【Double Dragon Group】Rationality and My Grace

176.

Yimulian had another dream.

It's not something old and serious, but it just recalls a lot of things that happened.

He couldn't be so stupid that he misunderstood Huang as Huang said. There were already signs of hand injuries very early, but they were not considerate enough as teammates, so they really believed Huang's perfunctory "nothing" to be true.

During the OOO game, he was holding the hot coffee bought by Huang, and he could see Huang moving his fingers beside him when he turned his head. At that time, he didn't think much about it, and thought it was because the temperature in the venue was too low. Thinking about it, the stiff curvature of Huang's little finger seemed familiar at that time, and the reaction was exactly the same as when the pain in the hand occurred.

Maybe even earlier...

The coach pointed at Huang and said, "Qingxingdeng, keep your eyes open. You play shooters in the jungle for 16 minutes and 200 knives, how about you?" Then in the next game, Huang finally got the jungler as he wished, but was almost killed by the wildman. As soon as the blood came out, the coach shouted the phrase "Hand over to your mother QE! Are you hand shaking too much? Just hand over QE if you don't move".

He was not there when the coach said these words, but the Qingxingdeng live broadcast room is open all year round, and you can hear such leftovers and gossip after watching the recording for a while.

Too much masturbation is a meme, everyone is just talking about it, fans are just listening to Lele, no one will take it seriously.

Then the truth is either Huang lost his mind, or it is...

Because of the extraordinary performance of 200 knives, the already increasingly serious hand injury came back.

Yimulian didn't dare to associate it with the earlier time, he suspected that he was oversensitive, and any case of shaking hands that he thought of now could be connected with Huang's pain.

What a nightmare, he thought.

177.

What some two heartless people didn't expect was that their even more heartless teammates were actually worried about them.

The civet cat cried pear blossoms with rain (fake): "Mysweet Lianjiang, I waited so hard for you, I had to leave the door for you, but you can't send WeChat, we thought you were kidnapped by a bad uncle halfway I almost called the police, wow!"

A big boy humming in public is too frightening to weep ghosts and gods.

Yimulian was so excited that he didn't know where to start arguing.

"...I wasn't trafficked."

"He was abducted."

When he turned his head, the culprit, Mr. Jungle, was leaning on the side, and he seemed to be in a very good mood. After receiving the "love care" from the masseuse lady, the veins on his forehead were so painful that they burst out, but he still You have to pretend to be calm and come out to make such a statement.

I owe you a lot.

The raccoon cat has a pure heart and doesn't see why: "Can you guys unify your mind? Tell me, both of you disappeared last night. Where did it go? The game city is still a KTV!"

"...You should just treat it as a game city."

"Damn it, don't call me for stealth, I will keep it a secret! At least I won't wait for you in the room until 01:30!"

You can't call yourself a stealer.

What's more, it's not considered sneaky, it's still very open and aboveboard——

Yimulian felt a little guilty: "I'm sorry..."

"Just kidding, I fell asleep after playing moba for half an hour when I came back. Anyway, you two disappeared together. I guess you won't have a room to sleep when you come back."

"..."

Yimulian was speechless, the four of them were sitting in the breakfast room, they were the last ones to get up, there were less than ten people in the restaurant, and if they raised their voices a little, they would be stared at with strange eyes.

Huang lowered his voice mysteriously: "The game city is quite fun, do you want to go?"

Yimulian: "..."

The civet cat quickly said nervously: "Think about it, brother, are you going to treat me tonight?"

"Brother?"

"uncle!"

"Oh?"

"Father!" Tanuki blinked desperately, "I will keep it a secret, and I won't be discovered by them! After all...the coach hates us going to this kind of place. I went to bed early yesterday, and I fell asleep pia when I opened the door for Lian Jiang Dead, knowing nothing, knowing nothing—"

Huang was about to say coolly, "Look at your performance", when the massage lady suddenly pinched her hard.

Yimulian shrugged weakly, and stuffed a piece of mochi into his mouth.

I don’t know if the fan filter is broken...

Huang raised his eyebrows and his face froze, he didn't seem that handsome either.

Right.

178.

The civet cat made no noise, and no one noticed anything unusual.

Only the coach sighed, "It's rare to get up late, it's unbelievable", and was confused by Yimu Lian.

He breathed a sigh of relief, and carefully put on the clothes with the highest collars in the suitcase.

10 minutes before the car set off to the stadium, Huang was finally sentenced to probation by the masseuse lady, and followed him when he went back to the room to get the peripherals, with a serious face, as if he had something serious to say, For example, "Don't be too responsible, it's good to not want to win so much, don't force yourself, relax a little bit" and the like.

Huang meaningfully looked him around.

...Is there something strange?

Yimulian noticed the awkwardness, and looked at himself in the mirror again. He didn't make the mistake of wearing long johns outside again...

Huang's words are also ambiguous: "I have so many plasters."

Yimulian didn't answer, not knowing why.

"Hey, if you need something to stick to your waist, it's not impossible to cut a piece for you..."

Yimulian: "..."

He tried his best to drive out some unsuitable images that flooded into his mind. He had pretended to be dead and closed his eyes all night, but the sound and touch were enough for him to make up a lot of things.

So he thought twice, took out his phone, and opened WeChat.

[ Yimulian: No need. 】

【Huang: What's wrong with your throat?Why do you need to use your phone to call back? 】

【Yimulian: I'm too hungry】

【Yimulian: Huang】

[ Yimulian: . . .Panic]

It can’t be blamed on his hand cancer. He hasn’t gotten used to iPeach’s keyboard yet. The lexicon has been completely reorganized. The word “湿” is the most commonly used homophone. Thinking of this level, there is no shortage.

Huang glanced at him, Yintang turned black, his expression was more solemn than before, he didn't reply to WeChat as he wanted, turned his head and retreated from the room.

The door closed, as if gone forever.

Yimulian's explanation stuck in his throat.

He was fine when he was talking to the civet cat, of course it wasn't a problem with his throat - he couldn't figure out why his face became thinner after the pot was broken, and he was too embarrassed to speak when facing Huang alone.

What a shame.

While clarifying "I'm straight", I gave up the treatment and posted it.

If this is posted in the emotional tree hole, there is a high probability that the people in the comments will scold me for being promiscuous...

Yimulian looked at himself in the mirror, from the eyes to the curvature of the mouth is as calm as ever, just by the appearance, there is no way to see how turbulent and thoughts are in the heart.

Was he also so indifferent yesterday?

He started to feel guilty.

He pulled the neckline, revealing the ambiguous red marks underneath. He could still recall the feeling of "stamping", it was itchy and hot, making his scalp numb. He shivered, his pale face Only then did the blood color return.

Suddenly someone knocked on the door, Yimulian quickly tucked back his collar and turned to open the door.

Huang raised the plaster in his hand outside the door: "I really don't need it?"

Yimulian hit six dots in the air, and this time he didn't have to touch the phone again, and spoke directly with actions.

He took a step back.

Huang squeezed his foot in and closed the door again, as if an adult taught children to learn the attitude of closing the door casually. Those who didn't know thought there was an SCP173 behind them.

"come over."

Huang waved his hand, his footsteps stopped, and he still took a step forward.

One small step.

Huang pretended to be impatient and reminded: "I told you to come here."

Yimulian could only take another step forward.

Probably because he was used to applying plasters, Huang's movements were still very skillful. He lifted his shirt with one hand, and (actually) tore off the rolled plaster with one hand, and gestured to his waist again and again: "Where is it?" acid?"

At this time, if he sends another text message, the other party will not read it, so he whispered hesitantly, "Side..."

"This?"

Huang pinched his waist.

Yimulian opened his eyes wide: "Move ahead."

"This?" Huang's hand stroked a little back along the ribs, the direction was completely opposite to what he said, the force was so light that it seemed malicious and provocative, and his temple twitched.

"no……"

"where?"

"...You can post whatever you want."

The trick succeeded, Huang Cai didn't have the good qualities to be a philanthropist, so he put forward an objection with a smirk: "There is no difference between not posting the right position and wasting." Then he changed the position and poked him: "You Say so?"

Yimulian's face was blushing to the point of bleeding, he still remembered the way Huang's hands covered with muscle bandages held his waist, preventing him from slipping down, it was so rough that it rubbed his delicate waist red, and it was so sensitive that it was a little It hurts like a needle prick.

Help.

But when the rescuer came, he was dissatisfied again.

Especially when it was the coach's Hedong Lion Roar that saved his life.

"It's not some big girl dawdling around, you're a Jiebao. I don't care if you're stealing chickens, stealing ducks, butchering young ones. Get the fuck out of here, it's time to go!"

"..."

179.

It is the basic quality of professional players not to bring personal affairs and concerns to the arena as much as possible.

Both Huang and Yimulian can do it.

When the coach took a pamphlet and instructed them to "disband in place if you don't play well, you bastards", they had already calmed down, got rid of the so-called affair that confuses people for life, and got serious. Very serious.

The coach patted Huang on the shoulder and asked, "Come on, say our slogan!"

"What slogan, coach sb?"

"I said your jungle slogan!"

"Your wild area is my home, and my wild area teammates brush."

Huang said without hesitation.

In the past, this "teammate" often referred to their team's good mid laner. Now that the version has changed, the mage is at the bottom and the shooter is at the top.In the past, Yimulianhui felt a little bit wronged, but now he has completely relaxed his heart.

Yimulian shook Huang's hand before going on stage.

Huang didn't speak, but asked him what's wrong with his eyes.

He didn't say anything, just gently covered a large area of ​​bandage with his palm, just like this, Huang could know what he meant.

After so many misunderstandings, Huang finally didn't let him down once.

Huang said in a calm voice, "Yes."

"Ah."

180.

When he sat in the brightest place in the entire venue, Yimulian felt a strangeness.

This is not to say that the venues in City Q are not familiar enough to him, but——the person sitting next to him has not been this one for a long time.

"I miss you so much."

When was the last time?Have they switched lines?He ran to the bottom lane, away from the middle lane where the jungler appears most frequently?

He can't remember.

Huang adjusted the movement of the equipment, "Suddenly said this?"

"It's still a lot worse if you sit next to it, it will block a lot of light."

"...That's what you're talking about."

The contrast between the ups and downs was too great, and he smiled at the glance, and changed the subject: "I'm playing against OWO today, aren't you nervous?"

"Why be nervous."

"At least it's... a brother team in name?" He said this so that even he wasn't sure.

"Don't be nervous, just beat them violently." Huang nodded, "I've been unhappy with the chess master for a long time, always showing love in front of the single dog, and I have a long-standing grudge, I want to send him to heaven as soon as possible."

It took several seconds to hold back the laughter.

They all know what they are holding back.

In the future, you won't be shown a bad face, hit back while you are still angry, hit as hard as you can!

What Yimulian didn't know was that besides this, there were two other things Huang kept in his heart.

——"Stupid, it's been so long, do you think I miss you?"

and also.

—— "Time flies, but I love you as always."

181.

BO5, the first game starts.

Huang took the CounterPick position as usual, and immediately threw a sentence after the game started: "I will protect you, you push the line."

There was an "um" at a glance.

He is not very good at doing this, and he prefers the chickens to save their lives under the tower, and go out to "hunt" with Huang from time to time, but since Huang has said so, he must try.

They both wore their earphones very tightly, otherwise they would have heard the on-site commentator exclaim: "Hey, QUQ, the middle field, hasn't seen a big change in style in half a month. Before, the fierce is the fierce, and the fierce method is different. "

The version is evolving, and many systems will change in the future.

There will be countless versions of Nakano, there will be times when it is worse than now, and there will be times when it is stronger than before.

Only the partner will not change.

——Behind me, there will always be someone following me.He will stand up to support me when I need help, and he will also ask me for a little help within my ability when I am financially rich.

The game is not big, e-sports is not long, and the peak is not long.

A bosom partner is enough.

182.

Winning the first game was tough.

The bot lane is broken, and this version basically has nothing to do with the bot lane.

Qing Xingdeng didn't do anything wrong, it's just that he wasn't good enough, and he couldn't escape from the sky when he was facing the double-teaming of the three people on the opposite side. Then Jiu Tun became a victim of the team and changed lanes To fight the pressure in the bottom lane, the economy is in jeopardy, but fortunately, we still use this opportunity to feed Qing Xingdeng back up, so that the team battle will not collapse too much in the later stage.

Most important of all was the dragon they stole.

Sacrificially, the two people in Nakano drew fire outside, and the remaining three people sneaked around in the dragon pit. Finally, they managed to steal Dalong while OWO didn't notice.

It's not "victorious without martial arts", but no one can say that they have a good time playing.

With luck, the end might be different.

After all, Feng Shui turns around this year...

Yimulian had a crazy idea from a long time ago, and interrupted the coach's chatter embarrassingly: "Coach, can you still take the DPS mid laner?"

The coach frowned, not so willingly: "In this version, the output mid laner can barely be used by the A hero."

"Then A."

He took a few deep breaths, turned his head to look at the jungler who was An Xin and trusted: "Huang."

Huang raised his head to look at him, and looked at him deeply: "En."

"Can I publish a murder book?"

The living room was eerily silent.

This equipment can almost only appear in the fish pond game and the abuse game. Even Rank doesn't have much appearance rate, but now he wants to get it in the game, it's like crazy.

Ah, to be crazy is not to be crazy today, but to be hopeless yesterday.

After a while, Huang said: "No, you are too good."

"..."

Yimulian couldn't help being a little frustrated, but he had to admit that what Huang said was right, no matter what he said, it was absolutely impossible for him to be able to beat the laning players.

"However—" Huang's voice continued immediately, "If I promise you, I can barely do it."

Blink and blink.

The heart seems to be beating a little faster.

About to fly out.

tbc

*SCP173: Memes for the SCP Foundation!There is a game where you have to close the door casually or 173 will chase you out and anal you.That's right, it's the C bacteria, close the door casually, and keep good habits!In addition, Huangjiang closed the door casually just to ensure safety!