Deeply rooted in your love [Fast Wear]

Chapter 153: Captain Brave Flight (10,11,12)

PL won all three games against Ry, accumulating three points.
After the game, the live broadcast highlights are still playback.
All the major teams have screen recordings, and they have been studying the PL style of play almost all night.
Gong Que is very strong, even if his comprehensive score is not as good as Huimo's mid-nuclear explosive position, but his other data is almost full, vision, participation, control, injury, as an auxiliary is absolutely top.
Assists can improve the error tolerance rate of a team, he may not be able to hit damage alone, but he can disrupt the rhythm of the opposite side, bring up his own rhythm, and with an ace output position is king bombing.
Even if the PL team still has shortcomings, once their own rhythm is disrupted, it is difficult to free their hands to interfere with the opponent's shortcomings.
Lehui is difficult to target, this person is too slippery, his skill operation is always arbitrary, it is common to cheat the opponent's move and then hit a full set of damage.
"It is possible to use a purifying hero like a big move to solve the control, but there will be a lack of control in the team."
"You can think of it, Lehui can also think of it, Qi Yi was caught off guard this time, there is poor information, next time PL will take the clear string, with the gou of Hui Mo, it will definitely send the seed jade to the position."
"Can't make him too proud."
"Agreed."
At the end of the first game, PL did not rest there, but watched the next two teams, AP and NS.
Although they are all first-class teams, there are strong and weak teams in the team, and the shortcomings of AP and NS are very obvious, one is a middle core, a walking core, but there is no way to reach the top.
The tournament is still quite intense, and it can provide some information and give some experience in shooting matches.
In the evening, the day's tournament ends and all three matches in the afternoon resume.
It is difficult to find your own mistakes and omissions in it, but looking at the battle from God's perspective, you can find many mistakes.
"Can you win these three games, can you see why?" Zhan Rui asked.
"Because Qi Yi was suppressed." Feng Hao said.
Qi Yi's control field is actually very annoying, but every time his control field is just released, it will be interrupted by Zong Que, so that Ry's team battle looks a little chaotic.
The control of interrupting the auxiliary core looks easy, but a slight mistake may be forcibly controlled by the other party and lead to collapse, and the field of vision, distance, position and skills need to be predicted in advance, and it is difficult to do without a sense of the overall situation.
"There's a reason for that." Zhan Rui looked at Le Hui and said, "There is another aspect.
"Qi Yi lacks a core output bit." Lehui said with a smile.
Single point support is easy to collapse, once targeted, it will be difficult to operate, resulting in the collapse of the whole game, Qi Yi is such a situation.
"The two teams AP and NS have no obstacles, and these two teams are not allowed to lose." "But according to the fourth game of the schedule, we will run into YF, and the middle and lower linkage of YF can perfectly compensate for the lack of control and output fatigue, and he will definitely target one of you, now is not the time to relax."
"Understood." All the team members said.
The two games in City X ended, and the other teams' events began in other main venues.
Competitions, replays, spectators, training, meetings, and games are all over life, and there is almost no leisure time.
"On the road to the grass..."
The darkness of the room at night also made the vague voice very clear.
Zong Que
opened his eyes, because his eyes had adapted to the darkness, but he was able to see the outline of the bed next to him with the help of the little light coming in from the window.
He rolled over slightly, obviously excited due to the long-term tension of nerves due to the event, and did not sleep very soundly.
The schedule is not tight, but other teams are playing one after another, and the adjustment of lineups and tactics needs to be paid attention to not only by the coach, but also by the captain to avoid game errors caused by poor information.
"Pull me pull me ... It's really good..." "Let you run..."

"... Well, save my dog's life..."
Zong Que: "..." The
whisper continued from time to time, and he was still gently turning his body, as if he could not find a sleeping position that made him feel comfortable.
Zong Que got up and approached gently, looking at the person who was difficult to turn over because of rolling the quilt under him, bent down and buckled his waist to lift the person up, and the quilt was pulled out, but when he put the person in his arms flat, Zong Que's hand holding the quilt was buckled.
He looked up, but met the other party's eyes that didn't know when to open.
Those eyes in the night looked clear and shining, not as if they were always lazy and teasing at any time.
"You're talking in your dreams, adjust your sleeping position." Zong Que said.
Those eyes blinked, as if confirming something, and the next moment they closed directly, and the sound of breathing instantly lengthened.
Zong Que was silent for a moment, straightened his body, pulled up the quilt and went back to his bed to sleep, this time directly until Tianming.
In the afternoon, the team members will meet in the training room early, because when they go out, it is inevitable that someone will enter the training room with a bun on their mouths.
"What about Zongque?" Feng Hao sucked on his soy milk and asked.
"Ran went." Zou Mian yawned and looked at the resumption of the event, "This point should be back soon."
"He really has energy, no wonder he can grow so tall." Feng Hao drank the soy milk, did not resist biting the straw twice, and threw it into the trash in the form of a parabola after biting.
"Young man, energetic." Pang Yuan said.
"Brother Pang, I'm only 19." Feng Hao said.
"Old." Pang Yuan said.
"Yao Song is only 18." Feng Hao said.
Yao Song, who was practicing the operation, was suddenly named, confused but affirmative: "Yes, I am 18!"
Feng Hao was silent for a moment, waved his hand, and said, "Okay, practice yours, I think a normal e-sports teenager should be like this." The
kind of tidying up, daily morning exercise, long handsome, good gameplay, a poke of the arm is hard, people who have no Internet addiction youth at all.
"Then why are you looking for that abnormality?" Lehui asked as he raised his eyes from the screen.
Feng Hao silently froze and said embarrassedly: "Right line, I think my ability to line up with the warrior is not strong enough."
"Huh..." Zou Mian laughed without hesitation.
"I'll accompany you to the line." Lehui put down the cup and said.
"Uh, thanks Captain." Feng Hao said.
"I'll come too, it's not interesting to be one-on-one, and Xue Wei will also come together." Zou Mian said.
Feng Hao was silent for a moment: "You think too highly of me."
"This is simulated confrontation road support, and every excellent upper order must have the ability to be beaten obscenely." Zou Mian patted him on the shoulder.
"Then I really thank you." Feng Hao's voice squeezed out from between his teeth.
"You're welcome, who are we with whom." Zou Mian said.
Feng
Hao: "..."
All learned badly with the captain.
There is really a one-to-many mode in the battle of honor, the game loads, the afterglow of the emblem glimpses the moving figure outside the window, and the game has begun.
People who don't live together don't know that the children really not only have muscles on their exposed arms, but also have a lot of strength on their waist and abdomen when changing their pajamas every night.
What did he want to do last night by lifting him up?
Three people suppressed, Feng Hao almost had no chance to fight back, he could only deal with details and details, so that he could easily find the opportunity to fight back, or was deceived by Le Hui's skills, and died cruelly under the tower.
Once or twice was deceived of skills, Feng Hao learned well, and the third time did not hand over skills, but Lehui was really on the gun.
"Captain, why didn't you cheat this time?" Feng Hao felt that his brain was about to explode.
"Hasn't the young man heard the story of the wolf coming? This is called reverse thinking. Le Hui manipulated the character and smiled, "Longer heart eyes."
Feng Hao didn't want to speak, and the number of deaths skyrocketed.
The door of the training room was opened, a shadow fell on the side of Lehui's table, his afterglow was slightly distracted, Feng Hao saw the timing, stepped forward again, but a set of skills were all hit on Lehui's golden body, and he died again.
"CaptainYou didn't even look at the screen! Feng Hao shouted.
Because of the superposition of the number of deaths, his death countdown this time was more than a minute.
"What you want to do, that's not obvious at a glance." Le Hui looked at the things on the table, and then looked at Zong Que next to him and said suspiciously, "Thermos cup?
"Hmm." Zong Que replied.
Lehui picked up the somewhat heavy thermos cup, and when he unscrewed it, the heat inside permeated out, but it was mixed with a little sweet and bitter taste, and there was something in the mess in the filter.
Zong Que turned on the computer, but the person next to him came over with a cup and asked, "What is this?"
"Refreshing." Zong Que looked at his inquiring expression.
"Oh." A smile appeared on Lehui's face, and then he asked in a low voice, "It won't be poisonous, right?" Will I have diarrhea after drinking?
"Someone has done this to you?" Zong Que asked.
Lehui was a little puzzled, and then said a little abruptly: "The child's brain tonic ability is quite strong, it's not the kind of thing you think, but once I drank overnight herbal tea and made my stomach trouble, your brewed thing is fine."
"No problem." Zong Que said.
"That's good." Le Hui unceremoniously poured half a cup, blew the hot air on it, and looked at his screen, the mage inside had returned to the resurrection point, and he smiled when he
looked at Feng Hao.
"Young man, have you tried four to one?" Lehui said with a smile.
Feng Hao: "..."
...
There is no suspense in the battle between PL and NS, just like the battle between RY and AP, except for the tug-of-war trial at the beginning, it is all crushed.
The output of Lehui has always been powerful, and with Zong Que's linkage, he can even use the enemy's wild area as a back garden in the early stage, so that the other party has no way to take him.
After winning all three games, Zong Que also snatched him a round of MVP, once again allowing the audience to see the strength of assistance.
There is not much pressure in the game, but there are more things after the game, and Lehui not only has to analyze his own match, but also his teammates and enemies.
Even after the training, the game was still projected on the screen of the hotel TV, and Lehui repeatedly pulled the progress to look at the details.
When Zong Que went out from the bathroom, the young man sitting on the bed couldn't help but pinch his eyebrows, but when his gaze fell on his body, he whistled: "The figure is really good."
"You said this before." Zong Que said.
"I feel this every time I see it." Lehui smiled and said, "Go to bed early." The
child is now immune to many of his words, which is not fun.
"You also go to bed early, and if your spirit is too tight, it will affect your state." Zong Que sat down on his bed and said.
"Alas, I'm old, I don't think I even had a problem staying up for three nights back then." Le Hui sat up from the bed, stretched his waist, moved his neck and said, "Not now, I'm sleepy when I don't sleep, by the way, the tea you gave me during the day was very effective, is there any?"
"Yes." Zong Que got up and put a few sub-bags in front of him and said, "One a day, you can drink it as tea, don't brew too strongly, hurt your stomach."
"I still know how to maintain health, thank you." Le Hui put away the divided bags, touched the eye drops at the end of the bed, and threw his head back slightly into his eyes.
It's just that the eyes are the most important organ of the body, fragile and sensitive, and his eyes can't control the blinking, not much dripping in, but a lot of it flows down his cheeks.
Lehui subconsciously caught the dropped liquid with his hand, but a tissue was handed over in front of him.
"Thank you." Le Hui half-blinked, took the tissue and wiped it, and opened his eyes easily, he looked at the young man in front of him, handed the eye drops over, and said, "Little friend, do me a favor."
Zong Que looked at him with a smile, took the eye drops, and looked at the name on it.
Le Hui raised his head and asked with a smile: "Do you see anything?" "
Eye drops cannot be dropped for a long time, and dependence will form." Zong Que bent over, met the pair of eyes that were particularly sluggish because they were stained with water, gently supported his cheeks, and with a slight force, dripped the water on his lower eyelids.
One of Lehui's eyes was filled with watery light, closed it slightly, looked at the person waiting seriously in front of him and smiled: "Sometimes I think you are very old, sometimes I feel very young, and it is quite amazing that your temperament can be cultivated."
Zong Que's fingers gently shifted to his other side and said, "You are also amazing.
Sometimes he really doesn't understand how the temperament of the person in front of him is cultivated, cute, scoundrel, can bear the responsibility, but seems to be casual and smooth, looking big grinning, but occasionally delicate, sometimes lazy to be abolished, but it seems that even when lazy, the body is full of endless vitality.
The potion dripped in, and the eyes of the young man in front of him blinked slightly, and a smile filled his increasingly sparkling eyes: "If you think the magic is to know more, you can often play together and know it slowly."
"Hmm." Zong Que twisted the lid and put it aside, "Do you need a massage?"
"Huh?" Le Hui blinked a few times, although there was still some water light, his vision seemed to be much brighter than before, "Massage? "
Eye acupressure will work better than potions." Zong Que said.
It is impossible to use eyes in the e-sports industry, to say that it hurts, it is inevitable to do any line, and he is really not very obedient, they are not a couple at present, many things can only be ordered to the end, he can only try to help him alleviate.
"Eye exercises?" Lehui asked with wide eyes.
"Well, almost." Zong Que said.
The same are massage acupuncture points, but some manpower and position are not in place.
Lehui gently pursed his lower lip, still did not suppress the smile on his lips, he patted Zong Que's shoulder, and his chest trembled with laughter: "This is when I think you were young, you really didn't graduate from middle school, did you seriously follow the music to do eye exercises at school?"
"Hmm." Zong Que looked at the person in front of him who was laughing forward and backward
, and did not understand where his laughter was.
"The kids are so cute." Le Hui finally stopped laughing, tilted his head and said, "Come on, you came to teach me eye exercises, I forgot."
Although I learned it and didn't know how many days I could last for a few days, it was better for children to learn it if they had the heart.
"Hand on here." Zong Que stretched out his hand and gestured to his acupuncture points.
Le Hui reached out and touched it, and Zong Que said, "Thumb."
"So?" Lehui has changed its ways.
In fact, he still remembers a little, but he wants to see the anxious appearance of the child, the inferior nature of human beings is really excessive.
Zong Que sat on the edge of the bed and stretched out his hand to demonstrate on his face: "The knuckles must just be stuck here."
"Oh, got it." Le Hui suddenly realized, but his fists were clenched very tightly.
"Relax your hands and don't push too hard." Zong Que said.
"Well, got it." Le Hui loosened his hand, "And what? "
This acupuncture point." Zong Que nodded at his face, "Press lightly with the tip of your index finger." Le
Hui pressed a little sour, and the strength on his hand unconsciously increased, only to listen to the young man in front of him once again instructed: "The strength is light."
"No matter how light it is, it's like touching your face." Lehui looked at the young man in front of him and raised his eyebrows slightly, "Why don't I try it on your face?"
Zong Que looked at his eager expression and replied softly, "Yes."
Le Hui immediately got up and approached, pressed her hand to his face, and pinched his cheek.
Xiao Mutou's face has always lacked expression, but this face is not stiff to the touch, such a handsome child, but any smile, can charm thousands of fans.
His hands were messing around on his face, and his purpose was impure at first glance, but there was a relaxed smile in those eyes. Zong Que looked at the person who was close at hand, his gaze tracing his eyebrows.
He has been in this world for four years, and his original family is happy, but he is a little rebellious, and likes dangerous and exciting things, so much so that he got lost in the expedition he organized, and Zong Que stationed in this body.
14 years old is still very young, and just happened to encounter the disappearance, many things can not be decided, the original world line has not yet entered, and there is nowhere to look for the person in front of him.
Although you have entered a new world, it is not yet time to meet, and you need to wait quietly before that,Complete your studies and give parents peace of mind.
Later, the world line appeared, and he also occasionally saw this person on some event promotions and posters in his spare time, and he became the top of e-sports as soon as he entered e-sports, and his fans quickly accumulated and the voice was quite high.
But he has peaks and troughs, and at his peak
, everyone praises him, and there is no lack of ridicule and abuse in the downturn, but he comes all the way with a smile.
He was independent, self-contained, and attractive, but could not be approached by the situation of Zongque at the time.
Seeing a person will miss him and want to get close to him, and in order to press this immature and impulsive thought, Zong Que has not paid attention to his affairs for a long time, only occasionally seeing and expecting to come to him.
This feeling is called liking.
Le Hui kneaded twice, did not see the young man resisted, raised his eyes to meet his dark and deep eyes, for a while his fingers were a little frozen, at this time he should have asked what he was looking at as if jokingly, the words came to his lips, but inexplicably couldn't ask.
Zong Que noticed the stagnation of his movements, lowered his gaze and reached out to hold his hand, "The acupuncture point is not here.
At that moment, the silence seemed to be broken, but the temperature of the palm was close, and Lehui's hand touched his cheek lightly, but he felt that the palm was slightly hot, and a subtle heat gushed out from the mouth of the heart, permeating the back, but it seemed to be blocked and could not spread out, which made people feel a little anxious.
The heat felt on his face, and Le Hui withdrew his hand and said, "Early, go to bed early." Lying
groove, he actually stuttered!
Zong Que looked at his slightly evasive gaze and a somewhat cramped and uneasy look and asked, "Can I fall asleep?" Le
Hui glanced at him, pulled the quilt under him and drilled in, lying back to side: "Of course, captain, my sleep quality is particularly good, hurry up and sleep, although there is no competition tomorrow, but I have to continue training."
He couldn't figure out what he was panicking for a while, but it seemed that because of lying down, the sound of his heartbeat was exceptionally loud, and the thumping made people's mood more and more irritable, and the sight behind his head was still like substance.
The lying man was short of breath and showed no signs of lengthening, Zong Que was happy about his change, but currently during the competition, he didn't want to affect his routine and state because of this kind of thing, so that his hard work for so long would be wasted.
Today it was him who was impulsive, but not regretful.
Zong Que pulled his quilt, Le Hui only felt that the child really didn't hit the house for three days, not only disobedient, but also dared to pull the captain's quilt, he pulled the quilt and didn't turn back: "What for?!" "
Lie down and give you a massage." Zong Que lifted his quilt.
Le Hui looked back at him, and the feeling of anxiety and heat when he met the young man's gaze climbed directly up his neck, but his voice was forcibly pressed the same as usual: "What do you press at night?" The old arms and legs are broken again.
"No, it's just loosening so you can sleep a little better." Zong Que said.
Lehui felt that the child's eyes were a little serious, although in the past this seriousness was aimed at life and games, but as long as he decided, he would definitely do it: "Must be pressed?"
"Hmm." Zong Que replied.
"Okay." Lehui compromised and honestly lay on the bed, anyway, lying on his stomach, no big deal, that is...
Le Hui turned around when the other party stretched out his hand and said, "You won't press hemiplegia for me, will you?"
Although he stayed up late, played games, did not pay much attention to eating rules, and could still do this façade basically supported by natural beauty, but he didn't want to lie in bed for the rest of his life.
"Nope." Zong Que replied after a moment of silence, reaching out and pressing his shoulder and neck.
That sourness made Lehui's body tremble, but then the accumulated exhaustion seemed to be relieved, sour and comfortable.
The strength of the massage was moderate, the muscles and bones of the shoulder and neck were loosened, Le Hui lay there and let go of the initial worry, rested his head on his arm, his mind slowly relaxed, and the feeling of drowsiness rose unconsciously.
This comfortable feeling is a bit like lying in the cradle of the cloud bed, gently patted by the gentle force, making people unconsciously sink into it.
The person lying on the bed who had occasionally hummed a few times slowly lost his voice, his back rose and fell with long breathing, and the side face on his arm stretched, and he slept deeply.
Zong Que stopped moving, reached out and gently brushed the ends of his hair that fell to the end of his eyes, turned the person lying on his stomach over, and pulled the quilt up.
And because of the pillow arm, the other half of the face inevitably has more red marks, which does not look embarrassed, but makes this person look alive.
Zong Que looked at it twice, got up and went back to his bed, turning out the lights and going to sleep.
......
The events in City X are separated by one day, interspersed with events of other teams, both to ease the team's status and to make fans watch the game less monolithic.
Without the game, the team's training session should have been the same as usual, and the
players got up and went into the training room with breakfast, or watched the review, or chatted and farted, and passed the state of wanting to sleep back in the cage in the morning.
It's just that today, Feng Hao bit his straw and found: "Captain, you are simply refreshed today!"
"Hmm." Le Hui, who was sitting in front of the computer, answered and continued his training.
He was indeed in good spirits, his head was clear, he was not sleepy at all, and he was almost eighteen years old again.
"Hmm." Feng Hao looked at him and asked, "Captain, are you in a bad mood?"
"Which of your eyes saw me in a bad mood?" Le Hui kept holding his hand and raised his eyebrows and asked.
"It's a bit of a bit of the state I was in before, if I asked you that question just now, you would usually answer me, and the captain is refreshed every day." Feng Hao said, and then made sure again, "Yes, that's it.
"So you're still far from guessing my mind, and the young man still needs to be honed, don't take it for granted." Le Hui said with a smile.
If he had said that before, he would have said that, but the reason for his refreshment was too obvious.
Last night's massage, at the beginning of the consciousness was still a little clear, I felt that I might lose sleep, but I didn't know how to fall asleep later, and I slept quite comfortably and steadily, even the sleepiness of the previous morning was gone.
Massage is actually normal, relaxing muscles or treatment, but his state last night was too abnormal.
It was very subtle, it was a feeling that had never been experienced before, it made people feel a little itchy, as if there was a little anxiety and melancholy.
Lehui gently rubbed his fingers, as if he suddenly woke up when his eyes touched, shook his head and opened the game.
The game requires concentration, and with support after support, harvest after harvest, the habit and consciousness that seem to be engraved in his bones slowly calms his mood.
Until the shadow next to it fell, the afterlight of the Lehui glanced at Zong Que's figure, his fingers subconsciously slid, and the character on the screen instantly flashed and hit the wall, operating the meal.
At that moment, Le Hui was extremely glad that he was not on the big size, otherwise it would have been passed out and people could whip the corpse from time to time.
Zong Que looked at the body of the person next to him who suddenly sat up straight, and was thinking about saying something, when he saw the other party suddenly turn his head and say, "You didn't see anything!"
"See what?" Zong Que asked.
"Just..." Le Hui looked at him, knowing that the child was picking up his words, and then turned his head and said, "It's nothing, let's start training."
"Huh? What do you see? Feng Hao's ears were particularly pointy and asked, and the others also pricked up their ears.
Lehui looked at him and asked, "Want to know?"
"Uh-huh!" Feng Hao nodded repeatedly.
Le Hui curled the corners of his eyes and smiled: "Secret." Feng
Hao: "..."
There was no deviation in the training, Lehui has always focused on the game, and his mind will rise and fall when he occasionally breaks and sees Zongque.
Lunch went on normally, and the young people who had been roaring all morning were relatively quiet to eat, and Le Hui took a few bites of food, and his eyes fell on the young people who were eating on the side.
The other party is not only playing games, but also eating with a straight back, fingers contracted with the action of eating, looks slender and powerful, nails are also very neatly trimmed, this is a pair of hands that will be particularly pleasing to the eye whether playing games or massage, and even pressing eye exercises.
Just his eyesThe light stayed for too long, Zong Que noticed but did not shift his gaze, but Feng Hao opened his mouth while grilling rice: "Captain, you fancy that shrimp in Zong Que's bowl?" Le
Hui looked back at him, Feng Hao was a little inexplicable, but turned the table and said, "There is still here."
"Well, you have a heart." Le Hui subconsciously answered, his eyes turned to Zong Que, his fingers shrank when he met his gaze, and when he got up, he saw the doubt in his gaze and said, "I'm full, you guys eat first."
He turned and left from his seat, and Zong Que's gaze fell from his bowl to his hurriedly leaving back, and he got up and said, "I've eaten too."
He also got up and left.
"What's wrong with this?" Feng Hao was a little inexplicable, "What happened, did I say something wrong just now?"
"Nope." Zou Mian guessed, "Could it be that they quarreled?"
"Eat well." Zhan Rui said without raising his head.
"There shouldn't be, otherwise Brother Rui wouldn't be able to sit here." Feng Hao whispered.
......
Lehui got off the elevator, looked for a quiet place, left the hotel when he saw the flower pond outside through the glass door, sat on a chair under the porch, and took a cigarette from his pocket and put it on his mouth.
The cigarette butt was lit from the wind, and Le Hui gently exhaled, feeling that something was wrong, it was really wrong.
Long legs folded, Le Hui gently clamped down the cigarette, watching the traffic outside the hotel, but what he thought about was the young man holding his hand last night.
The palm was flattened in front of him, this hand was actually quite long, but it was a little cocooned, and I didn't know what it felt like when the other party held it.
Lehui's movement paused, and his forehead touched his palm, which was very wrong, but this emotion was very wrong.
Last night's incident was actually not a big deal between brothers, men occasionally gay angry... Wrong!
In the gay of the bright and bright, gay qi is open-minded, blushing heartbeat, this kind of thing is pure gay.
"Bent?" Le Hui let out a light breath and came up with the answer.
Straight for more than twenty years, or rather always thought that he was straight for more than twenty years, suddenly found himself a crooked ... It doesn't seem to be a big deal either.
In the end, the previous abnormality has been explained, and his situation should be regarded as an old cow wanting to eat tender grass.
There was a sound of approaching footsteps next to his ears, Lehui lightly dusted his cigarette butt and looked at the owner of the voice, the young man walked in a hurry, his dark and broad eyebrows were exceptionally handsome and compelling in the sun, obviously he came specifically to find him.
No wonder the old cow wants to eat tender grass, the main thing is that the tender grass is fragrant, and he will take the initiative to come to him.
The corners of Lehui's lips hooked, and he looked at the person in front of him and smiled: "Come to me?"
"See you out of the hotel." Zong Que looked at his eyebrows with a smile, and he was a little leisurely.
He was just a few steps slower and missed the elevator.
"It's just that I'm tired of sitting in the morning and I'm addicted to smoking, so I came out to breathe." Le Hui got up and walked in front of him, looking up and down and feeling very satisfied, "Did you eat that prawn?"
"Nope." Zong Que said.
Lehui felt that he was in a better mood, and the children came to him without even eating shrimp, so in contrast, the group of people who were sitting there to eat were not worried about what happened to their captain, a big unconscionable with a group of small unconscionable ones.
"Let's go, take you out to dinner." Le Hui changed his hand to hold a cigarette and grabbed his shoulder.
"Got something worried?" Zong Que looked at the cigarette butt in his hand and asked.
"Nope." Le Hui extinguished the cigarette butt on the trash can, "Tell you, smoking addiction."
"Smoke less." Zong Que said.
"Good." Le Hui smiled and said, "Take you to make up your prawns."
"There is still a competition tomorrow, don't eat
indiscriminately today." Zong Que said.
"Got it..." Le Hui stretched his tone and smiled, "I have to let you get along with Zhan Rui less in the future." Zong
Que: "..." Le
Hui looked at him and hissed: "Forget it, it's better to say more, it's rare for you to say so much." There
are many restaurants near the hotel, and Lehui really just took Zong Que to find a clean shop for lunch, but when the two of them went back together, everyone's eyes looked over inquiringly.
"Look at what?" Lehui asked as he sat down in his place.
"Captain, are you all right?" Feng Hao asked.
"What can I do?" Lehui turned on the computer and said with a smile.
"No, you went out without finishing lunch." Feng Hao said.
"Oh, you said that, I don't think today's meal is very appetizing, so I went out with Zong Que to have a meal." Lehui said.
"Captain, are you going out to eat?!" Zou Mian probed, "Brother Rui didn't mean not to eat indiscriminately.
"Only this once, not the next example." Zhan Rui glanced at Lehui, pushed down his glasses and said.
"I knew I had followed before." Feng Hao lamented, it's not how delicious the food outside is, he just thinks it's a little beautiful to go out for a walk.
"Train." Pang Yuan said, "When the game is over, you can order whatever you want."
"In a word!" Feng Hao immediately took over the conversation.
"Come double row." Le Hui Chao Zong Que gestured.
His state seemed to have completely recovered, and his demeanor did not seem to be different from before, Zong Que took a deep look at him and said, "Good."
Now is really not the right time, emotional matters cannot be rushed, he has waited so long, not in a hurry at this time.
The match between PL and AP was also without suspense, crushing 3:0, and at the end of the first round of three games, PL firmly sat in the first position in the standings.
After the three teams played, PL also embarked on the road back, and the other teams began to fight, and there would be a few days between the next matches.
The spirit was tense for several days, on the way to the airport, many people almost fell asleep as soon as they got into the car, the body vibrated slightly, and they couldn't do anything in the car, Zong Que closed his eyes and raised his mind, but he noticed the movement next to him, and when he opened his eyes, the person next to him was holding a tablet and wearing headphones to open the review.
As if sensing his line of sight, Lehui looked over and handed over a headset: "Let's watch it together?"
1314 Flag Raising Cry: [Accept, accept, accept!]
Zong Que passed through the hand holding the headset and looked at the beating
screen and said, "Looking at the electronic screen in the car hurts my eyes." The
flag of 1314 fell, the future was difficult, and the thick red line could not make the host hold the beauty back.
"It hurts the eyes too? I've done it many times before, but it doesn't seem to be very comfortable. Le Hui rubbed his eyes, put the tablet away, felt out his mobile phone and plugged in the headphones and smiled, "Does listening to books in the car hurt your ears?"
"It doesn't hurt." Zong Que said.
"Oh, divide you one." Lehui handed the headphones over and said, "This story is not bad."
Zong Que took it and sent it to the pinna, and the sound in it was not a mechanical text version of the reading, but more like telling a story with a story, with an emotional tone, telling the story of a mountain and flowing water meeting a soulmate.
The body swayed slightly, and the sound of breathing in the car was the sound of a somewhat depressed storytelling.
Zong Que listened carefully, Le Hui seemed to be listening, but his eyes fell on his body, the earphone cable was involved, as if there was a connection between them, and Le Hui could finally understand why couples liked to stay together and wear a pair of headphones.
Love is really magical, it seems to make very boring things interesting.
It's a pity that the tender grass he fancy doesn't seem to have opened yet, but it hasn't opened up, but it is unconsciously prodding.
"Little wood." Le Hui muttered a soft laugh, and met Zong Que's gaze, not embarrassed at all to be heard, "What's wrong?"
"Nothing." Zong Que said.
He created a new nickname.
"Hear?" Le Hui saw that he was so calm, but he was a little uncertain.
"Hmm." Zong Que replied.
He didn't mind at all, Le Hui rubbed his chin slightly, tilted his head and chuckled, "Little sweetheart."
Zong Que looked at him and asked, "What else?"
"Hmm... Xiaoice pimples. Le Hui said with a smile.
"Ice pimples?" Zong Que asked.
"Well, it melts in the palm of your hand." Lehui said.
Looking at Gao Leng, it is actually very good to speak, both serious and gentle, which can make people feel at ease to hand over the back.
Zong Que listened to his words and wondered if this was a cold joke.
"Angry?" Le Hui tilted his head to see his expression.
"No, just be happy." Zong Que said.
"It's so easy to talk, but it's easy to be bullied." Le Hui said, "Fortunately, you didn't go to WG at that time, otherwise your temperament could be bullied to death by Ren Yu's smiling fox, and the smell of their family is also a Xiaoice stick, if you two get together, it will really become an iceberg den."
"Won't go." Zong Que said.
"Nothing won't, fortunately I was quick at the time." Le Hui has already begun to rejoice that his eyes are quick and his heart at that time is unwilling, or he can't pick up such a baby bump.
"No, I'm a fan of yours." Zong Que said.
Lehui's heart jumped, and the feeling of burning in his heart and a slight itch in his palm permeated again, he took a deep breath, reached out and snorted Zong Que's hair: "Well, got it." Maybe
he already liked him before they first met.
Fashionable, played an online romance, and has not yet seen the light and died.