【Double Dragon Group】Rationality and My Grace

143.

This started from 2 minutes ago when Yimulian was not very happy.

His self-cultivation is very good, but that doesn't mean he won't be angry.

His size may indeed be too petite, but that doesn't mean he...

In any case, I was forced by the team training and forced to waste my life in the gym every day!

So when Huang carried the chair with one hand and the table with the other, taking most of the work as a matter of course, he finally didn't hide his dissatisfaction: "I'm not as weak as you think."

Huang's footsteps paused slightly.

The coach's memory made a mistake. There were only two gaming chairs in the lounge, and the others were ordinary small folding chairs with a low ground core. Instead, there were two desks.Jiu Tun yelled "Brother help me carry one", he carried one and walked straight away, Huang agreed casually, it was just a matter of course, so he picked up one and carried it, and he didn't forget to help him move a chair when he turned around.

As a result, someone fucked Carmen.

Yimulian could almost see the three black lines on Huang's forehead - the table was too high and had to be turned upside down to move it out.

Why bother.

Gaming chairs are all equipped with pulleys. Even if it is difficult to drag them on the carpet, pulling them alone is better than carrying a table.

Such a trivial matter is not enough to make him tear up his face, and the degree is not enough to turn his face, but peace is the most important thing, and he has always been more willing to compromise.

— not so bluntly.

"Ok?"

Huang's expression sank, and he immediately returned to normal, probably thinking that he couldn't see it.

So he said, "I'll come."

Impulse is the devil.

Sin liberates man.

In an instant, his heart suddenly became balanced.

Yimulian spoke very decisively. Before he made up his mind, he was a doormat. After he made up his mind, his temper was even more stubborn than Huang.

He didn't want to be treated differently like this again.

It's just moving two chairs, he doesn't think he is any special person, since he is not, he can't expect much.

Because it's probably not worth it.

Huang didn't speak for a while, rarely finding an answer, as if everything he said was wrong.

Thinking about it at a glance, they have looked at each other many times, starting last year, almost a year, neither short nor long, just enough for one person to completely enter another person's heart, as long as that person is not autistic.It is impossible and there is no reason for him to be afraid of Huang's sight.But it was different from two months ago, when everything was still as usual, he dared not say that he had absolutely no hesitation.

He still hesitated.

His eyes moved away from Huang's body little by little, around the ends of his hair, around his Adam's apple, and finally dropped to the ground. Looking at the texture of the carpet, he felt a little depressed.

In a way, he didn't like it.

Every time Huang looks at him quietly like this, his eyes are straight but very clean, as if everyone is drunk and I am sober, nothing can attract that gaze, as if looking forward to seeing him Emotional catharsis.

...Knowing that he won't.

Huang pushed the chair back.

The heavy chair slid hard on the carpet and stopped within half a meter. It stopped right in front of him and collided with the leather chair he was supporting, making a "bang" sound.

Huang said, "I don't think you are weak."

He wanted to refute, but before he could speak, Huang added, "I don't think there's anything to be more considerate than others."

Yimu opened his mouth again and again, and took the words back into his stomach.

After a while, he said, his tone softened, "There's no need..."

"why?"

"I wanted to say it before," that was the confession that he had discarded to the back of his mind. If Huang hadn't left him and went back to the room alone that night, he might have said this, because the time and place are different, and it is possible to reconcile As before, it is also possible that the favor has been cut off, "You don't need to change yourself, you... are not such a considerate person."

Much like a derogatory term.

But he didn't mean that.

He knew that Huang could understand.

Huang almost laughed, as if he heard some terrible joke: "It sounds like you know me very well."

With one glance and one pause, he didn't expect Huang to refute like this.If it is "Am I not considerate", he can find many past examples to refute it, instead of being asked for a while.

He wanted to nod, this was his jungler, he had to understand a little bit.

But it's ridiculous to say it.

No mid laner and jungler can bind an entire career, at least not in known history.They can be anyone's mid laner, or anyone's jungler. If you really want to say this, can each partner understand each other?

Obviously impossible.

Yimu couldn't figure it out for a while, even Huang himself didn't mind, so what did he care about?

Huang's voice could not be heard clearly.

"I'm not a very nice person.

"Even now, I don't feel like I'm being considerate.

"Change yourself? Yimulian, you are really a virgin. You put it so nicely. It's just an act of courtship. The essence is still deception and concealment."

Huang put the chair at hand at the door, and the chair stood on the ground with a "squeak", almost toppled over like a tumbler.Gentle behavior, rough movements, so rough that one would think that Huang's original intention was to kick him away with his feet.

Yimulian shivered, his heart skipped a beat, and he wanted to touch a cigarette.

There is an iron box in the pocket, but it is not a cigarette case.

This is the fourth time he has forgotten to buy cigarettes this week.

Huang's tone was so soft that he seemed to be coaxing an ignorant child: "I'm very angry now, can you see it?"

Yimulian stopped breathing for almost five seconds.

can not tell.

he said in his heart.

I really can't see it, not only the tone of voice, but also the gaze, the curvature of the eyebrows, and even the blue veins that have disappeared on the back of the hand, there is no clue.

Huang didn't ask any more questions, he had to retreat when he reached the bottom line, then walked over and stood in front of him, separated by a chair.

The chair was immediately removed, "I just heard a general idea, tomorrow is an interview?"

The topic changed suddenly, and he interpreted this as leaving a step down.

Yes, it's a big deal, there's no need to get stiff.

Of course, it's also possible that it's already stiff enough.

Huang pursed his lips and listened carefully.

The usual Huang is not as oppressive as this, and he can easily distinguish the difference between the two.

He was distracted, as if he was back in the training room in summer, every early morning before the air conditioner was turned on, in the stuffy room, with the beeping sound of the host being turned on, his future good partner sat beside him, with a drape over his shoulder. A towel, the hair that has just been baptized is still dripping a little bit.

At that time Huang was probably bowing his head in thought, otherwise he wouldn't have been frightened.

——He magically took out a hair dryer and shaped a perfect new hairstyle for his new teammate.

This hairstyle lasted only one morning.

Because of the shortage at noon, I couldn't help but wash my hair again.

At that time, Huang was still a half stranger to him, but looking back at him with hatred, it was completely different from now.

He guessed it was pressure.

"Oh, yes." He heard the other party gritted his teeth.

Yimulian dropped his chair and took a step back.

Huang took another step forward.

He could only begin to explain.

"Usually, doing live commentary in City F is TDT's home field."

"Oh."

"It seems...maybe...my fan."

"Oh."

"Watching the live broadcast of Qingxing Lantern, the fans may also be our team..."

"Ah."

Yimulian's back was pressed against the wall, his spine was cold, and he didn't need to turn his head to know that there was no way for him to retreat.

Huang casually bent down and surrounded him perfectly in this corner.

Again.

Huang's kiss was actually tasteless, this time there was no aromatherapy, but it was just an ordinary kiss, a slightly less ordinary kiss - with a male-specific aggressiveness, heavy, hot and unprepared.

He tried to turn his head in embarrassment, but it was useless, Huang clamped his chin with the jaws of the tiger, and directly turned his face upright, he didn't struggle, probably because he subconsciously felt that struggling would not have any effect.

Huang didn't stick his tongue in, he clenched his teeth, but still couldn't stop his back teeth from chattering.

He could feel that the forced kiss was more of a temptation, the tip of his tongue was licking back and forth on his lips, but there was no further movement, but even if so many grandiose descriptions were removed, it was still a forced kiss, he But he didn't feel any anger, or maybe it was because the anger came too late, and when he was late, he only had time to figure out the cause and effect——

Huang is jealous.

He was jealous of his little fan who had only met once.

...of a big man.

Yimulian was dizzy from being kissed, and the years of living longer than Huang did not bring any experience to his emotional history. It took him several seconds to gather his head and push him vigorously. Huang was not the same as before. Hold him down and don't give him any chance to act, and you can push him away with a little push.

He was short of breath and could only catch his breath with deep breaths.

"Why are you jealous? I didn't answer her..."

He wanted to refute, and refuted angrily, because he was really dissatisfied, but his voice was out of tune, his eyes were out of focus, and the words he said really lacked courage.

It sounds more like coquettish, too scary.

The corners of Huang's mouth were tense, not much happy because of this clarification: "So?"

"..."

So I can't even answer myself.

so what?So shouldn't you kiss me?

He could already guess the result, if he answered so frankly, Huang would be able to tell him cheekily "I can't kiss you if I'm not jealous" in a blink of an eye.

As for who can go further on the road of shamelessness, neither of them can reach the end.

——Even so, Huang can definitely climb farther than him.

He was born to be unreasonable, shameless and confident, very helpless, "It's nothing..."

Huang nodded, "She hasn't slept in the same room with you, why should I be jealous? Is it because of that one-sided relationship?"

"..."

Isn't this just jealousy?

Can't you hear me clearly?

Yimulian wanted to laugh at Huang a little bit, but before the smile reached his lips, the corner of his mouth was covered again, and the deep kiss broke through the defense line and invaded his throat.This time Huang didn't give him room to struggle, his bandaged right hand was inserted into his hair, rubbing the back of his head, his fingertips were still trembling slightly, he gave up after a few symbolic struggles, thinking about it, The only one who can save him is the tearful En Duan Yi Jue.

He needs to remind himself repeatedly to remember what he was doing.

Huang Zai pushed him into the swamp.

What happens to the swamp?The more I struggle, the deeper I sink.

What is a swamp?Something that goes in and can't come out.

tbc