18-year-old mid laner wants to play professionally

Due to the lack of complete tools for committing crimes, the two did not even have theoretical knowledge, and in the end they could only help each other.Although they have helped each other many times before, the feeling is obviously different this time. The psychological satisfaction is more than the physical pleasure.

After a lot of tossing, both of them were extremely satisfied. After cleaning, the Master put his arms around Zhong Chenming. He had too much to say, but felt unable to say anything, so he just said, "I like you for a long time."

Zhong Chenming kissed him: "I know."

Only then did the Master come to his senses, and was taken aback for a moment: "You know?"

Zhong Chenming: "You rub against me every day when you sleep, I still can't see it?"

Master was even more confused: "Is there such a thing?"

"Yes." Zhong Chenming looked at him.

Thinking of what he had done subconsciously, the Master wanted to hide himself. He didn't dare to look at Zhong Chenming for a while, and picked up the phone instead. The game had already been broadcast, and now it was a black and white screen. While talking on the phone: "Did I do anything more extreme?"

Zhong Chenming said, "Is it too much? Isn't it a normal demand?"

Master: "???"

The Master finally realized what was going on, and asked, "Do you think it's normal for us to do this?"

Zhong Chenming replied: "Yes."

Master: "I think I still need some normal needs."

Zhong Chenming: "...I'm just kidding, really, brother, I like to be alone with you, don't—"

Master: "Feng Ye."

Zhong Chenming was pinched by him, and laughed: "Idiot."

Master: "Feng Ye."

Zhong Chenming snorted, turned his head and kissed Master. After the lips and teeth intertwined, Zhong Chenming gasped: "Stop making trouble, we have to train tomorrow."

Master hugged him and did not let go: "I like you."

Zhong Chenming felt that if he didn't show something today, the Master would not give up. He sighed and said softly, "I don't really know, but if it was someone else, I wouldn't be like him."

He is always extremely tolerant towards the Master, this person is good no matter what, no matter whether he wants to sleep with him or hug him, Zhong Chenming has not stopped him, and now the Master wants to have sex with him, he will not refuse, which is also It's just the privilege of the Master alone, and he even enjoys the Master's little entry into his world.

Maybe it's because this person is a Master, so this feeling isn't bad.

He felt that he should like the Master, so let him talk about it, and he didn't know how to tell the Master, so let's just do it, anyway, what should be done is almost done.

Of course the Master will not be satisfied with such an answer, but today is almost the same, the Master taps a few times on the phone, enters the password to pay, and there will still be opportunities in the future for Zhong Chenming to say what he wants to hear.

This morning, the Master woke up first. Now that the relationship between the two has made substantial progress, the Master has become more courageous. Even if Zhong Chenming didn't wake up, he still dared to hold Zhong Chenming and kiss him.

Zhong Chenming was woken up by him, turned over and fell asleep, Master licked his ear: "Get up."

Zhong Chenming opened his eyes to look at him, and the Master licked his lips again: "Good morning."

"Are you a dog?" Zhong Chenming found that his ears and neck were chilly, and he was licked by this man.

The Master turned over very irregularly and held down Zhong Chenming, rubbing against Zhong Chenming.

Zhong Chenming: "...get off."

Master: "Help me."

"Fitness, live broadcast, training." After finishing speaking, Zhong Chenming kicked him off and went to wash his face first.

Master reluctantly got up and followed Zhong Chenming to the gym.

Now for the health of professional players, the base is basically equipped with a gym and a masseuse. Zhong Chenming even sighed in his heart. If he had these equipment when he was playing professional before, the hand injury might not be so serious. Maybe there would be no hand injuries at all.

Because of the lessons learned from the past, Zhong Chenming is always very active in fitness and massage. Before the Master, Tristan sent them to the gym to practice.

After what happened last night, Zhong Chenming thought about it, if he didn't take Master to the gym every day, wouldn't he be so passive in bed?

But he thought about it again, he never gave what the Master wanted, and felt that it seemed to be the same, so he didn't think about it again.

After working out, I started a live broadcast and played on the top of the canyon for a while, and in the afternoon there was a training match.

Before the training match, Tristan took them to a small meeting and analyzed the UNG game for them.

UNG's top laner likes to play oppressively and has the ability to play out, which is a very strong point, while the jungler is still partial to development and helping teammates.

After such an analysis, Tristan pointed out: "UNG's rhythm is mainly in the upper field."

Although UNG's jungler is more developed, no matter what type of jungler it is, the rhythm of the early game is in his hands. If the jungler collapses in the early stage, the whole game can be said to have no rhythm.

Air said: "So we mainly target their Ueno?"

Tristan: "Thump the whole way, or make UR unable to get up, or interrupt the jungle rhythm, and then suppress."

During the game, under normal circumstances, if there is a problem with the jungler, the people on the line will not dare to be aggressive. After all, in a fight, it is very likely that the opponent has jungler support, but you do not have it, and there will be vision suppression. Many times a Eyes are the turning point of a game.

Master raised his hand at this time and spoke: "UNG is playing wild vegetables."

Now everyone was looking at him, and there was one thing in their hearts: "Are you ashamed to say that? You don't know how many pots we played against UNG?"

The Jungle Master, who played UNG sleepwalking, didn't care about everyone's expressions at all: "I studied his jungle routes, and they are not much different."

Master walked over, called up the game map on the display screen used for the meeting, and drew the approximate route of UNG's jungler. This is the result of his research yesterday.

"It's almost like this, maybe it's just like this." Master said.