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

interesting.

cigarette?

All right, why did Brother Zong suddenly want to smoke?

The corridor is really not a good place to talk, Lu Ke nodded and said, "Come in first."

He obviously just wanted to get his cigarettes and leave, but after hearing the young man's invitation, Zong Heng still took two steps forward and stood still on the shoe mat, closing the door behind him by the way.

Looking at the bare feet of the young man on the floor, he opened his mouth and said, "Put on your shoes."

He ran too fast when he opened the door before. Luke got water on his feet and couldn't wear fluffy slippers. Pushing open the bathroom door, he murmured, "Sit whatever you want, wait for me to get off."

As soon as the bathroom door was opened, the light fragrance that came out with the steam became more and more obvious. Although he told the other party about the brand himself, Zong Heng never expected that Lu Ke would really use it.

It seems to really like it.

Leaning against the door and not moving, Zong Heng waited quietly for the sound of water in the bathroom to stop. Within 2 minutes, the boy who tidied himself hastily came out wiping his hair.

"Why do you suddenly want to smoke?" Not sure whether the other party is willing to talk to him, Lu Ke casually joked to ease the atmosphere, "Let me guess... Brother Chen, he is talking about you again?"

——This kid, guess what's on his mind is not too accurate?

Is this also something that can be understood only by the game video?

Lu Ke didn't hear the man's response for a long time, and Lu Ke turned around in surprise: "No way? Is it really Brother Chen?"

You can read Brother Zong to the point of smoking, what is so serious?

Seeing that the other party didn't intend to elaborate, Lu Ke blinked, and didn't pursue the question tactfully. He turned back and opened the drawer. He turned over a cigarette case and came out: "Is one enough?"

"One?" Zong Heng raised his eyebrows, never thinking that he would come to ask for this in person.

"Did Brother Zong think that I would give them all to you?" Opening the cigarette case and handing it to the man, Lu Ke thoughtfully ignored the filter and motioned him to take it by himself, "I exchanged this with sugar. Make bad deals."

Fingertips tapped on the cigarette butt twice, Zong Heng was about to smoke a few cigarettes without hesitation, and heard Lu Ke say quietly: "Be careful, I will go to Brother Chen to complain."

Even though he knew that the other party couldn't really go to Chen Mingjun for such a trivial matter, seeing the young man's expression of concern, he still complied with Lu Ke's wishes.

It's strange to say that even though he just stayed in the boy's room for a while, his sudden irritability has inexplicably faded a lot.

Standing on the small balcony that was usually used to dry clothes and lit a cigarette, Zong Heng only took a puff and then held it between his fingers, as if he just wanted to simply smell it.

In the year when he just took over as the captain of PW, he was under a lot of pressure, often stayed up late, and how much he smoked in private, even the team members at that time didn't know.

Later, the e-sports industry gradually got on the right track, and the league also added a few unspoken rules prohibiting adverse effects on minors. In addition, Chen Mingjun became the leader of the PW team, and various external forces superimposed, and this is how Lu Ke came to be. I understand, the "eat sugar and quit smoking" paragraph.

He thought that after coming to ZOO, he would be able to be a hands-off shopkeeper with peace of mind, but unexpectedly, he made a mistake and started worrying about things other than the competition.

Deer can.

On weekdays, he hardly had any contact with fans outside of support, and Zong Heng didn't know whether the other party's performance was normal.

It's as big as forming ZOO and signing him with private money, as small as feeding him to find a hospital warm treasure... Is it because of Kallaite, Zong Heng after the ID, or is it the same for another idol Lu?

Gently dusting the cigarette ash into a paper cup filled with some water, Zong Heng turned on his phone and pulled out Free's WeChat.

——As the professional player who has the longest live broadcast in the circle and loves to interact with fans the most, this person may be able to help him with his doubts.

So, Free, who was cooking noodles in the kitchen of the base, quickly lit up his phone:

[Zong Heng: What kind of likes do fans usually have? 】

[What is this called? 】Whispering, Free typed and replied, 【You were chased to the base by an illegitimate student? 】

【Zong Heng: No, just asking. 】

【What else?Offline support and online calls, losers get sprayed and wins are praised,] He has a very clear understanding of himself, Free doesn't think about it, [We are just a game player, not a traffic star, it is very face-saving for people to buy endorsements up. 】

Suddenly remembering that Zong Heng was on the opposite side, he made another patch: 【But this statement doesn't apply to you, with your face, it doesn't seem to matter to become a celebrity. 】

[Isn't there a saying?These days, if you have no relatives and no reason but are willing to spend money and time for you, that must be true love. 】

【Zong Heng:...】

After talking for a long time but only got a perfunctory ellipsis, Free was very angry, but he couldn't bear the desire to gossip: 【What?Have you met a true fan? 】

time and money?

Thinking of what he did when he knew the deer could come to him, Zong Heng replied: [It's sort of. 】

Witnessing with his own eyes the moment when the opponent won the championship trophy three times and was at the peak of popularity, Free became more and more curious as he pondered over it, and felt as if a hundred cat's paws were scratching in his heart:

What kind of storms and stormy seas must be able to provoke Zong Heng, who has always been calm, to chat with him in the middle of the night?

Afraid that the topic would stop there, he kept asking himself while trying to be as calm as possible: 【Tell me specifically? 】

【Zong Heng: I have been preparing for more than half a year to meet me. 】

——The stack of reliable research and planning cases when we first met.

[Zong Heng: And... 5000 million? 】

——It was the first time he saw him using private money as a signing fee.

"Cough cough!"

Haoxuan was not choked to death by a mouthful of hot and sour powder, Free wiped away his tears with a piece of paper, and couldn't help sending a voice message: "Vietnamese Dong?"

[Zong Heng: RMB. 】

"Then you should hurry up, don't forget brother when you are developed," Free said unhappily, thinking that the other party was deliberately showing off to him, "Or you can introduce it to me directly."

Automatically ignoring the last sentence, Zong Heng continued: [But money doesn't seem to be particularly important to him. 】

For example, ZOO, apart from winning the game, the opponent seems to never take the word profit to heart.

Is it Versailles?

This is definitely Versailles, right?

For a moment, he even had doubts about Zong Heng's character of "never boasting". Free just typed "Farewell", and suddenly found a blind spot: [He? 】

[Could it be a deer cub you're talking about? 】

Looking around, there seems to be no other men who are rich, like Kallaite, and he knows, except Lu Ke.

Shan knew that Lu was the boss of ZOO, but he didn't expect that the other party would spend 5000 million to sign Zong Heng. He closed his jaw in shock, and Free's hands were fast: [God K, Brother Zong, may I ask if your team is still short of people? ?Let me be an assistant. 】

Knowing that the other party is just poor-mouthed, Zong Heng still frowned, and replied with anger | medicine: [Why, look down on the support, or want to take my job? 】

Auxiliary?

As you are so cruel in the arena, who can be your support?

After posting the message, he realized that he had stepped on a thunderbolt. Free complained secretly, and quickly changed the subject: [So, why are you looking for me in the middle of the night?Feeling ashamed and flustered? 】

[That's right, no matter how you don't care, the 5000 million yuan is not brought by the strong wind. 】

——However, it wasn't money that really swayed him.

After talking for a long time without saying anything, Zong Heng threw away the burnt cigarette, and instantly lost the thought of replying.

Quietly standing on the balcony, blowing the wind for a while, and waiting for the smell of smoke to dissipate, he squeezed the paper cup flat, obviously planning to take it back to the room to destroy the corpse.

The mobile phone on the side flickered on and off, and Free's WeChat messages jumped one by one:

[YF·Free: But then again, I find that you treat deer really differently. 】

[YF·Free: Don't mention the distance, Lao Chen and you are not so close, right? 】

[YF·Free: Do you know that the matter of wearing lipstick has shocked the e-sports circle for a whole year? 】

[YF·Free: There is also Lu Xiao’s Moments today, his bed and your cat. At first glance, I thought it was an official announcement. 】

[YF·Free: No, no, no...]

[YF·Free: Zong Heng, you don't suspect that other children are interested in you, do you? 】

[YF·Free: Are you still interested in others? 】

Picking up the phone, the last message came straight into his eyes, his thin lips were pursed into a straight line, Zong Heng turned off the screen, and walked towards the room with the coldness that was infested by the night wind.

Unexpectedly, before he unlocked it, the half-hidden door opposite opened with a bang: "Brother Zong?"

After secretly standing by the door and waiting for a long time, Lu Ke specially changed into a fluffy pajamas with excellent texture, and his whole body was soft like milk.

Finding that the cigarette didn't make the other party really happy, he met the man's questioning eyes, and tentatively opened his arms: "This time...do you want to hug again?"

Just like last time in the training room.

He obviously didn't deliberately put down a soft tone, but every expression and every movement of the young man, in the eyes of outsiders, looks like the most natural coquettish.

The same goes for Zong Heng.

The corridor was brightly lit, but his eyes were deep and fixed, as if a silent storm was brewing.

"Don't you want it?" Lu Ke subconsciously took a step back from being stared at by the male god's eyes, "That counts..."

Before he finished speaking, he fell into a cold embrace.

The faint smell of tobacco lingered in it, and the man clasped his waist with a little force, revealing a few traces of aggression that were usually covered up by laziness and calmness.

With his chin resting on the opponent's shoulder, Lu Ke stood on tiptoe, always feeling that something was different from last time, but he couldn't really tell what had changed.

Following his intuition, he pushed Zongheng outward: "Brother..."

"Huh?" Because of his posture, the man's deep voice almost passed by his ears along with his breathing.

Accepting the critical attack of his favorite voice at such a close distance, the voice-controlled Lu Ke closed his eyes and waved a small white flag in his mind to surrender on the spot.

Hug it, he thought.

As long as Brother Zong is happy, he can hug him for as long as he wants.

The author says:

In fact, our stags are naturally flirtatious.

I haven't saved a manuscript recently, and I can't update it stably when I work overtime. It will resume normal updates after May [-]st. The little angels are even harder to chase.

Comparing hearts and hugs every day.