All members are super god [E-sports]

The sky is a bit dark, the lights are turned on in the room, the chandelier is too luxurious, and the rhinestones reflect polygonal light.

Qin Qiang came out and subconsciously blinked his eyes, but when he looked up, he saw the glass door of the training room swaying open and close.

It was as if someone just came out of the door, took a step, and then hid himself back because of a certain opportunity, leaving only a disobedient glass to break the space.

He smiled, turned and went upstairs.

Qin Qiang didn't have the habit of taking a nap before. During the time he was recovering from his injuries, three doctors and nurses stared at him alone, saying that it was self-cultivation. Those who didn't know thought he was a prisoner and were locked up.

It is normal to develop some routines.

Just live with Lin Huai once, practice with him once, and break the habit and biological clock again and again, then something will inevitably deviate from the track and walk on a road of unknown direction.

Common sense also says that if there is one, there will always be another, until a little bit of madness gets out of control, and in the seemingly calm and stable status quo, it breaks from the inside and becomes pieces of broken and colorful stained glass.

...

"What's the matter?" Zhou Zhou raised his eyes, and saw Xiao Bingcuo, who just said he was going to go downstairs, turned around and came back, holding his cup.

Lin Huai's eyes flickered for a moment, but he quickly returned to his composure. He took a Rubik's Cube from the shelf by the door and played with it with one hand. He walked back to his seat, "It's all right."

He always speaks concisely, and he didn't feel choked on Monday. He just thought of something, rolled his eyes, and pushed the chair with green onion and slid to Lin Huai's side.

Putting his arm on the table, Zhou Yi rested his head on his arm and asked him in a low voice: "Lin Lin, does Winder know the captain?"

Lin Huai, once the few seconds of confusion pass, and the piano score plays chaotically for a moment, he will soon return to normal, and return to the normal people's eyes.

He raised his eyes and thought about it carefully: "Should know."

After all, Qin Qiang has played so many games at home and abroad, and both of them were once very famous supporters.

Some exchanges are actually normal.

This "should" is very spiritual. Zhou Yi is a smart person, and he quickly realized that his throat was stuck, his eyes were a little hard to say, he swallowed what he wanted to say, and raised his head to return to his own seat.

However, Lin Huai asked more rarely: "What's the matter?"

Monday: It’s nothing, it’s just that Winder, your former captain’s suspect, has an unspeakable ambiguous relationship with your current captain.

He smiled gracefully: "It's okay, when I mentioned the keyboard, I suddenly remembered, after all, TIII's keyboards are quite expensive."

Even if Ghost is customized, Winder is a high-end model.

It also cannot change the fact that the two are using the same company.

After finishing speaking on Monday, Lin Huai stood there, the Rubik's Cube froze for a second in his hand, and the small four-square, six-sided object that was only one step away from being restored suddenly became even more chaotic.

He narrowed his eyes, released the Rubik's Cube, and replaced it with the keyboard he used to use before.

Some things are not the newer the better, no matter how much you like it, it depends on whether it will produce tiny thorns in your hands, and your fingertips will be bloody.

There has never been a traceable correspondence between suitability and old and new.

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As the spring season approaches, the training will be strengthened and the intensity will be increased.

The winter in the south is not as dry and cold as in the north, but more humid and cold to the bone.

The air conditioner was turned on all day long, but the cold wind was still blowing. Lin Huai was not afraid of the cold, but he suffered from the cold. He woke up early in the morning, and looked at his phone. It was only after seven o'clock. It had only been three hours since he had gone to bed.

The sky outside the window was gloomy, covered with fog and clouds, the light could not penetrate, it was more like there was no sun, the oppressed person was like sitting in a dry well, no matter how long his neck was, he could not see the sky outside.

Not even swans that are eager to kill, there are only moss, dry grass, frogs and insects around.

Everything is desolate and dead, like looking back at the end of life.

Lin Huai has always disliked it.

He frowned, his throat was a little dry, but he really didn't have the strength and was too lazy to go down to get a glass of water to drink, turned over and turned on the small bedside lamp, and retracted himself back on the bed.

He had grown a bit taller and fleshier, curled up in the blue-gray flannel blanket, more like a larva lying on the bed, bulging itself into a chrysalis, as if returning to its most primitive state.

The larva didn't move. He heard the knock on the door, but didn't bother to open it.

The person outside the door looked impatient, knocked a few times and no one answered, then turned the doorknob, and then found that the doorknob couldn't be turned.

The child locked it before going to bed.

Auntie has a spare key for the entire villa, but the footsteps of that person are in the opposite direction to the stairs.

Even without any expectations, Lin Huai also felt a little unhappy in a daze.

It wasn't until the door of the next room was opened and closed that he was sure who was knocking on the door, and the unhappiness lost its essence, and the boredom surged up, covering his head under the quilt and coughing very low.

Throat is very dry, as if smoked.

The more he coughed, the more conscious he became, but his body was still sleepy. He was arched on the bed, his knees were curled up, his back was naturally arched, and the occupied area became smaller and smaller.

But he was coughing again, and at first glance he thought it was just a little thing that had been abused, making one want to hold him in his arms and pat him on the back to coax him carefully.

The transformation began with a dull landing on the balcony.

Lin Huai's voice suddenly dropped a tone, a little hesitant and secretly expecting.

Then the sliding door was pulled open.

This scene is very familiar, like the few minutes when I pretended to be asleep on Christmas Eve.

He coughed softly on the bed, and the distance from the balcony door to the bed was only three or four steps away.

With his eyes closed, Lin Huai couldn't see the other person's expression. He could only vaguely guess from the sound of heavy footsteps that he was not in a good mood, so he even coughed softly.

When he lowered his voice, the man laughed, and his voice was deep, like a message from some kind of dangerous, unpleasant and patient exhaustion:

"Is it good now? Why did you go early?"

"..."

It is Qin Qiang.

But what he said was too much.

I've never seen someone threatening a patient, let alone how early?Earlier, he obviously put on his clothes obediently. As the temperature dropped and the room was stuffy, he just opened the windows to ventilate.

Was it his idea to catch a cold?

When a person is threatened in a dream, he will be in a particularly bad mood, and he will be easily wronged.

Lin Huai groaned, rolled in his chrysalis like a small bug, turned on his back and faced the outside, as if losing his temper, instead of facing Qin Qiang, he coughed heart-piercingly.

It's really uncomfortable, but it's not much, and he wouldn't be like this in another person.

It's just that I became weak for a while, and my head was burned by high heat and Qingming, and there was someone beside me, who was the only one I trusted since I was a child, so I was a little presumptuous.

Qin Qiang asked him why he was so squeamish, but even he knew that people would only develop petty tempers when they knew that acting like a baby was allowed, just like all unreasonable children in the world.

Only being pampered, that's why she is so coquettish that she has no fear and dares to lose her temper with him.

The sky was still dark, Qin Qiang looked down for a while, then bent down, and put the back of his hand on the head of the child who was making trouble under the blanket because of his own discomfort.

The coughing stopped suddenly, the throat was still dry, but he only dared to roll it lightly, swallowing a mouthful of astringency.

The back of his hand was warm and cold, but his forehead was hot to the touch. Qin Qiang closed his eyes, felt it for a while and turned to go into the bathroom.

The water flow should be turned on very small, because the sound is not loud.

The moment the cold and soft object was attached to his forehead, Lin Huai flinched and slapped it down, and moved to the other side.

Paste it up and shoot it down again.

Paste it up and shoot it down.

……

After repeating this back and forth three times, Lin Huai shrank to the side of the bed, and if he moved again, he would have fallen.

Qin Qiang lowered his eyes, and pressed the wet towel on his head again.

It's too cold, it's okay in summer, but it's really uncomfortable in winter. Lin Huai frowned and complained vaguely. He was about to hide, but suddenly bumped into a strong object like a human arm behind his waist.

With four fingers together and then loosened, he grasped the person's waist from bottom to top through the quilt from the outside to the inside, and pinched him gently.

Qin Qiang brought his whole body to his side, and put the cold towel on his forehead accurately.

He leaned over and leaned over the head of a child who was fully awake and fell asleep, threatening slowly and softly:

"Qin Linhuai, be good."