Exclusive [E-sports]

Jing Muye's words were like a thorn, directly piercing the hearts of everyone present.

Ji Yang, who used to be the poorest, most transparent, and looked down upon by everyone in the class, is now an e-sports player with an annual salary of tens of millions?

It's not that they don't know Jing Muye well. According to sporadic rumors, the rich second generation Jing Muye spent a lot of money to form an e-sports team. As a result, the team swept all major domestic and foreign competition trophies and became famous. Skyrocketing has become an astronomical figure that ordinary people can't even dream of.

To reach this level, talent, strength, and hard work are all indispensable.There have always been only a few people standing at the top of the pyramid.

Now, Jing Muye told them that Ji Yang was one of them on the top of the pyramid.

Everyone's eyes changed instantly.

Unbelievable, hot, jealous, and envious eyes fell on the man in Jing Muye's arms. Even though they were in this ivory tower on campus, they couldn't hide their emotions, and Fang Sheng staggered even more. Staggering back two steps, he murmured: "No...it's impossible."

He is the chosen one. He has a wealthy family and a small fortune. He performed well in the college entrance examination and was admitted to a 211 undergraduate school. His future is bright. How could it be that Ji Yang, who is rolling in the mud and cannot read books, can Compared with it?

Fang Sheng's face turned pale, and he turned to question Zhou Lei: "Didn't you say that he is just a computer repairman?"

Zhou Lei's forehead was tense, he didn't expect that the person he looked down on would get mixed up with a young master like Jing Muye. The moment he recognized Ji Yang, he subconsciously thought that this person was still the same as before. He could dominate him and crush him as he wished, but he never expected that Ji Yang would become the ace player in Jing Muye's team?

Jing Muye's eyes seemed to follow Fang Sheng's words, he felt as if he had been slapped silently, he gritted his teeth and stood there without saying a word.

"Ah."

A chuckle.

The deep and textured voice that belonged exclusively to the youth sounded: "I don't care what you think, if there is any news about Ji Yang's school in the future on the Internet..."

Jing Muye paused for a moment, his gaze swept over everyone's face: "None of you can run away."

Zhou Lei is usually used to being aggressive outside. When he heard Jing Muye's words, he subconsciously frowned, and his anger burned from his heart. He subconsciously wanted to refute, wanted to ask why, but when his eyes touched Jing Muye, he subconsciously suppressed it .

Suddenly, Ji Yang pulled away the gray suit jacket covering his body.

Under the bright light of the box, he revealed his dark eyes, and said softly, "Captain, let me down."

Jing Muye lowered his head, and the sharp and sharp arc of his jaw became gentle, "Can you still walk?"

Ji Yang didn't speak, but when he struggled, Jing Muye let go of his strength, and the boy slipped from his arms.

The dizziness and unresponsiveness caused by drunkenness were still there, and Ji Yang stood still and looked at everyone.

I didn't refute when I was pointed at my nose like that before, but I just didn't bother arguing with these people.He has passed the age when he would be sad if he was laughed at by others. What's more, what these people think of him has never been within the scope of his consideration.

And now...

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Ji Yang walked back to the table. He picked up another bottle of beer on the table, opened the bottle neatly, and poured the drink on Fang Sheng's head slowly.

Everyone was silent.

Everyone watched as the pale yellow liquor rushed out of the narrow opening, drenching Fang Sheng all over his head.

As for Fang Sheng himself, apart from opening his mouth to breathe, he didn't show any resistance.

There is no other reason. Ji Yang's eyes are too cold and sharp. When he looks straight at him like that, it can make people lose all courage to act.

After pouring, Ji Yang put the beer bottle back on the table, turned to Zhou Lei and said, "I helped you finish what you didn't finish before, now, you can continue."

After speaking, Ji Yang walked back to Jing Muye.

He raised his head, looked at Jing Muye with wet puppy eyes, and said softly, "Captain, let's go."

Before leaving, Jing Muye stopped the girl nicknamed "Sunflower" who led him to the box.

"Excuse me, please send me a copy of the video you took before. In addition, I hope you will not spread these videos any more."

Ever since she brought Jing Muye over and saw the dispute in the box, Sunflower had been cautiously hiding in a small corner and hadn't moved. She had sneaked a peek at the whole situation, and was a little frightened at the moment, and spoke repeatedly to Jing Muye. He nodded and said yes, then took the initiative to mention that her friend also took the video later, and asked Jing Muye if he wanted it.

Jing Muye nodded, promised that he would give her a red envelope, and emphasized to her again that the video must be deleted before going downstairs with Ji Yang.

When Jing Muye and Ji Yang were completely out of sight, the people in the box seemed to have been released from the "fixing point", and started to move around in whispers.

Someone happened to be sitting by the window of the private room. Looking down at the window, he saw Jing Muye leading Ji Yang into a black luxury car. Too rich."

Fang Sheng was the first to hold back, and rushed out with his hair drenched in wine.

Ji Yang smelled heavily of alcohol.

Most of it came from the beer that was sprayed and splashed on his body before. They soaked Ji Yang's entire black gown. The smell of alcohol also dissipated.

Therefore, Ji Yang was concerned about his sloppy body, and almost didn't want to get in Jing Muye's car.

As a result, Jing Muye forced him into the co-pilot without saying a word, leaned over to fasten his seat belt for him, and then closed the door and turned into the cab.

Ji Yang's head was still a little dizzy.

Jing Muye turned on the warm air circulation system in the car, tried his best to control the temperature inside the car within a comfortable range for Ji Yang, then leaned his body into the back seat, and only realized that it was his brother's car halfway through the exploration. There are no other spare clothes.

He stared at Ji Yang and frowned: "Let's go to the hotel to take a hot shower first, and then change out the wet clothes."

Ji Yang lowered his head slowly, the cold clothes were blown by the warm wind inside the car, dispelling some of the coolness.

The scene that happened in the hotel box before reappeared in front of his eyes again, he grabbed his drenched sleeves tightly, his black eyelashes like crow feathers trembled slowly, after thinking for two seconds, he said: "Don't go to the hotel. "

Jing Muye looked over, Ji Yang's blushing cheeks due to drunkenness became more and more delicate under the light of the car lights, he leaned over, looked down at Ji Yang's eyes, and asked, "What's wrong?"

It's still those dark and beautiful pupils, the closer they are, the more deceptive they are.

Jing Muye's voice became much softer: "It's too late to go back to the base, and the journey is long. Let's go to the hotel to rest tonight, shall we?"

Ji Yang blinked slowly.

His fingers were tightly twisted in an invisible place, and after a moment of silence, he whispered, "Go to my rented house, it's not far away."

The Bentley that had been standing still for a long time finally started.

Jing Muye concentrated on driving, and answered several calls on the way. Ji Yang quietly listened to his orderly arrangements, and quietly changed his posture.

He was curled up like a small animal in the corner of the co-pilot by the window, Jing Muye's suit jacket was still draped over him, and the pleasant smell of pine wood lingered faintly at the tip of his nose, so he used this jacket to cover it, only He revealed a pair of eyes and stared at Jing Muye intently.

At the third traffic light intersection, Jing Muye slammed on the brakes, and just finished his call with Assistant Jing's family. His eyes were still fixed on the front, and his voice was a little hoarse: "You like to look at me so much?"

Ji Yang moved a bit.

Jing Muye thought he would hear another rebuttal, but he didn't expect the young man to reply in that pleasant voice, "Yes, I like it."

Jing Muye glanced at him sideways.

At the moment when the red light turned green, Jing Muye stepped on the accelerator, with a smile in his voice: "If you don't want me to drive, you can continue watching. I don't mind stopping first to satisfy your preference."

There is something in the words.

Ji Yang thought for a few seconds before realizing what Jing Muye meant, his heartbeat instantly exploded, his first reaction was to turn his head away from looking at Jing Muye, turned his head halfway, and then turned back hesitantly.

He still stared at Jing Muye, looking at him with nostalgic and longing eyes that should have been hidden in a corner all his life.

The current Jing Muye is simply more charming than the distant, unapproachable, golden light-like god in the past, because this light has completely shone on him, and why should he not be obsessed with him?

Sensing Ji Yang's gaze, Jing Muye gripped the steering wheel tightly.

When the child drank too much, he really behaved a lot, and it also made him... hard to restrain himself.

The emotions that had been accumulated in his heart for a long time and had no place to release rose to the extreme again at this moment, Jing Muye honked the horn seemingly calmly, and said, "Okay, I haven't seen you for a few days, you really have become more courageous now." .”

After speaking, Bentley completed the overtaking very neatly and started to speed up.

It was already eleven o'clock in the evening when we arrived at Ji Yang's rented room near the Internet cafe.

The deserted alley in the middle of the night is so quiet that the old house casts a large continuous shadow under the faint moonlight. The headlights of the cars swept by and quickly dimmed. Bentley stopped at one of the buildings and turned off the lights. fire.

Ji Yang got out of the car first, and the two walked into the corridor one after the other. It was too dark here, and there were no lights. He tried his best to identify the keys in the dark, but the slight sound of footsteps stayed behind him, and the sense of oppression came as expected.

After all, Jing Muye was much taller than him, and the two of them were close to each other. When inserting and pulling out the key, their elbows could touch the chest of the person behind them. Every breath, this kind of secret and ambiguity bred by the darkness Ji Yang couldn't help shaking his hands.

Fortunately, after the fourth attempt, the door finally opened.

Ji Yang fumbled to turn on the light, the old incandescent lamp flickered a few times and turned on, the rented house was empty.

"There is a bed in the room."

Ji Yang explained, and walked in with Jing Muye.

Jing Muye had been in this house last time, but at that time his full attention was on Ji Xiaochun, and he didn't pay attention to look at this house. Looking around now, it is so cramped and shabby that it makes people feel sad.

Jing Muye's eyes fell on the damp walls and scratched floor tiles, he couldn't imagine that Ji Yang lived in this environment for several years.

A secret and continuous heartache rose from the bottom of his heart, and when he turned his eyes, Ji Yang had already pulled out the bedding from the cabinet neatly.

"These are all I kept here before. The sheets and quilts have been washed in the sun and can still be used."

With that said, Ji Yang started to make the bed.

Jing Muye paused on the spot for a few seconds, stepped forward and hugged the boy tightly from behind.

This young man's back is really thin and thin. Jing Muye never knew before that a 19-year-old kid could bear so much suffering in life. He held Ji Yang's waist tightly, and kissed his neck softly with his thin lips side.

Ji Yang couldn't help closing his eyes: "...Brother Ye."

Jing Muye snatched the things from his hand, turned him over again, the two looked at each other for a moment, Jing Muye lightly pecked Ji Yang's lips.

"You go take a shower first, don't catch a cold, I'll make the bed."

Ji Yang frowned, not very agreeing: "...Brother Ye, this made me—"

"obedient."

Jing Muye's voice was deep and gentle, and a single command made Ji Yang dumbfounded.

Ji Yang rummaged in the corner of the cabinet, and finally carried some clothes into the bathroom without knowing what.

Not long after the person entered, he poked his head out quickly, revealing a small half of his body that had been stripped off, and said embarrassedly: "...Brother Ye, I forgot that I don't have any soap here."

On the way to the convenience store to buy toiletries, Jing Muye received a video from "Sunflower".

As he walked and watched, he basically sorted out what happened at the class reunion tonight.

At the same time, he also got a few pieces of information by accident.

One, Ji Yang stole his school uniform jacket when he was in junior high school.

The video said that he was an influential figure surnamed Jing, who was also valued by the school, and he did lose his school uniform once in high school.It's just that he didn't expect that a teacher would search the whole school after learning of this by accident, and even find out the little guy who picked up his school uniform.He didn't take it seriously at the time, and he didn't care when he heard that the man sold his school uniform later.

Second, when Ji Yang was in junior high school, he often peeped at him outside the studio.

He was highly suspicious that Ji Yang knew about him before. Fang Sheng said that Ji Yang would stay outside the studio for an entire afternoon. Jing Muye didn't believe that Ji Yang was there to see the beautiful girls, but he did like to stay in the studio for a while.

Otherwise, how to explain the goddess butterfly tattoo on Ji Yang's body?

Jing Muye had already thought of [-] postures for sharpening his knife to Ji Yang in his mind, and he couldn't help but speed up his pace on the way back.

And when he returned to the rented house, Ji Yang couldn't wait any longer.

Most of his body leaned out of the bathroom, and under the dim indoor light, he stretched out a wet, steaming hand towards Jing Muye.

"too hot."

"I felt like I was going to be soaked in hot water," he said.

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