I'll take you to lie down [E-sports]

I can not let it go.

"Hao Qi, how old are you and you still compete with Lu Ke for meat?" Chen Mingjun waved his hands to grab the attention of the whole table, "Xiaoyu Xiaoyu, sit in the middle and separate the two."

With a little red hair, Hao Qi raised his chin: "Ten, eighteen, I am also a baby."

"You dare to call yourself Lao Tzu when you're only eighteen?" While laughing, he dragged Hao Qi to his chair, and Yu Xiaoyu, who was struggling a little, turned around and greeted, "It's so heavy, Lin Mu, come and help me."

However, at this time, Lin Mu just lowered his head and poured wine, and he was bored after two mouthfuls of food, as if he was afraid that he would not be able to get himself drunk.

The people on the left and right were unreliable, seeing the deer staring blankly at the dishes was about to explode, so Yu Xiaoyu could only look to Zong Heng for help: "God K..."

"Okay, okay," Youzai Youzai watched the joke for a long time, Zong Heng cleared his throat, and refilled the boy's small plate in a funny way, "New one, eat it."

The voice that he most often listens to before going to bed is close at hand, Lu Ke immediately stopped looking at Hao Qi, but obediently moved his chopsticks to eat.

The right cheek is bulging like a hamster, he is somewhat drunk, his curly eyelashes blink slowly, from Zong Heng's point of view, it just makes people feel extraordinarily cute.

Hao Qi over there was not happy: "I want to eat meat too!"

"Eat, eat, eat as much as you want," Yu Xiaoyu shouted helplessly after struggling to separate the two naive ghosts with light drinkers, "Where is the waiter sister, order!"

There was Lao Ju on the table with a thousand-cup "wine vat" to drive the atmosphere. In the end, he was still sober. Except for Lao Ju himself, there was only William who was going to drive later, and he only drank a glass of beer. Zong Heng.

As an "old comrade" who used to work together in PW, Chen Mingjun and Lin Mu had a drink together long ago. He was so worried about the loss in the World Championship. He couldn't hold back and pulled out the top management of PW and whipped the corpse: "Lin Mu Son, thanks to your running fast, otherwise you would be pissed to death by those idiots sooner or later."

"A group of laymen who look down on older assistants, I don't see Zong Heng, who else can support them."

Zong Heng, who suddenly had a big pot on his back: ...? ? ?

But before he could speak, Lu Ke, who accurately captured the key words, joined the conversation: "What's wrong with being 23 years old? 23 years old, that's the prime of life!"

"Whoever dares to say that our brother Zong is old, beat him until mom doesn't even recognize him."

Obviously referring to the PK in the game, after the boy said this, he made a shooting gesture with his hands.

William, who was silently holding his forehead a few seats away: ... Seriously, young master, does he really know what he is doing?

Get up early tomorrow morning, the other party will definitely regret it.

"That's right." Without understanding the ins and outs and not delaying his booing, Hao Qi laughed foolishly and raised his glass high, "Beat them!"

Yu Xiaoyu: "Save some face for God K!"

Lin Mu: "There is also the championship trophy."

After confirming that most of the people in the room were already drunk, William saw that the food and drinks were almost eaten, so he took the initiative to go downstairs to pay the bill.

When he came back, several drunks had already put on their coats under the urging of Lao Ju and Zong Heng, Chen Mingjun and Lin Mu could barely walk in a straight line, and Hao Qi had already collapsed on Yu Xiaoyu.

Walking to the door independently, the only blond boy who was alone was trying to show off that he was not drunk when his knee hit the table leg hard.

Subconsciously stretched out his hand to receive it, Zong Heng, who was waiting for someone at the door, just hugged him fully.

"God K," the coat wrapped in a sealed bag still had the smell of laundry detergent commonly used by men, and Lu Ke, who was wrapped in a cold fragrance, couldn't help but rubbed his head with the tip of his nose, "It smells good."

"He seldom drinks." Seeing that the incident was about to develop into a hooligan after drunk, William immediately stepped forward to pick him up, "Let me do it."

As the most favored youngest in the family, even if there is any business entertainment, as long as the deer is not happy, no one will dare to drink his wine.

So after so many years, it was the first time that William saw the other party drunk.

However, to William's helplessness, the strength of drunks often cannot be judged by common sense. No matter how much he coaxes him, the young man will stick to Zong Heng's body like brown sugar.

"Forget it, that's it, you go and stare at Lao Chen and Lin Mu," the man in his arms has a thin skeleton, even if he is drunk, he doesn't weigh too much, and firmly holds the young man's shoulders, Zong Heng made a final decision, "It's getting late, first Come back."

As if knowing that the crisis of being separated from the male god has been resolved, the young man kept his feet on the road, let him lift his feet, let him get in the car, and finally fell down in the back row of the RV.

Dry after drinking, he instinctively pressed his face against the window: "It's so hot."

On weekdays, he is like a movable human-shaped stove, but Luke has fair skin. When the air conditioner in the caravan is turned on, his whole body turns into a layer of obvious powder.

Staring at the male god in the reflection of the car window, he turned his head and raised his fingers: "Two."

"He's really drunk." Old Ju, who had drank the most but was the most sober, turned around and ordered, "God K, pull him away first, it's easy to catch a cold if you stick to the window."

The caravan has a spacious space, but the young man who is greedy for coolness wants to huddle up by the car window. Seeing that the other party doesn't seem to have heard Lao Ju's words, Zong Heng has no choice but to raise his hand to pull him: "Lu Ke."

"...Brother Zong," the memories of the last ten days were jumbled together in one place, Lu Keding stared at the man's bony fingers for a few seconds, then opened them, and smashed his forehead into the other's palm, "boss."

I remember that last time in the training room, I stopped the opponent who wanted to hit the screen like this. Zong Heng laughed and took the person to his side.

When the lights came on, the neon lights flickered outside the window, and the car gradually became sleepy. Fortunately, ZOO's base was not far from the business district. Not long after, William stopped the car at the entrance of the villa.

Sitting in the last row and getting out of the car last, Lu Ke, who felt the cold wind blowing against his face, touched his pocket reflexively.

Two seconds later, he flattened his mouth: "The warm patch... seems to have fallen on the car."

Just in time to stop the young man who wanted to turn around to look for warm stickers, Zong Heng supported the other party's golden head, and gently pushed the door in the direction of the villa's gate: "It's okay, it's already here."

Half supported and half hugged by the other party, Lu Ke suddenly murmured in a very low voice, "I'm so sad."

Zong Heng: "Huh?"

Lu Ke: "The World Championship, autograph... I didn't get it."

"What the hell is Sunny's milk spy, and Reaper, I didn't listen to the command several times," the teenager completely forgot who was standing next to him, and he muttered angrily, even articulated clearly, "If I were here, would you , Definitely won’t let God K alone.”

"I also prepared flowers, which I planted with my own hands." The more he said, the more regretful he became, Lu Ke's voice gradually lowered, "In the end, I only sent one."

Don't think the young man has a shy and introverted character, Zong Heng asked again: "I gave it all away, why didn't I ask for an autograph?"

Lu Ke murmured: "...I'm afraid he will be sad after seeing the fans."

Seeing fans, especially in the most performance-oriented world of esports, in the face of a loss can hardly be enjoyable no matter how you think about it.

"I'm not sad," Zong Heng explained seriously to the drunk in his arms, as if being gently scratched by a cat's paw, "It's only right for the fans to be disappointed if they lose the game."

When excited, throwing a water bottle and tearing a hand banner is considered a small scene.

"You're right," Lu Ke nodded unsteadily, "...but I can't bear it."

"I can not let it go."

Repeating the last few words emphatically, the blond boy lowered his head and completely lost his response to the outside world.

Hearing clearly the young man's last words as thin as a mosquito muttering to himself, the man standing on the steps paused, and after a while, he raised his leg again and helped the young man up the stairs.

The headache caused by the hangover made people sleep unsteadily, and when Lu Ke woke up the next day, it was only light outside.

Still wearing the clothes he wore when eating hot pot last night, he frowned, lowered his head and smelled himself, and then rolled out of the bed in disgust.

...the smell of wine is so strong.

Who brought him back to the room last night?

The brain that was not yet fully awake was messed up like a mess, and Lu Ke, who couldn't stand the smell of alcohol all over his body, gave up thinking decisively, closed his eyes, stepped on his slippers, and went to the bathroom.

Brushing his teeth and taking a shower, he changed all the bedding by the way, brushed his hair casually, put on a pullover sweater, and went downstairs with a dirty clothes basket.

It was too early, and the aunt who was in charge of cooking hadn't come to work yet. While waiting for the clothes to be washed, Lu Ke took out his mobile phone and searched for the secret recipe for hangover. He was very thankful that he had stored honey in the refrigerator earlier.

So, when Zong Heng, who usually went out for a run, went downstairs, he immediately saw the boy pouring water by the kitchen counter.

"Honey water," Lu Ke vaguely heard someone coming downstairs, looked sideways, "Would you like a drink?"

It was rare to see each other at seven or eight o'clock in the morning, Zong Heng went downstairs and entered the kitchen: "Have a headache?"

"A little bit." There were two faint dark circles under the eyes, Lu Ke glanced at the man's coat from the corner of his eye, and some fragments of memories suddenly came back.

The coat, the scent, the smell...

Yesterday he seemed to be relying on the male god to die and not let go.

It also smells like alcohol!

"What's the matter?" Zong Heng joked seeing the young man staring at his coat, "Does this coat also smell good?"

boom--

After confirming that the picture in his mind was not fantasy, Lu Ke's face flushed red, and his memory after arriving in the caravan was completely fragmented. He covered his face with his hands without love, and didn't dare to look into the man's eyes at all.

Shame!

What a shame!

And William and Brother Chen also saw it!

"Okay, okay, I won't tease you anymore," Zong Heng accepted after enjoying the fun of teasing his own children, "I like cat rice glutinous rice balls very much, thank you for it first."

"It's still early, if you're sleepy, go back to your room and sleep for a while."

The blond hair that was gradually drying out was rubbed gently again, Lu Ke responded honestly, trying to restrain his urge to rub back against the other party, and did not raise his head until the man left the kitchen:

Although a little hard to say...

But he really felt that he was becoming more and more like the glutinous rice balls under the male god's hands who lay flat and let themselves be rua.

Very spineless.

The author says:

One more.

There is also a backflip.