gentle captain zheng

He must be very sad.When Jiang Mingchen thought this way, his heart felt like it was blocked by a large ball of cotton soaked in water. Not only could he not breathe, but he was also very embarrassed and uncomfortable.

He dragged Zheng Xuan into this muddy water without authorization, and then left without authorization.

If there is a chance to go back to the beginning, Jiang Mingchen must stop himself from harming Zheng Xuan.Although he can't ensure that he can successfully stop himself.

Because...it's too warm.

Zheng Xuan is like the only floating board on the sea surface, and Jiang Mingchen has been soaking in the cold, dark and gloomy sea for too long, so he is too eager to ask for help, so he clings to this floating board without hesitation , I was finally able to stick my head out of the sea for a moment, saw the clear sky, and was exposed to the warm sunshine.

However, they almost sank together with the originally good floating board in their arms.

This was not Jiang Mingchen's original intention. He intended to be rescued by the floating board, rather than dragging the floating board to die at the bottom of the sea.

"What do you think?"

Jiang Mingchen suddenly came back to his senses, looked at Zhao Liao who was approaching him vigilantly, his heart skipped a beat, and he said after a while, "I miss my mother."

Zhao Liao said with a half-smile: "She is very nice, if you have anything to think about, you should think about me more."

Jiang Mingchen lowered his eyes and said nothing.

Zhao Liao stared at him for a while, and then moved closer. The hot and humid breath made Jiang Mingchen feel uncomfortable, but he didn't dare to move rashly, his body was stiff and cold.

Finally Zhao Liao kissed him on the cheek and said with a smile, "This is a reward."

This is obviously a punishment, no, a punishment.Jiang Mingchen thought in his heart.

"I've been cooperating well in building a team, is it worth being rewarded by you?" Zhao Liao asked in a low voice.

Jiang Mingchen didn't want to talk at first, but after being urged several times by him, he had no choice but to say, "The team is your own."

"It belongs to both of us." Zhao Liao gently held his hand, "Why is it so cold?"

Ask knowingly.Because I am afraid of you, because I hate you, you can choose whichever answer you like.

Jiang Mingchen felt disgusted in his heart.

Just as Zhao Liao was about to speak, he stopped again. The corner of his mouth twitched, and he said, "Okay, you continue."

After speaking, Zhao Liao went to the training room.

Jiang Mingchen didn't care where he was going or what he was going to do. Seeing him gone, he felt that the air was fresh, so he took this opportunity to watch Zheng Xuan's trumpet for half a minute longer.What's particularly mysterious is that just like this, they will draw the strength to continue to support.

Just looking at the ID in the game, just looking at the system avatar in the game, it seems that Zheng Xuan himself is by his side, as if he can see Zheng Xuan's smiling face, feel his warm hands, and hear his gentle voice.

Jiang Mingchen was crazy for a while, and didn't dare to show it too obviously. After all, the training room is full of Zhao Liao's dog legs, who knows if they will be idle and complain.

After thinking about it, Jiang Mingchen turned off the friend interface, took a cup to fetch water, and happened to walk to the window sill and look out to relax his eyes, but was suddenly startled.He saw Zhao Liao running out of the Jinshi training camp in the drizzle, and paid for roasted sweet potatoes on the side of the road.

When Jiang Mingchen was a child, he liked to eat roasted sweet potatoes. After going abroad, he missed it very much. Occasionally, he was greedy and told his mother, and his mother made two in the oven. Jiang Mingchen and Zhao Liao each held one, and sat on the steps of the small garden. Eat with a spoon.

At that time, the two were not very close, Zhao Liaoming still maintained a picky and arrogant look on his face, saying that it was too bad to eat, and in the end he left a clean skin that he was about to scrape through with a spoon.

Jiang Mingchen ate slowly, so when he saw this, he handed him what he hadn't finished eating, and said very friendly, "Here you are."

Zhao Liao was very disdainful: "You can't finish it?"

Just as Jiang Mingchen was about to explain, Zhao Liao said again: "Forget it, don't waste it if you can't finish it, I'll eat it."

"..."

Jiang Mingchen suppressed a smile and said, "Okay, then thank you, that's great."

……

Zhao Liao ran back to the training room like a whirlwind with two roasted sweet potatoes in his hands, and said to Jiang Mingchen like offering a treasure, "Here you are."

Jiang Mingchen said calmly, "I'm not hungry."

"Hold warm hands." Zhao Liao said.

Jiang Mingchen said, "I poured hot water."

Zhao Liao's smile froze for a moment, and his voice became colder, he asked, "Do you want it?"

This kind of tone was a precursor to Zhao Liao's anger, Jiang Mingchen knew it all too well, his heart trembled, he took the roasted sweet potato patiently, and said, "Thank you."

Zhao Liao stood next to his seat, watching him condescendingly hold the roasted sweet potato in his hands, then he hummed, and went back to his seat to start a game to find someone to PK.

After the p, Zhao Liao let out a little breath, turned his head to glance at Jiang Mingchen, but was startled.

Jiang Mingchen still maintained the posture just now, sitting quietly on the chair, with his back a little hunched, holding the two roasted sweet potatoes in his hands, his eyes seemed to be out of focus, and he lowered his head and stared at the edge of the computer table in a daze.

In fact, just holding it like this, the roasted sweet potato is very hot, and Jiang Mingchen felt that the heat had pierced into the palm of his hand.But he still remained like this.

Zhao Liao asked him to take it, and he took it. This is a mission.

In fact, he knew that this was a very stupid behavior. He felt uncomfortable and might anger Zhao Liao.But he couldn't resist the urge.

Because, I feel very humiliated, and I even look down on my own sense of humiliation.

Why dare not resist?Why not resist?

But I just dare not.

However, in addition to such daring, there is still a small group of stubbornness and dignity that require him to make a little gesture of rejection, as if this can win back a little bit of self-esteem.

...Although, I also know that this is self-deception.

Everyone in the training room knows everything, they know it, they're watching it, they're laughing behind their backs.They must have never seen a weaker and more ridiculous person.

Every time Jiang Mingchen thought of this, he wanted to disappear from this world immediately.

"What are you doing?" Zhao Liao's voice sounded again.

Jiang Mingchen opened his mouth, wanting to answer "warm hands", but he never made a sound.

As long as he answered in this way, Zhao Liao and himself were on the same level. Even if Zhao Liao was unhappy, he would laugh, and as long as he laughed, he would let the matter go lightly.

But the rest of the people in the training room were still there, and about half of them had already turned down the volume in their earphones to the minimum. They must have felt amused when they heard their answer.

After all, you see, this is such a cowardly product.

Jiang Mingchen was trapped by his completely redundant and useless self-esteem, he didn't say anything, but straightened his waist slightly and secretly.

Tang Dongjun, who was sitting next to him on the other side, broke the sudden and long awkward silence, deliberately reached out his hand to Jiang Mingchen's eyes, and smoothed things over: "You're back to your senses, what time did you go to bed last night? Hey, I didn't say that, Liao, it's not just Jiang Mingchen, we didn't wake up, okay, you just adjust the time when you suddenly say to adjust the time, why don't you give us some time to get used to it, last night it was too early to fall asleep, and today it is too early to wake up. "

In other words, Tangdong County has been a peacemaker all year round. Others have no such interest. They still wear earphones and look at the computer pretending not to hear, or lower their heads to play with their phones.

Zhao Liao knew what Tang Dongjun meant, thought for a while, walked down the steps, and said angrily, "Tune it yourself, do you think there is something wrong with me? The biological clock has been adjusted for two days by force." Then he said to Jiang Mingchen, "Chen Chen, if you are really sleepy, lie down for a while."

At this time, He Chang suddenly regained his hearing, turned his head and said, "Why can't I have a party? I'm sleepy too."

"Get lost." Zhao Liao cursed, "We'll talk about it after you beat me the fuck up."

"I'm a baby, baby." He Changsheng said indifferently.

Zhao Liao said coldly, "It's none of my business, I'm not interested in knowing."

"..." He Chang angrily continued to practice, banging on the keyboard to vent his anger.

Seeing that Jiang Mingchen was still motionless, Tang Dongjun waved his hand again, and said with a smile, "I really fell asleep while sitting."

Zhao Liao saw that he had laid all the steps here, and Jiang Mingchen was still looking dead, the anger in his heart suddenly rose to the top of his head, and he shouted each word in a cold voice: "Jiang Mingchen."

Tang Dongjun had no choice but to pat Jiang Mingchen's shoulder, trying his best to make the big thing into a small one: "Jiang Mingchen, I'm calling you, it's time to wake up."

Jiang Mingchen still didn't respond.

It wasn't until one second before Zhao Liao was about to attack that Jiang Mingchen suddenly said: "Captain Zhao." It was as if he had just woken up from a dream.

Zhao Liao clenched his fists and asked patiently, "What?"

"I suddenly have a stomachache. Today's personal training is over, can I ask for leave and go back to the dormitory to rest?" Jiang Mingchen said nonsense that everyone in the room knew was nonsense.

Zhao Liao was silent for ten seconds, and said, "OK."

"Thank you." Jiang Mingchen turned off the computer, hesitated, and took the roasted sweet potatoes out of the training room when he left.

Alas, there is no play to watch.He Chang thought a little regretfully, and was about to calm down and finish the boring training, when he suddenly saw Zhao Liao going out with him, and hurriedly asked, "Hey, what about me? Can I leave after finishing this training?"

Zhao Liao ignored him.

Zhang Xu rolled his eyes towards the ceiling, leaned against the back of the chair, and looked at him speechlessly: "Can you beep less?"

Jiang Mingchen took the roasted sweet potatoes out of the training room just to finish the steps Zhao Liao gave him.

That little self-esteem didn't give him all the courage and energy to straighten his back to the bottom, and that's why he looked down on himself.Being unable to be completely humble, and unable to really have the courage to resist, is the most disgusting thing in this world.

Taking a deep breath, he quickly went back to his single room in the dormitory, threw the roasted sweet potato into the trash can, sat on his stomach at the table and recalled every bit of the time when he got along with Zheng Xuan to heal himself.

I don't know how long it took, maybe not long, when Jiang Mingchen suddenly heard a knock on the door and Zhao Liao's voice: "Open the door, me."

Jiang Mingchen stared at the door panel with vigilance and hatred for an instant.

"Anyway, I have the key." Zhao Liao sneered, "If you want to lock it, I'll kick the door for you until it breaks down. You can do it yourself."

Jiang Mingchen felt that he could hardly breathe.

Zhao Liao, like that kind of alien invasive creature, spread across the entire sea surface, depriving Jiang Mingchen below the sea of ​​oxygen.

He thought for a while, swallowed hard, went to the trash can, picked out the two baked sweet potatoes and put them on the table, and then opened the door.

Zhao Liao pushed him away, entered the room, glanced at the roasted sweet potatoes on the table, looked a little relieved, and said with a smile, "I thought you were going to throw it away."

Jiang Mingchen didn't speak.

"Aren't your hands cold?" Zhao Liao took his hand, "Why are you still cold?"

Jiang Mingchen whispered, "It's cold."

Zhao Liao went to turn on the air conditioner: "Then you should wear more."

"Yes." Jiang Mingchen replied.

"Don't eat?" Zhao Liao pointed to the sweet potatoes on the table again.

Jiang Mingchen didn't want to eat the roasted sweet potatoes he just took out of the trash can, so he said, "It's cold."

"You are really spoiled by me." Zhao Liao was poked at the point of Jiang Mingchen's incomprehensible and uninterested laugh, and he said happily, "It's okay, I'm used to being coquettish."

Jiang Mingchen felt that if he didn't see a doctor, his brain might be eaten up by worms.