【Double Dragon Group】Rationality and My Grace

126.

On the way to the venue, Huang finally replied to the letter.

In the words of Qing Xingdeng, this is "deceitful corpse": "It's great, our jungler's hand is not broken, and we can still send WeChat!"

The coach pressed her forehead: "Can you accumulate some morals?"

"No, that would violate my moral standard."

"Yimulian, don't go down the road to help today, let her die by herself."

The coach made faces at her. This little girl is really tough, and she will never gain the upper hand in arguing with her.

Yimu replied in a trance, probably didn't even understand what he said: "Oh..."

"Yimulian, I know you miss your family's jungler, but you still have to play hard today, or I'll take your fitness photos to Weibo for auction!"

"Um……"

It looks listless, like a walking dead.

The coach let out a groan, and immediately reconciled with Qing Xingdeng. The two looked at each other and reached a consensus-their mid laner seemed to have something really wrong!

127.

No matter how weird the state is, Yimulian is still very involved in the game.

Very work ethic.

However, their team's level of cooperation between the midfielder and the field is really hard to describe in words. They don't talk much at once, and they can't maintain seamless communication in real time like the chatterbox duo in the bottom lane. The substitute jungler is not familiar with him, so it is difficult to follow the position alone like Huang. His next action intention can be seen in the details.

We couldn't communicate well, and Ueno didn't coordinate well when opening a group. We started the group first and destroyed the group first.

After the other four were killed, Yimu even stepped on an explosive fruit and retreated, but the enemy jungler's displacement was still retained.

The enemy jungler caught up and chased him all the way to the high ground. He was just a bloody skin, and he died after being cut off.

At last he fell on the high ground, before the crystal.

Half a minute later, the base exploded.

128.

On the way back to the club, Qing Xingdeng grabbed Yimulian.

"Have you ever heard of a saying?"

"what?"

"The one who didn't go up is the strongest."

The color in her eyes dimmed again and again, which made Yimulian feel strange. It was not incomprehensible for Yimulian to say what she said, but he absolutely could not agree with it—this was pointing to a possibility: Huang did not play on purpose, and lost the game when he came on the bench , the fans pushed the pot to the substitute under the banner of "if xx played, he would win". To put it bluntly, fans, solid fans, and then attracted a wave of attention...

Yimulian stuffed a quick-acting reassurance into her hand: "Don't think too much..."

She didn't really say that, otherwise she wouldn't be so stupid as to tell him.

"But……"

"No but, you just dare not admit that you lost to TDT."

Yimulian interrupted her, not wanting to listen any more.

She was silent for a while without answering, and after a while she figured it out before she spoke again: "It's my conspiracy theory, TDT is so weak, who would have thought that we could roll over in the gutter, you just think my ten-game winning streak is inflated Now, just say it casually, don't worry about it."

Yimulian didn't mean to relax.

He didn't even give a slight "huh" to comfort this female contestant who is tough on the outside and soft on the inside.

He knew that he was angry, he didn't doubt Huang's personality, and he didn't want people around him to doubt him.

"This seems to be the first time I've seen you angry," Qing Xingdeng said suddenly, "Usually you wouldn't be so disregarding other people's feelings."

He didn't say "sorry" either.

Qing Xingdeng didn't mind, "That's right, which jungler would leave his good mid laner alone, and treat the opponent to defeat if it's okay?"

Yimulian couldn't help laughing, and was about to go down the steps, when she heard her say, "How, what's his situation now, is it serious? I know you and him are definitely still in touch in private, don't try to lie to me—he can play in the playoffs." Play? It’s fine for him to be lazy in the regular season, but if he is lazy in the playoffs, I won’t let him have a good life!”

He blinked, but smiled.

He didn't believe what Huang told him last night, "should be able to fight"? "should"?Judging from Huang's personality, it is likely that seeing them lose, he has to reluctantly return to the script of the game...

Huang is this kind of person, and he began to worry.

They didn't deserve to lose.

The only thing he needs to do is tie A. If he can make one more A before he dies and take the enemy jungler away, the enemy jungler will not fight the dragon, and they might not lose.

He can fully understand Qing Xingdeng's bad guess, because he is not reconciled.

Not to mention that others would think "it would be fine if it was a barrenness", even their own team probably thought so too.

"Ah, is it..."

Did not get his response, but Qing Xingdeng understood.

"No." He answered quickly, without knowing where his confidence came from, "He will fight, because..."

"He wants a championship."

129.

After losing the game, more than half of them lost their appetite, so they drove back to the base directly in embarrassment, and saw the lights in the training room were on.

Yimulian didn't expect Huang to be here - taking sick leave, just like no one likes to work overtime, this behavior can be said to be a bit unreasonable.

Huang's explanation for this is: "The power went out again, the electrician just came, and someone needs to open the door for them."

"What's wrong?" The coach thought for a while, and decided not to treat Huang differently as an ordinary patient: "I also acted as the boss who owed the electricity bill and refused to help us, so it wasn't it?"

"...Are you dreaming?" Huang Wuyu said, "The building next door is repairing the cable, which has affected the base."

"Oh, when will it be finished?"

"Tomorrow."

The coach looked left and right, then turned his head to see that the substitute jungler had gone back to his room. This was a time to speak his mind, but he hesitated and did not say anything more. He patted Huang on the shoulder: "Did you watch the game?"

Huang tightened his grip on the mouse, "Look."

The coach nodded, "Yimulian, tell your jungler that you miss him! You know what I mean!"

Yimulian was taken aback by fright: "Ah...?"

The coach's jokes are always so endless, big or small, he didn't immediately think of the word "shame", but a small thing in his heart started to jump up and down, guessing that the conversation between himself and Qing Xingdeng was overheard by the coach.

Huang laughed, and relieved him: "Stop making trouble with him, this will probably be enough."

He dared not answer.

Huang is still very good and will not embarrass him.

130.

With the hatred of losing, everyone quickly returned to training.

Yimulian sat on the chair with Huang sitting next to him, remembering what he asked Huang more than half a month ago.

— “Do you all want to win that much?”

He thought he had the answer.

Huang's answer to him at the time was "Everything is right and wrong, and you will understand later", but now he smells that things are right and wrong.

Just as he had imagined, Huang was very dissatisfied with today's TDT game, and instead of using his sick leave to take a good rest, he was poking the mouse with his right hand wrapped in white gauze, playing matchmaking.

Not ranked.

For a professional player to play games instead of ranked, and go to matchmaking, this should be a laughable thing, but no one in the team can laugh.

The funniest thing is being abused by vegetables.

Long before the Crazy Dog-type jungler's sticky A style of play became famous, a mid lane hero who tested the precision of operation became the first sister of the version. There are very few people who can make good use of this hero. In order to win, they I arranged high-frequency training for myself, and at that time, the hand injury came quietly.

Later, the hero was cut, and even Yimulian never used her.

Yi Mu Lian looked at the clumsy head of the declining elder sister on the screen, feeling complicated.

She disdainfully shuttled under the hostile tower, but failed to knock down that tower - the operation of dishes is difficult, even if she can press others under the tower to fight, people with a little IQ can find opportunities to fight the other way, and the reaction is slow The result is like this, go to heaven in place.

Huang's reaction couldn't be slow, it's just that he couldn't press the mouse down.

The coach persuaded Huang for a while to no avail, and then he said hello and left on his own, and no one else wanted to touch this bad luck.

Yimu didn't speak.

He entered the rankings as usual, he wanted to come to the mid unit as always, and changed a hero to play uncharacteristically.

If you use ranked to practice heroes, you will probably be scolded, but after looking at it, the trumpet [really buy one get one free] is okay.

I took the head of the fallen lady.

131.

After the LOSS logo lit up on both screens for the third time, Huang finally couldn't bear it.

He took a deep breath and was on the verge of erupting.

"Solo with me."

Huang's request was very simple, and Yimulian didn't refuse.

The two mid lane mages stood face to face in the center of the map. The pawn line came up, and each replenished pawns, pressing the line from time to time.

Thinking about it at a glance, if there is Huang behind him, he should be ganking the moment he is ahead of the sixth level.

So he went up with a Q, ready to play a set first.

Then he discovered something was wrong. Huang's operation speed was not as fast as before. It was horribly slow. The skill was pressed with the left hand, but it was pressed in time, but it was not placed properly. The right hand holding the mouse looked like a half zombie, gnashing teeth. You can move just that.

He made a "mistake" and died in front of the tower.

Huang frowned and said, "Come again."

"Ah."

They soloed 20 times, he lost 20 times, and "mistaked" 18 times, 2 times when Huang hit him by surprise and put him on the tower.

Huang's expression seemed to be holding a knife and rushing to the opposite wild area to kill people. He didn't say "come again" for a while, and he was getting tired of hearing it.

He stared at Huang's trembling right hand, not knowing what to say.

However, his blatant behavior of releasing water obviously cannot be concealed from discerning people. After Huang looked at it, he was probably dissatisfied at first, but he looked back with confidence and did not feel that he had done anything wrong.

He looked into the other person's eyes, knowing that there was a storm under them: "What's wrong?"

Huang didn't answer.

Today's Huang was twice as silent as usual, and he felt guilty when he mentioned the reason.

What he is looking at is the same one who comforted him yesterday that "the company will win tomorrow". It can be a savior or a culprit.

He wants to ask, are you sure you can still fight?

He also felt that it was bad to ask, and the people involved were not in a panic, so what reason did he have to be anxious.

He did ask, which didn't follow his rationality, but he didn't regret the moment he spoke.

Huang replied almost with a smile: "Don't think too much, you can still fight with painkillers."

He guessed that his expression should have collapsed in an instant.

What the hell...

Just as he was hesitating what to say, the computer screen suddenly went black.

——Not only the computer screen, but also the entire training room went dark, and there were insults from Shuten and Tanuki behind him (the two went to the double row to renew their friendship with the duo while the demon AD was away), saying that this is a garbage club Why the fuck did the power go out again, or something.

Yimulian felt that the power outage came just in time, and he didn't want to call anymore.

No matter how low the bottom line is, he still has a temper, and he also wants to be quiet, not because of the 20-game losing streak, he doesn't care too much, it's just that he is simply unhappy to see Huang insist on playing games.

If he hadn't lost today, Huang would probably not be so angry and go to bed early.

Instead of enduring the pain here and playing games without faith, being beaten into doubting life, a vicious circle.

Instinctively, he took the blame on himself again. Anyway, it wasn't a day or two since they grabbed the blame. They all had a sense of teamwork, but they didn't force the numbers.

He was so engrossed in his thoughts that even though he was sensitive to what happened around him, even in the dark, he could still notice Huang moving his chair and taking a step towards this side, and he could also notice the chair behind him With a sudden sinking, you can also smell the smoky fragrance of Roaring Radcliff 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.

He could feel his lips being nimbly pried open by a mass of soft, hot flesh, nonchalantly scraping across the tiny gap between his teeth, and inevitably bumping into his innocent tongue that stood there, and he flinched completely in fright , that piece of soft meat didn't chase deeply, but landed on his hard palate and rubbed it back and forth.

This taste is actually a bit astringent, tasteless, and even bitter. He felt that his mouth was dry at this moment, but the wet and soft touch on his lips made him a little carried away.

This was a completely unfamiliar experience to him, he blinked jerkyly, although he couldn't see anything, it seemed unbelievable, the only perception told him that the whole world was sticky and blurry, he would It's hard to tell whether the sound of water stains between the intertwined lips and teeth only exists in his mind, or if it really exists...

No, that wasn't the only one, he was so desperate that he forgot about the scorching breath blowing on his face, the force that pressed him against the back of the chair, and the numbness of the back of his neck from being raised for a long time.

Finally, there is the tangy aroma. Roaring Radcliff perfectly blends with the breath of the man in front of him. The mellowness of rum, the sexiness of cigars, and the unique smell of powder when swimming among women.

what.

Teasing him with perfume is too much...

Yimulian suddenly felt that the word "doormat" was the most suitable word to describe himself, he even forgot to do the symbolic struggle, just let it go, and endured Huang's looting him without saying a word.

"Damn it, didn't you say that the cable is about to be repaired, and the power went out again?"

"Can an electrician be found so late..."

The voices of Shuten and Tanuki were only a vague shadow in his ears, but they forcibly pulled back his gradually trance-consciousness——

With a blackout that could end at any moment, what are they doing? !

He knew the answer.

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

He finally struggled, but it was because of the reason that "he will be caught at any time". Although he didn't have time to think about rational and messy shit, he still felt that he was almost crazy.

Huang's strength is actually not great, probably because he is afraid that he will hate this kind of behavior from the bottom of his heart, so he thoughtfully left a little room.

He couldn't argue.

After his mouth was grinded, sucked, and licked, he couldn't help but regret that he chewed a quick-acting reassurance pill in the car before returning to the base—blueberry-flavored xylitol, which he didn't particularly like. , Those who like blueberry flavor are Huang!Huang must have smelled this smell, I really can't tell...

The voices of Shuten and Tanuki complaining about the power outage and the loss of points in the game got farther and farther behind him, and he almost forgot to suppress his own voice.

Even Skyfall has a head, and kissing is impossible without it.

Huang finally let go of him, and before letting go, he didn't forget to lift his collar, lest he couldn't see how hard-won this humanitarian move was.

Huang didn't speak, but with their tacit understanding, he could guess what the other party wanted to say.

"I broke the contract."

After that.

"But this time I won't apologize."

132.

The moment Qing Xingdeng opened the door and came in, just in time for the power outage to resume, she was about to celebrate happily for a second when she was hit hard by someone, almost flying out and hitting the threshold. "Wow!" She rolled her eyes and thought she had seen a ghost, "Wow, don't scare me!"

With difficulty, she opened her eyes, which were not used to the light, and saw Huang's back disappearing at the end of the corridor.

"What's the matter, are you rushing to reincarnate in such a hurry?!" She complained angrily.

She patted her ashen-stained sleeves, and stopped worrying about a "patient" who the coach said was weak enough to need someone to take care of her. She was planning to cover herself and complain about not eating dinner, or let's order takeaway At that time, I saw Yimulian sitting at the computer desk, his body stretched like a zombie.

His face was also pale, as if he was only one step away from reincarnation.

tbc