Our team is not allowed to fall in love

Lu Miaozhou was just wiping his keyboard, when he heard Cheng Xi's murmured question, his fingertips trembled, and he almost snapped off a button on the keyboard with a "snap".

"What did you say?"

Fortunately, Lin Shen was rushing to the national server rankings next door with a headset, so he didn't pay attention to them at all.Yuan Jian has always been a dull gourd, not very interested in this kind of thing.

Cheng Xi was stunned for a moment before realizing that it was his own mouth. He was so regretful that he wanted to slap himself, but he asked all the questions. Now he wants to change his words and say, "Actually, what I want to ask is whether you like me or not." A little awkward.

The young man was really thin-skinned, he hesitated for a while, saw Lu Miaozhou raised his eyebrows slightly in surprise, and groaned: "That's right, Brother Lu, do you like Ink?"

The young man not far away put one hand in his pocket and put down the tissue to wipe the keyboard with the other, the arc of his thin lips was a bit cold.

"Do I like ink?"

The tone was a little funny, but it was more of an emotion that Cheng Xi couldn't distinguish for the time being.

Lu Miaozhou stared at Cheng Xi who was standing by the table with his head down. The boy's hands were kneading the hem of his clothes, and the team uniform jacket was almost worn out.

"You think I'd like a player from the team next door who calls me 'Your uncle' every day?"

"I still like the captain of a team that lost nine out of ten games to Lion, and won the game because I had a fever and didn't play?"

Cheng Xi couldn't hold back, and let out a "chi" laugh. Fortunately, it was not as embarrassing as he imagined.

"Brother Lu, I'll just ask casually."

Lu Miaozhou arranged all the equipment on the table to ensure that there would be no problems in the training match with ACT tomorrow, and then walked slowly towards the stairs.

When walking beside Cheng Xi, he paused slightly: "Xiao Xi, you don't need to ask me this."

The two of them stood at the edge of the training room. Lin Shen, who was wearing earphones, would not be able to hear Lu Miaozhou's volume, nor would Yuan Jian, who was too far away.

Cheng Xi mustered up a little courage and met Lu Miaozhou's eyes.

What he didn't expect was that the next sentence the young man said made him sleepless all night.

He heard Lu Miaozhou's cold voice with a smile, but he was very serious.

"Because I only like Xiaoxi."

The next day, the training match with ACT started amid Cheng Xi's yawning.

Standing next to Cheng Xi, Chen Bisheng saw the boy yawn in ten seconds, and kicked Lu Miaozhou's gaming chair next to him: "God Zhou, what's going on with the flame, didn't you agree to let you all go to bed early yesterday?" Is it?"

Last night, he saw sailing and flame's hot searches on Weibo, let alone what Lu Miaozhou said to Cheng Xi, flame couldn't accept it...

"Yes, I went to bed before twelve o'clock last night." Lu Miaozhou didn't even move the corners of his eyes and brows, as if he had completely forgotten what he said to Cheng Xi last night, and his voice was a little confused, "What's the matter, God Xi?" Insomnia?"

Because it was pre-match preparations, the voices of the two teams were connected. ACT's Ink immediately got excited when he heard this, and tried his best to improve their mentality.

"Yo, flame has insomnia? Are you so nervous about playing a training match with our ACT?"

Damn, finally let him seize the opportunity to avenge Zhou Shen for poisoning him during the live broadcast.

Cheng Xi fumbled for the water glass, poured half of it with hot water, and slightly drove away some drowsiness. Half of his mind was filled with game sound effects, and half was filled with Lu Miaozhou's words "I only like Xiaoxi". Startled.

Naturally, he didn't dare to answer Ink with the truth, the young man coughed twice: "No, maybe I drank too much coffee yesterday."

At the beginning of the training match, AIM originally wanted to take advantage of this training match to test the results of the four rehearsals and tactics practice in the past few days.

Instead of the aggressive style of fighting each other in the first game of the secondary league, he began to use ACT's best operation to fight against them in the later stage.

Ink couldn't help but turn on the full-frequency voice: "Okay, Zhoushen, you also have today, isn't this hitting us in the muzzle?"

In the early stage, the two sides were evenly divided, and there were back and forth with each other, but in the later stage, the advantages accumulated by ACT's extremely detailed operations amplified a little bit, and the equipment was more than one level higher than them.

Even though Lu Miaozhou defeated the opponent's sniper in seconds with an extreme blood exchange, he was still defeated by ACT and lost the first game in 21 minutes.

During the intermission, although ink knew that AIM was just using them as a sharpening stone, but he won a game from Lu Miaozhou, so he was happy no matter what he thought.

"Zhoushen, what do you say? Playing operations with us, don't you want to use this tactic in the next game against HIT?"

When Ink heard Lu Miaozhou chuckle, he knew that AIM most likely planned this way.

Although HIT is almost the tail end of the twelve teams in the Spring Split every season, they are also a team that is good at the late stage of operation.

Regardless of whether it is the LION that Lu Miaozhou and Yuan Jian have been with, or the MAX that Cheng Xi and Lin Shen have been with, almost all the styles they are good at are quick battles and quick decisions. buffer time.

Now the AIM composed of these players actually wants to practice operation and play late game?

Ink's heart was full of alarm bells. He originally regarded AIM as one of the strong contenders for the spring championship.

I can only be thankful that he has a good relationship with Zhoushen and flame, and he has an appointment for the training match, so he can evaluate their strength in advance.

"Hmm. Otherwise, wouldn't it be a waste of practice?"

Ink had a "sure enough" expression on his face: "If you play against HIT in the late stage, you won't necessarily lose—although Flame said he suffered from insomnia, but there seems to be no mistakes in the operation."

Cheng Xi was sitting on the gaming chair and flexing his wrists. When Ink mentioned his name, his slightly closed eyes opened a little: "Because of operations, snipers don't need much output."

After a round, they were almost reporting their positions, and they didn't fire a few shots.

No matter how sleepy the person was, he would wake up without stopping his mouth.Besides, if you don't shoot much, there will be fewer operating errors.

Hearing the slight sadness in Cheng Xi's tone, Lin Shen secretly smiled.

"It's not that Zhoushen's joint coach and them insisted that we practice the late stage of operation. Flame is used to the output position and is used to the sniper god. Isn't he not used to it now?"

Lu Miaozhou turned his face to the side, glanced at Cheng Xi who covered his mouth with his sleeve and yawned quietly, his voice was neither soft nor heavy: "Really, Xiaoxi?"

Cheng Xi's ears went numb when he heard the slightly hoarse ending, and felt that this tone was exactly the same as the sentence last night.

My heart beat faster again.

The young man quickly shook his head, subconsciously: "No, I'm quite used to it...Brother Lu's idea is very good."

The people are also very nice.

[The author has something to say: Chunqing Xizai said that he couldn't stand it]