You are harder than AK

Liang Liang was ashamed of him, and compromised step by step, "Forget it, since you're back, let's play the game well. Anyway, this is your home, so it won't do you any harm. Just treat it as if you went out to practice for two years."

This sounded more like comforting myself.

He glanced at his screen, it showed that the game had failed, and he swiped the poison ring. Although he was in the destiny circle, the enemy found his hiding place and shot him in the head.

Everything is not going well, and he is not interested in continuing to play. The training room is stuffy and the atmosphere is uncomfortable. He wants to go outside to get some air.

Han Ran took his hand, "Captain, where are you going?"

"Captain?" Liang Liang laughed angrily at his unfamiliar address, slapped his wrist away with a lot of strength, his hands were all red, and said in a strange way, "I just went out for a walk, don't you?" Please worry about God Han."

He took two steps, then turned back, pointed at Han Ran and said, "You'd better talk to me in such a weird way from now on. If you dare to say a few normal words, I'll beat you up."

He walked out angrily, but Han Ran held him back.

"God Han, what else do you want to order?"

"You said you would come to pick me up." Han Ran spoke softly, pursed her thin lips, and slightly closed her eyelids. The light and shadow in her beautiful eyes were dim, and her eyes were affectionate and melancholy. She stared intently at Liang Liang, making his heart beat fast.

These words inexplicably made people hear a bit of grievance, no matter how they sounded, they sounded like the resentment of a young daughter-in-law.

Liang Liang recalled what happened yesterday, and explained helplessly, "Didn't I tell you that I couldn't get away from the competition abroad. Although it was only the regular season, the second team's hand was injured, and I was the only one who could play."

"You lied to me."

"I didn't," Liang Liang couldn't argue. "As soon as the game was over, I flew back to my country. As soon as I got back to my country, I went to the airport, but you have already gone home."

"Can I still believe what you say?"

Liang Liang nodded with sincerity on his face.

Han Ran let go, and chose to believe him again.

Annoyed, Liang Liang walked outside the base and turned around, but there was no good place. The wind outside made him shiver. He wrapped his coat tightly and sighed helplessly.

The uncle doorman poked his head out of the small room with concern, and shouted at him, "Young man, is there anything I can help you with?"

He waved his hand quickly, and smiled at the uncle, who didn't know why, wrapped in a military overcoat, wearing a hat, and covered his ears with fluffy earmuffs, and smiled politely at him.

He originally wanted to go to the supermarket outside to buy some snacks, but there was an unforeseen event, and suddenly it began to rain. At first, it was still drizzling. He wanted to hold on and rush out, but before he could run two steps, it turned into a downpour, with crackling raindrops The ground fell, as if someone was throwing a stone at him.

He cursed, covered his head with his jacket and ran to the base, and reluctantly went back to the training room to play games. It was rare for him to be lazy for a while, but even God couldn't stand it anymore.

There is another live broadcast this afternoon. His time limit for this month is still far behind. It is already the end of the month, so he has to work overtime to make up time.

When he ran back, he didn't get much rain, but the hair on his forehead was a little wet, which was caused by the wind blowing on his face when he ran head-on.

"Huh..." He stood at the door panting. The heating in the room was fully turned on, and it was immediately warm. He took off his coat and shook the water on it.

Mi Xiu stood up and looked towards the door, "Captain, is it raining outside?"

"I just got it when I went out, and it's quite big."

He said with some regret, "My mother also said that I would go home for dinner at noon today."

Liang Liang opened the door of the storage room, went in to have a look, came out and said to Mi Xiu, "There is an umbrella inside, I don't know who put it there, you can use it."

"it is good."

"Captain, your hair is wet." Mi Xiu took out an unopened clean towel from the locker and handed it to him. Liang Liang said thank you, but just as he stretched out his hand, Han Ran suddenly stood up and took it halfway took that towel.

He walked up to Liang Liang.

He was a head taller than Liang Liang, Liang Liang could only look up at him, his round eyes like a cat showed a pure look, his forehead hair was wet in front of his eyes, blocking his sight, his eyes were slightly squinted, and he couldn't open his eyes slightly. Open, looking at Han Ran's face indistinctly.

"what happened?"

Han Ran covered his head with a soft towel, blocking his eyes, and wiped his hair without saying a word. Although his face was cold, his movements were extremely gentle.

Liang Liang was dissatisfied with his messy hair, so he stretched out his hand to grab his wrist,

Han Ran looked down at him fluttering, with a smile between his brows and eyes, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and the doting and tenderness of drowning people were hidden in his eyes.

He turned his back to Mi Xiu and Ji Jie. From the perspective of his teammates, Liang Liang seemed to be hugged by Han Ran, his body was completely blocked. The two looked at each other tacitly, and lowered their heads tacitly.

After drying his hair, Liang Liang's nose was red like a rabbit, and his fair cheeks were slightly red from being rubbed with a towel. His soft hair was fluffed up like a chicken coop, and scattered messily on his forehead.

Han Ran couldn't hold back, and chuckled. Liang Liang glared at him angrily, grabbed the towel from his hand, walked back to his seat angrily, turned on the computer, and prepared for his solo trip.

Han Ran touched his nose, regained his cold expression, and returned to his seat.

It's not a coincidence, and I don't know if Liang Liang is unlucky. There are so many players in one server, but he can match Han Ran every time.

In terms of technique alone, he is not as good at playing as Han Ran, and in addition to the two years abroad, Han Ran's playing style training has been relatively advanced, and he is especially good at fighting with others.

No matter how Liang Liang hides, he can't escape Han Ran's Wuzhi Mountain, and he can always find him and shoot him in the head, and he dies very aggrieved.

After losing three or four times in this way, Liang Liang couldn't bear to slap the mouse on the table, made a bang sound, walked to Han Ran angrily, pressed his wrist, tilted his head, and looked at him condescendingly, as if He asked with a smile that wasn't a smile, "God Han, are you relieved?"

Han Ran lowered his eyes and looked at the hand on his own. The fingers were slender, the joints were distinct, and there was an irresistible attraction under the fair skin. His eyes dimmed, and he swallowed involuntarily. The Adam's apple rolled slightly and let out a grunt.

These hands can not only play games...

Just thinking about it made him feel a little distracted, and he tugged at his collar trying to hide it, as if he couldn't breathe.

Liang Liang seemed to be burned by the scorching gaze. He quickly withdrew his hand and turned his back, "What are you thinking? This is the training room."

Han Ran reached behind him, held his hand, clasped his fingers, scratched his palm lightly with his fingertips, and said in a low voice, "What does the captain think I am thinking?"

Liang Liang looked back guiltily. Mi Xiu and Ji Jie were still concentrating on playing the game. He didn't notice their side, so he was relieved, broke away from Han Ran's hand, and took two steps back, keeping a safe distance.

"You killed me so many times, it's time to relieve your anger, stop messing around, and train hard."

He clapped his hands and said to Mi Xiu and Ji Jie, "Are you almost finished? Let's rehearse and cooperate."

"Okay, our side will end soon." The two men shouted.

Han Ran suddenly stood up and walked out, Liang Liang grabbed him, "Where are you going? Training is about to begin."

"Toilet, do you want to join us, Captain?" Han Ran raised his eyebrows.

Liang Liang let go of his hand, "Come back quickly."

But Mi Xiu and Ji Jie had finished for half a day, and the three of them waited boredly for Han Ran for more than 20 minutes, but he didn't come back.

Liang Liang's face was a bit ugly, Mi Xiu said tentatively, "Should I go and see him, maybe there is something wrong?"

"I'll go."

When Liang Liang went to the bathroom, he smelled a strong smell of tobacco at the door, which was a little pungent.

He frowned, walked in, and saw Han Ran leaning against the corner of the wall, puffing out clouds, with half of the unburned smoke between his fingers, the red fireworks flickering on and off.

"When did you learn to smoke?" Liang Liang asked with some difficulty.

Han Ran never smoked before, and he didn't even drink alcohol.

He turned his head and looked at Liang Liang. His forehead hair was a little long, and it fell down to block his eyes. In the smog, his eyes seemed real, not clear, and contained complicated emotions.

He didn't answer, Liang Liang took another two steps forward, reaching out to snatch the cigarette from his fingertips, Han Ran raised his hand and avoided it.

"Stop smoking, it's bad for your health." Liang Liang persuaded.

Han Ran pushed Liang Liang against the corner, stared into his eyes, and blew a white smoke ring on his face, very lightly.

His voice was low and hoarse, and he uttered each word slowly, "I'm in a foreign country, I can't understand the language, and the game can't keep up with the rhythm. What else can I do besides smoking? Do I take medicine?"

Liang Liang coughed continuously from the smoke ring, covered his nose, and pushed his shoulder away.

His words made him feel a little distressed.

Han Ran laughed at himself, backed away indifferently, leaned against the wall, closed his eyes, and then swallowed.

Liang Liang snatched the half of the cigarette from his hand, took a deep breath in his mouth, stood on tiptoe, and spit all the smoke on Han Ran's face, then bent over, coughing non-stop from being choked by the smoke.

Han Ran supported his waist, frowned and asked, "What are you doing?"

Liang Haohao stopped for a long time, looked into his red eyes, and said earnestly, "Do you know how uncomfortable it is? Let you taste it yourself. The smoke smells so bad that I can't even open my eyes. Don't smoke again, I don't like it."

He thought that Han Ran's eyes were red from the smoke rings he spit out.

Han Ran stared at him for a while, grabbed his arm, led him into a small cubicle, and slammed the door shut.

"Han Ran! You... um!"

It took a long time for the door of the compartment to open, and Liang Liang walked out holding his waist. His face was blushing, even the corners of his eyes were red, and his eyes were wet, as if he had cried. It was red and swollen, and the skin was broken.

His legs were weak, and he staggered and was about to fall to the ground. Han Ran stepped out of the cubicle from behind him, grabbed his waist, and pulled him into his arms.

"Captain be careful."

Liang Liang turned his head and glared at him.

"Little bastard, I haven't seen my skills in two years. How dare you play any tricks on me?"

"The captain has won the award."