The weather in April is particularly cloudy and unpredictable, especially for Qi Ji, the flower of the motherland that needs photosynthesis, and has been in a bad mood recently.
For example, in the game, he made continuous low-level mistakes in his eyes and lost almost 20 points;
For example, there were only two packs of his favorite spring-limited strawberry marshmallows left;
For example, because he had not recovered from his cold, Dr. Meng suggested with a wicked smile that he should not have too much close contact with Qin Jue.
He came out of the infirmary, everything was following him like a small dark cloud, which made him feel aggrieved and took out the two packs of gummies in his pocket, and decided to enshrine them in the training room. For the next two days, one day I can only eat one pack to satisfy my craving.
Unless Qin Jue wants it, no one will give it to him.
But the reality was very cruel. Late at night, when he finally lay down, he couldn't help but sit up. No matter if he had a cold or not, he just ran to the training room anxiously.
Not far from the door, he picked up the idol's baggage and slowed down, regaining his calm demeanor.
The captain and Cui Shen seemed to have gone out to have sex, most of the coaching staff had gone to bed, and only Yanag Ze and Qin Jue seemed to be indoors.
He was here to get candy.
But when he saw that figure, his heart skipped a beat, and he was unhappy that the coach was leaving Qin Jue behind his back to smoke second-hand smoke alone. He just wanted to go in and take Qin Jue away to sleep. However, under that light, he But suddenly I heard the other party bragging with the coach.
For this reason, he pricked his ears with interest for two seconds. At the moment, Qin Jue was saying that he was just playing with him and then leaving, with an anxious tone.
He understood the meaning of Qin Jue's words, and the general meaning was the same: "I am a straight man" (only with straight men), "I just play with him and then leave" (except in bed, I am played by him), "I am not serious Maybe you're serious" (I can only reluctantly beg him not to be like this)...
The other party's tone was hesitant as usual, which seemed to him to be cute but not cruel. After stopping for two seconds, he suddenly fully understood what it means to be able to react to sounds.
His words are surprisingly the type that likes to shout out loud. Although the volume is slightly lower due to active restraint, it does not prevent him from thinking about the other person being held tightly in his hands at this moment. Red ankles—so when he saw those plump and undulating lips speaking to him, he answered him truthfully while quickly avoiding his sight. When he regained consciousness, he picked up his candy and evacuated tactically.
But after returning to the dormitory, even the sweetness of the gummy sandwich bursting into his mouth became a comfort. He lay on the bed, and his mind was filled with unknown things written by the little sister on Weibo.
What little cherry jellybeans, what crystal clear, what sweetness and deliciousness, it seems that it is not an exaggeration to describe Qin Jue, but at this moment, he can't do anything, he can only hatefully molest the food in his mouth, and then use it without any hope. He grabbed the carrot pillow beside his pillow and rubbed it into his arms, then closed his eyes and slept.
He didn't know when his roommates came back. He only knew that when Qin Jue finally lay back beside him without saying a word, he had evolved to the extreme: listening to sounds was nothing. Now, he could just listen to breathing. .
Darkness spread over him, and he turned on the backlight of his phone out of habit, but he didn't dare to speak.
Heat suddenly began to surge all over his body. Within a moment, he could only pretend to be half asleep and rolled hard to the edge of the bed, trying to distance himself from Qin Jue.
Otherwise, he doubted that he could really swallow Qin Jue in one gulp.
It is said that all boys aged eighteen or nineteen are little beasts, but he found in despair that beasts can still have a moment to calm down, but he didn't want to calm down even if he had a cold - with this attitude, he estimated that even if he died, he would still be able to do something for him. Qin Jue produces a flashback (lower body limited edition).
If he continued like this, the callus on his right hand would probably have to be polished to a delicate luster, so early the next morning, he didn't rely on his young age and pretend not to wake up like he usually did before sticking to Qin Jue for 10 minutes. After getting up, he was the first one to walk out of the dormitory. After eating, he went to the training room to open customization and practice the touch that had been missing in the past two days.
In the final analysis, TIPC2018 is not an ordinary level competition. These days, each major competition area has successively selected its own pre-selection quotas. Putting their names together simply shines, so as the number one sniper with high hopes in the mainland competition area, he naturally cannot I hope I am embarrassed by this.
Then, seeing Coach Liu hesitate to speak to him with a worried look on his face, he even regretted in his heart and worked harder than usual. He even ate two or three bowls less than yesterday, even though Qin Jue took out the fish he had picked. Put it in his bowl, he just nodded, swallowed it whole and ran to the training room - until the aftertaste stall, he remembered the way Qin Jue lowered his head the whole time, and then he was made to feel his heart pounding again: Senior It's too easy to be shy. It's not like I can't see it. What's the use of lowering your head and not speaking
Next, they still have many training matches to play. Although many domestic teams have not received qualifying spots, they are willing to train with IS team and Hunter Shadow team. Among them, Wen Rong is the most duplicitous: [Waiting for a European purchasing agent, remember to register for swimming in advance Class, if you lose, swim back]
Some memories flooded into Qi Ji's mind, reminding him of the way Qin Jue killed everyone in the training match and treated him viciously, and also recalled his words on New Year's Eve: "Actually, I have liked you a long time ago, but you still..." "Call me mean in the game" - so a smile appeared on his lips, and he couldn't help but mutter a few words softly into the microphone with a slightly hoarse voice, which roughly meant: I remembered that time, but it seemed that I couldn't go back.
-The Qin Jue back then was the underworld boss who poured out bottles of Lafite in 1982. Unlike now, he can only meow under him.
So, after saying that, he couldn't help but quietly turned his head to look at Qin Jue. Sure enough, the other person seemed to have remembered how he was awkward and refused to acknowledge him when they first met. He turned away and covered his face with his hands, as if he was too shy to look at him.
For this reason, his heart was beating loudly, and he was just about to go over and touch Qin Jue's head. However, at this moment, Liu Ze came over again, as if he wanted to say something to him.
He suddenly became excited, like a bad kid caught by his class teacher. He quickly turned his head, pressed the headphones tightly, and stared at the game interface that had just been assigned to a new game.
Fortunately, Yanagisawa lingered behind him for a while, then turned around and left without criticizing him.
He breathed a sigh of relief. Although he didn't understand why Yanagisawa was watching him so closely today, he still didn't dare to do it again. He still focused on playing one game after another with a penance, and decided to complete more training-until At three-thirty in the morning, only the analyst was left in the training room to greet him. It's time to go to bed, Xiao Qi. Are you afraid that the cold will get worse
Qi Ji suddenly raised his head from the sound of gunshots and footsteps, and then realized that the people around him had almost dispersed. When he returned to the dormitory, several roommates had also fallen asleep.
Only the darkness at the head of Qin Jue's bed made him stunned. He quickly turned on the backlight of his phone and walked over, fearing that the other party had not slept well.
Fortunately, perhaps because Cui Shen and Captain Shen were there, Qin Jue slept peacefully.
Qi Ji finally breathed a sigh of relief, dimmed the backlight of his phone and threw it on the bedside.
However, after looking at Qin Jue's peaceful sleeping face with fascination for a while, he almost got mad at him and pounced on him - in order to prevent Qin Jue from being able to participate in training tomorrow, and to prevent himself from having his three legs broken by the coach, he could only He stood there with his head raised aggrievedly for a while, then went into the bathroom with a red face.
Then, Qi Ji only thought about Qin Jue for three seconds before he couldn't help but lower his voice and began to practice traditional crafts.
Under the dim light, there was a strong contrast between his obscene right hand and his delicate eyebrows, but he still pressed against the wall and held on to the handle, regardless of the thin layer of sweat that covered his jade-like neck, and raised his head with weak legs. He groaned.
After returning to the bedside again, he was finally able to lie down next to Qin Jue peacefully. He even had time to sniff his uncomfortable nose while thinking about why the shot he fired against Wen Rong today was not steady.
But just when he was gasping in pain from the shot, Qin Jue, who was supposed to be sleeping next to him, suddenly moved with force and fell into his arms unexpectedly.
Before Qi Ji could react, the hot thing wrapped around him tightly, and a series of voices came out of the blue, hesitant, confused and trembling: "I'm sorry, Xiao Qi... It's all me, it's my fault, I'm just a fucking You're a heartless scumbag, you can ignore me, you can feel that I lied to you, you can want to break up, but you listen to my explanation - you, you must not cry, okay?"
The night was already dark, and Qin Jue finally began to cry anxiously, repeating "I'm sorry", "I shouldn't have made you sad", "Except for going to bed, I'm too old...how can I make you cry" - Erqi Ji Ze was startled. He felt an inexplicable feeling of sadness, but he didn't know that there were hundreds of millions of question marks in his head.