【Double Dragon Group】Rationality and My Grace

133.

I had a dream at a glance.

Yimengmeng went back to the summer of last year, he came to the club with a hot body, the corridor was dark, he still remembered the way Huang reluctantly carried his luggage for him, he was so arrogant that he broke his leg, and he still hated him for walking slow.

Tsundere is always just Tsundere.

There was a time when he first entered the game, the team’s cooperation was not on the right track, and the loss was quite miserable. Many black fans came to the live broadcast room to curse, and there were many old audiences who made jokes, but even the so-called "audience who sent Buddha Jumping over the Wall" Master", anyone who dared to make a joke was directly blocked.

It was operated by Huang Nada, and it was directly sealed in the name of the owner without the embellishment of the words of the housekeepers. The friendship created by the Buddha jumping over the wall is very fragile. arrive.

All these things were done in front of his face.

There are also some that he heard from Qing Xingdeng later.

For example, the boss found out that he said something wrong and came back to apologize, and the girls in the QQ group were all helping to speak, but they just said "Your mid laners are too rubbish, so it's better for Rage God to come back and play mid laners", let it go when you are angry No need to hurt feelings.

As a result, Huang counted the number of Buddha Jumping Walls given by the boss, converted them into cash and transferred them back.

The meaning is very simple -

If you don't accept an apology, go away.

From then on, no one dared to speak ill of Yimulian in Huang's live broadcast room, and after cooperating with 666, no one would say anything bad.

Before they win the championship, this is destined not to be a romantic talk, even if they are the best midfield partner, only the championship is the thing that can settle everything.

The boss later went to become a fan of OWO, and when he mentioned QUQ, he casually said something, and also said arrogant and arrogant words, which turned into a lot of QUQ black jokes.

He hasn't figured out what went wrong so far, and he probably won't be able to figure it out for the rest of his life.

134.

Another day of watching the sunrise.

He sat against the wall, still huddled under the blanket, listening to the civet cat's snoring, becoming more and more awake.

He wouldn't doubt whether Huang's brain was damaged and he did it suddenly, just kissing. There are still a few innocent boys these days... E-sports players don't need too many reasons to do things. When they see an opponent making a mistake, leave them in time The gap to react is often less than a second, and intuition and opportunism are what they live on.

Even if he had the cheek to ask for the reason, he could only get one result.

"It's nothing, I just want to kiss you."

How grand.

He looked at the rising red light among the tall buildings, and felt it was dazzling, but there was nothing he could do. As long as he closed his eyes, another person's face would appear in front of his eyes. Facing the sword eyebrows whose curvature is slightly softer than usual, hearing the other party say "you will be the best for me" in a solemn tone like a stroke, seems to be an inescapable nightmare.

This should clearly be a sweet dream...it wouldn't be a nightmare anyway.

No, in order to sleep, he had to think something good.

After searching the memory in his mind, he thinks that everything in the book is correct—people's memory is one-sided.

For a while, it was difficult for him to find Huang Shang's appearance before he had any feelings for him from his memory, and it was difficult for him to look at it without wearing colored glasses, even though they looked so normal.

He remembered something.

Last Christmas.

The base was on vacation, and all those with families returned home. After counting, the term "family" is too broad. To put it so nicely, in fact, the only beneficiary is Huang, and the others are pitiful. Non-local hukou, in addition to living in the base, you can only open a house outside.

At that time, Qing Xingdeng suggested, "No way, how can Huang be left alone in the empty room!"

So everyone dialed Huang's phone with the original intention of disturbing some "good thing": "Hi, QUQ brand takeaway, would you like something to order? It will be delivered to your door!"

Huang probably was also in a good mood. Hearing that they wanted to "visit", he didn't stop them. He sent a series of addresses, and later wrote that he wanted to eat fried rice noodles, so that they should not forget their "original intention".

A group of people arrived at the destination in a mighty manner, rushed into Huang's house, and sighed "Wow" in unison.

This is not a place that Huang would return to every once in a while, at least I didn't see the shadow of the so-called chef here, and even the furniture arrangement didn't look like someone lived.

Qing Xingdeng jumped onto the sofa and said, oh my god, it's nice to have a home, so I can just wander around, ah, I'm homesick.

The civet cat retorted her, come on, you are in the dormitory, don’t you have a room by yourself, is there a difference between living in a dormitory and living in an apartment, think about me, and even the sauce, how pitiful...

Qing Xingdeng ignored him, jumped up again, and began to wander around the house wantonly, and Huang didn't stop him. The two of them even made a long speech on housing prices, which made the civet cat dizzy.

Having had enough trouble with the two live treasures, Huang came over and raised his eyebrows and asked, "Where's the food?"

Yimulian threw the plastic bag containing fried rice noodles to him: "I bought it at the restaurant on the street."

"You didn't do it yourself?"

"Why do you do it yourself?"

"You're talking about food delivery."

"The delivery business is also part of the takeaway."

Yimulian couldn't figure out why he felt happy, and the corners of his mouth smiled unconsciously. After all, it couldn't be because he found that Huang, himself, and the whole team were as lonely. He used all his brains to make a joke. Said: "I didn't buy insurance for you, why did you do it yourself?"

After speaking, he felt very satisfied, which is very rare for him.

Huang didn't seem to find it funny.

In other words, he was avoiding something, pretending not to be funny.

He saw the other party calmly unpack the packing box, took out two pairs of chopsticks from the kitchen, and asked him if he wanted to eat, he nodded, no matter how he lost his appetite at night, he would not be able to sit still when he smelled the delicious food.

The two sat at the dining table, and Huang didn't take the bowl. He probably didn't have a dishwasher in the new house and didn't bother to wash it. They were head to head, and it was very crowded.

He wasn't sure if he had had that momentary thought at the time - ah, it would be great if the pho was fried by himself.

He forgot.

Maybe there is, because it will be more lively that way.

From the other side of the room came Qing Xingdeng's yelling: "Jungle! I found the little porn book in your drawer!"

Huang Man replied indifferently: "Oh."

"Jungle! I found you still have a bottle of KY in your drawer!"

"Oh."

"Jungle! I found out..."

"Ms. Qing Xingdeng, I'll give you 3 minutes to conjure them up. If they 'disappear' later, I'll report to the police that you stole them."

Qing Xingdeng stopped immediately: "It's so wild, you don't give me any face? You don't have any farts in your drawer, sister, I want to dig up some little secrets and blackmail you, but I can't do it!"

Huang was very polite, and didn't answer until he had completely swallowed what was in his mouth: "I don't come back often."

Don't say I don't come back often, there is no breath of life in the house.

Yimu didn't interrupt.

No one else has ever entered Huang's room, only he knows that Huang is like this in QUQ's dormitory, and there is no trace of life anywhere.

Qing Xingdeng was puzzled: "If you don't return home, brother, are you rebellious?"

"There is no one you want to see, what do you do when you come back?"

Huang said casually, Yimulian listened casually, and could hear that the words meant something else, but at the time he didn't understand what the words meant, and thought they were referring to the "mother" that Huang didn't want to mention at all. ", but even if the "mother" is at home, she should be in another home, which doesn't make sense. It was only later that he figured out that this "person" might be referring to himself.

This is not a bad thing.

Perhaps it was also because he didn't preconceived it into thinking, so he heard another flavor in the words.

This is a bit sad.

Sounds like an impossible wish.

135.

Huang also had a dream.

a nightmare.

These are all things that have never happened before. For example, which team's coach is cheap and wants to poach Yimulian. After all, the coach only signed with Yimulian for one year. Renewal and transfer options...

He dreamed that someone exchanged the current number one mid laner in the league for Yimulian, because Yimulian is more suitable for the future version.

He thought it was a point-giving question, but the coach hesitated.

What's there to hesitate about, just refuse!

Every second the coach hesitated, he exploded more, and finally rushed into the office to confront the coach, and found that he couldn't move, his feet were fixed in place, and he couldn't make a sound. He just watched someone come in with a contract. , went out with the contract, and then looked at him with a sad look in his eyes.

Yimu Lian said "I'm going to say goodbye".

He said, "Do you really want to go?"

Yimulian also showed a regretful smile and said, "The contract is signed, there is no other way."

At that time, he wanted to use the speed of the 60-meter race in high school to rush out and tear up the contract.

He didn't have time.

Besides, that was too crazy for his rationality to do.

So he went to beat up the coach to vent his anger, the coach laughed lewdly, and told you to confess to tm not honestly, don't be a jerk, is it so difficult to make a straightforward confession, it deserves it, it's too late Bar!

That's right, if he doesn't deserve it, who deserves it?

Yimulian packed his luggage and did not forget to come to him before leaving, not for anything else, just to return the things he "stored" there, and he did not forget to take the initiative to misinterpret them as "borrowing" The one who left was extremely considerate, with a very tough attitude, saying that he would not be rewarded for no merit, and should not have been accepted in the first place.

It's so real.

He woke up with a start, the biting winter day, sweating all over his body.

Because Yimulian is indeed such a person.

136.

Woke up early in the morning.

To be precise, he didn't fall back asleep after waking up.

I went out for a morning run, bought a breakfast, and came back to take a shower. It was already noon when I finished.

Contrary to him, the door was closed at a glance. The two young men who had stayed up all night because of the power outage slept until noon and woke up groggy.

He didn't say anything, and put a bag of breakfast in front of Yi Mulian, the honorary skipper. It was so hot that it was still smoking, and it had just been turned out of the microwave.

"what happened?"

"Don't you want to eat the spicy pot they cooked at noon today?"

"Oh……"

Yimulian nodded, said thank you in a low voice, and started coughing before he finished speaking. Obviously, the quality of sleep until noon was not very good.

The coach began to replay yesterday's loss, and the two substitutes were also called. Huang didn't care much about whether the substitute jungler felt guilty or jealous at this moment. Anyway, the coach didn't say a word about his hand injury. The other four Neither had any complaints about his presence.

He has already watched the game, and made many mistakes that should not have been made, but TDT can be regarded as an extraordinary performance. From an objective point of view, no one is to blame.

"In the 21-minute team battle, Jiu Tun started the team without any problem. This is indeed a flaw in the formation on the opposite side. However, if you calculate the time a little bit and have enough vision of the river, you can completely skip this team and sell a middle team. Ta, wait until the CD is flashed... This student Huang, where are you looking?? You are staring red at the face of you!"

The coach patted Huang on the back of the neck with a pamphlet on tactics: "Aren't you here to review the game, what a fart!"

"I am listening."

Aragamian replied calmly. In fact, he had already withdrawn his gaze wisely when he saw Yimulian hesitating for the third time. The coach has wronged him. The line of soldiers has been cut off, this wave of team battles is not picked up, and the middle and lower towers are thrown together, it is better to start a team and fight."

The coach looked up the video and saw that he was right.

Jiu Tun nodded: "My brother still understands me."

Huang also nodded: "But this group really sucks."

Jiu Tun: "..."

137.

The next itinerary is very simple, the promo filming for the playoffs, the training camp before the start of the playoffs, and the filming of commercials that are strongly required by the sponsors - not very busy, but even busier. The next one can be said to be the Shura period, what will be broadcast live Qing Xingdeng is very dissatisfied with this.

But there is no way, after all, one of the big taboos before the game is impetuousness.

The coach arranged several training matches. Besides, the usual ranking and grouping plan continued the previous Ueno letting himself go and following the crowd.

No one commented, and everything went according to plan.

There is still a lack of professionalism, no hand injury, no matter what teammates will play well.He and Jiu Tun lined up for a few rounds, don't think about messing around with Chen Duxiu, Di Hua's beauty, good fortune and Zhong Shenxiu, play honestly, pay attention to the range of movement of your hands, there is no big problem for a normal game.

Jiu Tun chewed on the lollipop, a little surprised: "When will you still give people a headache? Thank you, brother!"

Huang returned to the city calmly: "I wanted to punish Qiang, but my hand was too slow and I didn't press it."

Jiu Tun: "...I think I can help you and the mid laner. Can you go to the double queue? I am the happiest in solo queue alone!"

This time Huang paused for a while before replying, "No need."

The coach's arrangement is actually quite to his liking, both in public and in private.

Even if he didn't want to give it at all, he still had to give Yimulian a breathing space, and there would be no good end if pushed to the limit.

Jiu Tun is used to being straightforward, so he couldn't help laughing at him: "Big man, what are you doing, fight twice if you can't solve it in one fight, I'm speechless."

"You're right." Huang said perfunctorily.

He understands the truth, but the brotherhood in the three views of ordinary people cannot be applied to the two of them. Yimulian is special, the nature of this matter...

Also quite special.

He was wearing half of his earphones, and it was hard not to hear the chattering thoughts of the civet cat on the other side of the training room.

"How can this jungler be so good!" "What the hell, this kind of team battle can be fucking won, and the opponent is an idiot!" —”

There is also an incongruous excuse.

"No, I just want to try to see if the reverse big move can deceive people..."

Qing Xingdeng said disdainfully: "Reversal is the best way to deceive people, this is not our team's jungler, I will not pretend to be deceived by you!"

shortage:"……"

Although it seems right.

But no matter how I lay down, I was shot.

tbc