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

My brother loves me, are you jealous?

Maybe it's Beauty who is currently moving her index finger, or maybe she's thinking about the live broadcast next door that's not closed, Lu Ke is obviously a little anxious to kiss this time.

The previous two serious kisses were all initiated by the other party. He really didn't have much experience in this area. He was like a small animal, and he was completely relying on instinct. He even forgot to put away his sharp canine teeth.

Taking a low breath, Zong Heng let out a muffled laugh from his throat, and stretched out his hand to hold Lu Ke's back neck vaguely: "Slow down, you hurt me."

bang bang.

It was as if a bottle of soda that had been shaken violently had finally blown the bottle cap, and as if someone had shot him hard in the heart, Lu Ke froze suddenly, almost forgot to breathe, only felt that his throat was so dry , neither advancing nor retreating, the eyes that slowly opened were hiding ready to move.

"What?" The long and straight eyelashes drooped, Zong Heng pressed against the young man's lips, and the sharp facial features became softer, breathing entangled, he smiled and said: "Have you kissed enough?"

not enough.

Where can.

It was the first time that I really understood the hard-to-get game that often appeared in Chinese. Lu Ke was numb from his heels to the tip of his hair. He was obviously the one who took the initiative, but he was being led into rhythm.

Touching the young man's lips soothingly, Zong Heng pulled away, met the other's bewildered gaze, and wiped off the water marks on Lu Ke's lips with his fingers: "Live broadcast, how will you meet people later?"

Affected by his emotions, his voice was a little hoarse than usual, as if carrying a small electric current, which made Lu Ke's calf weak.

After hesitating between training and her boyfriend for a long time, Lu Ke breathed a sigh of relief, finally took the milk handed over by the other party again, and walked out of the tea room step by step.

Unexpectedly, when he returned to the computer with a guilty conscience, the live broadcast room, which had not changed for more than 10 minutes, had already been automatically closed, and the black screen was full of barrages of puzzled fans:

[What about people?How long does it take to pour water? 】

[Maybe at a hand-ground coffee bar, / Dog Head]

[Talk in the brain tea room. 】

[Be bold, maybe it's a kiss. 】

Afraid that the audience would really notice something strange from his face, Lu Ke glanced at the last barrage that could be called a prophet, and decisively fired the dynamic dove to lose the remaining time.

But in fact, Zong Heng had deliberately controlled his strength just now, at least Chen Mingjun didn't notice anything, just pretending that Lu Ke slipped out to rub hands for the male god again.

Without Zong Heng's support, Lu Ke always felt that something was missing when he was ranked again. Even so, when he was having dinner in the evening, he also touched the tail of the top [-] players in Hanbok.

It's a pity that according to the ranking mechanism of "Heroes Assemble", even if he has enough points, he has to play [-] games to be on the list.

Yu Xiaoyu, who had been exhausted to the point of collapse, was so sour that he almost bit his chopsticks into pieces.

Day and night passed, and the time for pre-competition practice was always fleeting. While the rankings of ZOO's Korean server were steadily rising, the temperature gradually increased in June.

With a physique like a small stove, Lu Ke has never been able to stand the heat, and Lu Ke has stopped his morning jog with Zong Heng since half a month ago.

I met the other party last summer, and Yu Xiaoyu was not surprised: "Where is this, what will you do in two months?"

"Cold salad." Turning over slowly on the sofa, Lu Ke changed into short-sleeved shorts early on, and with a slight movement, his slender waist was exposed.

Sitting on the sidelines watching the replay of last night's training match, Zong Heng didn't lift his eyes, and expertly reached out to pull down the hem of the opponent's clothes.

"There are still five days until the playoffs, so please stay up late recently." Chen Mingjun pretended not to see the small movements of his friend opposite, turned his head and glanced at Lu Ke, "Especially you, you want to be the top of the Hanbok ranking so much ?”

Curling his calf to avoid kicking Zong Heng, Lu Ke covered his mouth and yawned: "That's right, I let the words out."

"It's useless to release it, this game is too cooperative," Hao Qi shrugged as he forked a piece of iced watermelon, "Last night, the team voice chatted for a long time, and I didn't understand a word."

Every time at this time, he especially admires Zong Heng who has his own translator from various countries.

Unlike him, occasionally he would be reminded by barrage when he was mouthed.

"I'm trying to learn." Tilting his head, Lu Ke was serious. "At least I must be able to understand curse words."

Hao Qi: "I suspect you are implicating me."

Lu Ke: "Why, I've had enough laughs in the live broadcast room before."

Still aboveboard.

The playoffs are just around the corner, and the teams that have made it to the top eight have gradually stopped their mutual training matches. The quality of the game has been greatly reduced. Apart from scoring points in the rankings, everyone has nothing to do for fun.

But there is really only one person in ZOO who stays up late every day like Lu Ke.

After finishing the small game of playing cards with the AI ​​on the mobile phone, Lao Ju glanced at the watermelon on the table that was barely moving, and asked kindly, "Do you want to go to the hospital? I feel that the deer cub seems to have lost weight recently."

Originally, there was still some soft flesh on the other party's face that looked easy to pinch, but when early summer came, the boy's chin sharpened rapidly, and the little fat saved in spring and winter was completely burned away.

"Who told him not to eat well?" Finally seeing a little young master's squeamishness in Lu Ke, Chen Mingjun muttered while trying to recruit, "Tomorrow I will ask Auntie to cook more appetizers. The pickled radish last time you will eat." I like it."

Country Y is rainy all the year round, and the temperature in summer is always hovering around [-] degrees. Recently, the magic city is approaching [-] degrees, which is indeed a bit difficult for Lu Ke.

Considering the feelings of his teammates, he didn't dare to turn on the air conditioner too low. Once he came and went, he lost several kilograms of weight.

Looking at the whole ZOO, like Lu Ke, the only one who likes to gather beside the air vent is the long-haired cat's glutinous rice balls, but the latter's appetite is obviously not affected, and the fresh cat rice can eat the whole bowl.

There is a little boyfriend who is more expensive than a cat beside him, but Zong Heng doesn't think it is too troublesome. Hearing the conversation between Lao Ju and Chen Mingjun, he turned his head to look at Lu Ke, and nodded seriously: "It's really thin. gone."

It is particularly obvious to the touch.

However, Zong Heng also understands that Lu Ke's recent abnormalities may not be due to the weather. Although the atmosphere in the team has always been relaxed and positive, facing EDR is itself a kind of pressure.

The loser is eliminated, and there is no retreat at all in the playoffs. Lu Ke has been playing Korean server day and night during this period, not so much for ranking, as for accumulating more experience playing against top players, and by the way Tension in the bottom of my heart.

In e-sports, hard power is the symbol of confidence, and the same is true for Lin Mu and others. The lights in the ZOO training room have not been turned off before one o'clock in the morning.

The high-intensity training of more than ten hours a day is a very energy-consuming job. Zong Heng has long been used to this rhythm, but at this moment, he still feels a little distressed.

However, the young man who was cared about by everyone didn't have any self-awareness. A carp straightened up and waved his hand nonchalantly: "It's okay, it's okay, a little thinner will look better on camera."

"It's pretty enough, what more do you want to look good?" Pausing the video on the tablet, Zong Heng stretched out his hand, "Come here, your hair is messed up."

Obediently put a head of brilliant blond hair close to the opponent's fingertips, Lu Ke, who felt some kind of scorching gaze, raised his eyes: "What are you looking at?"

Hao Qi choked for no reason: "...Brother Zong is so kind to you."

Obviously he is also a small fan who really admires Kallaite, why is there such a big gap between people?

Is it true that living in the opposite door is conducive to deepening the relationship?

After getting along day and night for a few months, everyone called Zong Heng from the initial "God K" to "Zong Ge". After that, Lu Ke called his boyfriend and omitted his last name.

The drooping calf dangled, and he showed off triumphantly: "My brother loves me, are you jealous?"

Hao Qi: "..." Isn't it just to help smooth down the hair?Who doesn't have long hands?

Angrily, he grabbed two hands on his faded little red hair. Hao Qi felt that he was a good boss everywhere, but he was a little bit unworthy of beating when facing his peers.

A similar scene will be staged at the base every three to five times. Chen Mingjun smiled and said, "Good boy, Brother Chen loves you."

Lao Ju stretched out his hand, "Brother Hu also hurts."

Every time I heard Lao Ju's real name, I had the illusion of being a gangster. Lu Ke looked at Hao Qi's hair that was crumpled into a chicken coop, and couldn't help laughing.

However, before he could say a few more words, someone held his knee weakly: "Sit properly, don't sway."

Wearing a pair of loose home trousers that barely covered his knees, the boy didn't wear shoes, and his calves and feet were casually exposed, dazzling people's eyes in vain.

As a professional FPS game player with excellent dynamic vision, even if Zong Heng didn't pay attention deliberately, those bare feet with small ankle bones would break into his peripheral vision.

It's clearly a place for walking, but Lu Ke's feet look like they've never been used before. They are fair and delicate, and they look as beautiful as jade.

Instinctively, Zong Heng didn't want to share this scenery with others, but the young man seemed completely unaware of this hidden possessive desire, not only didn't stop, but blatantly rubbed against his palm: "You are so cold."

Chen Mingjun coughed violently when he heard this.

My God, why is he so obsessed with sitting across from these two?

If this continues, sooner or later the cabinet door will not be able to be blocked.

The pleasant post-dinner symposium came to an abrupt end with Coach Chen's sharp cough, and everyone packed up and went upstairs, continuing to fail to complete the target.

The time for high-intensity hands-on every day is limited, and he wanted to supervise his little boyfriend to go to bed early. Just after [-] o'clock in the evening, Zong Heng, who had finished rowing with Lao Ju, took him out of the training room.

After personally locking the air conditioner in Lu Ke's room at a suitable temperature, Zong Heng, who was standing by the bed, put away the remote control: "Confiscated, so as not to make you feel..."

"!"

Before he finished speaking, he was rushed by the young man who wanted to rebel, and he took a step back and sat on the bed.

Hanging on the man's body like a koala, the deer sighed unconsciously, and buried his forehead in Zong Heng's neck contentedly, and then remembered to touch the remote control hidden behind his back.

The separated calf pressed against his waist undefended, Zong Heng rolled his Adam's apple, and held down the opponent's hand that was moving around: "Lu Ke?"

"Yeah." Clinging tightly to his cold human-shaped air conditioner, the blond boy tried to pretend to be fierce, and gnawed on the side of the other's neck like a threat:

"Turn in the remote control and don't kill it, or I'll heat you up too."

The author says:

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