Exclusive [E-sports]

South Street No. [-] Middle School is a public school with a long history and strong teachers in H City. It has both junior high school and high school. It covers a very large area. Although the building is old, it has the momentum of a century-old school. Blankets were laid directly from the school gate to the celebration hall.

There were members of the student union who were responsible for the reception. Under the leadership of the teacher, they presented bouquets and gifts to the heavyweight guests who came to the school celebration today. Among them, there were many children from poor families but excellent grades. Thank you to business people who have donated to the school.

Without the generosity of these people, they would not have been able to continue their studies at Nanjie No. [-] Middle School.

Jing Muye was also one of them.

He has a special status today, not only as an honorary alumnus, but also sitting in the front guest seat instead of Jing Tianze, who was unable to attend because of business, and was surrounded by people from all walks of life.

At that time, Jing Muye abandoned the aristocratic school on a whim, and went to the Laonan Street, the furthest away from his home, to study in high school. Not only did his father Jing Tianze not object, he also sponsored a lot of money to the school with a big wave of his hand. His gratitude is still in the school on the list.

The celebration started, and the programs that the students had rehearsed for a long time came on stage one by one.

In the corner next to the stage, a teenager in a hooded black shirt stood quietly in the darkness.

The brighter the lights on the stage, the darker his place between the curtain and the sound system became. The music beside his ears exploded to the point that it was about to penetrate his eardrums, but he didn't seem to feel it. He only looked at the audience with fiery eyes. .

Jing Muye rarely wore a silver-gray suit, with the same black hair, sharp eyebrows and eyes, wide shoulders and narrow waist, long legs overlapping naturally in a stretched posture, exuding a contradictory but sexy fatal attraction.

For no reason, Ji Yang felt thirsty.

He has seen many appearances of Jing Muye. When he was young, he saw him sweating on the court in an orange-red sportswear, he watched him roll up his school uniform trousers and walk in the hallway where he was laughing and playing, and he saw him wearing a high collar in winter. Sweater leaned quietly on the shelf of the library and flipped through books, watching him throw the black backpack with the books in his hand into the trash can with chic movements and a relaxed expression.

He originally thought that from the moment this person officially graduated from high school, he and him would have no intersection at all, like a god who came to the mortal world to experience suffering, and would return to the sky after rolling through the mortal world, and no matter how much he looked up, I can no longer glimpse any corner of his life.

Until he saw him again from the e-sports field.

As a result, Jing Muye had another image in his imagination, and the one who appeared in his dreams more often was Jing Muye who was wearing the Temp team uniform and kissing him in front of a table full of e-sports equipment.

How despicable he is, dare to blaspheme him again and again in the dream.

And now, when he had the chance to look at him so close again, he felt nothing but a burning thirst.

The wound on the palm of his hand was clenched so hot that it was soaked with warm moisture. He licked his lips, trying to fully remember Jing Muye's appearance in a suit.

Perhaps it was because the team still had something to do, and Jing Muye didn't stay in the auditorium for long.

Anyway, the photos that should be taken and the posture that should be shown are already in place. Before the performance on the stage was halfway through, he got up and whispered a few words to the principal, and then walked out accompanied by several leaders.

Ji Yang then jumped down from the side of the stage and knelt down fiercely on the ground. The host who was checking his lines looked at him dumbfounded, and then watched the man get up and limped out.

The sun is very strong today.

With his hands in his pockets, Ji Yang walked slowly with his back bent.

The few people in front were chatting and laughing all the way, and the distance was getting closer. In a trance, he seemed to be able to hear Jing Muye's deep and magnetic voice, mixed with the slightly vicissitudes of the middle-aged man's thick voice, fragmentary, and more attractive to listen to .

Ji Yang restrained himself not to cross the line, and always kept a certain distance.

But maybe his appearance was too weird, a sharp-eyed student stared at him for a while, and then stepped forward to stop him.

"Hey... Hey hello! Are you a senior attending the school celebration?"

The student grabs him, but drags him where he was hurt.

Ji Yang almost trembled all over, and subconsciously shook his hands and turned his head. At that moment, his expression was so sinister that the student was startled and took a few steps back.

"Learn...senior."

The young high school student looked at the man in front of him—a hooded black shirt, long hair covering his eyes, a pair of very large and heavy black-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, only a small part of his fair-skinned chin was exposed, and his lips were red.Although he is dressed strangely, it is not difficult to see that he is young, like a big brother who fears socializing and is not good at speaking.

He settled down and tried to do a good job of guiding today: "Our school celebration ceremony has already begun, go this way."

Without seeing Jing Muye, Ji Yang's bruises began to burn again.

Enduring the pain as hard as he could, he glanced at the badge on the student's uniform—it was a medal awarded only to sponsored students who received the highest level of scholarship, and tried to ease his expression: "I know the way, don't follow me."

After finishing speaking, Ji Yang turned around in a hurry, trying to keep up with the group of people not far away again.

But the student refused to give up and continued to follow him: "Senior, you are not going this way, your direction is reversed..."

Seeing that Jing Muye was about to walk out of the school gate under the welcome of a group of people, and he could not even see the shadow of him, Ji Yang was a little impatient, and took two quick steps with his injured legs.

Just this time, the next time I can see him at such a close distance, I don't know when it will be.

The students beside him called him: "Senior..."

Ji Yang couldn't hold back and waved his hands: "Don't follow me!"

I didn't expect that student just came close, and he hit the man's eye with the back of his hand. The boy cried out in pain unexpectedly, and took several steps back while covering his face.

The leaders at the front turned their heads when they heard the sound, and one of them, the dean, happened to know the student, frowned and said coldly: "Hey! What are you doing!"

The dean thought that someone was making things difficult for the students and even beat them, so he took a few strides to this side and said loudly: "Speak up if you have something to say, why beat the students!"

The eyes of the surroundings immediately focused, and Ji Yang turned his back almost immediately, his heartbeat was beating like a drum, so loud that he couldn't hear other people's speech at all.If... If Jing Muye was included in the scrutiny of these people.

Jing Muye... Are you looking at him?

The moment he stepped out of the school gate, Jing Muye did take a look at the place that caused some commotion.

He just glanced casually, and when he turned to walk away, he suddenly remembered that the clothes of the person accused in the middle looked familiar, but when he turned his head again, the figure in the hoodie had been obscured and could no longer be seen.

After finally dismissing the people from all walks of life accompanying him, Jing Muye got into the vehicle sent by the Jing family.

When he was seated in the back row, he breathed a rare sigh of relief, loosened the tie in front of his shirt with a little irritability, raised his eyes, and met the eyes of the driver looking at him in the rearview mirror.

The driver smiled apologetically: "I'm sorry, it's rare to see Master Xiaojing... I took a second look."

Jing Muye let out a lazy "Hmm", and didn't want to pursue it with anyone, so he lowered his head to check his phone, and just happened to send a WeChat message from his brother Jing Muyuan——

"Are you going home today?"

Jing Muye didn't hesitate, and called back.

"not going back."

He tilted his head against the back of the chair, opened the car window to breathe, and said in a cold tone, "I'm done participating in the event, what about what you promised me?"

There was a chuckle on the phone.

Jing Muyuan was sitting by the French windows of a certain overseas building, playing with the priceless specimen box in his hand, and comforting his younger brother: "Don't worry, I've come to see it, your precious butterfly specimen is still there, no one has touched it."

Ji Yang dragged his injured body back to the rented room. In the early spring weather, he was sweating profusely.

New WeChat messages kept popping up on the phone, all of them were customers who wanted to invite him to play with him these days.The anchor who made him a two-week list before has more than Niannian to prepare for the anchor competition, but it has completely quieted down in recent days.

The shower head was turned on, and a smoky mist soon evaporated in the bathroom.

He undressed one by one, until only a thin and scarred body remained.

Taking off his glasses, hot water poured down from the top of his head, and Ji Yang gathered his long hair, revealing his white and smooth forehead and clean eyebrows.He breathed in the gap of the water flow, and one of his lips turned a softer crimson. He lowered his eyes and stared at the direction below, and after a while, he gently held it up.

Closing his eyes, what he imagined was still Jing Muye in suit and leather shoes, looking at him with a cold and disdainful expression.

He admitted that he was guilty.

After taking a shower and packing everything, Ji Yang logged into his steam account, randomly picked a regular customer from among his WeChat friends to take an order, and when he was about to enter the game, he realized that he had registered the wrong number.

The friend applications that came to say hello were almost full of messages. He glanced casually, and his eyes fell on the top ID that invited him to play the host game.

Blueen.

Ji Yang stared at it for a few seconds, and finally turned off the panel with a cold sneer.

After changing the account, he played a few rounds with the boss, and still carried the whole game in a one-to-three situation. The number of kills and damage calculated in each round was ridiculously high.

The whole speech is also very concise:

"Jump."

"gone."

"do not move."

It wasn't until the surrounding teams were cleared that he said neatly: "It's over."

The shivering boss who was hiding in the room just now came out to lick the bag, and made a happy voice while licking: "Boss, you are so awesome, if I were a woman, I would definitely chase you. "

He waited in line for a few days before he got on the "Aspen" list. This kind of game experience that only needs to be brainless to lick the box is not too wonderful. He even wanted to light a string of firecrackers in the game to celebrate the fun.

"If you want me to say, big brother, your skills can really beat those big anchors on the live broadcast platform. A few days ago, I got into the water friend's car of the first brother of Red Star, You Yi. Damn—" The lighter sounded, and he clicked He took a cigarette, took a deep breath, and said, "It turned out to be a cheater. After two rounds, let alone the final round, he didn't make it to the third round. I just heard him beeping and beeping on the barrage."

Ji Yang didn't speak, but silently threw all kinds of medical supplies and firearms to the boss.

The boss was happy again, raised his legs happily, and said in a gossip tone: "I also heard that in this anchor competition, he also invited the fourth in the Asian server. He bragged so much to him that he was scheduled to be the champion. Tsk, just listen to his bragging, when I saw Luna come to be a guest, it would be strange not to reveal the prototype to him."

Ji Yang's gun went off.

He even forgot to dodge when the sniper from the opposite side approached, 98K cut off nearly two-thirds of his blood volume, his character stood blankly at the window of the room area, Ji Yang opened his mouth: " ……What did you say?"

"what?"

The boss was squatting next to him, seeing Aspen not hiding, the precarious blood volume made him anxious: "Boss, hurry up and spray medicine! Someone beat you!"

Ji Yang followed and squatted down, and the two figures just squatted in the corner of the room and looked at each other. After a long silence, Ji Yang suppressed the trembling in his voice: "You just said that Luna will be a guest?"

"correct."

The boss scratched his head, a little confused: "Boss, are you also a Luna fan? The guest lineup just announced today seems to be Jian Yangyang, but two days ago there was news that Jian Yangyang recently suffered from enteritis from eating and drinking. After entering the hospital, Luna personally took over."

Ji Yang lowered his head, his eyes fell on the keyboard, a little empty.

The face of Jing Muye he saw this morning appeared in his mind. At that time, they were obviously so close, as if they could be touched by reaching out, just a few feet away.

The longing that he didn't dare to breed before, tightened his heart at this moment.

Ji Yang couldn't care about the game anymore, he took out his mobile phone and quickly searched out the WeChat that was more than a year old.

14:13

Aspen: Brother Yu, can I still join the anchor competition you mentioned earlier?

Aspen: I want to.

Aspen: Please.