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On the first night back from Busan, the fourth floor of the TP training base was rarely very quiet.

The Internet-addicted teenagers who have always regarded staying up late as their life purpose collapsed on the bed, swiped their phones casually and fell asleep.

Without him, the intercontinental competition during this period was really stressful, and now they suddenly relaxed, and everyone fell into deep exhaustion.

This kind of silence lasted until noon the next day. When Ji Yang appeared in the restaurant after washing up and staring at the chicken coop, Jing Muye was sitting at the table with a tablet in his arms.

Ji Yangji walked over with his slippers on, and said, "Morning."

"morning."

Since the person came in, Jing Muye put down the busy tablet in his hand, followed Ji Yang the whole time, and saw that he drank a large glass of water before standing up, and said, "Are you hungry? The kitchen is reserved for you." dinner."

Ji Yang turned around and went into the kitchen, there were several meals neatly packed in the refrigerator in an insulated box, he took out one and put it in the microwave oven, before operating it, Jing Muye was already standing behind him, stepped over him, and adjusted for him Well set.

Ji Yang's heart was pounding uncontrollably. Behind him, Jing Muye smiled and said, "There is still chicken soup today, which has been simmering all morning. I'll warm it up for you."

When the food was served, Jing Muye had smoothed out the dull hair on Ji Yang's head.

The boy bowed his head and ate obediently, and Jing Muye sat across from him to watch the video.

After a while, Ji Yang raised his head against the hard-to-ignore gaze on the other side: "Brother Ye, is... is there something wrong?"

Jing Muye smiled, and stopped pretending. He turned the tablet interface to face him, resting his chin on the tablet, and asked in a questioning tone, "Are you familiar with him?"

Ji Yang took a closer look and saw the live broadcast commentary of the PCS Intercontinental Game on the screen. It was his first game since he played. A well-looking man in the lower right corner was excitedly saying: "Beautiful! I dare say there is Ji Yang's commentary." TP must be fine!"

"This 98K is an artifact in Ji Yang's hands! One shot at one head! Who else!"

"Come on, come on, do you want to bet, this round definitely has the most points for Ji Yang!"

Ji Yang frowned, what kind of anchor is this, why are you always blowing him up?

Jing Muye put his elbows on the tablet, and stretched his head in Ji Yang's direction again: "More than every year, I remember that you were in his team for the first time in the anchor competition?"

Have more every year?

Ji Yang blinked at the young man who was close at hand.

Oh……

He knew that Niannianyouyu was the host, but to be honest, he had never watched Niannianyouyu's live broadcast, and he didn't know what this person looked like.

Speaking of which, since he retired from the anchor competition, he has never contacted this person again. He had such a big incident at the time, and he thought that the other party should hate him, but he didn't expect this person to become his own. fan?

"Ok?"

Jing Muye pulled his thoughts back: "Very familiar?"

Ji Yang shook his head honestly: "Just played a few games together."

After a pause, he added: "He is very nice."

Only then did Jing Muye sit back, and said slowly, "The video of him commenting on your game has become popular, and with your limelight, the traffic has skyrocketed."

Ji Yang gnawed on the broccoli, and replied indifferently: "That's pretty good."

Jing Muye added: "The video of you playing games together was dug up by fans."

The grass-green broccoli was all wiped out by Ji Yang, who is not picky eaters. Only then did he realize that Jing Muye's tone was not quite right. He raised his head and blinked quickly a few times.

"You and the cp fans who are more than every year have come out."

Jing Muye silently pointed his fingers at the tabletop: "They said that you and Niannianyouyu have been secretly going out for a long time, and they have made up several chapters in their love history."

Ji Yang immediately put down his chopsticks and raised his hand: "I don't."

He looked at his captain's expression, and quickly explained: "I don't even know what he looks like, and I wanted to play because of Brother Ye!"

Jing Muye had a dazed expression on his face, and he didn't speak for a while.

Ji Yang stammered again: "I...I only like Brother Ye...only the captain."

Jing Muye laughed out loud, "Okay, just kidding."

Ji Yang was taken aback, Jing Muye had already crossed the table and patted his head: "I know, I know who my baby likes."

Ji Yang came back to his senses, his face was already red, he lowered his head to chew the rice grains, before he could think of what to say, Jing Muye asked again: "Did you blame me at that time?"

Ji Yang paused, he knew that Jing Muye was talking about the question and the shot in the anchor match, the past was vivid in his memory, Ji Yang shook his head: "No."

He even smiled: "Brother Ye is right to do that."

This time when the scene changed, Muye was silent.

At that time, Aspen seemed to him just a talented player with great spirituality. Once he was associated with the already stinking name "Ji Yang", his first thought was that it was a pity.

Pity, but mercilessly.

He never thought that one day he would regret it so much that he pushed "Ji Yang" in front of the public to suffer abuse at that time, and regretted the shot he fired at him.

If it wasn't for He New Year's recommendation, if it wasn't for Ji Yang's bravery again, he would always, forever miss him.

What's more, Ji Yang just said that he only went to the anchor competition for himself.

This reminded him of that night two years ago, when Ji Yang looked at him with such infatuation and love.

So, where does this love come from?

He had discovered that the tattoo pattern on Ji Yang's body was a butterfly specimen that he had copied. He suspected that Ji Yang had met him when he was a student, but after searching for a long time, he could not find out about Ji Yang's class and situation.

It was only after reading the back tune that I realized that when Ji Yang was in high school, he had already left Laonan Street to go to college, but in this way, the clue was broken.

After all, the junior high school and the high school are so far apart, he has never been there, and there is no possibility of intersection.

Until a while ago, when he saw Ji Yang's ID card photo, he found it inexplicably familiar.

The expressionless long-haired boy in the photo suddenly touched his heartstrings.

After pondering for a long time, Jing Muye tentatively asked, "Ji Yang, since when did you know me?"

Ji Yang was drinking soup when he heard the words and suddenly choked, Jing Muye immediately got up to pat the boy on the back.

Just when Ji Yang was blushing from coughing, Wen Zhili, Jian Yangyang and the others walked in yawning.

Jian Yangyang: "Brother Cao said that there will be a meeting at three o'clock this afternoon. It should be a bonus."

Wen Zhili: "How can it be so fast. Hey? What's the matter, are you choking?"

Ji Yang managed to calm down, and nodded upon hearing the words.

Jian Yangyang sat beside him confidently, "Are you all right? What is this? Oh my God! There is chicken soup today! Sure enough, beauty is created by distance! After not coming back for so long, Aunt Liu actually cooked chicken soup for us!"

The atmosphere in the restaurant suddenly became lively, but Jing Muye could no longer hear the answer to that question.

After trimming, at three o'clock in the afternoon, TP held a general meeting.

This time the second team was also there, and when He Xinian saw Ji Yang, he rushed over excitedly and shouted, "Brother Yang!"

He sat directly next to Ji Yang, and took the initiative to explain: "When you came back yesterday, we happened to be playing a training match, and we couldn't catch you. Later, you rested, so I didn't come to bother you."

Ji Yang nodded. He hadn't seen He New Year for a while, so he smiled: "Next time you want to find me, just go to the 4th floor."

"hey-hey."

He Xinian smiled honestly, and then said excitedly: "Brother Yang! You are so awesome in the intercontinental competition! You are simply—"

Looking at Liang Cheng who came in last, He Nian immediately turned down the volume, and said in Ji Yang's ear, "Fortunately, you are here to turn the tide, otherwise this time it would really be a disaster."

Ji Yang shook his head. He wanted to say a few words for Liang Cheng, but the next second Cao Yan and Xu Wei both came in, and He Nian immediately got up and slipped back to the second team's seat, and the conversation stopped there.

This meeting was more official, and it was also a comprehensive summary of competition experience.

In the end, the bonus was distributed, and the eyes of the children in the second team were red.

As soon as the meeting was over, those members of the second team who had been with Ji Yang for a while swarmed up to congratulate Ji Yang. They put their arms around each other and looked at Ji Yang with longing in their eyes.

"Brother Yang, you are really amazing, how did you do it?"

"Have you seen the captain of the OSR? I heard he is crazy, right?"

"God, brother Yang, I'm almost dying of excitement watching your competition, if only I were as good as you."

"Hahaha, just because you still want to catch up with our Eros, you still have to practice for 800 years!"

He Xinian, the active captain of the second team, took the lead to blow Ji Yang, and they almost lured Ji Yang into the training room of the second team.

Fortunately, Jing Muye, who was as tough as Yan Luo, followed behind them and coughed expressionlessly, so the members of the second team scattered like birds and beasts.

Back in the training room of the first team, the inside is also full of joy.

Jian Yangyang sat on the table with his feet up and read the rainbow fart on Weibo to everyone, and when he saw Ji Yang, he immediately shouted: "Brother Yang! It's just you who didn't post a small essay on Weibo, your fans are now Running around asking about your situation."

Wen Zhili also rarely smiled until his eyes narrowed, and said, "Yeah, I'm also asking about it on my Weibo."

"short essay?"

Ji Yang took out his phone curiously: "What did the captain send?"

Jian Yangyang's expression changed: "Uh, captain, that's different..."

Ji Yang clicked on Weibo, and countless news popped up, which were added every second. He didn't care about those, so he opened Jing Muye's account and found that the latest one was posted at noon today.

"TP-Moon: I have returned to City H, thank you everyone."

The following hot comment on the first article: "I have read it, so, where is my baby Yangyang?"

Baby Yangyang, Ji Yang was so excited by this title that he hurriedly posted a Weibo to prevent his fans from harassing people everywhere.

After waiting for 1 minute, he refreshed Jing Muye's account and found a new one.

"TP-Moon: Baby is here. // @TP-Aspen: Back to base, thank you for your concern."

The author has something to say:

I'm sorry everyone, it took a few days to update qaq, and I didn't dare to read the comments. I hope everyone will forgive me.

Should I write a daily routine for a while?Let's talk about love too.

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!