[Han Zhang] One thought

07.

The offseason between the No.17 season and the No.18 season is probably the most stressful offseason Han Wenqing has experienced in these years.On the one hand, the transformation of the team has reached an impasse, and on the other hand, he has little help in this situation.

He can participate in the planning of Tyranny's future development, but planning is one thing, and execution is another.

At the same time, Zhang Xinjie also officially "withdrew" from the planning and no longer participated in many matters related to Tyranny. On the one hand, Han Wenqing could not help Tyranny to open up the situation. On the other hand, he also felt that he was "isolated and helpless." .

At this moment, Zhang Xinjie also started his school career of going out early and returning late. Due to the frequent failure of the Internet at home, he chose to go to the municipal library every Tuesday and Thursday to review, and he almost didn't go home until the library was closed.It was past 11 o'clock when he got home, he just had to wash up hastily, and then fell straight on the bed, unable to fall asleep.Therefore, he and Han Wenqing couldn't say a few words throughout the day, except for "I'm leaving first" and "I'm back", the most they said were "I still have something to do here", "You are busy with your work. Just fine."

The atmosphere between the two has become extremely weird—even though there are two people living in the house, they seem to be living alone.

Especially after Zhang Xinjie started to use the library as his long-term stronghold, whenever he rushed home, Han Wenqing was either asleep or still writing at his desk, so he had no time to talk to him.Of course, he can also quickly get used to this atmosphere, so when he returned home after a day of class on Friday and studied in the library until late at night, he found Han Wenqing still sitting on the sofa in a daze. Accident.

"Are not you resting?"

Han Wenqing seemed to be taken aback suddenly, turned his head to look at him, turned his face back again, and answered listlessly: "It's you..."

"Otherwise who else could it be?" Zhang Xinjie didn't know whether to laugh or cry, but he could only go straight behind Han Wenqing, put his hand around his face, and put it on his forehead, "It's uncomfortable?"

"No, think about something."

Zhang Xinjie withdrew his hand and passed Han Wenqing's shoulder, only to realize that he had a copy of "E-Sports Home" spread out on his lap, and the unfolded page contained the latest transfer information.

Only then did he realize that he hadn't paid attention to Alliance, Glory and Tyranny for a long time.

"What's wrong? What's wrong with the transfer?"

Han Wenqing let out a long sigh, closed "E-Sports Home", and threw it on the coffee table casually: "The person we are looking at was preempted by Tiny Herb and Yi Zhan."

Zhang Xinjie was at a loss for words for a moment, he walked around to the sofa silently, and sat down beside Han Wenqing.

"I've advised the manager to make a plan early, and I don't know what he's dawdling about, but now I think about poaching someone. What happened? The transfer reports from "E-Sports Home" have come out, so what's the use? "

Zhang Xinjie was speechless for a moment. Over the years, as Han Wenqing got older and Tyranny's operation became more and more stable, he had rarely seen Han Wenqing so furious.

Therefore, he couldn't say any words of comfort for a while.

"I don't know what the management is struggling with right now. It's constant and has no courage at all..."

Han Wenqing seemed to have finally found an outlet for the pressure, and was still complaining endlessly, but Zhang Xinjie suddenly turned his head and interjected, "What does the team say?"

"Team..." Han Wenqing was stunned. Obviously, he couldn't answer this question.

"The operation of the club revolves around the team. If the manager is not in a hurry to negotiate with the player you like, it may mean that the team may have other plans..." Zhang Xinjie looked at Han Wenqing's eyes and calmly analyzed, " Now that we have all retired from the team, even though you are still in Tyranny, you can only offer advice and suggestions, and cannot make decisions."

"I know," Han Wenqing pursed his lips forcefully, brows still tangled together, "I just—"

His expression seemed to be a little stiff, his eyes stared blankly at Zhang Xinjie, and he turned to the side after a while: "Forget it... let's go to sleep."

Zhang Xinjie caught his hesitation: "Just say what you want - I'm not sleepy yet."

"It's nothing...you're right."

Han Wenqing had already stood up and was about to go back to his room to rest. Zhang Xinjie shook his head wordlessly, stood up too, and said, "That's fine, let's take a rest first... Your current situation is chaotic if you care about it. The truth may be It's not as serious as you think."

"understood."

There was no emotion in Han Wenqing's words, so Zhang Xinjie didn't say anything else. The two went to wash up one after the other, and then returned to the bedroom.When Zhang Xinjie took a hasty shower and pushed open the bedroom door, he found that Han Wenqing seemed to have fallen asleep.

He walked over lightly, lifted a corner of the quilt, carefully got into the quilt, covered the quilt, turned off the alarm clock for the next morning, and was about to relax and have a good sleep when Han Wenqing suddenly turned over. Turn around and hug him from behind.

"You haven't slept yet?"

Han Wenqing didn't answer him, so Zhang Xinjie also closed his eyes, ready to welcome sleepiness, but at this moment Han Wenqing moved forward, put his chin on his shoulder, leaned over to kiss his earlobe, and lifted his hand from his pajamas. She reached into the placket and touched his chest.

Zhang Xinjie quickly grabbed Han Wenqing's forearm and shook it: "It's a bit late."

Han Wenqing propped up half of his body and looked at Zhang Xinjie's side face: "Are you tired?"

"Hmm..." Zhang Xinjie replied honestly, "After a day of class, my mind is not very clear."

"Forget it." Han Wenqing lay back, put his arms around Zhang Xinjie's waist, and continued to rest his chin on his shoulder.

The heavy and hot breath was on the side of Zhang Xinjie's neck, brushing the broken hair on the back of his neck, making him feel a faint itch, as if some restless bug had crawled across his neck, but it changed in an instant. Unpredictable.

Han Wenqing's arms and chest exuded scorching heat, which made him inevitably sweat a thin layer, soaking the pajamas on his body.

There seemed to be a flash of anxiety in his heart, he simply turned over suddenly, his arms were loosely placed on Han Wenqing's waist, and he opened his eyes: "Why don't we do it."

"Huh?" Han Wenqing couldn't recover for a while.

"Can't sleep." Zhang Xinjie sat up with the quilt lifted, and began to unbutton his pajamas.

"Uncomfortable?" Han Wenqing also sat up and turned on the lamp beside the bed, only to find that Zhang Xinjie's forehead and neck were densely covered with beads of sweat.

"My heart is in a panic..." He threw the pajamas he had taken off at the end of the bed, and moved towards Han Wenqing.

Han Wenqing put his arms around his waist, and pressed his forehead with the back of his hand.

"I'm fine..."

Zhang Xinjie hooked Han Wenqing's neck with his arms, and kissed the corner of the other's lips eagerly, sticking out the tip of his tongue, licking the chapped lips of the other party, and even biting Han Wenqing's chin lightly, the two of them had a heavy kiss The breathing is intertwined, rendering the atmosphere a bit sensational.

"A lot of pressure?" Han Wenqing pulled Zhang Xinjie away a little and asked in a low voice.

"Well... the current course... I can't keep up with it, and I can't understand the online class. After all, it's been too long, and it's hard to pick it up..."

He rested his forehead on Han Wenqing's collarbone, his voice full of torment.

It seems that it is not a wise choice to use the bed thing as a valve for decompression, and there is little such experience in the two people's years of dating experience, but at this moment, they tacitly decided to take a step forward and temporarily put those Chaotic thoughts left behind.

Han Wenqing's pajamas were pulled aside at some point, and the sweaty chests of the two were pressed together, and the temperature on the skin could almost spark.Han Wenqing grabbed Zhang Xinjie in front of him and pulled down his pajama pants.

"You really don't sleep?"

Zhang Xinjie shook his head silently, grabbed Han Wenqing's back, straightened his waist slightly, and sent himself more into Han Wenqing's hands.

The price of this night's torment was that neither of them could get up on time the next day. Fortunately, there were no other arrangements for the weekend, and it was not too much to sleep in.When Zhang Xinjie woke up, he found that it was already past 9 o'clock, and the sunlight poured into the room through the cracks in the curtains, casting a spot of light on Han Wenqing's face.

But Han Wenqing hadn't woken up yet, so Zhang Xinjie turned over lightly and got out of bed, and went to the bathroom to wash up.After he scooped up a handful of water and wiped his face indiscriminately, Han Wenqing suddenly opened the door and came in, walked to the sink, and looked at Zhang Xinjie steadfastly.Zhang Xinjie thought he was going to rinse his mouth, so he handed him the cup and toothbrush, but Han Wenqing still stood still after taking it, staring at the toothpaste for a while before opening his mouth.

"I thought about it, and I think you're right."

"What?" Zhang Xinjie wiped his face with a towel, but he was startled when he heard this, and even forgot to hang the towel back on the shelf.

"Maybe I should really let go... Like you said, we've already retired, so Tyranny shouldn't be a team of just two of us."

Zhang Xinjie was still in a daze, as if he couldn't remember when he said this.

"I don't mean that," he said hesitantly, "I just hope you don't stress too much."

"But it's really time for me to make a decision." Han Wenqing shrugged and squeezed some toothpaste onto his toothbrush, "I feel like a child who hasn't been weaned before, and I've always been reluctant to completely cut off Tyranny ..."

"You don't have to cut—"

"Listen to me." Han Wenqing looked at Zhang Xinjie firmly, his tone was so low that he seemed to be full of sadness, "I don't need to cut it, but Tyranny does. I can do a lot for Tyranny now. It's limited, if Tyranny is still shrouded in my influence, it's not a good thing."

Zhang Xinjie stood dazedly by the sink for a while. He caught a glimpse of Han Wenqing's determined expression and his own slightly absent-minded expression from the mirror. He turned around stiffly, and slowly hugged Han Wenqing.

"Do what you think is right... This is what you said to me, and I will give it back to you now."

TBC