Shen Yanming's first reaction was to ask, "How did you know? Did Fish say that?" But then he felt that it was really annoying to say that, and there was something wrong that he couldn't explain. He organized his words in the input box, typed a few words and then deleted them, but he really didn't know what to say.
In the end, he spoke in a calm and confident manner and answered whatever Kong asked.
[乱来]: I heard that something happened online, so I borrowed a cell phone from a classmate.
[kong_]：Yeah.
Shen Yanming looked at this "hmm" and thought to himself that this was indeed the style of the Kong God in his impression. It was too inappropriate to put the maternal glory on Kong...
But he didn't know how to continue the conversation. He had already expressed his gratitude and apology, and he wanted to ask if the training had just ended, and to say thank you for your hard work, but it felt too familiar and seemed like he was trying to get close to her.
Chatting with my idol is really stressful. He is good at making friends. He usually speaks freely and talks about whatever comes to mind. He can even chat for a long time with people he just met. How could he be so embarrassed now
He wasn't so at a loss for words even when he was writing an essay in the Chinese language exam!
—In fact, his grades in every subject are terrible, except for Chinese, where he is okay. When he writes, he often has a lot of ideas, and he can finish 800 words in less than 20 minutes.
In short, his ability to express himself, which he was so proud of, was useless in front of Kong.
It's really too difficult.
But it’s not good to not reply, I still have to be the one to end the topic.
[乱来]: I have to return my phone to my classmate first, so I won’t chat for now. Come on, Kong! TMM will definitely make it to the playoffs with a high score! I will always support you!
After sending these words, Shen Yanming felt that there was a hint of stupidity between the lines of his words... Unfortunately, the forum did not have a withdraw function, and he was helpless.
But what he said about making it to the playoffs with high scores should be no problem unless there are any unexpected events. It was like that in the previous life.
It was the defeat in the World Championship... But of course Shen Yanming couldn't say such a thing.
[kong_]：Okay.
Shen Yanming thought the conversation was over, but unexpectedly Kong sent another message to him.
[kong_]: Don’t pay too much attention to what people say online. Have a good rest. Good night.
The villain in Shen Yanming’s heart howled: Ahhhh!
He almost relied on the last bit of his conscious will to reply, "Okay, God Kong should also go to bed early", logged out of his account, then came out of the bathroom at the speed of light and stuffed the phone back into his roommate's hand.
Seeing his dazed look, his roommate teased him, "What did you talk about with your girlfriend? You look so confused."
Shen Yanming held his roommate's shoulders and shook him back and forth: "Oh my god, he cares about me and says good night to me..."
A question mark slowly rose above my roommate's head: "Is it necessary to say goodnight like this?"
Shen Yanming let go of him and went to his own bed: "You don't understand."
I guess that’s how those girls feel when their favorite idols pick them up.
But that's not entirely true. Shen Yanming thought about it and felt that it might be because he always thought that Kong was an emotionless, cold-blooded healer. Even though they had often made solo appointments in the previous life, they would beat each other in silence and would not talk much in private.
I didn’t expect Kong to be so easy-going when chatting... Shen Yanming thought that it might be this contrast that made him feel a little excited and unable to control himself.
After washing up and lying back on the bed, Shen Yanming almost forgot about other problems. The accidental exposure of his strength and the feud with Aji were no longer important. He didn't plan to play anymore anyway. He would just delete his account next time he used the computer, and everything would be gone with the wind.
He Changkong stared at the computer screen, a little absent-minded.
The last time he logged into the account [I can’t nurse anymore] and saw Shen Yanming’s message, he thought he wouldn’t see him again in a short time. Shen Yanming always said “I’m going to delete the game and study hard” when he played with him, but he never did it after saying it many times. He Changkong thought Shen Yanming had finally made up his mind this time.
He thought, well, he's been busy preparing for the regular season lately anyway, so he doesn't really have the time to change his account to play with the kids. Even if he wants to attract someone to his team, it won't take a day or two.
I didn't expect to be chatting with you again so soon.
And Shen Yanming's reaction when talking to him was really interesting.
Before, He Changkong only had a vague feeling that Shen Yanming’s attitude towards his real self and the account of Nai Budong was different. Now he is sure that this feeling is true.
It's not just that their attitudes are slightly different... they are two completely different faces.
But He Changkong didn't quite understand. If Shen Yanming behaved politely and restrained because he was not familiar with "He Changkong", then he and Nai Budong were not old friends, and they even just chatted for a few words in the live broadcast room. How could he call someone his wife
He Changkong recalled hearing people mention that Shen Yanming had an extraordinary talent in socializing. Even if he was thrown into a new group, he could quickly become friends with everyone within half an hour, as if they had a life-long friendship.
Why is he so unfamiliar with me alone
Am I that terrible
He Changkong fell into deep thought, and before he could figure out what was going on, there was a knock on the door.
He Changkong stood up and opened the door, and saw Meng Yan standing at the door with a lunch box.
"I packed this for you." After the training, the other team members went to eat supper, and He Changkong returned to his room alone. Meng Yan stuffed the takeaway box into He Changkong's hands and asked casually as he walked in, "What are you doing?"
"Thanks, I'll eat later," He Changkong put the lunch box on the table, "I was wondering if I should be more friendly."
"What?" Meng Yan pulled a chair and sat down. "It's so weird."
He Changkong explained: "There is a child who seems to be very afraid of me."
Meng Yan didn't understand at first, what kids and all that nonsense, but when he glanced over and saw the chat box on the computer desktop in He Changkong's room that was still open, he realized what was going on.
Meng Yan's mouth twitched: "You have been bewitched, right?"
He Changkong: “?”
Meng Yan looked as if he wanted to say something but hesitated. He opened his mouth several times and sighed a few times, but he couldn't make any sense.
He Changkong: "If you have anything to say, just say it directly."
Meng Yan said, "Tsk, there is no love in e-sports."
He Changkong didn't understand what Meng Yan said: "...?"
Meng Yan patted He Changkong's shoulder earnestly, and with his other hand pulled the lunch box he brought over. Seeing that He Changkong had no intention of eating, he took a bunch of grilled wings from the box and started eating. While eating, he spoke vaguely: "Even if you are interested in someone, you can't be so... so devoted. I'm not against you being in a relationship, but think about it, you haven't confirmed your relationship yet, and you're so eager to give your whole heart to someone..."
He Changkong: “…”
He Changkong interrupted Meng Yan: "Stop, what are you thinking about?"
After Meng Yan finished a skewer of grilled wings, he sat up straight, as if he was going to have a good talk with He Changkong: "You're still denying it? You keep speaking up for others and getting yourself involved in controversial events. The coach will nag you again tomorrow... And you're free to play with others, right? I'm not saying anything bad about you, but virgins like you should learn how to play hard to get. You should be more reserved and let them come to you instead of always going after others."
"I don't agree with your view on love. The term 'attaching' doesn't sound nice," He Changkong said helplessly. "That's not the point now. I don't have any feelings towards him. I'm not gay. Stop talking nonsense... He's very good, as you can see. He's better than some of the current players. I want him to join our team."
Meng Yan rolled his eyes: "Yeah, yeah, yeah, I believe it, I believe it." You'd be a fool if I didn't believe you.
It’s no wonder Meng Yan didn’t believe it. It was just that He Changkong was not someone who would care about the development of the team.
Besides, there are thousands of capable people, is it necessary to do this
Don't even find a good excuse.
He Changkong: "...I'm serious."
Meng Yan: "Yeah, yeah, you're serious, then just let him come and take the test. If he passes, can't he join our team?"
He Changkong: "I told you, it seems like he doesn't really want to play professionally."
Meng Yan was completely speechless: "No, are we a shabby team that is so short of people that we need others to come in? And you still say that you are not interested in the little anchor. I think you have ulterior motives and want to lure her over to have an office romance."
He Changkong was speechless. He couldn't tell Meng Yan that he was a prophet now and knew the dire situation their team would face in the future and wanted to avoid it as soon as possible.
Not knowing how to refute, He Changkong simply stopped talking: "Let's not talk about this. Has Pudding gone for physical therapy?"
Pudding is the tank position of tmm.
TMM's first defeat in the previous life was directly caused by Pudding's shoulder injury. The shoulder injury actually broke out very suddenly, and He Changkong didn't know the reason. It was said to be caused by long-term strain. It happened to break out during the competition, which seriously affected his condition during the competition.
Later, pudding went to heal, the team's mage lan was bought by another club at a high price, and the several new players promoted from the original second team did not fit in well with the entire team. As a result, tmm fell from the first tier.
He Changkong thought that if it was really due to strain, then if precautions were taken from now on, Pudding's shoulder injury might be avoided, so he asked him to take time to get physical therapy.
Pudding is a sophisticated cross-dresser who usually pays a lot of attention to facial expression management. When he heard He Changkong asking him to pay more attention to his health, not to overtrain, and to rest more, his face was so broken that it could be made into an emoticon package. He exclaimed, "Oh my God! Brother Kong actually cares about people so directly!"
Of course, it doesn't mean that He Changkong doesn't have any warmth in his daily life. Although he seems to only treat his teammates as colleagues and is not very warm in interpersonal communication, if any of his teammates have a headache or fever, He Changkong will go and pour a cup of hot water and put some medicine on their seat.
However, such straightforward verbal concern is absolutely impossible.
Meng Yan was also very emotional, thinking that even wood that has fallen in love can be softened - he still insisted on his opinion that He Changkong was somewhat interested in the young anchor.
Meng Yan replied: "He went for physical therapy. He probably goes there occasionally."
He Changkong nodded: "That's fine."
After eating the grilled wings, Meng Yan ate a skewer of grilled green peppers. Originally, he said that this barbecue was for He Changkong, but now he almost finished it all.
He Changkong watched him eat quietly, and after a long while he asked, "Do you have anything else to say?"
Meng Yan paused for a moment: "... Yes, there is."
He Changkong said succinctly: "Speak."
Meng Yan hesitated for a while, finished the skewers in his hand, sighed, and said, "Your mother called me again."
"..." He Changkong lowered his eyes, "What did you say?"
"He said he wanted to come watch you play."
He Changkong turned around and seemed to be continuing to read something on the forum, but his eyes were not focused on the screen and his mouse was clicking randomly: "No need."
Meng Yan asked: "Are you really planning to stop contacting your aunt?"
He Changkong randomly clicked on a video in a post and didn't answer immediately. After a while, he said, "... Let's talk about it later."