【Double Dragon Group】Rationality and My Grace

190.

The coach slammed down the boss, and it was hard to believe that such a fucking thing would happen in this world: "Honestly tell me, what did you do all the time?!"

The suspected culprit, Mr. Huang, who was not aware of himself, calmly put out six question marks: "??????"

Jiu Tun patted him on the shoulder righteously: "It's okay, tell me the truth, if the idiot coach wants to do justice for the sky, I will help you stop him."

The civet cat also nodded fiercely: "Don't worry, my biological father, I will definitely not tell the things I promised to keep secret..."

Qing Xingdeng caught the raccoon cat with a zig-zag and trembled wildly: "You really said it!"

"Help, help—"

"Tell me, did they sneak around yesterday? Huh? Huh?!?"

"It's not. How can it be called stealing what you love and what I want!"

shortage:"……"

The coach's eyes widened in an instant: "You, love, me, wish?"

Ignoring Qing Xingdeng's whistle, the coach slapped the excited dancers out of the room in a fit of rage. As someone who might know the matter, the coach felt very impressed with Alexander, and rolled his eyes for a while before saying: "No matter what you did on the eve of the finals, I don't understand why you have to pick this time to mess around... You should be very clear after playing professionally for so many years. Unless there are objective reasons, such as equipment failure, the game is absolutely not allowed to be suspended."

Huang inspected the sweat on the coach's forehead, his attitude slowed down: "I know."

He understands the seriousness of the matter better than anyone else.

If Yimulian can't play, this time they will not only have no substitute mid laner, but also no substitute jungler, and the end will only be worse than the last time they played ODO.Imagine what it would be like if there were only four people on the bench?What does an unguarded mid lane look like?What does a team fight with never more than four players look like?

The coach couldn't even sigh: "Just fainted on the stage, what are you... Forget it, don't talk about this, the auditorium has already exploded, and a group of people are calling for rationalization and suspension, but OWO fans are not very happy, thinking that We're dragging the clock and breaking their winning streak."

Huang didn't answer.

He looked at Yimulian who was lying on the bench in the lounge, feeling a little distressed and at the same time conscious of being wrong.

...Did he go too far yesterday?

If the game had ended in the fourth round just now, these things would not have happened now.

They can go back to rest at ease, and they won't have such a big psychological burden.

"We were lucky. The last game ended at 10 points. They always like to round it up, so it is not too difficult to ask the competition system team to start the next game on time at 30 points. Now it is 16 points. I will give you 10 points." Wake up the mid laner in minutes, or don't blame me for dismantling Legend of Phoenix with my bare hands."

"I'm not sure my chiropractor has the ability to wake a patient up."

"Are you still a man, can you be a little bit responsible, haven't you heard of "Sleeping Beauty"?!"

"...Why didn't Jiu Tun kick you to death?"

The coach snorted coldly, turned around and opened the door to go out: "Pay back the sins I made, it's none of my business, don't feel so wronged, think about how the company director endured the humiliation in the past, I have persuaded you so many times to favor you Haven't paid it back yet."

Huang put away the civilized words in his heart, and replied coldly: "Got it."

Yimulian's sleeping face is very peaceful.

The brief coma didn't bring any pain or pain, and the corners of his mouth were unconsciously pursed in a gentle way.

Huang inexplicably recalled the perfume that Yimulian wore most often, even though he couldn't smell anything at the moment - Yimulian obviously didn't have the time to do it in the finals. "Xiangshan Yuteng" was produced in 08, and it has been out of print for a long time now. Influenced by Yimulian, he has entered the pit of aromatherapy, but he has never smelled such a perfume with the smell of Mulian.

Wet herbaceous scent...

He leaned over.

191.

10 minutes is both long and short.

In any case, enough to have a dream is impossible.

However, Yimulian just had a very short dream, maybe it was not a dream, but more like a wild imagination, after all, he was so curious about Huang's family...

The mother who was completely forbidden to mention, and the father who was only in regular contact with—

He dreamed of a strange man throwing a stack of banknotes on the table in front of him.

"Take the money and get out, stay away from my son!"

"..."

Yimulian was taken aback by himself, what strange thing was his subconscious thinking about? !

He didn't watch many TV shows?

I think should not be.

Then he woke up, and he suspected that he was woken up by a thunderbolt from the sky. When he woke up, he had a splitting headache, as if he had just been hit by someone on the head.He blinked desperately, but couldn't get rid of the endless white dots in front of his eyes. It was hard to distinguish the whiteness in front of him from the light of the incandescent lamp. The response was alike.

If it weren't for his confusion, he would be able to immediately recall the smell of disinfectant, because it was so familiar.

"It" came again.

This devil had already taken his life once on his way to the examination room. If he hadn't missed the entrance examination because of this, then he should be sitting in the graduate student's laboratory now... Forget it, it's all over.

But it wasn't satisfied yet, and wanted to take it away again.

How can you fall twice in one place?

Can't……

Yimulian suppressed the discomfort, and there was such a tearing dull pain, he frowned and couldn't even groan in pain.

He breathed heavily, and it took him a long time to calm down.

But before he had time to see clearly what was in front of him, he noticed something strange again.

Someone is pinching his face.

……hurts a little.

Although compared with a headache, it is nothing compared to the big one. It is more like the kind of pain that is poked in the face by freshly baked French fries. The pain is spicy and salty.

He blinked hard, and saw the malicious perpetrator in front of him: "Li debt..."

Judging from Huang's indifferent expression, Yimulian thought that Huang was asked by the coach to autograph a hundred pieces of team uniforms for auction. At the end of signing, he was in the same state as if his soul had gone out of his body. Turning back slowly, he said "it's all right" in a tone of lovelessness.

Not so.The truth is, Huang pinched his face, pulling him so hard that he couldn't even keep his mouth shut.

"you're awake?"

Pull, keep pulling.

"Liver Chai..."

"Just now you fainted on the stage, but you didn't fall to your death, I supported you."

Blinking and blinking, he was a little out of strength, struggling to support his body with his arms, and barely sat up, leaning crookedly on the recliner, no matter how much he shook his head, he couldn't shake off the two big hands sticking to his face: "What are you? "

"The coach asked me to wake you up, would you rather be woken up by being pinched or kissed?"

"I'm already awake..."

He remembered the reason why he was awakened by lightning, and shrank back a little without a trace.

Huang didn't smile.

"answer me."

"……do not know."

Yimulian hurriedly wanted to end this topic, looking left and right, he finally realized that he was in the waiting room, and there was no sign of other teammates around. In the car, there is only one person missing to attend the post-match interview, instead of being left in the background...

and many more.

Not quite right.

"What about the game? Finished?"

He suddenly fell into a panic, Huang wasn't in a hurry at all, don't tell me he's already finished fighting... wouldn't he?

"It's about to start, you'd better wake up quickly, I'm not ready to die with you in the middle tower in the last BO5 of the finals. Not even in the wild."

Huang seemed to smile, and finally withdrew the force of his fingertips, his face was pinched stiff, his teeth couldn't help trembling, but Huang didn't withdraw his hand immediately, the heat of his palm pressed against his face, But it was different from what he had imagined—combined with the hot cheeks, he only felt a burst of coldness.

There is no temperature in the hand, it is cold.

Huang's expression was still tense, showing no tendency to relax: "Just wake up."

After thinking about it for a while, he fell silent in surprise.

It's not the right time for his old disease to recur, not only Huang, but his teammates should be disappointed at this moment.

If it wasn't for his dreams being too short, if he slept until dawn the next day...

"Let's go, we can't be late."

He held on to the handle, staggered for a while, and then stood upright. Huang gave him a considerate hand, but his head was still dizzy (the old problem may not be able to recover after a night of sleep, it has always been like this ), but he didn't say anything, he just wanted to open a random door and go back to the hotel, put a whole bottle of essential oil on his forehead and come back.

"you……"

Huang seldom hesitated to speak.

Yimulian quickly said: "Old problem, I'm used to it, it doesn't matter if I play a game."

"Ah?" Huang's grip on his arm was much stronger, "Is it the same problem as when you had a headache before?"

"Sequelae of concussion, turn around... tell you again, what are you so excited about?"

"I thought--"

Huang Shi smiled and said, "I thought it was because you were too tired."

It took Yimulian ten seconds to get his expression back from the black hole. Of course he understood what the words meant, and his cheeks turned red: "Didn't I tell you that I'm not that weak..."

Huang said frankly, "No way, it's not in the database."

A second or two later, he still didn't forget to make up the knife: "It will be there in the future."

Yimulian: "..."

Huang La opened the door, and the din of fans cheering and cheering poured in from the aisle. Yimulian was immediately brought back to reality. What he had to face was cruel. Is there any meaning in the whole year of coming to QUQ?

From his own point of view, of course there is.

I got to know the coach, I got to know Qing Xingdeng, I got to know Shuten and Tanuki, and I also got to know Huang.

But not enough.

Going further, this is not just his idea, everyone around him is carrying this belief, he is not qualified to have no desires and desires.

"You said it yourself."

"what?"

"'Won't lose'."

Yimulian's footsteps slowed down a beat, he looked up at Huang's handsome profile, and searched in his chaotic mind, there was indeed such a sentence, just a few minutes ago, when he was delusional to ask Comforting Huang, I am afraid that this proud man will be hit by the fact that he has lost two games in a row.

In this way, it seems that there is no need.

Huang is such a determined person, naturally he doesn't need his consolation very much.

In a sense, it is very similar to himself.

He raised the corners of his mouth in a sense of loss, and an indescribable softness in his heart gradually melted away.

A few teammates who were stamping their feet anxiously in the corridor saw them, swarmed up, and looked around him, but they didn't even complain about "fuck you scared us to death". He was as eager as if he had met his father.

"Let's go, kill that bastard of the Chess Master, I absolutely can't bear him to mock us with some rubbish emoticons, today I have to beat him to death!"

Qing Xingdeng held his head high and held the civet cat, which was a head shorter than her, in one hand: "It's time for us to show our real skills!"

The civet cat cheered wildly: "Kill imperialism! Kill imperialism!"

"The Peasant Uprising has turned itself into the master of the house!"

"cnm who is a farmer!"

A group of people walked towards the stage in groups under the guidance of the staff, rubbing their temples helplessly, and looked at the bright lights at the end of the aisle.

There were shouts of people in the distance.

This time he stood far enough away that he could hear the richer voices that had been buried beneath the cheers of the little girls.

"QUQ never say die!"

"Go QUQ!"

It was what Jiu Tun had been waiting for a long time ago, male voices, there were middle-aged people at work, and there were also young and energetic young men, they faithfully liked this game, some came and went, and some had passed through a lot Year.

Huang followed behind him and patted his shoulder.

He didn't look back.

"I know," he said.

There is no "come again next year", every game is a duel to the death, there is no game, you don't have to win.

--come on.

In this way, if you can guess without any tacit understanding, you don't have to say it.

But Huang denied his judgment: "Yimulian, are you happy?"

"……Eh?"

"You said that you came to play professionally only because someone said you were suitable, because you were calm and stable enough, but you never said that you were happy or unhappy."

Yimulian stopped suddenly.

The person behind bumped into his back, and the other person held his shoulder with very gentle strength.

He whispered, "Happy."

Huang straightened him, and he had to look up into the other's sincere eyes: "I've heard of a metaphysics."

"Tell me?"

"I heard that boys who love to laugh are not bad luck."

With a single glance, I can understand Huang's eyes. There is no such thing as "sincerity", it is clearly "I just watched you take the bait, I didn't force you, this is the willingness to take the bait".

The only bit of complaint left was exhausted, and he was suddenly relieved.

"Ah."

He smiled, showing eight teeth.

192.

Without too much conversation, the game began.

Chess Master's team bans first and chooses first, directly banning the two junglers who have been used the most recently, and the last ban position is reserved for Qing Xingdeng's best hero, which can be regarded as giving enough respect.

The coach didn't choose to ask for the opinions of the players, and said directly: "You counter."

As the red side, although they lost the right to choose the hero first, but relatively, the last CounterPick, the opportunity belongs to them.

They also give enough respect.

——In the end, there were 5 ban positions in total, 4 of which were given to ad.

This can be said to be a fight to the death. The remaining shooters are not equal, and the bottom lane is likely to fall into a situation of pecking at each other, and the status of the chess master in the bottom lane is temporarily unshakable, regardless of the last shooter. Whoever it is, Qing Xingdeng will inevitably be crushed.

In this case, try to reduce the presence of the shooter in the team battle system as much as possible.

The most unkind, but also the best solution.

After the first four hands were selected, Yimulian successfully got a mage with the highest proficiency, and the heroes that Shuten and Tanuki got were relatively satisfied, and then Qing Xingdeng, her hero pool is not too deep, and the rest of the options She has very little choice.

last hand.

The coach asked, "What do you want to play?"

Huang was not polite: "Coach, I remember I told you about the dual mage system."

"Yes, you said it, but the actual effect is not particularly good. The red buff is not very useful to you. You need two blue buffs. You have to grab them. It is impossible for OWO not to defend. This routine is too easy to be seen through .”

"I know."

"Also, this version is not suitable for this. The mage is down. If there is no advantage in the early stage, it will be difficult to fight in the later stage."

"It's okay," Huang replied, "Qing Xingdeng, I'll give you all the red buffs in my jungle."

Qing Xingdeng slapped his thigh: "Oh, you are so polite——"

"But there is a prerequisite."

Huang Zhengyi said awe-inspiringly, "Help me fight against the wild at the first level."

Yimulian stared at the screen, and several portraits of mages flashed on the screen in turn, and finally stopped on a short little girl, and the countdown of Pick stopped.

what.

Sure enough, it was 'she'.

His introductory hero, Huang... the best hero.Due to version restrictions, she has not appeared for a long time.

"Ever heard of Faith?"

193.

QUQ's domineering opening leak test.

They didn't even have the mood to farm their own blue buff wild area, and directly bypassed positions that might have been overlooked in the early stage and broke into OWO's wild area.

Yasha is very smart. His first reaction when he saw the mage jungler was to start with the blue buff, and the mid laner has been hovering nearby, ready to give support at any time, but he didn't expect that breaking into his jungle area would require him to be at level [-] Just for a blue buff who is desperately working with him...

There are four of them! ! !

All four people from the middle and lower fields came, and a control was smeared on his face. He didn't even have a chance to flash and punish to recover blood. In less than a second, the system announcement sounded.

"Firstblood!"

In theory, this blood should be reserved for Qing Xingdeng, but Qing Xingdeng doesn't want it. The reason is that this hero is too trashy to carry. She is ready to lie down for a round, so she won't get too much experience and resources.

Huang took a blood.

Yimulian slowly returned to the middle road, staring at the soldiers fighting each other in the middle road, suddenly remembered a relatively long-term event.

In other words, Huang hasn't played the jungle with a mage for a long time. The most impressive thing is last summer or autumn. He doesn't remember. In the jungle, both of them have mages, and the combination is neither fish nor fowl, but occasionally they can play enough super god 7 kills.

That running-in period was so horrible, I can't bear to recall...

However, he will never forget the period just after the running-in period, when the two of them broke out and exploded, killing wherever they went, winning the [-]th consecutive ranking was no problem.

He can sometimes see a little bit of the barrage in the live broadcast room.

There is a sentence that he finds particularly vivid.

"Congratulations, Rage God's first blood, the game is over!"

Thinking about it this way, Huang's record in ranking with this hero seems to be very good. The winning rate has always remained above 75%, and it has not dropped so far.

Huang's voice interrupted his memory: "Yimulian."

"I'm here."

Huang didn't continue talking, but threw him a skill (of course, the skill will not cause damage to teammates), a small bubble flew to his face, and disappeared randomly.

He pursed his lips, holding back a smile.

He still understood the meaning of this small gesture.

—— "How can you repay me for changing your style?"

194.

Trash talk, don't count.

195.

When the two middle and wild people snatched the blue buff of Yasha's wild area for the second time, Yimulian silently mourned for Yasha in his heart.

Huang's level is two levels higher than Yasha's. Yasha, whose wild area has been wiped out, is very pitiful. He finally called his teammates to help double-team, but he couldn't catch the short little mage who was too flexible, " "She" just shuttled back and forth between the wild areas, completely unobstructed by the eyes, killing out from time to time but always stably punishing the wild monsters that snatched the remaining blood.

Halfway through the fight, Yimulian found that Yasha's mentality exploded.

He predicted this result in advance, and kept a ward in a tricky position in the jungle—this is an anti-mentality, a position that normal people would never go to when passing through the wild, and only those who "resolutely" avoid the ward will take the bait .

Yaksha took the bait, stepped on the eye, didn't even notice that there was an eye on the side, and just walked into their wild area.

Yimulian said in the voice: "Come and catch?"

"Grasp."

Huang immediately started rushing to the wild area, but it must have been too late to snatch the wild monster: "Take the buff, can you snatch it? I'll treat him later."

"Let me try……"

Soon he said: "I can't grab him, but I can drive him away."

"Come to me."

Yimulian is one level higher than Yasha. If Yasha is not a fool, it is impossible to solo with him. Yimulian watched very carefully. He and Yasha paired up, and the opposite mid laner disappeared from the middle lane. He clicked in the middle lane Signal, Huang can understand what he means without him saying anything.

What happens when two mages meet in the grass?

A jungler and a c mage, which one to choose?

This is a scoring question.

Yimulian turned down and joined the so-called solo battle.

Yasha didn't choose to come back to save the field, and ran straight away. The poor mid laner who was going to save the field was brutally beaten by a group, and finally fell to the deserted wild area.

Qing Xingdeng did not forget to sigh while making up the knife: "Oh, this is the difference between the middle and the wild... Hey, it sounds a bit like a quality inspector in the middle and the wild, why does it sound familiar?"

Not familiar at all, you forget it!

The civet cat wailed: "Don't plant the flag, please, my aunt, please don't plant the flag!"

196.

The game entered the 20th minute.

The development of the two sides has reached the time when they are fully capable of a wave of team battles. The chess master smelled the smell of Nakano's catch, and gave up the pressure line in advance and retreated. Nakano from OWO.

Facing a three-man double-team, the top lane is often the most difficult to escape. Even so, Shuten still struggled for a long time, and even almost killed the relatively fragile mid laner.

Jiu Tun yelled: "Their mid laner didn't dodge!"

"Got it," Yimulian squatted in the grass, "Are you still catching? The chess master looks like he's going back to the city."

At this time, the two teams have a record of 2:1.

Huang quickly made a decision: "Catch."

Qing Xingdeng and Tanuki Mao received the signal and rushed up with a line of soldiers. The familiar four people double-teamed. Yuan, originally stopped under the second tower to go back to the city, but was interrupted by a long-distance call from Huang, and was caught up to the high ground.

The second tower hasn't fallen yet, it's a bit too much to catch up to the high ground.

So Yimulian also followed up, chasing after him, and the second chase and the first one may not be much more than the original...

The poor assistant still couldn't escape after selling the ad, and was forced to kill him under the high ground in 20 minutes. He wanted to use the damage of the defensive tower to fight back, but Huang and Yimulian tacitly took turns to top the tower, two blood skins, No one died.

"You guys are so cheap!" Qing Xingdeng praised.

Jiu Tun came back to life, humming righteously: "What do you know, this is called revenge for brother!"

"...I don't understand the friendship between you men."

At 24 points, Chess Master started the first team battle. The top laners of the two sides TPed to the bottom lane one after another. Ten people fought in a melee. The output was firmly behind him, and the blood dropped quickly, but he still had the aura of "I can carry five at a time".

In the last round, both sides were red-eyed. After a wave of team battles, the order of death was almost one for one.

In the war of lunatics, the most rational people are often left in the end.

Yimu Lian got a W to get DoubleKill, and became the only survivor in the ten-member group. With the line of soldiers, he pushed another tower, and the angle of the economic balance became more and more tilted.

Even so, OWO's operation skills are still higher than theirs. The top laner took advantage of the team's struggle to steal a tower in the bottom lane. After several waves of battles, the economic gap was slowly recovered. No one dares to take the lead, for fear that a small mistake will bring indelible consequences.

QUQ took the lead to open the baron, and OWO surrounded them in a double-team formation. The formation was so poor that Huang had to announce his retreat.

He hesitated: "Come on, it's the last round, can't you be more stable, it's too flirty to bet on the dragon..."

Dalong can't give way, they are fully capable of fighting!

Huang directly and decisively vetoed: "No, their formation is too good. If there is no quicksilver, whoever goes in will die. Are you out quicksilver?"

"No……"

Huang's economy leads, only he is the first to produce mercury that can be released.

The civet cat's eyes in the dragon pit were removed, and the dragon pit was dark. Several people surrounded the dragon pit and tried to light it up, but they were blocked by the top laner of OWO. Risk of being caught on fire.

"Hey! Huangjiang, it's time to dance!" the civet cat was anxious.

"hold on."

"Are they rushing the dragon? Why didn't they come out of the dragon pit? I sold my ass and they didn't come up to catch me..."

"hold on."

"Wait until something goes wrong! Are they so insidious to occupy the dragon pit and not fight..."

Yimulian interjected: "Yes."

Because if they stayed in the dragon pit, they would do the same thing - waiting for the moment when the jungler jumped down, hold it down for a wave of seconds, and when the big dragon is in hand, because of the advantage of 5 vs 4, they forcibly demolished it Falling off high ground is not a problem.

The raccoon fell silent, and everyone counted the seconds, their hearts were beating so fast that they could even hear the chattering of the raccoon's teeth.

"shortage."

"Shh."

"Ah."

"I told you to stop talking, you really didn't talk?"

Huang laughed at him, and jumped down from the dragon pit after speaking, the vision of the circular dragon pit was lit up, four people plus a dragon, it was indeed a situation of whoever fell asleep would die - control and damage skills swarmed up, Huang didn't even think about paying the mercury, but his guess was right. Looking at it again, the blood line of the dragon is still at 40%. OWO really didn't want to fight the dragon, so he squatted in the dragon pit and waited for them Take the bait.

However, even a single Mercury couldn't withstand the beating of four people. When the kill announcement came on, everyone's hearts were half-cooled.

"Tell you not to give milk!"

"What do you know, this is a reasonable sacrifice." Huang's speech speed has never been so fast, "Once I die, they will dare to start rushing the dragon... Yimulian!"

Yimu didn't even think about it, he didn't move, he could only stand on the dragon pit, blindly missing three skills.

This is his subconscious reaction.

In the past, Huang's robbing the dragon was not purely based on luck, but also calculations. He believed that Huang's calculations were accurate enough——

The dragon died in battle, and let out a long cry of resentment.

The system prompt came on, and the audience's screams were so loud that they almost squeezed into the earphones he was not wearing too tightly, shaking his head so that he would fly out of the solar galaxy, and white stars began to appear in front of his eyes again, and he almost didn't see the big picture clearly. The belonging of the dragon.

Did you get it?

He couldn't judge, and there was a buzz in his head.

He had already gritted his teeth to resist the dull pain four or five times, but this time he couldn't resist the attack again, and his vision gradually blurred.

"The Red Legion killed Baron Nash!"

197.

In the final team battle, Yimulian almost fished in troubled waters, stealing output at the end of the team, minimizing the sense of presence as much as possible.

The four teammates are at the front, first on the defense tower, then on the crystal...

Then there is the defense tower in the middle lane, the crystal in the middle lane...

This was the time he could remember the most vaguely. He rushed to the base of others, but no matter how badly he fought outside, he knew how to hit the base with all his might.

The first incisor tower explodes.

Followed by the second.

A four-on-five team battle is not directly equivalent to giving away a head. The economic advantage is in front, and there is a big dragon buff in hand, so one less person is not a big problem.

What's more - there is one less mage, and they still have one.

In the last 10 seconds of the dragon buff, OWO's base was flattened, and the newly revived Chess Master stood in the spring, unable to do anything about the three-way super pawns that rushed in.

There are densely packed soldiers in front of the base gate, they will become an unforgettable nightmare.

Fortunately, this nightmare is not theirs after all.

Before Yimulian could take off the earphones, he was tightly stuffed into his arms, his cheek was pressed against the hot skin of his neck, and he could kiss the other person's Adam's apple with a slight twist of his head.

In the eyes of outsiders, this may be just an ordinary hug between brothers...

But he knew, no.

It used to be, but likely, never again.

Huang didn't say anything, and at a glance, he heard Qingxing's lamp, wine, raccoon, cat, ghost and wolf howling from the headset. It was ugly, but he was suddenly moved for a moment.

The chaos in his mind was completely washed away by this hug, and he stretched out his hand to hug Huang back.

"Congratulations, how do you feel about losing the first runner-up?"

It took Huang a while to reply: "I have no impression, the friendly army has a generous funeral."

"we won."

"Ah."

"Top three, we can play the intercontinental competition this year."

"Ah."

"Are you confident to win a championship?"

"Ah."

Huang pinched him on the back: "Did you hear that, the little girls screamed so much that they nearly passed out."

Yimulian hid his smiling face in Huang's embrace, he could laugh unscrupulously: "I didn't hear that, what are they shouting?"

"Aralian isrio or something like that."

"Um……"

"Can I wipe my tears on your clothes?" Yimu blinked fiercely, with a smile on his mouth, but his eyes were red.

"You wipe it."

He lowered his head, but he didn't really waste his clothes so much, he let the water droplets swirl in his eye sockets, and finally slid down his cheeks.

He is really happy.

Know such a group of people, familiar with such a group of people.

They are moving forward now and will continue to move forward in the future.

He has a jungler that he is proud of, and he has also become a mid laner that the opponent is proud of.

When he learned of the "secret" half a year ago, he probably would never have thought of——

At one time, I thought I was going to cut off the favor, but in the end, it was not the two of them who cut off the favor, but the ridiculous rationality.

Huang's voice was right next to his ears, not gentle, but reassuring enough that he never questioned: "Actually, I'm not very satisfied, because one day I won't be just the third runner-up."

"Ah."

"For the third runner-up, a hug is enough."

"Ok?"

"So you better pray for the day you don't win the championship, or I will..."

I can't help but kiss you.

It's irrational to be in front of a crowd, so you better hope you don't have that day.

But Yimulian acquiesced in this decision, saying: "You are so arrogant."

shortage:"……"

Huang Huang violently reached out to ruffle his hair, and pulled the hug away. A small piece of darkness in front of him was covered by endless light. He raised his head and stood beside his four teammates. As the victor, they still had to go Chess Master shook hands there.

The chess master didn't have too much resentment on his face, he just said: "Oh, you are right, falling in love will change things."

Huang vigorously patted the chess master on the shoulder: "Who said that?"

"what?"

"Isn't this going to blow your head off?"

The chess master watched a group of people shake hands and then left with a black question mark on his face, then turned to Yasha and said, "Wait, you were right before, their team is so gay."

Yasha let out a "tss", pretending he didn't hear anything.

Walking down the stage, the coach rushed over in strides, trying to deal with the funeral with a hug.

"Babes! Daddy loves you!"

Qing Xingdeng just wanted to get out of the embrace of this old fat man with a girlfriend in disgust, but found that someone was one step ahead of her and made a move of opposition.

Leaving the audience's attention, their jungler and mid laner huddled together...

Kiss recklessly.

END.

*[Baron Nash]: It's the dragon.

(If there are any other terms you can tell me, I will add an explanation!)

Thank you for your support =3=

I have to say that one update every two days is really much more comfortable than one day!

There are relatively few classes in this semester, and the writing is relatively easy. The theme of e-sports is new. I originally planned to write a 10w novella, but I wrote 14.8w without knowing it. It's really poisonous...

Girls who are interested in "Nakano Enjue Yijue" can search on Baidu to see 2333. Although the original intention is the kind of "Enjue Yijue" that is really a clean cut, but when it is used in this title, the taste is much sweeter!

By the way, the middle field of lol and the middle field of Jujing are really different. For the sake of fan filter, it may be necessary to substitute more of the latter, because it is really difficult to have an assassin-type burst output jungler in professional competitions of lol. And Nakano in Juejing... that's cool!

And, it's a common topic again...

For a long story, you can’t force the popularity, and you can’t force the comments. Here, I would like to kowtow to all the girls who clicked on the heat and commented. The long story is a kind of exercise for the sense of responsibility (for example, the ending is written so slowly because I put the thought I have finished all the writing, I have no motivation, I only rely on my sense of responsibility when I finish writing), thank you all, this process is not so boring and difficult...

Is this article written purely to satisfy myself, or is there no outline for the whole process to let myself go, there are some small bugs that will be slowly fixed in the future (