After posting this Weibo, Shen Qi slightly leaned back on the chair with some comfort, even crossed his legs, half pursed his lips, and scratched his chin with his fingers.
Because he was wearing a mask, He Bin could only see his exposed eyes half-drooping.
He Bin moved his gaze to Rongjing again, and let out an inexplicable smile.
Rong Jing, who was sitting in front, seemed to be aware of it, turned his head and glanced at him, with a little haze in his eyes.
Yesterday, when BIG deliberately targeted him, Rongjing now sees that He Bin has a nameless fire in his heart.
If it wasn't for the opening wave of BIG's bullying, he would not have been eliminated.
He Bin didn't seem to be aware of his hostility. He smiled slightly on his originally vicious face, and even nodded very friendly towards Rong Jing.
Rong Jing sneered, not even willing to say hello.
He Bin looked back and saw Shen Qi shrugging his shoulders, he should be smiling very happily.
He Bin: ...
He glanced at the comments on Weibo and focused on the game.
Shen Qi is naturally in a good mood now, after all, he was a little satisfied in the morning.
He lowered his head and continued to send messages to his brother.
Brother Qi: Brother QWQ, the baby was slandered
Your brother Qi: Brother QWQ, the baby is not happy anymore, the baby needs a kiss from his brother to be happy
fmy: go back and kiss
Fu Mingyuan responded almost in seconds.
Du Jing, who was sitting beside him and watched others make up the shots, came to him and just wanted to say that he had asked the public relations department to take hundreds of trumpets to attack people, and he accidentally glanced at the screen.
go back pro.
Duke: ? ?
Needle eye.
However, Fu Mingyuan still looked as if nothing had happened, as if he just made a very ordinary sentence.
Du Jing glanced at Fu Mingyuan's ear reflexively.
No red.
Aware of Du Jing's gaze, Fu Mingyuan lifted his eyelids and glanced at him lightly, then lowered his eyes and continued typing slowly.
fmy: don't be unhappy, i'll fix it
fmy: watch the game well, come pick me up at night
Seeing this, Shen Qi smiled and even laughed a little.
Not to mention, this feeling of being sheltered is quite comfortable.
The heart has softened a lot.
He restrained his smile, the expression on his face became serious, the tip of his tongue touched his upper lip, and his mouth always felt a hint of sweetness overflowing.
Brother Qi: Okay, brother QWQ, wait for me
After a minute, the other party replied—
fmy: hmm
fmy: baby
Shen Qi's heart slammed twice.
He closed the phone, pinched the fingers of his left hand on the mask, his knuckles were taut, his fingertips were red, and the pinched half of his cheek sank.
The toes pushed back unconsciously, and an indescribable sense of shame spread from the head to the soles of the feet.
Even the toes hidden in the shoes curled up.
His cheeks also started to get hot.
Even the eyes and ears have a tendency to get hot.
He couldn't see it himself, and his face was already red.
The numbness all over the body lasted for more than half an hour before gradually dissipating.
The first game of Group B is drawing to a close.
There are three players left in the EVE team.
A total of 8 points per head.
The remaining two teams each have one player left, and both choose Gou.
HUOJ's performance in this game was not very good, with 2 points per head, and the team ranked eighth.
Game 1 is over, half-time —
Jiang Zhuangzhuang, the manager of M1G, squeezed in from behind the crowd, pulling Rongjing's arm with an unsightly expression, and walked to the rest room reserved for the players behind.
The three remaining teammates of M1G looked at each other, wondering what was going on.
Without the captain by his side, Ye Lai suddenly relaxed.
He opened his eyes wide and looked at the other two members of M1G beside him, then took out his mobile phone to send a message to Shen Qi.
At this time, the audience on the field gradually became restless, and the topic that was originally discussing the game gradually became deviated.
Because yesterday's "recording incident" has a follow-up.
Angry himself tweeted.
Still the straight forward one.
For fans who really like Angry, this is a great thing.
Their god A finally appeared!
Fans who have endured a day without going to Weibo to fight feel like they are about to cry.
He's still the A God.
The last Weibo was still stuck in the sentence "Go home and inherit the family property".
Their wait was really worth it.
In the audience, I don't know who exclaimed - "A god is really just TM".
Gradually, there was a small quarrel in the crowd, which gradually subsided as the second game began.
Lu Tun and Xu Leng, who were sitting in the back row, glanced at Weibo.
Lu Tun's eyes were sore, and he grabbed Xu Leng's hand excitedly: "Wuwuwu idol is really strong, I love him so much!"
He suffered for so long for his idol, and was trampled by Rongjing and Chen Lingming for so long, and finally he was able to fight back.
In terms of wheel technology, Rongjing is really not as good as idols.
When the idol was in M1G, Rongjing quarreled with the idol because of tactical issues.
But Rongjing didn't realize that in terms of tactics, commanding ability, and technology, he was not comparable to idols at all.
But he always felt that he was strong, even stronger than the idol, thinking that the idol was deliberately suppressing him.
Xu Leng was also very excited at first. Hearing Lu Tun's words, he was silent for a while before seriously saying: "No, the captain has a brother, you can't love him."
Those who try to dismantle the cp will not do it.
Lu Tun: "...?"
No! The idol is a scumbag!
…
Backstage M1G Lounge —
Chen Ling sat on the chair with a dark face.
"Losing the game, hehe." Chen Ling sneered.
Rongjing threw the tablet on the sofa, ignored him, and shook his face.
"What are you yelling at me?"
Rong Jing kicked the coffee table, his expression even uglier than Chen Ling's: "Why don't you scold those rookie players?"
Jiang Zhuangzhuang coughed, leaned against the door, lowered his head, and did not look at the two.
Chen Ling patted the phone on the table: "You swore to tell me that no one knows about this recording except you?"
"What recording?" Rong Jing hugged his arms, leaned on the back of the sofa, and stared at him for a while before he suddenly reacted, "Aren't you talking nonsense? Besides me recording at the time, who else... "
"See for yourself." Chen Ling's voice was a little lower, suppressing his anger.
Just after the end of the first day of the competition, investors have already come to test the words, saying that if M1G does not get a good ranking, it is likely to withdraw funds.
Divestment
That means, he will make less and less money.
The well-connected blogger didn't know what to do. When his Weibo was deleted, he came to him, but he couldn't contact anyone later, and even issued an apology.
Originally, most people didn't believe him, and even suspected that he was bought by Angry.
However, the bad is bad, Angry tweeted.
He also stated that he also had the original recording.
And this morning, he received several calls from investors.
This time it is not a test, it is a direct indication of the withdrawal of funds.
Chen Ling suddenly panicked.
Without investors, let alone making money, it is difficult for even the club to operate.
Rong Spot took a look at Weibo.
After a few seconds, he hummed: "The game is the game, and he is not afraid of losing to me..."
Chen Ling kicked the table: "Win him? Rongjing, I don't know why I gave you too much freedom during this time. As long as you are willing to pack well and play well, what future prospects do you have?"
"Do you know how many kilograms you have about your skills?"
"Also, the point is, Shen Qi has this recording in his hand."
"If you hadn't handed me the recording and forced him to death, what about the current situation?"
In the end, Chen Ling was still a high-ranking person for many years, he quickly calmed down and grabbed the collar of Rongjing: "Tomorrow's game, if you can't even enter the semi-finals, I will consider that you are the captain to the end. Can't do it."
Yesterday's result was already the worst result M1G has ever achieved, even when it first got up, the result was better than yesterday.
If it weren't for the competition of Rongjing tomorrow, Chen Ling really wanted to beat Rongjing right now.
He pushed the person onto the sofa and patted the ashes on his body.
Now he has to please those investors.
After Chen Ling left, Rongjing got up from the sofa.
With gloomy eyes, he looked at Jiang Zhuangzhuang who had been watching the play.
He gritted his teeth and picked up the tablet again.
Can't lose.
How can you lose.
It is his dream to win the championship in his own hands.
The tyranny in his eyes was gradually suppressed.
Jiang Zhuangzhuang sighed when he saw his appearance.
Why bother.
Why was it necessary in the first place.
At the beginning, everything was fine.
But one was fascinated by wealth, and the other was fascinated by honor.
Ruined a team.
He thought about it for a while, then turned around and went out to let Rongjing think about it by himself.
Turning into the toilet, Jiang Zhuangzhuang looked at no one around, and sent another message to President Shen.
…
A few hours later, at the filming site of the show, Du Jing helped Fu Mingyuan with the water after finishing the last set of shots, and the makeup artist next to him and the staff of several show groups rushed over.
Because the scene was too hot, a thin layer of sweat appeared on Fu Mingyuan's face, with beads of sweat dripping from the tip of his nose. He raised his head and drank two sips of wolfberry tea.
Several female staff members stared at him, as if he was not drinking goji berries, but them.
Duke: …
Not seeing.
After Fu Mingyuan finished drinking the water, he buttoned the cuffs that had just been unbuttoned due to overheating, put on his jacket, turned his face away, and looked a little alienated.
The white-cold light hit the lines of his cold face, adding a sense of distance.
The head makeup artist held the book, and hesitantly handed it forward: "That... Brother Fu, can you sign it?"
The makeup artist was a little shy. When he looked at Fu Mingyuan up close, he felt that his eyes seemed to be able to see through people, which was too deep and attractive.
Surrounded by stars who were preparing to end the show, many of them surrounded the staff.
There was no surprised expression on Fu Mingyuan's face. He nodded slightly and took the makeup artist's paper and pen.
Du Jing bent down with a lifeless expression as usual.
Fu Mingyuan paused, and signed the book with the palm of his hand.
Several staff members held hands and were about to jump up with excitement.
"Brother Fu, can we take a picture for you? Just tell me about the square..."
Fu Mingyuan was stunned for a while, then stopped.
square
He frowned slightly, as if he didn't understand.
But he still responded: "Yes."
One of the staff immediately squatted down, looking for the best angle, to capture Brother Fu who was signing his autograph!
Ah, Brother Fu is so handsome!
Much more handsome than the one captured at the entrance of the hotel!
I don't know how many little sisters I would envy to death when I send it out!
You can't take pictures during the filming of the show. Now that the filming is over, I can finally take pictures of Brother Fu!
Fu Mingyuan, who was captured from the side, has a sharp face, a high nose, and his long eyelashes!
In order to sign their autographs, Fu Mingyuan rolled up his sleeves a little more, revealing a small section of his wrists, which made his wrists look sexy when contrasted with the black shirt!
When Shen Qi came, he stood at the door and saw such a scene.
There were obviously many people around, but he seemed to see only Fu Mingyuan alone.
He was standing in the middle of the group of girls with bright smiles, his back was straight, his slender legs were slightly bent, as if to match the height of the girls, he held the book in his palm, lowered his head, and seriously Sign in stroke by stroke.
The curvature of the corners of his lips tightened, and the light went down from his character's Adam's apple, submerging into the neckline of his shirt, and the waist line was tucked into his jacket.
Shen Qi felt his fingertips get hot, the numbness began to burst from his scalp, and his heart began to speed up uncontrollably.
Even breathing became heavy.
It was like back in the morning when the two of them had a parent meeting under the covers.
Unfamiliar, joyful, uncontrollable.
After a long while, he rubbed his hair, suppressing this unfamiliar feeling that even his heart couldn't handle.
"Master Shen?" The staff who led him in before recognized his work card for a long time before recognizing him.
The staff didn't quite understand why this young master likes to wear a mask all the time, obviously people who see eyes should be good looking.
Shen Qi's fingertips trembled, and when he came back to his senses, he nodded towards the staff.
He didn't go in, but turned and walked directly to the stairwell.
When bowing his head, he passed Su Ya and Wu Yan next to Su Ya.
Wu Yan stared at his back for a long time.
"What's wrong? An acquaintance?" Su Ya didn't recognize anyone.
Wu Yan frowned, nodded and shook his head: "Is that Mr. Shen just now? It seems to be him."
Su Ya stopped and followed his line of sight to see where people could still be seen.
She tidied up her clothes: "Just live your own way. After returning to City A, I may move in and live with your Boss Shen."
"However, Shen Qi and I are not suitable for many exchanges."
Wu Yan responded with a sound, and then said with some worry: "But, President Shen's illness..."
Su Ya smiled softly: "Wu Yan, love, although it can't affect everything, it can make everything better."
Wu Yan didn't seem to understand, but nodded anyway.
He remembered Shen Qi's Weibo, and his eyes were filled with a smile.
…
Shen Qi went to the stairwell and sat down, leaning against the wall, he licked his dry lips, and had the urge to smoke.
He held his chin and looked at the already dark night outside. Maybe tomorrow will not be a good weather. There are no stars on the night, and the moon has never appeared.
Shen Qi took out his mobile phone and sent a message to Fu Mingyuan.
Brother Qi: Brother, I will wait for you in the stairwell~
He didn't say which stairwell, but he felt that his brother would know for sure.
The last message still stopped at the sentence of my brother's baby.
It's really a shame.
He propped his forehead with his right hand, closed his eyes for a while, and then let out a low laugh.
Ah, a baby is a baby, who is not a baby anymore.
After thinking about it, he pulled his hair again.
Hair is still numb.
It's clearly what he said, why is it like this now...
After taking a few deep breaths, Shen Qi clicked on Weibo, which he hadn't seen since today's post.
Angry's super talk turned into a true fan's paradise.
[You said that God A is playing fake games, please show the evidence, and then hand it over to the league, let them judge thank you, empty-mouthed fake games, you guys are amazing]
[Internet trolls remember, what you said on the Internet is also legally responsible]
[The water of e-sports is too deep, but the people I like are in this circle]
[I heard that someone has received a lawyer's letter? ]
Of course, there are still bad comments mixed in it—
[Hehe, can you clarify by sending a Weibo? Hype? ]
[Being like this with the old club, I have a lot of problems myself]
[Those who didn't know the tone of this speech thought you were the number one in the e-sports circle]
[…]
No one listens to their remarks.
Those sailors seemed to disappear naturally.
And under Angry's Weibo, the comments on the first few pages are all uniform—
[A god is just positive! we support you! ]
Shen Qi rubbed his temples with some headache.
At first glance, these are the trumpets of the zombie number.
The fans who had a hard time speaking among a bunch of zombies also reproduced the special joy.
Shen Qi clicked in one by one and looked at the Weibo of these fans, and when he saw a funny joke, he liked it.
At night, many people thought that Angry had been hacked.
About fifteen minutes later, there were extremely regular footsteps on the stairs.
Probably because of the end of work tonight, the lights here are turned off, and only the lights on the ground floor are still on.
The light was dim, and Shen Qi couldn't see the outline of the person in front of him, but he could recognize his footsteps, the smell on his body, and his height and shape.
He stood on the bottom step, stretched out his hand, grabbed Fu Mingyuan's collar, and pulled the man to his side.
By the height of the steps, he was a head taller than Fu Mingyuan, his right hand was embedded in the other's warm palm, and he slowly intertwined his fingers one by one, causing the other's arm to bend and stick tightly against the wall.
The left hand grabs the opponent's wrist and raises it above the head.
The body leaned down slightly, the legs were slightly bent, and the left knee was against the other's knee.
Turning his head slightly, he kissed each other's warm lips.
Tender but not gentle.
He tossed and turned on the other's lips, but he refused to pry his teeth open.
Until it is dominated by counter-offensives.
Fu Mingyuan's hand that was forcibly grabbed broke free, and put one hand around Shen Qi's waist, making people get closer to him, and with some strength, he carried the person down from the steps.
Breathing became hot.
The wind at night was a little cold, but the two of them couldn't feel it at all.
Fu Mingyuan's strength is very strong, and he usually looks serious, but when kissing, he doesn't leave any room for him, and every inch of him must leave his breath.
Shen Qi's hand on the other's clothes tightened slightly.
Some can't get over it.
After a few minutes, the two touched their foreheads.
Fu Mingyuan's hand helped Shen Qi along his back and let him take a breath.
Shen Qi licked his numb lips, and a smile overflowed from his throat.
"Brother, why don't you hide? What if it's someone else? You just... "
Before he could finish speaking, he was pecked again on the lips.
Fu Mingyuan's breath was also a little chaotic, and the hand on his waist was rubbing.
The boy's waist is slender.
Not a trace of fat.
He can wrap it all around.
Both of their breaths were intertwined.
Fu Mingyuan said in a hoarse voice, "No."
"I know it is you."
"I know you're standing here."
He knew the taste of the boy.
Get familiar with his breath.
Shen Qi was stunned for a moment and made a low sound.
After a few seconds, his breathing calmed down, and he spoke again: "Brother, I haven't asked you yet, why are you so good at kissing?"
"You see that every time I am kissed by you, my legs are soft and I can't stand. Can you teach me more?"
Under the weak light, Fu Mingyuan stared at him closely.
A smile spread across his lips.
"Ok."
…
Back at the place where he lived, Fu Mingyuan packed his luggage.
Shen Qi rested his chin with one hand and looked at him.
"Brother, wait for me to go back."
"Brother, does your brother live with you? It's a pity, can I come and see him?"
"Is there any one missing from your room?"
Fu Mingyuan didn't have many clothes, and most of them had been collected by Du Jingyuan before.
After closing the box, he walked up to Shen Qi, bent down, and kissed him again.
Shen Qi pulled his collar and wanted to continue.
The other party restrained and rubbed his soft hair: "I can't kiss anymore, I can't help it."
When he said this, his eyes kept on Shen Qi's face, focused and serious.
Shen Qi almost didn't hold back.
How can my brother be so cute.
Such a serious thing to say.
He raised his head, and his fingers moved up step by step from the hem of his clothes, imitating a walking gesture, to his neckline, his Adam's apple, his lips.
Fingers brushed against each other's lips.
Bring some itchiness.
He half-kneeled on the sofa, straightened his waist, let Fu Mingyuan bend down, leaned into his ear and whispered slowly, "That's okay, brother~"
Fu Mingyuan reacted for a while, grabbing his hands and clasping his fingers together.
Follow him in the same way, get close to his ear and speak in a low voice.
Shen Qi snorted.
Ma Yi once again went from top to bottom.
It's over, he can't compare to his brother.