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"The most important thing now are two things, what do you think?" said the mid laner.

The jungler nodded, "Keep in shape and actively treat?"

"That's three," said the mid laner, "Don't think about it."

526.

I didn't expect a word to make people cry.

"...I, I don't want to, but I'm really uncomfortable. I've persuaded myself many times. I know the fact is that there is no way to change it. I just..."

The jungler felt that he was really hypocritical, but when it came to his emotions, he couldn't control it.

He didn't want the mid laner to see himself like this, so he buried himself in the pillow.

The mid laner felt that the situation had become serious. He thought that the jungler was much better, but he didn't expect it to be a sudden outbreak.

"It's okay, really, you can say anything you think of, you can say anything, and you can also talk about emotions that you think you shouldn't have. I'm listening, xx."

The jungler paused for a while, choked up crying a few times.

The mid laner touched his shoulders, neck and back soothingly, "It's okay to cry."

527.

It took a while for the jungler to slow down.

The mid laner withdrew the towel, sprayed the spray again, applied the medicine, and didn't say anything to the jungler.

He found a nightgown, asked the jungler to change, and the jungler went to wash up.

Then the mid laner sat on the bed and thought about life.

For a moment just now, he wanted to hold back the jungler, and then, he didn't know what he would do next.

What kind of impulse is he harboring?

Does he want to kiss xx, or just hug him and give him a little support.

The mid laner found that he could no longer bear the sadness of the jungler.

The jungler seems to have really endured for a long time, hovering between honesty and patience.

What is he afraid of.

The jungler seldom cries like this, it's not just an emotion, it's something on his mind.

The mid laner rarely wants to know anything, even if it is about jungle, he will not ask too much about the past, and he will not be very curious.

For the first time, he clearly felt that something was different.

528-538 I am the king of Hanbok

528.

After tidying up, the two of them sat on the bed.

The bed was very soft, and the sharp pain and heat of the procedure had faded away.

The jungler wasn't bothered by the pain now, he hugged a big pillow and buried half of his face in it.

His emotions were in a mess, and those things that were far and near were crowded together, and he didn't know what to say, let alone how to say it.

The mid laner seemed to be thinking about something too, with a blank expression on his face, looking at a night light in the corner of the room.

After washing his face, Jungle's eye sockets were still red.

He almost never cried like this.

"...I think playing professionally is the only thing I can do well, I... don't know what to say, I can't do anything well, I thought I could be a good professional player..."

"But in fact, I'm still such a waste. I can't even manage myself well. I can't carry the team. I can't show a good attitude towards newcomers. Now, at such a critical time, I can't even play the game."

The mid laner felt that this was the first time he clearly knew that the jungler saw himself in this way.

A single punctuation mark is not recognized.

529.

The mid laner felt that he shouldn't react too aggressively, so he took the jungler's hand and removed the bandage.

Circles of bandages gradually peeled off the skin, and the mid laner smelled a bit of the bitter taste of the medicine that had almost dissipated.

The jungler stared at the muscle effect stickers with white patterns on the black background on the back of his hands and wrists, and suddenly smiled.

"Actually, I know it's wrong to think this way, I just... I'm used to it."

Starting from the fingertips, the mid laner carefully helped the joints and muscles that had been tense before the jungle activities.

"Probably because I have low self-esteem, because I have never accomplished anything, and I can't even count it as doing well. My brother, he is very good, he can do everything well, and he works very hard. The family treats him as an heir. "

The mid laner understands the jungler brother quite well, and sometimes chats a few words.But he never thought that the jungler would compare like this.

"I have no interest in these things, and I have no ideas. I didn't think clearly about what I was going to do until I became a professional. When my family was never particularly close, everyone was very indifferent. They seemed to think that enough was enough, but my brother was very nervous. You know how to spoil me. He will give me whatever I do and what I want. When he didn't go abroad before, he would come to the bedroom secretly to see if I slept well at two or three o'clock when he was busy. "

The jungler seemed to think of something, and curled his mouth, "He actually still has apps like Zhangmeng, Tieba, Reddit and LN on his phone."

"But the more this happens, the more sad you feel, isn't it?" the mid laner asked.

The jungler paused and nodded.

530.

"I think if I don't want to do it, I don't want to do it. I really can't do it."

"They all think that my brother wants to raise me, so they won't fight for his power. I know he's not..."

"But they all think so, and no one has expressed anything."

"Probably only because I can't do anything."

531.

"I thought I had accepted this a long time ago, but after my hand was injured, I realized that I have been unable to get through..."

The mid laner suddenly hugged the jungler, "It's okay, if you can't make it through, you don't have to. In my eyes, and in the eyes of many people, you are never what you say you are."

Jungle shook his head, "You're different from me...I'm not good at studying anything, but I also know that the University of Science and Technology of China is already a very good school, and I don't even dare to think about where you chose to go in the end."

"I don't think you...forget it, it's nothing."

532.

I think it's normal that you don't like me, but I'm still very sad.

533.

The mid laner seemed to brainstorm a wave in a few seconds.

When all the known information he could think of was in front of him, he realized what it was like to be enlightened.

The jungler said that he can make decisions for the jungler except...

The jungler thinks he is so "powerful", and the jungler thinks he is a waste, so...

The jungler feels that he can dislike the jungler for good reasons, but the jungler is making a decision for him, not his decision to end the jungler's feelings.

What would the jungler say when he saw something?

…Fuck it, the mid laner thought, this wave needs GG.

534.

"Have you read the chat records between me and the river god?" the mid laner asked.

The jungler didn't turn the corner for a while, "Huh?"

"What did the river god tell you?"

"...He let me read the chat records."

"Okay, I see."

"You said you were not my good choice." Jungle said.

The mid laner surrendered, "I see."

"You said you didn't think clearly, and you think I didn't think clearly either." The jungler said.

"Yes, yes, please stop talking."

"...you can't make the decision for me on this matter," the jungler said.

"I want to die," said the mid laner.

535.

Now that this matter has been mentioned, the mid laner simply followedhisheart. ,

"I don't think so anymore, but I don't think you've thought it through."

The jungler lowered his head and whispered, "I've figured it out, you don't need...to like me."

The mid laner really wants to use the game replay function, "Then let's talk about what you think."

"You think you can't study well, you can't do anything, and you get hurt playing professional players, so I have no reason to like you. Is this your logic?"

The jungler doesn't speak.

"But from this logic to all the supports in it, I don't agree with it at all."

"I think you work hard, you are competitive, you never let up, and you have adapted to the things that are difficult to adapt. From the beginning to the end, I feel that I am not taking care of you unilaterally. You have always supported me, tolerant Me, sometimes you can say that you tolerate me."

"There are a lot of things I can't say now, but I think we are all wrong. You saw the record, I didn't realize it at the time, and I know now that I was wrong. I won't use my logic to go Judgment interferes with your emotional decisions."

536.

The jungler was a little confused by the output of the mid laner.

what is this? ? ?Confession, apology, or whatever.

Is there anyone who is so confident and admonishing that he "thought wrong"? ? ?

Before the jungler could say anything, the mid laner started again.

"Are you still a primary school student? Who do I like and who do I want to fall in love with? It all depends on whether my grades are good or not? Then if I play professionally now, I probably have to choose a Hanbok king?"

The jungler's first reaction was that there was simply no pursuit, and he had to pick a championship team anyway.

Then I feel like I'm really toxic.

"You can't make decisions for me like this."

Jungle: ...

The jungler thought for a while, "...I'm too ugly now, don't talk about it."

537.

The atmosphere between the two was weird and ambiguous.

Anyway, I decided to go to bed tacitly.

Then neither of them fell asleep, and they didn't know what to say, so they had to lie still.

After about an hour, the jungler nestled into the arms of the mid laner.

His forehead was pressed against the mid laner's ribs, "...I am the king of Hanbok."

Ultra quiet.

The jungler thought that the mid laner would not react.

But the mid laner smiled slightly, and reached out to brush the hair on the jungler's forehead.

The jungler felt that the mid laner was propped up, and then there was a warm and soft touch on his forehead.

538.

is a kiss.

539-546 Kissed and said a few words

539.

The Chinese New Year is coming soon, and it is rare for the city of Beijing to see something refreshing.

The mid laner threw the car keys to the jungler, "Can you drive?"

"I do not