He Changkong gave an affirmative answer, but Shen Yanming was not so satisfied. He stood up slightly with his hands still on He Changkong's shoulders.
"Why don't you say that you are still unhappy?" Shen Yanming asked.
He Changkong didn't react at first, until he saw the person in front of him with a red face and a wandering look, then He Changkong suddenly realized.
He Changkong pinched Shen Yanming's earlobe: "Now you are unhappy again."
Shen Yanming said with a righteous look: "There's nothing I can do. Since you're so unhappy, I have to comfort you again... I'm so considerate!" Then he raised his head and kissed her again.
After struggling for a while, Shen Yanming was pushed to wash up.
There were two beds in the room, but one of them was completely unused. It was cluttered with clothes and other odds and ends, mostly Shen Yanming's. He Changkong cleaned it up after he came back, and as soon as Shen Yanming came out of the bathroom and rummaged through his things, the bed that was used as a storage area became a disaster scene again.
After Shen Yanming got his things, he felt guilty again, thinking of his flight attendant who was like a good wife and mother in the hotel room, helping him fold his clothes and put his things in order, waiting for him to come back. But he was playing games with other people outside and was so excited that he forgot everything.
He is a scumbag.
Normally if the scumbag Shen was alone, he would never do the kind of thing like putting things back in place after taking them. But now he honestly put the things back in place the way He Changkong had helped him to organize them before.
Then he kicked off his indoor slippers as if he was at home, jumped onto the bed where He Changkong was lying, and got into his quilt very naturally.
After staying up late playing games, the excitement wore off, and his brain began to feel sleepy. Shen Yanming whispered to He Changkong for a few words and then became drowsy. While he was dazed, he heard He Changkong say, "Actually, I have also studied a few characters that have undergone major changes. If you want to play, you can ask me to play with them."
Shen Yanming's sleepy bubble was instantly burst.
"I understand, honey. I only play with my wife." Shen Yanming laughed a few times, rubbed against He Changkong, leaned close to him, held his face, and kissed him very loudly.
He Changkong: "That's not what I mean. Playing with more different players will help us find problems from multiple angles..."
Shen Yanming cooperated with every word of He Changkong, even if the two sentences before and after had completely different meanings: "Then I will just play along with them for a while."
He Changkong kissed Shen Yanming's forehead: "Okay, let's go to sleep."
He Changkong rarely slept until noon, and this day was indeed rare, so he woke up near noon. Shen Yanming was still sleeping, and when he felt the weight beside him disappear, he just turned over while hugging the quilt.
He Changkong didn't wake him up. He got up quietly, finished his work and went out. He just happened to run into Meng Yan and Sunday who were coming out of the next room.
Meng Yan was very shocked: "Did you just get up? Or did you come back to get something?"
He Changkong answered truthfully: "Just woke up."
He Changkong hadn't closed the door yet, Meng Yan looked inside and was shocked: "You slept in the same bed with Luanjiang! And you got up so late! What did you do? What did you do?!"
Usually at the base, Shen Yanming liked to run to He Changkong's room, which everyone knew. But it was still unreasonable to squeeze into the two beds when they were outside.
What's more, He Changkong has always been self-disciplined. Seeing him getting up at this hour is like seeing a ghost in broad daylight.
Sunday nudged Meng Yan with his elbow: "Hiong~ Keep your voice down."
Meng Yan covered his mouth and lowered his voice: "You guys...are making rapid progress?"
He Changkong: “…”
They were in a relationship without telling anyone else. Although Shen Yanming was outspoken, no one thought that what he said was true. If they really wanted to hold hands or do other intimate actions, they would do it behind people's backs.
He Changkong felt that it was okay to say it out, but he had never communicated with Shen Yanming, so he didn't know what Shen Yanming thought.
He would not directly tell others things without asking for their opinions, even if it was to his good friends.
He said seriously, "His bed was spilled with water last night. It was too late and I didn't ask Auntie to change it, so he squeezed in with me."
Sunday responded to He Changkong with a new internet joke he had just learned: "Really? I don't believe it."
"Really? I don't..." Meng Yan was halfway through repeating when he saw He Changkong's cold expression, so he shut up and changed the subject dryly, "Why don't you wait for Luanjiang to go down together?"
He Changkong: "Let him sleep a little longer."
Shen Yanming was indeed a good sleeper, mainly because he hadn't stayed up all night for a long time. He had just arrived the day before and was jet-lagged, so his daily routine was a bit chaotic. Now that he was in a deep sleep, he didn't want to get up at all.
Although the training camp is more of an entertainment event and there is no specific schedule for the next day, it is not really for the athletes to come here for vacation. Therefore, there is a rule that the latest arrival time for free training in the afternoon is 2 o'clock.
What's more, the organizer said that there would be hosts who would come into the training room at any time for surprise interviews, under the pretext of letting the viewers watching the live broadcast see the contestants' truest side.
When Meng Yan saw the schedule, he started to curse: "What the hell, we are just a bunch of idiots playing in the game, why do you want to see our truest side?"
However, since it was arranged this way and it wasn't an excessive segment, the contestants only complained a few words in private. They didn't actually resist much and just accepted it obediently.
Shen Yanming slept until after one o'clock and was woken up by a phone call. He Changkong called him to get up.
He got up and saw a note next to the bed, along with some food and boiled water that had been cooled.
I brushed my teeth, washed my face, ate, and rushed out. There was no one in the corridor at this time, but I still met a contestant when I got to the elevator.
He was from a top team in North America, and he also played the assassin position. I think his name was Andrew, and they had fought each other a few times before. Shen Yanming usually only recognized names, not faces. He felt that blond and blue-eyed foreigners all looked the same.
Thinking about it, I seemed to have run into him when I came back with He Changkong last night.
What a coincidence. Shen Yanming took the initiative to greet the other party.
Andrew smiled and replied in awkward Chinese: "Hello."
Shen Yanming was the type who had no social pressure. When he heard the other party communicating with him in Chinese in such a friendly way, he did not have any guard and smiled at him again. The two entered the elevator, and the big Andrew stood next to him.
The so-called standing next to each other does not just mean standing side by side. I don't know if it's because Andrew is taller, but Shen Yanming always feels that he is a bit crowded.
He quietly moved a little further to the side, but as soon as he moved away a little, Andrew would come closer again.
In fact, there were only two of them in the elevator, and it was not rush hour so they had to squeeze together. Shen Yanming felt a little awkward, but he didn't say it directly, so he just frowned slightly.
When they reached the first floor and the elevator door opened, Shen Yanming was too lazy to greet Andrew anymore.
However, as soon as he stepped out of the elevator door, he felt someone grabbing his buttocks.
Shen Yanming turned back suddenly: "What the heck are you doing?"
Andrew was still smiling, and spread his hands: "It's just a joke."
Shen Yanming said directly: "This is not funny, this is offensive."
As he said this he walked quickly forward.
It is true that among friends, not to mention grabbing buttocks, grabbing private parts is not uncommon, but firstly, Shen Yanming and this person are not friends yet, and secondly, he feels that Andrew's touch is obviously not a joke. Shen Yanming feels sick when he thinks about it, that person is clearly teasing.
Really sick.
Shen Yanming was originally in a good mood, but this incident made him a little disappointed, but he didn't show it on his face. Putting his hands in his coat pockets, he sat next to his teammates and greeted them one by one: "Morning, friends."
By the way, I also said hello to the xxl brothers across the street.
Zhang Xixi became excited when she saw Shen Yanming coming. She stood up and leaned half of her body over and said, "I've had the game interface open for a long time but haven't queued with anyone else. I'm just waiting for you to come and beat me up."
Shen Yanming refused mercilessly: "No, I have other plans today."
"Okay." Zhang Xixi shrank back. Shen Yanming saw him turn around and harass other people.
Shen Yanming looked at He Changkong: "I'm staying with my wife today."
He Changkong asked him: "Have you eaten?"
Shen Yanming nodded.
He Changkong: "... You're so quiet, are you still asleep?"
Shen Yanming turned around and smiled at He Changkong: "A bit... double row? Oh, it seems that we will shuffle today, right? I will queue with Sunday?"
He Changkong: "That's right."
The main reason is that the opponents that can be matched in this game are the opponents that may be encountered in the world game in the future. The organizer has set up a temporary server for this event, and these players are basically fighting here during this period. The teammates of tmm also want to use as many group matching methods as possible to meet more people, and not be too limited to one lineup.
Shen Yanming and Meng Yan changed seats, separated from his brother, and sat next to Sunday: "Let's line up."
He had just logged into the game interface and hadn't officially started queuing when a beautiful female commentator who was quite famous in North America came in wearing high heels, followed by a photographer. It seemed that she was going to do the surprise interview that had been announced in advance.
Meng Yan started cursing again: "It's like some kind of variety show. Aren't we here to learn and communicate? It's really annoying."
However, his tone was not intense and his voice was not loud, so only a few people around them heard it.
The xxl Xiaoliu on the other side echoed: "That's right... But we are looking for a commentator from North America to interview. If there is a language restriction, they won't ask us too many questions."
Shen Yanming felt that what Xiaoliu said made sense and that it should have little to do with them. He simply didn't bother to care about it, formed a Sunday team, and clicked the button to match teammates.
Meng Yan: "It's hard to say, maybe someone else will come later."
Meng Yan might really have the ability to speak, or be a crow's mouth.
Of course the commentator didn't come over. The red-haired beauty commentator walked towards them.
The reason was that the commentator just interviewed Andrew, who was the last one to enter the training room. When asked why he was late, he said in an ambiguous tone that he met a beautiful Chinese boy and wanted to ask the boy out for a walk in the nearby woods after training.
Upon further questioning, it turned out that this boy was tmm's chaos. The other players on their side also didn't know what they were making a fuss about, but they started to make a commotion.
After hearing the whole story, chaos himself felt that if he were a martial artist with inner strength, the mouse in his hand would definitely be crushed by him.