mid laner

Who got separated from whom.

Who changed positions, who transferred, who suddenly changed positions, who suddenly disappeared...

Who else is injured.

Who else falls off the bench.

Who else went to lspl, oh, now it's ldl.

Who else, retired, left.

Maybe never again.The jungler felt empty in his heart.

303.

Jungle was a little stunned.

Rank was in a daze for a round, not knowing what he was thinking.

It just so happened that the takeaway for supper arrived, so he exited the ranking interface and went to get it at the door.

I forgot that I was still wearing that ugly retainer.

Also completely ignores the straps that draw a bit tight in the mid laner.

The top laner looked at the jungler who returned to the training room with a blank expression in his arms, and then looked at the unresponsive mid laner.

I thought to myself, don't blow up these two ancestors.

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304.

The jungler took a midnight snack for two and sat back in his seat before realizing it.

I originally planned to ask Zhong Dan to eat together, but now this situation...

The jungler drags a small moving table across and places things on it.

He also ordered what the mid laner liked.

Fortunately, he thought about solving it in the training room and didn't buy anything with a big taste.

You don't have to go to the restaurant by yourself.

In order not to look bleak, the jungler turned on the player, put on the earphones to listen to the music, and then lifted the cover of one of them.

The hot air curled up in front of his eyes.

305.

The jungler didn't pay attention to what he was listening to, and he was always thinking about what to talk to the mid laner and how to say it.

Later, the idea ran to a small routine of swimming with the assistant.

He suddenly heard the lyrics.

It stopped immediately.

306.

"My friend you tried to rescue me

Friend, you tried to criticize me

I can no longer join hands with you"

The jungler froze while holding the bowl.

"But fate enters every encounter

walked to a certain intersection together

Enemies and friends have no freedom

The position has changed and each has teammates.”

307.

If, just if.

The mid laner really doesn't treat himself like this anymore.

……

what can we do about it.

308.

The jungler saw a hand come into his line of sight, messing with the idea that there was no turning back.

The middle order took away another bowl of unopened wontons.

Very skilled, without feeling unfamiliar.

"I don't want it," the jungler said in a low voice, "I don't want to do this."

The mid laner didn't expect the jungler to talk to him, so he subconsciously asked, "What did you say?"

The jungler looked up at him for a moment, then lowered his gaze again.

The eyes are very red.

"zz," he said, "I don't want to part with you."

Before the mid laner could speak, he saw something smash into the steaming soup.

309.

Gee.

This hasn't been discussed yet, a certain jungler actually made himself cry.

The mid laner feels that the whole person is not good.

Wasn't it just a fight, not even a fight.

As for? ? ?

The mid laner suddenly choked on himself, he was so annoyed, and he slapped the jungler like this... so what?

But the mid laner found his logic almost immediately.

That's the lumbar spine, so it's fine for the jungler to hide it from him, but the jungler himself doesn't pay much attention to it.

Although... although, he is so pitiful...

But it's so annoying.

The mid laner didn't realize at all that this initial "what?" was asking himself where he stood.

... Anyway, he now feels that the logic is very smooth.

310.

"What are you thinking?" The middle laner opened the lid, took two mouthfuls of soup with the bowl in his hand.

The jungler was also frightened by himself.

He rubbed his eyes like a rabbit.

"I, I'm afraid you'll ignore me." The jungler didn't know how to describe his complicated and frantic thought process.

There are only wontons in the single eye.

"Didn't I care about you?"

Ai Ai during the jungle period, "Are you still angry?"

The mid laner snorted coldly, "I regret having you."

311.

In fact, the mid laner can smoke, and the jungler can too.

But both of them thought it was boring.

The mid laner doesn't like the feeling of addiction, he doesn't like being controlled.

Jungle is simply not interested.

It's been a long time since I smoked a cigarette. The mid laner smoked one before going back to training, and it was fine.

Playing wild is not very good, and I choked a bit.

02:30am.

Two people are smoking in the damp garden.

Like mentally handicapped.

312.

The mid laner originally thought that this situation might make the jungler more relaxed.

Now I feel... so fucking cold.

The jungler threw his half-smoked cigarette on the stone road, buried his head in the middle laner's arms.

Then I was pinched by the damn retainer and stiffened.

The mid laner unlocked the lock for him, and put his arm on the jungler's back.

The smoke between the fingers still has orange light spots.

"I'm sorry." The jungler frowned in the mid laner's arms.

The middle laner is not dressed thickly, and the body temperature leaks out bit by bit from the team uniform jacket.

The mid laner raised his hand and took another puff of cigarette, watching the smoke dissipate little by little.

"Don't you think you've been talking a little too much lately?"

The jungler pinched the mid laner's side, and the mid laner hit him on the head with his knuckles.

313.

"...I don't know, but I still find you annoying."

The mid laner sighed, "You said that you are such an adult, you have to know what is important. The problem of the lumbar spine is not a small thing to bear and pass."

The jungler nodded and wanted to speak, but he still didn't speak.

The mid laner rumpled the back of the jungler's head.

"I know what you mean. But compared to the little pressure your body puts on me, that little pressure is nothing at all."

The jungler tightened his grip on the mid laner's uniform.

"You said you kept it from me. In case something happened to the lumbar spine, I would regret it for the rest of my life."

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314.

Hey, it's really... really...

The jungler seems to be playing Korean server and suddenly the accelerator is hung up, and he can only watch the hero twitching on the screen.

"How can I be so important, I think..."

The mid laner wants to hit someone.

But what's on him right now is a high-risk species.

Hands, shoulders, cervical spine, back, lumbar spine...

There is no good place for tm.

The middle laner had no choice but to throw the cigarette on the ground angrily.

The cigarette butt flicked on the ground, and two sparks popped out.

315.

The mid laner felt uncomfortable.

He is a straight man, what else can I say.

You are very important to me, I don't allow you to hurt your body? ? ?

It's like a chill... please forgive him.

It was a very special night.

It's so fucking cold.

316.

"Anyway, it's very important."

317.

Before the jungler could say anything, the mid laner threw him off and left.

"Sleep and sleep, tomorrow will be targeted training."

The jungler looked dumbfounded, wondering why the mid laner suddenly turned the page.

But don't force gank to wear the guilt.

The jungler also followed back to the room.

318.

After taking a shower, the jungler felt like he was falling apart.

He fell onto the middle single with a bang, knelt on the ground and rubbed the middle single's stomach.

The mid laner felt that he had been smashed and suffered internal injuries.

Before he could recover, he saw the jungler get up again.

Eyes flicked around, "Well... you're not angry, are you?"

"I can't bear your big gift, so get up quickly."

Da Ye forcefully acted coquettishly, "You, if you don't want to be angry, I'll get up again."

Mid laner: ...Fuck, what kind of visual impact is this.

"Oh, then you can kneel down."

319.

Of course, the jungler will not kneel down.

He also majestically squeezed into the mid laner's bed.

"...you get out of here, drill the wind."

The jungler leaned towards the mid laner.

The mid laner rolled his eyes and let him go.

The jungler arched his body and got ready to sleep.

Then he was beaten soberly by the mid laner.

"Lie down."

The jungler rubs his ass, Assi, what kind of skill is the mid laner.

320.

But there is no way to protest tyranny.

The jungler lay flat.

Then the mid laner removed his pillow and lay down flat.

The mid laner also clicked his tongue, "Zuanfeng."

The jungler felt that life was really difficult, and he was shivering in spite of himself.

"...It's better to beat me up." The jungler whispered bb.

"What did you say?"

"Good night, sweet dreams."

321.

Not everyone who feels unlucky to the jungler is unlucky in his own way.

Instead, there are all kinds of misfortunes.

For example, when he was kicked awake by the mid laner, he was having a dream, feeling soft...

The jungler is still confused, "Huh? Hardened?"

"xx! You tm let me go!"

Jungle opened his eyes and saw Zhongdan's complex expression of anger and horror.

He subconsciously glanced at his hands.

...the mid laner...so what.

322.

Why hasn't the universe exploded yet.

The jungler took a deep breath and withdrew his hand.

He felt like his brains were boiling, and if a hole had been drilled into the top of his skull, he would be screaming hysterically by now.

The mid laner angrily crushed his little brother.

...not soft.

The mid laner can be regarded as a person with less desire than people of the same age.

Self-control is also good.

Like smoking, he doesn't like to indulge his desires and feels controlled.

But smoking is a controllable behavior.

Right now... the situation is already galloping in an uncontrollable direction like a prolapsed wild horse.

None of them have experienced the very close and lack of privacy of the collective life of the university.

Although they get along day and night, the life of a professional player is really tight.The mid laner and the jungler sleep together, and they will avoid doing this kind of thing.

Don't talk about gourd babies, let's watch a movie together or something.

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