【Double Dragon Group】Rationality and My Grace

61.

Once Valentine's Day is over, there will be countless competitions with tens of thousands of grass and mud horses.

Compared with the strong state that seemed to explode some time ago, the atmosphere in the team has quieted down recently——

It is said to be silent, but in fact, this is the normal state, not the original state where everyone is dancing in ecstasy like taking drugs, it's hilarious.

There was a match to be played the next day, and it was a strong team, so there was a suffocating smell in the training room.

But it's not the smell of tension, tension has no smell.

"Civet cat, your pizza is going to be rotten, throw it away!!!"

Qing Xingdeng pinched her nose in pain and wailed, holding a delicate small bottle in her hand. It was her newly bought Giorgio Armani perfume, but now it has become an air freshener for [-] yuan a bottle in the supermarket.

When the coach visited the class at night, he opened the door and came in. What he saw was such a thought-provoking and heart-warming scene.

As an A Zhaizhai, he naturally couldn't smell the money in the air, but his eyes wandered around among the crowd, and finally fell on Huang: "Where is the single person in your family?"

Huangtou didn't look back: "Going out."

"It's strange," the coach exclaimed. "Oh no, I didn't mean that. I mean, it's nice to be young."

Huang didn't make fun of him.

This jungler is getting more and more frivolous, and the coach dad dares to ignore it!

In order to hide the embarrassment of saying the wrong thing, he turned his head and glanced at the messy hero Huang was playing, only to find that not only was the opponent not playing in the jungle, but he was not playing in the mid lane, but was running around with a shooter in the bottom lane. .

"Oh, changed?"

"Daily life on the fifth floor."

Desperately, Huang freed up one hand, ready to grab the coffee on the corner of the table.

He snatched the coffee cup away first: "What coffee do you drink at night, you won't sleep at night for the game tomorrow?"

"Don't sleep."

"Little bunny..."

These young people, all of them rely on their youth to live heartlessly!This is also a common problem of professional players. He originally thought that Huang was the most decent and delicate boy in this group of people, at least he would go to bed early and put on a mask, right?

The result is not so good!

What stimulated this again? ?

He prepared another benevolent chatter from his elders, but before he could say it, his eyeballs were suddenly sucked away by something more terrifying.

and many more? ?

The coach rubbed his eyes, thinking that he hadn't woken up from his dream.

$16 for 200 minutes? ? ?

$200? ? ? ?

"Brother arrest!" He cheered!

Huang was shaken by him so that his operation became unstable, and he opened fire at the little soldier: "Huh?"

This is an extremely remarkable statistic. Even if it wasn't produced in a game, it is very likely that it was produced by abuse. The coach also really wants to give this jungler an affectionate hug!

It doesn't matter what little bastard is heartless!

"You, do you want to consider..."

"No."

Huang interrupted him, threw off his passionate embrace, and continued to fight the little soldier to the death.

The coach immediately pulled Qing Xingdeng, who was in love with the air freshener, over solemnly: "Look at you, the jungler spends 16 knives in 200 minutes, how about you, aren't you ashamed?"

Qing Xingdeng said with a sad face: "Coach, when people are in a bad mood, people can unleash their potential. Look at his black face, he has a serious murderous intention!"

"Why can't you?"

"This involves an important secret of the earth, you have to ask the magic conch."

But what Qing Xingdeng said was not unreasonable, he thought about it, their team is very good at turning grief and anger into motivation, when they are in a bad mood, they can scare people to death.

Not to mention the old players, even the new top laner Jiu Tun-douji is very irritable. When the mentality is blown, the operation will not be deducted points. If he goes out in a wave, maybe there will be a one-for-three exchange!

He lowered his voice and asked, "What's the matter?"

Didn’t Huang come back from Valentine’s Day yesterday and he was doing well? He wasn’t stimulated on Dog Cruelty Day yesterday, but he can still be stimulated today?

Qing Xingdeng pouted: "Who knows, it's still normal this afternoon. I guess the mentality of playing games has exploded? The winter vacation of elementary school students is not over yet, and the environment of the national server is like that recently. Stupid, I'm going to lose my life, affectionate 7-7..."

"The question has never been blown up before, but I haven't heard of having a girlfriend. It should have nothing to do with Valentine's Day..."

"How do you know you haven't blown up? Before Yimulian came, he was the only player in our team who could smile on his face and be MMP in his heart. What if his acting skills are outstanding?"

"Then get out of the group."

He suddenly felt that the jungler of their family seemed to be really terrible. If the middle laner Xiu, the jungler Chen Duxiu, and the shooter Zhong Shenxiu played other positions... Looking back, he saw that the next game Huang finally got his wish. In the jungle, I decided to go up and watch the screen openly.

It didn't take long for him to growl.

"Food is not food! You were almost killed by a savage!!! Ah???"

"...Hand over to your mother QE! If you masturbate too much, hand shake? Just hand over QE if you don't move!!!"

62.

Hearing the coach's Hedong lion's roar, Jiu Tun couldn't help moving the chair to the side of Qing Xingdeng and the civet cat.

"Well, my uncle asked about something."

"A Buddha Jumps Over the Wall tells a story."

Qingxing didn't return the lamp head either.

But who is he, would he be stumped by such a small problem!

Jiu Tun immediately kidnapped the bottles and jars that Qing Xingdeng put on the table, and said loudly, stop talking nonsense or I will strangle it to death!

Qing Xingdeng groaned and bowed down: "Master, ask, the little girl will know everything."

"Your mid laner..."

"Fang is 22 years old, [-]% of them are Taurus, three views are positive, good in character and learning, I put on a mask every three days, I like strawberry yogurt, everything is good, the disadvantage is that I am too straight."

"...who the hell asked you this."

Jiu Tun rolled his eyes suddenly: "Why do your mid laners run out every three days? Is this a secret lover? No wonder your junglers look like they want to eat people."

"Oh, no, my aunt has been too lazy to go out these two days, so I troubled Yimulian to help me buy a limited edition lipstick gift box at the counter, ah, can he still grab it when he goes out so late! As for the jungler..."

"..."

"Maybe it's my uncle."

63.

Fortunately, the little misunderstanding was solved after Yimulian came back.

He put the keys on the table wearily, and was caught by the coach's eager eyes before he sat down on the chair.

"I heard that Huang is in that troll again? What, is the mouth still so cheap this time?"

The coach shook him like hell, and he was a little out of his wits.

Except for the new Shuten-douji, everyone knows who the coach is talking about - a troll who was abused by Huangquan in the rankings before. That troll has been sticking to Huang for a long time, but that person underestimated the fans of professional players The number was immediately discovered by fans and sprayed back. The little girls were very excited in desperation, and they were no softer than men when they scolded others.

But that's not the point. The point is that this troll's girlfriend... is Yimulian's middle school classmate, who is also a classmate, and his first love.

"Oh, so it's not my uncle!" Jiu Tun patted his thigh.

"You can keep your voice down, aren't you afraid that Nakano will play you and you will be betrayed seventy or eighty times?" Qing Xingdeng slapped Jiu Tun's thigh.

"A man who dares to act dares..."

"Shut up, I haven't got my lipstick gift box yet!"

64.

Yimulian didn't hear their murmurs.

He recalled that last time Huang was of course not pursued, and his own behavior of abusing Quan is hard to describe. In the words of their praise, it is a manifestation of "mad dog jungler" (just bite you and don't let it go) ), some people think that this is not very respectful to the opponent.

There are mixed opinions from the outside world, but regardless of whether it is right or wrong, Huang has to give him face, doesn't he?

It wasn't that he was narcissistic, he could still see it, when the girls in the fan group were addicted to swearing at others, but Huang waved his hand like it hadn't happened.

He's not biased, but he also knows...

Huang is not such a big-hearted person.

Yimulian was not sure, he was kicked out by Qing Xingdeng before he finished watching the whole process, he hesitated for a long time: "It's... alright?"

"How can one be okay? What did you say?"

"It's like, 'I'm the boss again and I can lie down again', like that."

"Ah? That's it? It's really that simple? Shouldn't that brat Huang be embarrassed? Why is his face so smelly? Those who don't know think he's been cheated on."

"..."

"It's true that nothing outrageous happened?"

Facing the coach's questioning, he wanted to turn his head to ask Huang for help, but found that the seat next to him was empty——

He came in in such a hurry that he didn't notice that the other party was not there.

The coach explained: "Oh, he left the game at eight o'clock, isn't it a bit wrong? Don't hide there and cry!"

"..." You think too much.

But it was a bit wrong, he thought about it, and decided not to save face for strangers: "Does that person use the mage's physical equipment to go down the road?"

"...Any fool can see that this is a deliberate act!"

Coach He Dongshi roared, "Our jungler has a really good temper. This time I believe it, he didn't directly pin this guy to the ground and strangle him to death!"

No, almost strangled.Say it with a glance.

The coach suddenly calmed down, and Amitabha said, "What about others? Let's talk to him, don't affect tomorrow's game."

Can't you go by yourself?

He turned around and scanned the others, Qing Xingdeng was live broadcasting with Tanuki, Trible Kill sounded on Shuten-douji's computer, and he was the only one who was free.

This is really a sinful fate.

Yimulian was a little embarrassed, but he didn't show it. He nodded and turned to go out to find someone.

65.

There is no one in the dormitory.

Yimulian knocked on the door and no one answered, the possibility that Huang heard the voice but ignored it was pitifully low.

If it is not a dormitory...

He pushed open the door of the gym, and this time he was not disappointed.

In order to prolong the professional life of the players, many people have joined the fitness army. Unlike him who usually only makes do with the treadmill for half an hour, Shutendouji and Ara of their team are both among the best fitness players in the e-sports circle. At the end of last year The club organized everyone to climb the mountain, and Huang carried the civet cat up the mountain without being out of breath.

Yimu Lian knocked on the door and said, "The coach said your mentality is blown?"

"No."

Huang is not the only one in the gym, there are also a few people from the youth training. Huang is usually stationed next to the Smith machine. Now that someone else occupies the place, he has nothing to do but pull the D bar.This is quite leisurely, while listening to music with earphones on, even so, I can still hear Yimulian's voice.

This location is far away from the electric fan. Huang was wearing the T-shirt customized by the team. It was originally tailored according to the team members. He can only honestly enjoy the profuse sweating.

"..." Yimu paused for a moment before deciding to get straight to the point, "He's nothing like me, you don't need to take care of my face."

In a sense, this "he" is still a "former" rival in love, he doesn't care, it's just that it's difficult for a girl to be double-faced, although it's not very kind, but what does it have to do with him?It would be too funny to even have a first love recorded in a person's life book. I haven't seen her for two or three years. I almost forgot what she looks like at a glance. Who cares if her boyfriend is a stinky girl? What a fool.

Huang took off the sports earphones, and suddenly grinned, maybe it was because of extreme anger: "I didn't care about your face."

"Oh." Yimulian was dubious.

"If he likes to act, he will act with him. He uses the tuba, and I use the trumpet. It's blood money."

Huang let go of the D stick, bent down to pick up the water bottle on the ground, and drank it with his head up: "I used it as an auxiliary jungler in that game."

The pull ring bounced back and hit the alloy railing with a loud bang, and the bystanders looked over with strange expressions, and then looked away after realizing that it was just Nakano's daily exchange of feelings.

Yimulian didn't ignore the small details - the sly smile on the corner of his mouth.

You guys are really narrow-minded and narrow-minded, so lively that you can put on a big show...

He said helplessly, "Is it boring or not..."

"It's cool."

Huang smiled again, blinked, picked up the sweat towel hanging on the side to wipe off the sweat on his face, and walked over as he spoke.

"Don't practice anymore?" He was taken aback for a moment, and he didn't come to chase people away.

"Half an hour has reached the standard." Huang said casually, "I'm not full from the seafood my aunt cooked tonight."

Huang is good in everything in terms of diet and living health, except for one thing - this person doesn't eat seafood. As a person who grew up in a prosperous coastal city, he doesn't eat fish, shrimp, crab, or even sea cucumbers. Nourishing things are resolutely not touched, and I have been reprimanded by civet cats several times for not knowing the blessings.

But that's not important, the important thing is...

His words are suggestive, and it is impossible not to hear them at a glance.

Yimulian sighed inaudibly, and then suggested: "Would you like rice noodles? It's just for supper."

This is a sub-question!

"eat."

Huang quickly agreed, his smile deepened, his brows and eyes curved, and his brisk tone was quite different from the "mad dog type" that the coach said had an explosive mentality and slashed 16 knives in 200 minutes.

Yimulian knew that he was planned by someone, but he had nothing to do with Huang.

There is never any way.

66.

Yimulian doesn't really like cooking, rice noodles are the most convenient and delicious thing he can think of.

There was still leftover sparerib soup in the refrigerator. It had been boiled for too long and the taste was too sticky and the taste was not very good. Almost no one drank it. He just took it out and used it as a base for rice noodles.The rice noodles are thin and broken, with the unique aroma of thick soup. It is not a local snack in S City. It is difficult to find rice noodles on takeaway apps, but Yimulian likes to cook it very much.

Since he likes to cook, of course Huang likes to eat.

When Huang came out of the shower, Yimulian was standing in front of the stove, looking at his phone idly.

"Let me guess, some platform asked you to sign a live broadcast contract?"

Huang wiped his hair casually, relying on his height, he sat down on the kitchen counter.

Yimulian didn't expect him to come back so quickly, his eyes were filled with surprise: "How do you know?"

Huang took it for granted: "Otherwise, if you have nothing to do, you are waiting for a reply on WeChat. Could it be that you are chatting with your girlfriend?"

This sentence sounds like a joke among friends. Isn’t it the best thing ordinary straight men do to make jokes about relationship problems? What about “you can restart the game if it’s gone, and you can continue playing the game if your girlfriend doesn’t have it” nonsense What is it that my left hand is still here?" and so on, but Huang seemed to be implying something, Yimu Lian's EQ is not low, so it's not hard to understand why.

He choked.

It's not true to refute, and it's not true not to refute, he was awkward in place for a while and didn't know what to say.

Refute not having a girlfriend?Isn't the rebuttal talking to your girlfriend?Why don't you refute it?

Fortunately, the rice noodles finally turned into a paste under the low fire. He pretended to be in a hurry to turn off the fire, and stood on tiptoe to touch the wall-mounted dishwasher, directly ignoring the question.

Huang stretched out his hand a little bit, and helped him take down a bowl: "Pangda TV? The coach should have told you that the club has a cooperation with them, but it's not like Qingxingdeng, which only requires at least six hours of broadcasting every week."

"Um……"

"I don't want to embarrass the coach."

Even so, he was embarrassing himself.

He knows that he is not suitable for live broadcasting. Many people say that he is thin-skinned and doesn't know how to have an awkward chat with a bunch of strangers. The id of the master's father is talking freely...

But the live broadcast platform is also the father of the funder.

I have been in QUQ for half a year. The coach looks rough, but in fact he is very considerate. Knowing his personality, he has never mentioned this matter to him. He always thought that Huang’s live broadcast was to make extra money. Until Qingxingdeng and the live broadcast platform two days ago When renewing the contract, he accidentally revealed the truth.

"Didn't you notify me when you signed the contract that there would be a live broadcast? The coach didn't say anything, and neither did Huang?"

She crossed Erlang's legs and showed an evil smile: "Oh, how considerate..."

The two sat at the dining table facing each other and prepared to eat supper. They saw Huang and glanced at the time. It was 10:30, and they could even guess what the other was thinking—it was past the time for a healthy and reasonable diet, and they should even prepare Go to sleep.

When he first came to QUQ, he arrived at nine o'clock. At that time, Huang was about to fall asleep, and his eyes seemed to want to strangle him. Now he is still eating supper at 10:30...

Huang picked up the chopsticks calmly: "Then let's play it. When the broadcast is full, it will be withdrawn. If you don't know what to say to the audience, you can find someone to talk to. It's fine if someone talks. They are also very willing to watch the team members interact."

That's a good idea, but...

Staring at the steaming bowl in a daze, hearing this, he raised his head, just in time to catch up with the haze, and blinked nonchalantly.

That look seemed to say: Do you think I am super suitable?

Don't care about it, it's not a hint at all, it's an explicit statement!

He thought of the words of refusal, "confession" that caused the little girl to smile wryly for a while, and the words "I have someone I like", he actually didn't want to hear it with his own ears, he was very worried... He had always believed that it was really good The relationship between buddies is as self-defeating as a lame lie. The coach said that the relationship between the middle and wild brothers is really good, and Guan Hu said that the tacit understanding between the middle and wild brothers is really good. Yes, everything is fine, but everything has changed.

"I……"

He hesitated.

Huang didn't know that he had already sensed Huang's intentions, and that balance scale called rationality hadn't been kicked over by someone. Before being kicked over, it was still possible to pretend to be a good relationship.

Is there a showdown?

For many ideas, it is best to strangle them in the cradle, but Huang's attitude is far from the point where they need to be strangled.

Forget it, there is still a game tomorrow...

Just at this time, some idler outside the door passed by, turned on the speaker, and sang "Today~today is a good day~" while playing, vigorously, like a magic sound pouring into the brain.

Looking back, Huang didn't show the dissatisfaction that good things were ruined as he thought.

The idler probably smelled the fragrance, and poked his head into the restaurant: "Oh, do you have supper? Bring me one!"

This is not the right time.

I thought about it, but still felt relieved.

Huang just said solemnly: "Brother Tanuki, your taste is pretty good."

"What do you know, this is called auspiciousness, and there will be a competition tomorrow... Oh, why do I explain so much, vulgar people won't understand!" The civet cat waved his hand, "Why is this so fragrant? Is there any more? I want it too eat."

"No."

Huang coughed twice, got up and filled another bowl for himself.

The civet cat is not happy: "Didn't you say it's gone!"

"Well, it's gone now."

"..."

The civet cat made a fuss for a while, even went around the pot, this time it was really empty, he was quite disappointed, and yelled to go back to the dormitory to find the fruit beer he hid under the bed... oh No, it's milk.

I'm willing to bet, he can only drink milk this month.

As soon as he left, the atmosphere in the restaurant returned to that embarrassing, empty space where everyone in the room was thinking and harboring evil intentions.

Yimulian didn't say anything, Huang didn't ask, Huang offered to wash the pot, and Yimulian didn't stop him, the phone screen lit up, the smile of the short little mage was blocked by the WeChat message, it was the fat TV guy who replied He said "OK" and told him that the live broadcast could start this weekend.

He sat where he was and waited quietly.

But Huang didn't say anything.

Including "express", including tomorrow's game, including intentions.

Said nothing.

When he realized it again, Huang had finished cleaning the pot and threw the bowl into the dishwasher, so he could go back to rest.

"Thank you for the supper, go to bed early."

I heard Huang's talk at a glance.

He raised his eyes slowly, Huang's gaze was peaceful, but for some reason he always felt that it was the calm before the storm.This kind of psychology is very contradictory. Didn't he expect nothing to happen and just keep the status quo?You should be very satisfied with this kind of development, right?

He pressed down the WeChat message interface with some fear, feeling that he had overreacted a bit.

Yimulian wasn't sure if Huang realized the reason for his hesitation, he hoped he didn't.

"Good night." He said, scratching his palm.

"Good night."

Huang was very cooperative, picked up the small towel to wipe his head and left, his back disappeared neatly, and his steps were not too heavy.

Yimulian suddenly wanted to remind me a little bit, saying: "Come on, tomorrow."

He opened his mouth, but after he finished speaking, he found that he didn't even make a sound.

tbc

*[Abusive Spring]: The resurrection place is called the spring, the hero can restore his state in his own spring, and the abuse spring is to press people against the opposite spring to beat him (usually this is a bit too much behavior hahahaha).