[Jie Mai] When the Emperor Tu meets the Emperor

44.

In the small coffee shop, the coffee was still steaming, but Qiu Ke was in an unspeakable shock.

He knocked on the table and asked confusedly.

"Well, can you repeat what you just said?"

"I have my eye on him."

"Woc." The straight man, Juke, was frightened.

"I always thought you were a straight man. Although sometimes you are very generous, I always thought you were joking... I didn't expect that now you are out of the closet!"

"Is there any need to be so excited?"

"...Please keep me away from you, gay." Joke moved back, playing with the porcelain spoon somewhat tangled up, and there was a crisp sound when the spoon hit the wall of the cup.

"I think why I have such a hard life. There are a few good friends around me. An old single father thought about looking for his daughter, and then abandoned us wandering friends; and the guy with the deer head was looking for us behind his back a few days ago. I got a boyfriend and stepped into the door of gay men early; there is also an unspeakable shivering spider, that crazy woman in Valletta, who really refreshed the limit of my imagination of women; even my lovely student Sister, when she was doing volunteer work, she also told me that she found a girlfriend..."

"Brother, I thought the two of us were the bottom line of the last normal people, but now you tell me that you are out of the closet—"

"Oh, God!"

Jook feels the world is very unkind to him, an innocent straight man caught in a pervert.

"I thought you had already found out."

Jack silently listened to Joke's complaints, and spoke.

At this time, the waiter came forward, bowed slightly, and brought Jack a new cup of coffee.

When drinking coffee, Jack didn't add sugar, he just turned the rim of the cup and stared at his cufflinks for a while.

"As a straight man, I only think that your previous behavior was a kind of touching, intense duel and contest between men." Qiu Ke rolled his eyes.

Hearing this, Jack took a sip of coffee gracefully.

"Ah, it's indeed a romance between men." He smiled in a low voice, looking down at the simple pattern on the cup.

"In the very beginning, it was really just an opponent."

"As a result, you want to be his boyfriend now." As he spoke, he scratched his hair and struggled for a while.

"God, why should I, a straight man, listen to you, a gay guy, telling about your love history here."

"It's just a sudden feeling." Jack murmured.

He recalled the fateful match at the very beginning, the mercenaries in red robes were shuttled in the grass, the bright red color was particularly dazzling on the gray map.

He ran before his eyes, and blinked away—

He can't catch him.

The red figure was like a dream, and when the lights dimmed, it shattered like a bubble, but occasionally deep in his memory, he saw the red mercenary standing in front of his eyes, raising his head slightly, smiling provocatively.

"Catch me, Jack."

He is bright and proud, making his heart flutter slightly. This is a confrontation between a predator and a prey. The prey's provocation makes the predator's eyes sparkle with excitement and show off its sharp fangs.

Jack didn't tell Juke that after the first league ended, he had privately searched for traces left by mercenaries in the game. Although there were few traces, it was better than nothing.

He cut out a small video from Marta's live broadcast screen recording - it was the only screen recording he could confirm that the manipulator was the mysterious mercenary, after all, he still knew too little about the boy, so he was sure The reason for his identity is that when fans gossiped about asking if the operator was the number one player in the league, "Y Mercenary" simply typed "yes".

But Jack was still a little excited. Although the boy didn't speak or make any outstanding moves in the less than 10-minute game, he still watched the video several times.

The only regret is that Marta came back early after picking up the express delivery to take the place of the boy, which made Jack a little upset.

The grudge against Marta may have started at this time. In order to find traces of the boy, he watched all of Marta's screen recordings.As for Marta's attitude of lightly saying "he doesn't play" when facing fans asking about that person, and her natural behavior of replacing this account, Jack felt a little unhappy.

So with the mentality of "you are not qualified to replace him", Jack severely tripped Marta in the offline anchor activities after that.

He learned from Valletta that Tracy was Marta's girlfriend. Although he was a little surprised that Marta was a lily, Jack still hugged Tracy and circled in front of Marta as planned.

Looking at the resentful eyes of Marta looking at him at the end of the final game, Jack only felt refreshed all over, and the depression in his heart disappeared, but it was also this incident that made the two of them form a bridge .

The tit-for-tat confrontation in the future will be like flying dogs and dogs, so it started.

It is also like this that the rumors of the feud between God Y and God K became known to everyone, and even became a topic of popular science for old gamers and newbies.

Since then, time has passed quickly, and Jack thought that he would forget those things and the boy in the red hood under the baptism of time.

But in the following days of the game, the feeling of Dugu seeking defeat enveloped him. He is really strong. Occasional defeats are basically due to bugs and some accidental mistakes. In the game, he was promoted to the altar , but no longer has the feeling of being a match for "Y mercenary" at the beginning.

Therefore, Jack, who was hard to find, once again remembered the figure that was still clear in his memory, and his friend Qiu Ke was also surprised by his sudden obsession.

Perhaps emotions deteriorate in this kind of obsession, and in the brewing of time, with the mellow aroma of fine wine.

When we meet again, this kind of thought is like a volcano erupting.

He remembered the boy's gray-blue eyes, the color of the setting sun, with an aura that made him greedy.

When he coldly dropped the provocative words in a hoarse and cold voice, the lazily drawn corners of his lips and the faint ending made him—

heartbroken.