The First Assassin[Esports]

Fu Xunshu discovered recently that the captain started avoiding him again.

At first, he thought it was some of his bold actions that offended the other party, but after adjustment, the captain still ignored him.

If you accidentally meet your eyes, you will move away.

If you touch it in daily life, it will bounce off immediately.

That appearance, as if he is some kind of scourge.

At the same time, Fu Xunshu also discovered that the captain was secretly paying attention to him.

That attention was silent, with a little scrutiny and doubts.

I even look at him in a daze occasionally.

This kind of abnormal state only exists in daily life. When it is time to train, he is still meticulous, but when there is no training, the captain always looks like he is out of his mind.

But only Fu Xunshu noticed all of this, and the rest of the team didn't notice anything wrong.

Fu Xunshu thought about it for a long time, and felt that he should have an open and honest talk with the team leader.

It is the responsibility of a boyfriend to listen to the troubles of his lover.

That night, Fu Xunshu knocked on the door of the opposite room with his shaggy wet hair and soaked blouse. The moment he saw Luo Tingzhou, his dark and moist eyes lit up, and the corners of his eyes and mouth drooped ,"team leader."

Seeing his wet look, Luo Tingzhou was obviously taken aback: "Is there no water again? Or is there no shower gel?"

Yan Bi turned sideways to let the person in.

Fu Xunshu didn't answer, and just said aggrievedly: "I want to borrow the bathroom."

"You use."

Luo Tingzhou didn't worry about it until there was the sound of rushing water in the bathroom, his thoughts drifted unconsciously, and a text appeared in his mind:

[In the small bathroom, steam is steaming, and the cold wall is covered with a layer of fine water droplets.

The shower that was thrown to the ground was still spraying water, and the water was splashing.

But no one cares about it right now.

The two shadows overlapped to form a person, tightly attached to the base of the wall.

The skin on his back suddenly touched the cold wall, and the pink-haired youth shrank his shoulders reflexively, and shook his body, trying to push the person in front of him away, but he was caught with his hands on top of his head.

The scorching, delicate, breathless kiss fell down...]

Realizing what he was thinking, Luo Tingzhou suddenly came back to his senses, and stared at the bathroom door for a while, feeling very irritable for no reason.

The words he remembered just now came from the fanfiction he read two days ago.

There is no explanation of the previous relationship, and the opening chapter is that the two people can't help but crackle with dry wood and fire in the bathroom.

From a critical point of view, this is a wonderfully written color literature.The words are euphemistic and the description is delicate, as if the author watched a scene, otherwise how could it be so realistic?

Even the details like water droplets rolling down the chest were not overlooked!

However, apart from the pink hair of the protagonist of the article and the name of the captain of the PK team, Luo Tingzhou couldn't find any similarities between this person and himself.

I couldn't find the similarity between the other protagonist of the article and the real person.

It felt so weird.

It was as if he was watching two strangers with the names of himself and Xiaoshu doing that kind of thing.

The Los Angeles team opened the door to a new world.

The tragedy is that this door is not going to close for now.

As a result, facing Fu Xunshu in the past two days, Luo Tingzhou's mind was filled with the words and sentences of the color literature, and he couldn't communicate well with people at all.

The sound of water in the bathroom stopped.

A boy's slightly embarrassed voice came from inside: "Captain, I didn't bring any clothes, can I borrow yours?"

Luo Tingzhou wanted to say that he could go to the opposite door to get it, but he didn't know what he thought of, his ears turned red in an instant, and he found a clean set of underwear and a pack of unopened underwear slowly.

He walked to the bathroom door and knocked on the door.

It didn't take long for the door to open.

It was hot.

Luo Tingzhou's fingertips were numb, and his heart was beating non-stop when he handed over the clothes, and he began to replay the long and detailed description in his mind infinitely.

The hand that reached into the bathroom was wrapped in hot air, which made Luo Tingzhou subconsciously think that something would happen.

But until the hand lightened, the expected "this kind of thing" and "that kind of thing" didn't happen.

Fu Xunshu didn't even have any physical contact with him. He took the clothes and said with a smile, "Thank you, captain."

Luo Tingzhou looked up.

The corners of the eyes of the person behind the door were crooked, like the hazy moonlight under the night mist, the eyebrows and eyes were very handsome, and the edges, corners and sharpness of the whole body were blurred by the hot air.

Suddenly, Luo Tingzhou heard the sound of his own heartbeat.

It took a while to reply: "You're welcome."

—he is finished.

At this moment, Luo Tingzhou realized this very clearly.

Fu Xunshu came out after fully dressed, and thanked him again.

Luo Tingzhou replied vaguely, and asked, "Does the clothes fit? They are all bought by the assistant, one size fits all."

The club has life assistants, and the players' food, clothing, housing and transportation are all arranged by the club. Of course, if the players prefer to spend time choosing clothes online or in physical stores, the club will not stop them.

In terms of players' daily life, the management of the club is very humane, without any coercion, but if the players need it, they will provide 100% services that cannot be faulted.

"He..." blurted out the words, Fu Xunshu paused, glanced down, and said, "It's a bit small."

"?"

Luo Tingzhou and Fu Xunshu were about the same size. Although Fu Xunshu was half a head taller than him, Luo Tingzhou was wearing large clothes. Now that Fu Xunshu was wearing it, from the naked eye, he didn't look tense at all.

Luo Tingzhou couldn't help wondering: "Where is it small?"

Fu Xunshu opened his mouth and said two words.

Luo Tingzhou's throat tightened, and his heartbeat soared instantly.

What Fu Xunshu said was: underwear.

If it wasn't for the young apprentice's serious expression, Luo Tingzhou would have suspected that this person was talking dirty to him.

After a while, Luo Tingzhou said with a half-smile, "On purpose?"

"Well, on purpose."

Very generous in admitting it.

Luo Tingzhou couldn't answer for a while, so he pulled the curtains and opened the windows as a cover-up, letting the cool night breeze in, blowing away the heat in the room.

He asked Fu Xunshu, "Would you like to come and sit for a while?"

Fu Xunshu hesitated: "The captain is not angry anymore?"

"Why am I angry? Why do you always think I'm angry?" Luo Tingzhou sat down cross-legged by the bay window, fingering the fleshy and wilting leaves, "Is it possible that I'm so narrow-minded in your heart ?”

It's autumn, and the two days have been cloudy, and the succulents that have not been irrigated by sunlight show a pitiful gray-green color. At this moment, they are being poked around by slender, white fingers, which makes them even more aggrieved.

Fu Xunshu sat down opposite him, "Because the captain hasn't looked at me these past few days, he doesn't communicate with me, let alone talk to me."

Luo Tingzhou opened his mouth, but Fu Xunshu didn't give him a chance to speak.

"The captain is not narrow-minded, I am the one who is narrow-minded. Once you don't talk to me, I tend to be narrow-minded."

"So captain, don't ignore me."

Luo Tingzhou's action of masturbating the succulent stopped.

After a long while, he said: "...out."

He said, "I'm not ignoring you. I've been thinking about something recently."

The private message sent to Luo Tingzhou by a fan made Luo Tingzhou understand that the little apprentice's thoughts on him have long existed, why didn't he notice the pinched face with facial features so similar to his?

When did Fu Xunshu fall in love with him?After joining the team?Or two years ago?

What does he like about him?Is it the worship of the strong when he was young?Or is it just a ray of light that just appears when the emotion is missing?

He thought so.

That's what I asked too.

Word by word, very slowly.He is not used to saying these things, he is thin-skinned, and his self-esteem is higher than ordinary people, saying these things is like someone stabbing him in the heart with a knife.

Take a stab and say a word of truth.

Luo Tingzhou said: "So, what do you like about me? Fu Xunshu, I may not be the kind of person you imagined."

Fu Xunshu can answer this question without thinking: "You are the freedom I am looking for."

Luo Tingzhou thought about these two words: "Freedom does not necessarily mean liking."

Fu Xunshu was silent.

After a long time, I asked back: "Then why did the captain want to be my boyfriend again?"

"Because I like you."

Luo Tingzhou said: "I have verified it." And he has confirmed his mind countless times.

"Then why does the captain think that I like you because I can't verify my feelings for you?"

The boy stubbornly looked into Luo Tingzhou's eyes, the eyes were darker than the night outside the window, if he didn't pay attention, he would suck people in.

Luo Tingzhou was startled, then suddenly laughed: "Let me tell you a story."

"The protagonist of the story is a gangster who entered the society without finishing high school."

"The little bastard was a bastard when he was studying, fighting all the time, his teachers and classmates hated him not to mention, even the neighbors and his mother hated him,—I wish he was never born with the kind of hate."

"Once, the little gangster was expelled from school for fighting and went out to look for a job, but he was not old enough and no one dared to use him. Only the owner of an Internet cafe kindly took him in as a small network administrator."

"At that time, all the customers who came to the Internet cafe to surf the Internet were playing a game. The little gangster happened to have a good hand speed and a good sense of consciousness. Gradually, people asked him to play for him. After half a year, he was able to earn a small income."

"The little gangster spent a lot of time in the game, practicing hard, and being a big boss in the game, the scenery is infinite and he dominates one side. But the scenery in the game is more contrasted with how bad the little gangster is in reality."

"One day, a person who claimed to be an e-sports player asked the gangster if he would like to play professionally."

"The little gangster is very happy. But the little gangster's mother disagrees. She doesn't want to see her son well."

"The little gangster thought that the wings of his dream had been broken, but he didn't expect the turn of events. The captain of the player's team personally came to the gangster's city to find him and invited him to play games together."

"The little bastard was very excited. He packed his luggage and prepared to leave that muddy cage that day. But an accident happened——"

"That night, a group of unscrupulous teenagers surrounded the little gangster's house downstairs. The captain injured his hand in order to protect the little gangster. The most precious hand of a professional player has left permanent scars."

"Later, the captain retired with honor after winning a championship."

"But the little bastard knows that the captain actually wants to play for a few more years. Gaming is his dream. There is nothing more cruel than being forced to give up his dream."

"The little gangster went to the club and stayed there for five years. Rather than saying that the club is a home, it is better to say that it is another cage woven by other people's dreams."

"The little gangster loves this career, but he doesn't love it that much."

"He owes the captain, so if he spends the rest of his life here, he doesn't owe anyone anything."

"In the past few years of playing professionally, the little gangster took in an apprentice. The little apprentice is proud, cute, tenacious, and still clings to him. He has never been knocked down by anything. The little gangster likes his apprentice very much, but he still leaves without saying goodbye. Just because he didn't think it was necessary."

"That's his only debt."

"Later the little apprentice also joined the team, and the little bastard found that the apprentice was as good as he imagined,... No, it should be better than he imagined, like the proud son of heaven."

"The punk loves the apprentice. He has something that he doesn't have, and he's attracted to it."

It doesn't take much words to tell a person's experience of the previous ten years as a story.

After Luo Tingzhou finished speaking, his mouth was dry, he swallowed with difficulty, and asked again: "After listening to this story, do you think this little bastard is worthy of being liked by the apprentice of the proud son of heaven?"