promise of promise

, you have to drive an hour to get home from the airport, right? "

"I didn't drive, I will take a taxi and go back to the base later." Shen Ming gritted his teeth, trying to make his voice sound normal: "Master, bring me a meal tomorrow."

Mao Ye: "What do you want to eat?"

"Let's be quiet, you can buy it." Shen Ming reached out to stop a taxi;

The taxi driver watched a young man sit in the back row with his back supported by a weak face. The driver looked at the building in the night, and then at the young man on the phone in the back row, with unpredictable expressions on his face.

"Young man, why did you come to the hospital alone? What about the family?"

After hanging up the phone, Shen Ming had no strength at all.Unfortunately, I also met a curious driver;

"Well, it's not a serious illness. I dare not say it..." Shen Ming smiled and wrapped his down jacket tightly.The black down jacket made his face pale.

The driver paused for a few seconds and fell silent.I don't know when I thought of that fork, the speed of the car immediately increased. It was an hour's journey, but it stopped at the gate of the base after more than half an hour. Shen Ming was so jolted that he almost vomited. Che Shenming supported the wall for a long time before recovering, and he slowly moved to the base;

No one came back from the base, and it was dark. He went upstairs and took a bath with difficulty, fell asleep on the bed.

The next morning at four o'clock in the morning, Shen Ming woke up from starvation and decided to go downstairs to look for food. He opened the refrigerator door, and there was nothing to eat except for a few bottles of drinks that had been stored for half a month.

"Hey...how did you get to this point. It's too miserable." Shen Ming muttered a few words in self-pity, and suddenly there was the sound of a door lock behind him.

Mao Ye hurriedly opened the door and came in, and saw Shen Ming standing by the refrigerator, wearing thick pajamas and messy hair.

"I fucking thought it was a thief!" He pushed the suitcase into the house and sat on the sofa: "What are you doing?"

Shen Ming walked over and collapsed on the sofa, and stretched his head over naturally: "Master, I'm hungry..."

Mao Ye paused for picking up the scarf, and looked down at the person lying on his lap.

Shen Ming's eyes are beautiful, with double eyelids, eyelashes are not long but very dense, when he smiles his eyes bend into crescent moons, his slightly opened mouth reveals one side of canine teeth, his appearance belongs to that kind of clean and neat big boy.

"Order takeaway." Mao Ye let him lie down and took out his mobile phone to order takeaway.

Shen Ming got up slightly and leaned closer to him, the faint fragrance on his body was mixed with Mao Ye's indistinguishable smell, a bit like disinfectant and a bit like plaster.

"Want to drink porridge?" Shen Ming clicked on Mao Ye's mobile phone, and complained: "These businesses are too lazy, right? Why don't they open the door..."

Mao Ye grabbed his hand and moved it away: "Sit down."

"Why are your hands so cold?" He turned off the delivery software, held Shen Ming's hand and rubbed it twice, then put on the scarf again: "I'll drive to buy it for you."

"I'm going too, I'm so hungry..." Shen Ming simply stuffed his hands into Maoye's pocket, lay on Maoye's body, grinned and said, "Take me...Master."

Mao Ye recently found that he was getting more and more helpless with this person, and he didn't know who was used to it.

Mao Ye drove Shen Ming, who was wearing a dinosaur pajamas, around, but he couldn't find the porridge that the old man in the car liked.

After thinking about it, Mao Ye went to the vegetable market to buy some ingredients.

The two returned to base.

The porridge he cooked was simple vegetable porridge. Shen Ming drank two bowls happily, then lay on the sofa and rubbed his stomach contentedly: "It's delicious..."

"It seems like I haven't eaten for several days." Mao Ye laughed angrily at his appearance, and said, "Can you still starve yourself when you go out to play?"

"Tsk... Those foreign things... I'm not used to it." Shen Ming looked up and saw Mao Ye cleaning up the dishes, he smiled: "The porridge cooked by the master is delicious."

Mao Ye: "That's just this time."

Shen Ming: "Hey..."

Years later the club resumed normal operations.

Some time ago, Mao Ye promoted Chen Chen, the mid laner of the second team, to serve as Shen Ming's substitute.So Chenchen has been working with the team during this time.

It's less than half a month before the regular season of the LPL Spring Split starts again. In addition to daily training, the club is live broadcasting ranks.

To be honest, everyone is still quite free, especially Shen Ming, because of the need to recover from his back injury, his training volume during this period has been reduced to almost zero by Mao Ye.

For the viewing experience of the audience and fans, the league officially added some entertainment events before the arrival of the LPL Spring Split. Shen Ming was invited to be a commentator for a match between Chinese and Korean coaches.

On the night of receiving the invitation, Shen Ming met Mao Ye who was smoking on the balcony.

"Master," he walked over and stood beside him, and said with a smile, "Aren't you going to the China-Korea coach match?"

"What is there to do?" Mao Ye put out the cigarette in his hand and said angrily, "How many of the current LPL coaches can show their ID cards?"

Shen Ming: "Pfft... makes sense."

"Your waist..." Mao Ye turned to look at him and asked, "Is it okay?"

"I don't know." Shen Ming put his elbows on the armrest and looked at the night, with a serious tone: "I'll try it another day?"

"Uh..." Mao Ye laughed angrily again: "I'm asking about your waist... can you play. What the hell are you thinking about?"

"Master, if you go to participate, I will give you a wish." Shen Ming didn't answer, turned around and leaned on the armrest and smiled: "If you win, I will confess to the person I like. You love me so much, You don't want to see me alone, do you?"

"I don't have a wish." Mao Ye sneered at this childish behavior, and said, "Will you confess...what does it matter if I win or lose?"

"Yeah. It's true...it seems to be the same..." Shen Ming said, "Then...forget it. I'm going back..."

"Um……"

As soon as the people left, Mao Ye lit the cigarette.It was cold at night, so he pulled his clothes up a little.

In fact, Shen Ming didn't say anything, Mao Ye could guess.

According to Shen Ming's conditions, finding a girlfriend is not particularly difficult.For so many years, I didn't even have a girl by my side, and most of them had someone in their hearts.

Shen's mother urged Shen Ming to go on a blind date from time to time, and sometimes the phone calls came to him. Logically speaking, he should be happy when he heard that Shen Ming had someone he liked, but it didn't seem like there was any, and his heart felt sour for no reason.

This inexplicable feeling made Maoye very irritable, one cigarette after another, the ground was full of cigarette butts.

Until half a pack of cigarettes was finished, Mao Ye stood there for a while, his thoughts drifting in confusion.

The first time I saw Shen Ming, the 16-year-old boy was dressed cleanly and sat on a chair in an Internet cafe, with a pair of thin-frame glasses on his nose.

At that time, Mao Ye felt that if the learning video was displayed on the computer screen, it should be a good match for this boy.

But no, the computer screen is League of Legends, and Shen Ming is playing the wandering mage-Ryze, and the pressure is very fierce.

Mao Ye stood behind him and watched the whole game. Ryze played very well in the lane, but was caught miserably, because he kept pressing the lane and didn't do vision, and the middle lane was always patronized by the jungler.Shen Ming can occasionally counter-kill the opponent's mid laner by relying on manipulation.

"Buy an eye and put it in this place." At that time, Mao Ye bent down and pointed to the small map: "This place... you can see when their junglers come, and you can run ahead of time."

The boy looked back at him calmly, and said, "Why should I run? If he comes again, let's kill him together."

The game went on for more than ten minutes, and the jungler was no longer able to fight in the middle. Ryze had a head, and he had more minions than the opponent, and his equipment had gradually improved. The damage of the opponent's mid laner was not enough. The damage of the jungler Not enough to drop Ryze in seconds.

In the end, Ryze slaughtered the entire battle with the luxurious data of 18-3-10.

"Look, he can't beat me anymore." After the boy Shen Ming won two fights, he turned his head and grinned, "I'm pretty good."

He didn't remember what Mao Ye replied at that time.

In the smoky Internet cafe, the boy's smile was clean and pure. To him, winning a game was a very happy thing.

Later, Shen Ming joined Mao Ye's team - Wolf Soul as a mid laner substitute.

In the past, the team was not as rich as it is now. There was only one training room with limited equipment. Substitute players and regular players took turns to train. When he was playing rank, Shen Ming moved a chair and sat quietly beside him to watch him. When playing games, Shen Ming can only spend a long time playing rank in the dead of night.

At that time, Mao Ye was in good condition, and the coach had no intention of letting a substitute play. Shen Ming was a substitute for a year, until that year's World Championship.

The cold wind came and blew on his face, and Mao Ye regained consciousness, the phone in his pocket kept ringing.

He glanced at it and picked it up: "Hello."

"Master Cat, do you need a mid laner?"

The caller is SF's current coach - Zhu Mingyue, a former professional jungler, nicknamed - Tu Huangdi.

Because there is a wild monster in the canyon in the shape of a toad, everyone jokes that the toad is called the frog concubine. Sometimes Zhu Mingyue's jungler has an iron-like obsession with the frog concubine, whether it is his own or the opponent's.This obsession has caused many jokes, so it was awarded this nickname.

"Isn't YYW's coach playing?" Mao Ye said, "I won't make trouble, shall I?"

Zhu Mingyue snorted and said, "He can't come, the team has to prepare for the regular season."

"Uh..." Mao Ye was silent for a while, and finally sighed: "Okay, let's talk about it first, I won't take the blame if I can't beat it."

Zhu Mingyue: "With you around, you can't beat me? Are you kidding me?"

Mao Ye laughed at himself: "I'm getting old."

Since becoming a coach, he has rarely had time to play games, and his rank is not high. He has maintained a drill level of three or four in the first district. He only needs to understand the changes of the new version when he plays occasionally, so as to have a deeper understanding of BP.