mid laner

After the resumption, it was daily training again. The mid laner pushed the chair back to his position in silence, sat down and started playing rank.

At the end of the game, the jungler approached him and asked him softly, "What's wrong with you today, it doesn't feel like you."

Because LN has not entered the best state recently, including playing against weak teams, it is easy to lose and difficult to win. The whole team will be relatively depressed after losing.

In the training room, there is no other movement except for the sound of keyboards and coaches communicating with each other.

The mid laner feels that he is a little uncomfortable and his mood is very explosive, but the jungler cares about him, so he can't vent to the jungler.

So he rubbed his face and said, "I'm not in a good state, I was thinking too much about it."

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The jungler was very serious, and asked about the part of the replay just now, "I really don't understand, no matter how bad your condition is, you will still pick up that wave of team battles, why can't you choose?"

The mid laner didn't want to talk.

The jungler was also a little annoyed, "I asked you, you didn't say it when the game was replayed just now, and I asked you, but you didn't say it. What did you think about that wave? The consciousness of Bronze Five knows that wave is going to be played. right?"

The mid laner was really in a bad mood, so he couldn't control himself and replied, "You're not on the court, why do you say that?"

You are not on the field.

Why do you say that.

After the mid laner blurted out, he immediately felt that he was going too far.Sure enough, the jungler froze for a moment, laughed first, and then lowered his head.

He clenched his right hand tightly and hammered the back of the mid laner's chair.

"Yes, I didn't play, I just can't fucking play!"

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Everyone else was wearing headphones or just not paying attention.The jungler suddenly said this very loudly, and everyone just looked at it.

Before deciding whether to pull or something, the two of them stopped talking again.

They all went up a little bit, realized it, and stopped at the same time.

The jungler kicked his chair back, pulled his keyboard and mouse, and walked out of the training room.

The mid laner's own mentality is also fried, and he doesn't care too much when he sees that the jungler is still wearing a keyboard and mouse.

After all, the jungler has not practiced much recently, so he probably went to the audio-visual room to read materials, or discuss issues with analysts and coaches.

The mid laner didn't know what to say, so they wanted to calm down.

Then he looked at the progress of his training tasks, and silently scheduled the next game.

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It wasn't until three o'clock in the morning, when the mid laner finished training and went back to his room, that he realized that the jungler wasn't there.

Nighty is already asleep, the game period has started, and there is no time to adjust the room.

The mid laner stood at the door for a while, nighty's light breathing was the only sound.

The mid laner sighed silently, thinking that maybe the jungler was still sad or angry... He started to spread the quilt for the two pairs, and after thinking about it, he felt that the jungler might not want to sleep with him today, so he folded it up again, Then arrange their quilts.

After a quick shower, he lay down on his side.

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It's not that he didn't think about going to the jungler, apologizing, talking about his thoughts, coaxing or being coaxed in a subtle way.

It's just that the mid laner feels tired thinking about it.

The situation in front of me has been complicated and tormented.

Both of them understood that the quarrel was just a moment of anger, and they both knew that the other party understood too.

But if the things involved are explained, it will inevitably be a tiring process.

so hard.The middle laner thought in a daze.

He hadn't been fully asleep, but wasn't particularly awake either.

It wasn't until after five o'clock in the morning that he casually groped to the side and found that the bed was still cold.

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The mid laner suddenly woke up.

He buried his face in his hands and sat for a moment on the edge of the bed.

Because I didn't get a good rest, my eyes were sore, sore, and bloodshot.

The mid laner sighed, put on some clothes casually, and walked out of the bedroom to find the jungler.

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The training room, dining room, lounge, and even the office room of the analysis team were found, but the jungler was not there.

The mid laner knew he was stalling for time, most likely he hadn't gone to the audiovisual room.

It's just that he can't even think of the opening sentence clearly now, if the jungler is really too sad, what should he say.

What's more, they are different from before. As a lover, he still said such hurtful words, which is really terrible.

However, the mid laner didn't feel that it was a wrong decision to go further with the jungler.

If the two are not dating or in love, he may go to the jungler as soon as he returns to the room.

No matter how tiring and difficult to explain, get things done.

But now he can be a little willful, and he can hope that the jungler understands and shares part of his emotions.

But at the same time, he felt guilty for being so tolerant.

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The base is in a villa park in Shanghai, and there are basically no places to go around.

The jungler has never done any willful or outrageous things, but the mid laner is not worried about where he will go.

The air conditioners in the rooms are quite adequate, but Shanghai in February is still wet and cold as usual.

The mid laner only wore a team uniform jacket over the thin pajamas, and his whole body was soaked in the air and was clammy and cold.

He still walked to the door of the audio-visual room. The door was not closed, and there was a faint light.There was no sound coming out. I thought that if I was in the jungle, I was afraid of disturbing others, so I wore headphones.

The middle laner hesitated, walked over, and gently pushed the door open at an angle.

The screen facing the door was still playing the game. The mid laner looked at it, and it was the wave of mistakes in the third game today.

After playing for more than ten seconds, that part passed, and the middle laner heard the crisp second-segment sound of the keyboard, and then the sound of the mouse.

The video progresses back to where the pull started at Baron.

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...Could it be that the jungler just watched the whole night like this, because he refused to tell, and wanted to find the reason himself to help him?

The middle laner stood at the door in a daze.

He unconsciously raised his hand to cover his heart, feeling sore and swollen, the coolness passed over him for a moment, and he slowly recovered.

Ah... He seemed to be making a sound in his head, and he seemed to be tongue-tied.

I can only sigh like this, yes, of course the jungler can do this kind of thing, only he can do this kind of thing.

He...he was always silent like this, wrapping a lot of turbulent things in his heart.It doesn't matter if you are sad or lost, as long as you are happy, you will not be stingy to share with yourself.

Even if you are sad, once you recognize what is right, you will definitely do the right thing.

The jungler has always been tolerant of him, the mid laner looked at the back of the jungler above the back of the sofa, and had mixed feelings for a while.

The only thing that can be described is the intuition——

He really likes me.

"xx..." The mid laner called out to the jungler softly, only to realize that his voice was a little hoarse.

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The jungler obviously froze for a moment, the sound of the keyboard rang again, and the game screen that was played was still.

After a few seconds, the jungler took off the earphones, and the mid laner had already circled to the side of the sofa chair.

The jungler huddled inside. Although the light and shadow were not bright, the mid laner still saw a little red in the corner of the jungler's eyes.

The opening remark that I didn't think about how to proceed all the way has been thrown into the back of my mind.

The mid laner stepped in front of the jungler in two steps, and his shadow fell on the jungler.

He knelt down, buried his head in the blanket propped up by the jungler's bent calf, and wrapped his arms around it.

The middle laner's voice was choked with sobs that he didn't even realize, "I'm sorry... xx, I'm sorry."

The jungler was taken aback, but he reacted immediately.

He didn't know what to say for a while, he was silent for a moment, and reached out to touch the mid laner's ear, it was cold.

"...Are you cold? You wear too little."

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In fact, the jungler calmed down very quickly. He knew that although the mid laner said the words in a very explosive state of mind, those words were stating a very ordinary fact.

For e-sports, analyzing the game from the perspective of God must be different from being on the field.

It's just that the matter of not being on the court happened to be a heart disease that he himself had difficulty letting go of recently.

He could see the concern of the mid laner for him, how could the mid laner deliberately use this matter to quarrel with him.

But sadness is still sad. What made him feel at a loss and made him a little angry was that the mid laner didn't want to talk to him.

Even with such a close relationship, the mid laner still feels unable to share his thoughts with him.

He felt that what he realized made it difficult for him to bear, and the atmosphere was too bad. He didn't want to continue arguing with the mid laner, so he left the training room.

It's not as exaggerated as the mid laner thinks, and he really won't do things like watching a few minutes of a game all night.

He completed his recent replay of his rank and team training games, and in order not to be affected too much by being separated from the game, he conducted quantitative and targeted training.It wasn't until three o'clock in the morning that he began to sort out the game that had divided opinions yesterday.

After more than two hours, he still couldn't see what influenced the mid laner's decision.

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But these mid laners are not clear.

He walked to the door of the audio-visual room, only to see the jungler huddled in a chair, and the wave of big dragons on the screen.

But this is not important, even if it is more than two hours, it is enough to explain everything.

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The jungler rubbed the mid laner's pinnae, then pulled them up and sat together.

The blanket still carried the body temperature of the jungler, wrapping the two of them together.

The mid laner rested his forehead on the jungler's shoulder, lowered his head, still calming down.The jungler didn't say anything, and tilted his head so that the side of his face was stuck to the small hair on the back of the mid laner's head.

After a while, the jungler heard the mid laner whisper