【Double Dragon Group】Rationality and My Grace

161.

At the end of the dinner with OWO that day, the Chess Master drunkenly said a word.

At that time, the chess master Wang Tian said it. It sounded like an ordinary sentence. Most people didn’t take it seriously. People are disgusting, bah bah bah.

But Huang knew that the chess master was trying to persuade him.

"Emotional matters—it's really boring to play the piano with a cow."

This is not derogatory, and the description is quite accurate.

It’s like you hit 3000 output in a team battle, but you still lost the team battle. Why, because 3000 of the 2800 were hit on the opponent’s front row, until the team battle was over, the opponent’s double c was still squatting happily In the back row, full of health, no one can touch it.

No matter how much output you play, you still have to lose.

Huang didn't respond, Yimulian was still lying on his back, sleeping unconscious, unaware that he was being ridiculed by "playing the piano to a cow".

Compared to the two drunken drunks, Qing Xingdeng became a lady after drunk, realized that his pace was slow and did not keep up with the footsteps of the large army, so he turned around and asked, "Can you move your back?" ?”

"I can move my back."

Yimulian is considered very light among adult males, and walking on his back is not even considered strenuous.

Everyone left, but the chess master stayed where he was, with the confusion in his eyes typical of a lovelorn.Seeing that he didn't respond, the chess master knew that he couldn't be persuaded, so he didn't say any more, just said: "It's fine, you won't regret it, don't forget the lessons learned, it's not like no one has done it..."

Huang couldn't tell how he felt.

The string of words sent out at a glance made him dazed for a long time, from "I don't mean to reject people thousands of miles away" to "You don't need to worry too much about my mood", after reading it, the exclamation mark still disappeared at Xiaohong He was in a daze, probably because he was drunk and couldn't make him figure out whether the retransmission was successful or not.

He stretched out his hand towards Yimulian, and Yimulian was stunned, but he didn't obediently hand over the phone.

—— Instead, lock the phone first before putting it in his hands.

Huang was in a good mood for a while, and he would not try Yimulian's password. He smiled and clicked on the screen, and the screensaver that caught his eye was somewhat familiar.

A little girl, very small, the most convenient hero he has ever had, the mid laner hero who can get started at a glance.

Of course, it's not a so-called beautiful girl wallpaper, it's just an official wallpaper of the game. Yimulian lives exquisitely and delicately. He is so casual in many things, not too picky and picky, and he doesn't pay attention to the so-called Doujin Meitu, official pictures, just make do with it.

The progress is great.

Huang couldn't help recalling that when Yimulian first joined the team last year, the wallpapers on his mobile phone were still landscape photos, not the kind of professional photography works he found on the Internet, but where he walked and suddenly wanted to take pictures with his mobile phone. Zhang's kind, an attitude of walking a bird for the elderly.

Time is a butcher's knife.

Maybe the pig-killing knife is too ugly, so let's kill the knife. If you kill you, you will kill me too. I have changed, why don't you?

The night wind was not strong, and the surroundings were strangely quiet. Qing Xingdeng prayed to the taxi driver to "squeeze five people in one breath", covering Yimu Lian's breathing, which was so light that he could barely hear it. Counting, when the count was almost one hundred, Qing Xingdeng finally looked at him with sad eyes, and said, "It's overloaded, we will score two cars."

So Huang took out his mobile phone and decided to order another one, saying, "You guys go first."

Yimulian still didn't wake up in the rear compartment, his face was flickering under the streetlight.

The road in the middle of the night was unimpeded, the car drove smoothly, and soon drove to those streets he was familiar with."Once Again", which became popular on the Internet some time ago, was playing in the car, and the hazy female voice hummed "Don't say goodbye". Yimu Lian tilted and tilted towards him.

However, the driver's skills are so good that even when passing the speed bump, the car passes smoothly.

In fact, it doesn't need to be so troublesome, he reached out to grab Yimulian and leaned over. His mid laner was too sound asleep, and he didn't wake up when he put him down and stuffed him into the car just now, so it was naturally impossible to notice this little trick.

Huang pressed his temples, took out his mobile phone to look at it, and posted on Weibo after a long time, @ 如果多, took a closer look, and there were fans who took pictures of them at the door of the Korean food store just now, and they looked like OWO Shuangdan with QUQ, seeing that the two teams have a good relationship, jump up and down with joy.

... These little girls are quite powerful, and they can catch them all.

Huang scrolled down bit by bit, not paying much attention to it, and at the end, he also started to feel sleepy.

The car suddenly slammed to the brakes, and his back slammed back into the seat back due to inertia. The driver in front cursed angrily. It turned out that someone crossed the road without looking at the traffic lights in the middle of the night and almost hit him.

It's fine if you didn't hit him, he cut the middle-aged aunt who walked without looking at the road with a knife, and condemned her very much.

His shoulders suddenly sank.

When he turned his head, what he saw was Yilian's defenseless sleeping face, and then, the sleeping face disappeared again.

Reaching his shoulder was obviously a difficult task for Yimulian, Yimulian slid down his arm, and finally landed on his thigh, hurt like falling, and let out a small whimper.

did not wake up.

Huang looked away.

I don't have any comments, I just feel that I am not sleepy all of a sudden.

162.

What Yimulian doesn't know is that after the message is resent, it will not be displayed in the latest one.

Huang didn't have time to tamper with his phone, didn't know the unlock code, and even forgot to take the phone out of his pocket after throwing him back to the room.

The civet cat was so drunk that he was almost unconscious when he opened the door to Huang.

But as a little roommate, there is still a B number. Tanuki pointed to the bed against the wall and said, "It's fine to lose it."

Huang hesitated for a while, then said, "Can you help him change his pajamas?"

"No, I'm so sleepy..."

"..."

So Huang threw Yimulian on the bed, solemnly took off the outermost coat and hung it in the closet, covered him with a quilt, and the task was completed.

The civet cat fell down, and at the last second before his consciousness disappeared, he asked suspiciously: "It's fine if you come by yourself..."

No bro.

Huang closed the door and went out, went back to the room, opened WeChat on his mobile phone and read the large string of words again, and saw the small tin box he picked up last night on the desk.

This box of "quick-acting reassurance pills" is very strong. It was thrown by the owner from the third floor and hit the stone floor without any damage. There is no missing corner or sprained foot. A layer of dust.

The blueberry-flavored xylitol has a strange taste, and you can tell at a glance that it was not dropped by a passer-by. It is not sold in convenience stores. It is an imported product that Yimulian bought online to cater for his taste.

He didn't care about the money, but he loved the box of candy.

Better put it back, he thought.

It's the last box, after I lost it, could Yimulian use big bubble gum to coax him?

163.

Before going to sleep, there was a voice in Huang's mind that couldn't get rid of it.

He can't remember.

Maybe it's "we have all the bad habits".

Maybe it's "don't do it again".

Maybe it's "Rice noodles? It's just for supper."

……

He only remembered, everything, and finally returned to one sentence.

On that ordinary sultry summer night, under the dim street lights, Yimulian's sweat-soaked face, with a slightly distant expression, still smiled friendly and said, "Hello, I'm the new Yimulian."

Yimu Lian is right.

I don't know when, he began to restrain himself to perfection, as he himself explained, "this is just a courtship behavior", hypocritically revealing his own advantages, and hiding his shortcomings in the dark In the corner, it is less easy to reveal anger than before.

He and Yimulian have "argued" many times, and he often ended the topic unilaterally and forcefully, not wanting to quarrel, and the result was mostly a cold war rather than a hot one.

Yimulian is a rational person.

So is he.

So he never thought that he would have a day when he would go crazy with Yimulian.

I never thought that Yimulian would argue with him one day.

164.

"It's not a question of bad or bad at all!"

Yimulian said calmly that anger was a strange thing to this rational mid laner.

Huang has never seen Yimulian angry very much, and even now he has no chance to see it once.

The other party avoided Nakano Enjueyi and never talked about it. He instinctively found a sliver of comfort, but this did not alleviate his anger at the result. He couldn't bear the fact that a substitute's selfish and insignificant actions would affect other people's ideals and interests. future.

He himself doesn't care about tenosynovitis, but this doesn't mean that the efforts of the past six months are worth wasting because of this reason.

Not just his, but everyone on the team.

Everyone in their team is sincere. They want to win because they want to win. There are no distracting thoughts that pollute the atmosphere in the circle. Everyone like this deserves a victory—even if they like to be lazy and fish, it doesn't affect it at all. The fact that they have fantasized and struggled.

"Win the championship with these teammates" is also different from "win the championship".

A lot happens every "next season".

Those are unpredictable things. Any player may transfer, retire, or retreat to the back row to play as a substitute. There are too many uncertain factors.

Maybe, maybe, there is no "next season" at all.

He guessed that his expression was indifferent, because he found a tiny bit of timidity in his eyes.

Yimu said one word at a time: "I just lost the game, everyone is in a bad mood, and everyone can see who has the blame. You can definitely save it for the rematch and clear it up a little bit. You don't need to be like this... "

"Do you just let him eat and drink in the team and wait for death with peace of mind?"

Huang couldn't bear it.

Yimulian is so kind, he can't see people being wronged at all.

Others' grievances are grievances, what about me?

"You can calm down and then..."

"Just lost the game, I can't play the game, you let me calm down?"

Yimulian was breathing rapidly, as if he was even more excited than him, and he gritted his teeth and said, "You have always been calm."

"I'm not calm."

"I know you are blaming us for not making it to the finals. Let's talk rationally. If you play, will you definitely win?"

"At least I'll try my best."

"You're just venting your anger. I also have a problem. Why don't you scold me?"

Yimulian's appearance of righteous words is really pious, he laughed wildly: "Don't you still understand?"

"..."

When he saw Yimulian, his face turned pale, the blush caused by the surge of blood just now disappeared, and he was in a hurry, contrary to his usual calm and breezy manner.

He wasn't surprised by Yimulian's reaction.

So kind.

While being kind, she is also cruel, to herself.

In order to play well in the playoffs, I endured the humiliation alone for so long.

Really, so merciful.

tbc

Trailer: (Don't ask me why it's too long, it should have been this chapter...... I didn't say it!)

"I'm straight!"

Yimulian's expression looked like he might cry at any moment, his eyes were half red, moist, watery, and pitiful.

If the content of the conversation had been anything else, perhaps Araki would have been really moved.

Unfortunately not.

"I know."

He pretended to be calm and said that he hated the current situation.

Yimulian closed his eyes, and he saw a crumbling crystal falling down from the corner of his eye, with a hideous face and excruciating pain.

He wanted to grin and say something, anything, but he couldn't think of a word, and his vocabulary was empty.

He saw Yimulian take two steps forward, approaching an unscientific, unrealistic, and impossible distance, facing Yimulian's magnified tear stains, and he didn't want to say anything.

Kissed him at once.

proactive.