In the evening, return to the base.
After tossing and tossing for a long time, they were supposed to start training together, but perhaps seeing that Yao Tong was in a bad mood, Li Zhongchen specially left room for him, and ran to the training hall to get on the plane by himself.
He feels okay today, and he feels comfortable taking the chicken and the head.
In the huge training room, he was the only one left in the end.
Li Zhongchen finished the last round, exited the game, and blinked towards the lower right corner of the screen.
It was half past eleven.
Recently, the brothers of the first and second teams have reduced activities such as supper and dinner. In order to maintain their energy, they wash up and go to bed after training.
Li Zhongchen is also used to this kind of daily life, but today, he is really reluctant to go to bed early—
Take out your phone.
Qiao Yan didn't send himself any more messages.
This day, the other party must be dizzy and busy, the cemetery, the provincial first-class hospital, maybe they just settled back to the hotel to rest.
Maybe just send a message to the other party and ask the other party for a few words, and the day will pass
But Li Zhongchen didn't want to.
He wanted to dial the phone like a couple, and talk to Qiao Yan in the softest tone in endless tenderness.
He also wanted to hear Qiao Yan's voice with his own ears through the communication tool. Even if he simply recounted what happened today, it would be a sweet comfort in the heavy and boring life.
But just as he was hesitating, the screen of the phone changed from bright to dark, and it was about to go black.
buzz—
buzz buzz —
The mobile phone, which was adjusted to silent mode, displayed an invitation for a video call, and only sent out a slight vibration, but when the screen suddenly lit up, the name appeared: Qiao Yan.
Li Zhongchen was inexplicably dizzy, and his palms were sweating from nervousness.
Then he leaned back heavily, sinking into the gaming chair, and after he had fully prepared himself, he accepted the invitation, and the scene suddenly changed into—
Qiao Yan, who was wearing pajamas, said with a sleepy voice, "Are you still in the training room so late?"
It's a little late.
But what a coincidence, I just wanted to find you, but you took the initiative to send a pop-up window.
"Yes," Li Zhongchen swallowed, his left arm casually resting on the side armrest of the seat, his right hand always kept a moderate distance, facing the screen and said to Qiao Yan, "And you, why don't you take a rest."
Finish this sentence.
There was a slight noise of thunder outside the house.
This happened to give Qiao Di a topic: "Did it thunder just now? It looks like it's going to rain."
"It's still cloudy during the day, and I don't see any dark clouds," Li Zhongchen answered him belatedly, "How is your side?"
"The weather is not bad, it's not raining." Qiao Yan said.
Good topic.
Li Zhongchen could feel that Qiao Di was in a very relaxed state at the moment.
In the empty training room, there was no one else but himself. Li Zhongchen was as fearless as if he was in the dormitory, thinking that no matter what he said, no one would be able to hear him.
So when the slightly hoarse voice sounded, he blurted out completely as a joke: "Did you miss me?"
But Qiao Yi, who was opposite, seemed to look away hastily because of his straightforwardness.
Li Zhongchen was not surprised.
When I saw Qiao Yi's reaction like this with my own eyes, I guess he would also be vague and continue the conversation with another topic.
"Hmm." But who would have thought that the voice was extremely soft, like a kitten's.
"..." Li Zhongchen stopped breathing suddenly, he almost thought he was hallucinating, but Qiao Yan didn't wait for him to react, and continued, "I bought yellow and white chrysanthemums for Hans this year, and I know people will visit him usually, The tombstone is very clean and tidy, and I heard that you came alone last year."
Qiao Di didn't come back last year, so Li Zhongchen checked the flight information.
He knew that Qiao Di had a problem with his visa because of the issues between the clubs, and it was impossible to return to China at that time.
"I went to see him once for you last year, and bought a bouquet of flowers," Li Zhongchen said with a heavy tone in the quiet surroundings, "He is your best friend."
Speaking of Ni Hanzhou.
The atmosphere became dark and completely unavoidable.
But Qiao Yan smiled slightly, with a face that seldom fluctuated, and suddenly warmed Li Zhongchen's whole body: "Tell me about you, how are you today?"
He intends to chat about pleasant topics.
Li Zhongchen could feel that at this moment, the distance between Qiao Yan and him seemed to be back when they were still together.
"Everything went well. I bought the hairdresser, and Luo Yuji also signed a line to congratulate the third anniversary of the opening of the business." Li Zhongchen smiled, and his whole heart softened, "But the final result is Yao Tong thought too much, the person who wrote the letter back then was not Luo Yuji."
They always looked at each other.
Across the screen, it was as if they were facing each other, turning the conversation into a love story.
"That's fine, otherwise there might be a follow-up." Qiao Yan estimated that he took a few steps, got on the bed, and leaned half of his body on the hotel bedside cushion, revealing to Li Zhongchen that he was in the most relaxed state. .
Li Zhongchen changed the topic: "My apprentice has played a trick, and your apprentice didn't tell me, but even killed him."
"Xiao Su?" Qiao Yan always thought that Zheng Xiaokui was quite amusing, "The two of them are just kids with similar hobbies, and Su Ruiqi isn't very mature either."
chatting chatting.
It was late at night, and both of them felt sleepy.
"I'm going to bed, so I just want to call and ask how you are doing today." Qiao Yi moved down and lay on his side on the bed.
Li Zhongchen knowingly asked: "When will you come back tomorrow?"
More than five hours on the highway.
And Qiao Yan took a day and a half off, and to be honest, he was a little rushed. Returning to the base at noon means getting up and driving early in the morning, and starting a day of training without a good rest.
"I can arrive at noon, but I guess I will have lunch outside before returning to the base."
Qiao Yan knew that he wanted to say a few more words to himself.
Even though he was so sleepy that it was hard to lift his eyelids, he suppressed his tiredness and asked softly, "What about you?"
What about you, do you miss me
Compared to Li Zhongchen's seemingly heartless probing, Qiao Di's words seemed too obscure.
No one said anything.
But let the deep meaning continue wantonly.
Changing from the past incomprehension, Li Zhongchen couldn't help but say, "Me too."
What fell with the voice was the night rain that suddenly fell outside.
Mixed with the muffled thunder, the momentum of the rain was not big, it only slapped the windows, and a deep sense of loneliness permeated the world and the sky.
Li Zhongchen comforted Qiao Yan: "Sleep if you're sleepy, good night, I'll wait for you to come back."
Accompanied by the rain, Li Zhongchen slept soundly that night.
In the early morning of the next day, the night rain had stopped for some time, and the air was still damp and cloudy.
He washed up and had breakfast.
Before touching the camera seat, he opened the game and estimated that it would be less than four hours before Qiao Yan came back.
He sent the other party a message.
But I guess I was driving a car and it was inconvenient to return to myself, so I didn't receive a reply for a long time.
Just as the game loads.
Li Zhongchen was so bored, he opened Weibo, which he hadn't logged in for a long time, and flipped through it casually, but he never expected to receive such a private message——
MW-Wing: Brother, it seems there is some misunderstanding between us.
Time shows that this private message came from several days ago.
Li Zhongchen frowned deeply, feeling agitated angrily, feeling unspeakably disgusted at the delay in discovering this information.
He paused with his fingertips.
After thinking about it for a moment, I inevitably sneered, and replied to the other party: Why do I feel that there is no misunderstanding.
I thought that after this news was sent out, it would be tantamount to sinking into the sea.
After all, it's not a real-time communication, maybe it will be a few days after Yu Wen sees the reply, who can say for sure.
But something happened that made his eyes widen.
On the upper frame of the private message interface, the other party's "typing..." prompt was displayed, and only a few seconds passed.
MW-Wing: Open a custom server for two rounds
… What's this? Afternoon
Other teammates came around in twos and threes, Li Zhongchen remained silent, and the game interface had already displayed the need to enter the account password.
Li Zhongchen smiled lightly and said, "Then come."
After all, he sent his ID to the other party.
Then he turned off the screen of the phone, put it on the corner of the table, took out a cigarette and lit it up, and finally landed on his team account super fast.
Not those messy food IDs, but like [Winggg1] who knocked himself down not long ago.
Anyone who encounters it will know that this is Li Zhongchen's ranking number. There is no prefix, no extra numbers, just a simple word: [Echo].
With a custom server.
Under the conditions accepted by both parties, they will not be matched as teammates, but they will definitely enter the same game.
A round of just shooting with the enemy.
Li Zhongchen didn't consider relying too much on passers-by teammates, even he didn't know the situation opposite Yu Wen.
landing.
A deep pit with treacherous terrain but fertile resources.
The teammates recognized his voice and struck up a conversation with him in a good mood, but Li Zhongchen obviously didn't intend to bring up too many topics, and completely regarded this round as a game round.
The first time I touched Yu Wen was in the waterfall area where the circle was shrunk in the second round.
Brother Gou jumped up the steep cliff, looking proudly at the enemy and us fighting on the road, and accurately recognized Wing who was carrying a sniper rifle. Then he jumped behind him and used the spray gun to "bang bang" a few times, and directly beat Yu Wen to the ground.
Is he happy
No, Li Zhongchen asked his teammates to withdraw first, keeping a little distance away, leaving time for the enemy to fight for resurrection.
Then, with Brother Gou's passive tracking skills, he continued to touch the resurrection point, and sent Yu Wenyishuo, who had just landed into a box, to the west.
Repeatedly, the enemy almost tossed to a mental breakdown.
Passers-by teammates were too shocked to speak.
I thought in my heart what kind of blood feud is this, it's too fucking terrifying.
I am afraid it is also due to the fact that the teammates matched at the beginning are very strong and have a high degree of cooperation.
Li Zhongchen's bloodthirsty and violent style of play can be brought into full play, not only will he not be hindered, but also he has a tacit understanding.
Played a few rounds this morning.
Although it was due to various factors in the later period, such as the unfriendliness of the circle, the disadvantage of the terrain, Li Zhongchen was beaten by Yu Wen several times, but at least the opponent was completely suppressed by him as a whole.
The awareness and skills of the first commando in the national service are impeccable.
What's more, the aggressive style of attacking and killing the enemy restrains the undead heroes of the stalker. Unless the opponent has no flaws, they can only be chased and beaten desperately.
But the data is like this, no hero is perfect.
—Hounds are like desperate mad dogs, they will bite if they spot them, how can they escape.
Another game ended.
Yu Wen's private message visits again.
MW-Wing: Sure enough, it is God E's style. He only cares about killing people, and he can completely ignore the lives of his teammates. [covers mouth and laughs]
Just like Li Zhongchen's violent temper.
Seeing such a shady passage, can he not blow it up? !
——It can be bombed and bombed, and it is completely impossible to show it in front of Yu Wen.
SVG-Echo: I think Yu Shen is not bad, without his old partner, he is like a waste, let others beat him [cute] [rose]
MW-Wing: Oh? Then I am really looking forward to it. I hope God E can maintain this style of play in the national competition. Congratulations in advance to the SVG team for successfully breaking into the top five in the national server. Huh, no, regardless of the team battle, I am afraid that even the top ten will be a bit hanging
A murderous private message interface.
Between you and me, Li Zhongchen was so angry that his knuckles twitched, but he answered the conversation with a smile instead of anger.
SVG-Echo: Don't be so fucking yin and yang, get out
MW-Wing: Can't pretend anymore? I'm a year older than you, so tender, I thought you were more than ten years older than you, you stinky little brother [呲牙]
SVG-Echo: ? The cabbage started spraying manure again
Li Zhongchen felt that thieves were boring.
It's been a few years since he retired, and it's the first time he has exchanged private messages with someone.
MW-Wing: Echo, I have always admired you, but now I feel sorry for you
This sentence without warning.
Li Zhongchen just looked at it and laughed, one after another, the surrounding area was filled with people, and many people could hear his laughter.
SVG-Echo: Pity me for winning the popularity award that you can't get, or pity me for playing better than you
MW-Wing: Oh, I'm serious, don't talk to me
MW-Wing: Don't you think you're not pitiful, you're being played around, and you're willing to stand up for others, and the script of this miserable male supporting role isn't enough to make people feel pitiful
MW-Wing: Huh, but if I hadn’t told you, you wouldn’t have noticed at all hahahahahahahahahahahaha
"..." Li Zhongchen was disgusted by these few lines.
What does Yu Wen mean? What do you mean he was played? Li Zhongchen inexplicably felt a little cold, and even got goosebumps, so he quickly put on the coat hanging on the back of the chair.
MW-Wing: What's the matter, don't want to face it? Otherwise, I'd better stop talking, it's not good to hurt the heart of the first assaulter in the national service, how much it will affect the performance
SVG-Echo: Fuck you, let me see what flowers you can come up with
MW-Wing: Let me send you a screenshot
MW-Wing: [Chat Screenshot.jpg]
MW-Wing: Take a deep breath first, then click to open it, but please don’t cry, brother
"?"what.
Li Zhongchen didn't believe his exaggerated tone, he quickly clicked on the picture, and glanced at a few lines.
——But in the end, he didn't live up to it. He really felt as if he had been hit hard, and his breathing was depressed and short of breath, just because the chat content in the picture made him unacceptable.
[Brother Qin, how about meeting at 11:30 early tomorrow noon? I should be there sooner.]
[Okay, that's it.]
[Jiuqu Hongmei didn't buy any good ones, I just brought you some Jiande bud tea.]
"… "What's this? The chat records between Qiao Die and boss Qin of the MW club
The time on the screenshot is 23:28. If it was last night, wouldn't it be that he turned to find himself after chatting with Qin
Above the remark is impressively: Xiao Qiao.
And the familiar black cat's head portrait and the idiomatic tone of voice couldn't be more real, which showed that the other party was clearly Qiao Yan.
Li Zhongchen's face froze, feeling quite absurd.
He was so embarrassed that he couldn't stop asking in his heart, why do you still have contact with the surname Qin? You only took a day and a half off, where did you find the time to meet him, and why did you want to see him
It is not impossible to force speculation, but it is baseless.
At least one thing cannot be faked, that is, Qiao Yan must have gone to see Ni Hanzhou, this is the bottom line that it is impossible to fake.
Li Zhongchen's eyes were gloomy like the weather outside.
He exited the screenshot of the chat sent by Yu Wen, returned to the private message interface, and saw that the other party just sent another line.
MW-Wing: It is now 11:04, and the screenshot of the address chat has also been posted. Maybe there is still time to witness it with my own eyes
A few seconds passed.
MW-Wing: Ah, it's 11:06 now, how time flies!
Li Zhongchen was so angry that he wanted to smash his phone.
Twenty minutes later.
Li Zhongchen, who was driving the car, had a pale complexion. While waiting for the red light to turn green, he swiped his phone more than once irritably to check if Qiao Yan had replied to him.
[Should get off the highway now, have you separated from Ni Naru?]
[I'm a little worried about you if I don't reply to the message.]
[Baby, return a message?]
But the other party seemed to block himself.
The message bar after a period of time, with the small box showing the sending time in the middle, seems to be mocking Li Zhongchen.
- At the last intersection, the fucking yellow light flashed again.
"Fuck!" Li Zhongchen's nest was on fire, and he punched the steering wheel, making the horn sound particularly piercing.
When he looked up again, he inadvertently saw two people on the opposite road.
Li Zhongchen's fingertips suddenly felt half cold, and his chest was in severe pain, and there was a hint of sarcasm on the verge of despair in his eyes.
It was Qiao Yan, who was wearing a knee-length black windbreaker, with an elegant demeanor, holding a coffee cup in his hand, like a model shooting a magazine nearby while taking a break, passing by this bustling commercial area.
And by his side was Mr. Qin, the owner of the MW club.
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