embarrassed: "What did the doctor say? I...the coaches are also very worried about you."

"It doesn't matter if the old disease recurs."

"They said the inflammation would hurt? Didn't you feel fine yesterday?"

Huang's laughter was helpless: "What knowledge has Qing Xingdeng instilled in you?"

Leaning on the railing with one eye, feeling exhausted, he was too embarrassed to say that he hadn't thought of an explanation yet, so he had to answer truthfully: "Finger numbness, edema, unresponsiveness, severe pain?"

Huang sneered, "She didn't lie to you."

"..."

Yimulian looked at the flickering neon lights in the distance and hissed softly: "What did she lie to me about? When did it get so serious? Didn't you say you were going to have an operation a few years ago, why did you do it again..."

"Busy, I forgot." Huang answered insincerely, but he might be telling the truth.

"Is it better after the injection?"

"It's not that exaggerated, it can move, but it's impossible to catch your Q with Flash R."

The air was quiet, and he listened carefully with his eyes and the sound of his own saliva swallowing—the background music on Huang’s side was classic European and American hits, and he could vaguely hear the effect sound. Huang was answering the call with his mobile phone, sure Not playing in person, but listening to it again, there are also the familiar voices of two middle and wild heroes who have been frequently ranked recently. They have just used this lineup when they played QXQ, and they are probably watching videos.

Yimulian put his hand into his pocket, and suddenly found an iron box from the plush pocket, he hesitated for a moment, at first he thought it was a cigarette box, but when he thought about it carefully, there was something wrong.

Huang heard the sound of tin boxes colliding and said, "Stop smoking."

"I didn't smoke..."

He didn't change his pajamas yesterday, and if there was anything in the pajamas, it should have been put there the day before yesterday.

He dug out the things in his pockets, and the box of blueberry xylitol, which should have been thrown downstairs and disposed of by the sweepers, appeared in his palm, and the dust was carefully wiped off, and the weight was weighed. No less, still the same box.

Someone picked it up.

And when he was thrown back to his room to sleep yesterday, he stuffed it into his clothes pile.

Yimu couldn't wait for Huang to speak after being speechless for a while, so he had to force himself to find his voice: "What are your plans for tomorrow?"

The background sound effects stopped abruptly.

Huang didn't say clearly, "I'll go and see."

"Playoffs..."

"Should be able to fight."

"Ah."

He flipped the lid of the small iron box bored, put it back on again, and then pried it open again. This childish behavior occasionally played a great role in diverting attention.

"By the way, there is one thing." Huang's voice was half a pitch higher, and it was hard for him not to listen carefully, "I told you before that the iPeachX can still be unlocked with a mask on."

"pretty good."

"You haven't changed your mobile phone for several years, do you want to try it?"

"I'm not used to peaches..."

"Don't get me wrong, I didn't imply that you bought a couple machine." Huang said, "It was the same when I bought peripherals before. You didn't know it. I matched it for you from head to toe."

Yimulian felt his cheeks burn, he didn't think as much as Huang said.

What couple machine...

"Let's talk about it after the regular season is over..." He confuses it, anyway, Huang will be very considerate and choose not to ask. They have reached a consensus on this matter many times, so he asked after a while, "It will be cured." right?"

Huang's answer was also very sincere: "Not necessarily."

Yimulian is also ready to be honest: "Only your jungle style is the most suitable for QUQ."

What Guan Hu said at the beginning made him take off the filter of obeying all orders of the coach, and he can make a more objective judgment-the jungler often controls the rhythm, style, and strategy, and is the soul of a team. Just changing the appearance of a team, this is the most reasonable reason Yimulian found for today's fiasco in the training match.

"Is this a good word?"

"You said yes."

"Did the substitute play well?"

"not good."

"It's rare that you don't show any affection."

With a single glance and an excitement, he said, "Do you want me to stay?" After he finished speaking, he regretted it, and wanted to take an iron box and slap himself on the forehead, and immediately become a Buddha and passed out for a few hours. When he woke up, he was a good man again .

Huang laughed, his voice was gentle and calm: "No, don't stay."

Glancing and choking, he forcibly changed the subject of the words that were almost blurted out: "Get well soon, everyone misses you very much."

Huang Shou smiled, and called him in a low voice: "Yimulian."

"Ok?"

"I thought you would want to ask me, whose call I was waiting for just now."

"...I wouldn't ask that."

He's not that much of a nosy person, probably.

"You can ask about it." Huang Ze suggested, he could completely imagine the frequency of the other party's blinking, once or twice.

Yimulian finally had fun for a while, the training match was beaten 3:0, it didn't seem so sad: "Why do you seem to be looking forward to my question?"

"Yes."

"So whose call is it?"

"The pizza I ordered, in the middle of the night, except for this, only Uncle Mai and Grandpa Ken are still delivering it."

Yimulian glanced at the time, "It's 12:30."

Eating junk food at this point, is it because you don’t spend enough time in the gym!

Huang directly skipped this topic, and there was no regret in his voice that he could not play because of a relapse of old injuries. He didn't know if there was just now, but now it is gone, "Director Lian, we will win tomorrow."

Yimulian hung up the phone immediately.

Many years later, when he thought about it, he decided to give a reason after thinking hard——

If he hadn't hung up the phone at that time, he himself wasn't sure what he would have done or said. The only thing he could be sure of was that it ran counter to his rationality.

tbc

*[Linglong Tower]: 0 dragons and 0 towers, A beat B to a Linglong Tower → (can be deduced) A beat B.

Preview:

Even in the dark, he is sensitive to what's happening around him. He can feel that Huang is moving his chair and taking a step towards this side, and he can also feel that the chair behind him suddenly sinks, and he can also smell Roaring Radcliff. The smoky fragrance is getting closer——

But he just didn't choose to avoid it. He forgot, was lazy, and didn't want to. You can choose any one of the three reasons.

Huang kissed him, and was waiting for him to kiss back.