Support you lost your horse [E-sports]

Jing Yan thought for a while, but chose to ignore it.

It's just that the names are similar, if the opposite is not Chu Junhang, then adding friends is meaningless.

He didn't continue to play the game, but clicked on the announcement to check the version changes.

The friends in this account found that Flame went online suddenly, they were surprised at first, and then sent messages one after another, and some sent requests for a double row.

Jing Yan didn't reply to anyone, and carefully checked the hero's enhancement and weakening, and finally opened a few training camps to test the suitability of the equipment and the hero's feel.

When he was about to go offline, he accidentally clicked on the message list again.

"Wood"'s friend request has long been pushed to the bottom, squeezed pitifully among a group of people.

In the upstairs room, Chu Junhang's face was flushed abnormally.

He covered his chest with his hands and took a few deep breaths, trying to calm down.

really bumped into...

Although Flame didn't friend him, that's to be expected.To be able to play a round with an idol, I have no regrets in this life!

Jing Yan heard the sound of the door being opened, put on his coat and went out to check.

"Where are you going?"

If you don't bring a bag, you can't report.

Chu Junhang knelt on one knee at the entrance and found a pair of sneakers from the shoe cabinet.

"Go downstairs for a run."

Then you really love sports, Jing Yan silently applauded the little boss in his heart.

In this winter, the snow has begun to melt, and when I start running, the wind cuts my face like a knife.

Jing Yan watched Lu Luobo get dressed, wrapped herself in a thick scarf, and put on gloves.The eyes protruding from the slits of the hat and scarf still looked fierce.

"I'm going for a run."

Jing Yan raised his eyebrows and said, "I know."

"Don't call my brother again!"

It depends on the situation.

Watching the radish out of the basket, Jing Yan turned around and walked to the French window in the living room, bowing his head and counting down.

"Three, two, one..."

A little green suddenly appeared from Wan Xue.

Jing Yan looked at Chu Junhang as if he was having fun, ran wildly with his arms open, ran to the side of the snowdrift, and fell into it suddenly.

Now it's not like a radish, it's like a "headed onion".

He waited for a long time but didn't see Chu Junhang crawling out, so he thought something happened.

"what--!!!!"

This voice made Jing Yan shudder.

The kids are quite energetic.

"are you crazy!"

"What's the roar at noon!"

A "kind" greeting came from the apartment building.

Chu Junhang stretched his body and lay on his back on the snowdrift. Jing Yan couldn't see his expression clearly, but subconsciously felt that he was very happy.

The next day, without waiting for Jing Yan to call, Chu Junhang got up from the bed consciously, and reported to the school after breakfast.

What was it that brought him such a big change?

Uncle Jing cherished his few brain cells, and instead of digging into the horns, he slipped into the kitchen to cook.

Not long after, a hill was piled up on the chopping board.

Depend on.

Jing Yan cursed inwardly.

Next time I must wear goggles to cut onions, it will burn his eyes to death.

-

At the school, because Chu Junhang's report did not match the time of registration, the instructor stayed and educated for a long time.

The excitement of yesterday was long gone, he dragged his hungry body back home, ready to finish cooking and play games.

"what is this?"

Jing Yan came out wearing an apron, with a decent smile on his face.

"vegetable."

"I know."

Chu Junhang patted the chopsticks aside, and then quietly set them up again.

"What dish?"

"Onion fried onion."

What a combination of Chinese and Western!

"What about this way?"

"Fried Cucumber with Cucumber."

There are two roads in front of Chu Junhang.

One is vegetarian fried onions, and the other is vegetarian fried cucumbers.

Jing Yan's smile didn't change, and he asked, "Don't you want to eat?"

Chu Junhang's mouth wanted to answer "don't eat", but his stomach was spineless.

The two dishes were barely touched, especially the fried onion dish, which looked like it came out of the pot and remained the same after eating.

This was Jing Yan's punishment to Chu Junhang. He knew very well that cucumbers and onions were the ingredients that the little boss hated the most.

Throwing things and hitting people should be punished, and skipping class should be punished.

Chu Junhang couldn't stand the grievance, and he didn't dare to argue with Jing Yan face to face. After dinner, he went back to his room and started to complain to his brother.

After all, he has become what he hates the most.jpg

Chu Junsheng was extremely surprised.

In the past, it was all self-supporting to file a complaint, or it was just holding back.

But Jing Yan was able to force his younger brother to take the initiative to call. When he heard the names of the two dishes, Chu Junsheng almost laughed.

As expected of a member of the Jing family, maybe this time it will really work.

"It's good to eat more vegetables, onions lower blood pressure, and cucumbers quench thirst and trouble."

Although he felt sorry for his younger brother, he wanted to see what Jing Yan could do.

With nowhere to complain, Chu Junhang grabbed the Snowman doll from the bed to embolden himself, and went downstairs to prepare to die with Jing Yan.

"Did it come down?" Jing Yan bent down and put the cake on the tea table without even raising his eyelids.

"I made black forest and mousse, come and eat."

There are two small cakes on the side of the coffee table, and the air is filled with the sweet and greasy smell of cream; there is also a green basket on the coffee table, which contains red and big strawberries, with drops of water hanging on them, tender and tender.

"Mighty and unyielding!"

"Tao Yuanming won't bow down for five buckets of rice, do you think he can buy me off!"

Chu Junhang hated the man in front of him to death.

"There is still milk tea in the pot."

"Oh."

Looking at the kid obediently sitting in front of the coffee table, Jing Yan smiled.

One stick and one sweet date can't cure you?

In the evening, Jing Yan received a call from Chu Junsheng.

He looked towards the stairs to confirm that Chu Junhang hadn't noticed, and lowered his voice and closed the door of his room.

"Xiao Hang is tired of studying, and what happened yesterday is not the first time."

Jing Yan nodded.

To be able to find out that Chu Junhang had escaped so quickly, Chu Junsheng must have experienced a lot.

"It's okay if no one is watching at the school."

"If you agree, I can arrange a tutor job for you in Xiaohang's university."

"The extra salary is not included in the monthly salary of [-]."

"It's just a nominal guide, and I will take care of it. You don't need to do too much, just take care of Xiao Hang."

……

Chu Junsheng babbled a lot, and Jing Yan listened patiently.

The extra salary is not for nothing, he agreed, and made an appointment with Chu Junsheng to revise the contract content on the weekend.

At the end, he asked Chu Junsheng a word.

"Do you know why he skipped class?"

"He wants to be a professional player and doesn't want to go to school." Chu Junsheng replied.

After hanging up the phone, Jing Yan shook his head.

Unexpectedly, it makes sense.

There is no doubt that Chu Jun favors his younger brother, but he also has his own life and career, so it is impossible to devote all his attention to his younger brother.

Chu Junhang's weariness of studying is definitely not as simple as "wanting to play a career", let alone "addicted to games".

When he was at the base, he had seen too many youth players, and Chu Junhang was different from them.

To untie the bell, the person who tied it had to be a guide, and I happened to go to see the campus life of the little boss.

-

"You are Mr. Jing, welcome."

Jing Yan just knocked on the office door and announced his name, a middle-aged man stood up in the innermost place, walked over with strides, and shook his hand.

"Well, I am, may I ask who you are?"

Jing Yan frowned, and pulled out his hand slightly.

"I'm a counselor at level 27 of the Department of Literature and Art. My surname is Fu. Just call me Teacher Fu."

The middle-aged man looked a little embarrassed, his hands still hanging in mid-air.

"Sorry." Jing Yan smiled, "I just came in from the outside, my hands are rather cold."

"Hello, Teacher Fu."

"it's okay no problem."

The counselor continued to smile, and walked down the steps given by Jing Yan.

"This is the new colleague I talked to a few days ago, everyone welcome!"

The other teachers stood up and said hello.

"In this way, Mr. Xiaojing is new here, Mr. Li, you can find some student representatives and bring Mrs. Xiaojing to familiarize yourself with the school."

In the small office, everyone exudes a taste of bureaucracy.

With Chu Junsheng's operation, Jing Yan was assigned to manage Chu Junhang's class.

During the evening self-study, the class monitor and class assistants called the students to the classroom for a meeting to meet and welcome the new tutors.

"Hi everyone, I'm Jing Yan. As your new teacher, I hope to have a good time with everyone in the days to come."

The squad leader took the lead in applauding.

After finishing his beautiful words, Jing Yan glanced at the students sitting under the stage and frowned.

"Let me take a roll call, I know everyone."

Before he asked the class assistant for the roster, the class leader graciously brought the paper over.

"Thank you."

"You don't have to stand up during the roll call, just raise your hand and let me see you."

"Li Anming."

"Wen Jiajia."

……

Jing Yan has a very good memory, and has caught several congresses.But he didn't intend to punish these students. After all, his first identity was Chu Junhang's personal assistant when he came here, but he only wore the skin of a "mentor".

"Chu Junhang?"

The audience was silent.

No one raised his hand for him, and he himself was not there.

The squad leader volunteered to make a phone call, which can be said to be very considerate of the teacher.

You can count the number of people and notify the students who are not present to come. Shouldn't it be done before the meeting?

Jing Yan rushed to the shift and waved to his assistant, asking him to come on stage to say something, while he retreated to the window, took out his mobile phone and clicked on Chu Junsheng's profile picture.

【Flame: Do you know that your class will have a meeting tonight? 】

[Wood: Huh?Is there something wrong with Ning? 】

[Flame: Answer the question. 】

【Wood: What happened, my brother told you? 】

Jing Yan didn't answer, but raised his head and stared at the class monitor outside the classroom who had connected to the phone.

After a while, Chu Junhang replied again.

[Wood: Oh, there will be.It's none of your business whether I go or not? 】

It seems that the matter has been clarified.

As a member of the class, Chu Junhang had no idea that a new mentor was coming tonight, let alone a meeting.

Whether it was a coincidence or on purpose, Jing Yan still needs to observe and observe.

Similarly, he did not intend to tell Chu Junsheng about this for the time being.

Sitting in front of the computer, Chu Junhang put down his mobile phone, scratched his head irritably, and started another ranking game.

Several days passed, and he persistently "sniped" his idol Flame God, hoping to line up to play games together again.

But the name "Flame" seemed like his dream, which was short-lived and never appeared again.