Quick Pass: Green Tea Strategy

Chapter 164 "E-sports" Can't Clean Him Up 17

Warm breath came from above and hit Lu Zicha's neck. He could feel his broken hair moving slightly with Song Zhaotian's breath, making him itchy.

Lu Zicha's hand stopped unconsciously: "Very good, you have found better partners and teammates, they are very strong."

No one would feel good after losing, but Lu Zicha's words were extraordinarily sincere, and Song Zhaotian could hear that he was sincerely congratulating himself for finding a new teammate.

Song Zhaotian withdrew his hands on the gaming chair, stood up straight, and put his hands in his trouser pockets: "Are you happy?"

"of course."

To be honest, Lu Zicha didn't feel much about Song Zhaotian's finding a new teammate. After all, the other party was the hero of Dashuangwen, and the younger brothers who could be found were not one after another. Anyway, the younger brother who was flowing, the elder brother who was hard, he Lu Zicha Just watching the excitement on the sidelines, what's there to be unhappy about?

Song Zhaotian nodded: "Just be happy."

He turned and walked outside, taking something out of the jacket pocket of his coat.

Lu Zicha's character had just been killed, so he could only watch the battle at this time.

Looking at the back of Song Zhaotian leaving, he somehow felt a little lonely in his mood. Could it be that the company's affairs have not been resolved yet?

The original owner cheated Song Zhaotian of a sum of money when burning the knife. Last time when Song Zhaotian started a live broadcast, Lu Zicha sent the money to him as a gift. Afterwards, Song Zhaotian returned the gift money to him on WeChat, but Lu Zicha never Confiscated, with the intention of creating an independent personality set by a wealthy family.

I've been too busy with training recently, and Lu Zicha hasn't been on that WeChat account for a long time to continue flirting with Song Zhaotian. It feels like something is missing in my life.

The life of the male protagonist Long Aotian should be to slap everyone in the face and shock everyone. If he is in a bad mood, it must be something wrong!

Thinking of this, Lu Zicha immediately took the initiative to follow up for his own strategy performance.

He got up and followed Song Zhaotian out, until he reached the rooftop of the training camp.

The entire sky at night was shrouded in blackness. Looking down from above, the lights all around were lit up, flickering in the night.

A bright spark appeared not far away, and it turned out that Song Zhaotian had come out to smoke.

Lu Zicha didn't know that Song Zhaotian could smoke. Song Zhaotian's body did not smell of tobacco at all, and he had never seen Song Zhaotian smoking before, so he was a little shocked.

Some e-sports players around me also smoke, but their bodies are still somewhat contaminated with the smell of smoke. Lu Zicha doesn’t like the smell of smoke, and he is the kind of healthy person who refuses to smoke second-hand smoke. I have never seen smokers always go around Go, but right now Song Zhaotian is leaning against the wall with a cigarette between his fingers.

Seeing Lu Zicha following him, he raised his eyes, and in his deep eyes, he reflected Lu Zicha wearing a dazzling white short-sleeved shirt in the dark: "Why did you follow me? See, you are playing in high spirits, don't continue training Yet?"

As soon as these words came out, he felt that there was something inexplicably wrong.

If Xu Zong and Jiao Gui were on the scene now, they would definitely be screaming in place quickly: Look at this lonely Song Zhaotian, look at this resentful words, this is not complaining that the little boyfriend likes games too much, and is too fond of games. Enthusiasm, the kind of lines that he ignored?

It's a pity that they were not there, and Lu Zicha didn't appreciate the meaning of these words. He would never have thought that there was such an interpretation of what Song Zhaotian said just now. After all, Song Zhaotian he knew was a cool, handsome, domineering Male protagonist Wen, it is impossible for him to have such an uncool idea!

Lu Zicha stood next to him, and he slowly said, "My character just died, so I just came out to get some air."

What breath?Why was he so slow to speak?

Wasn't he trying to hold his breath because he didn't want secondhand smoke?

The fresh air here is polluted by Song Zhaotian's second-hand smoke. He, a poor man, had to compromise for the sake of the strategy. If it wasn't for this, he would have just left the picker and left!

Remembering that Lu Zicha didn't seem to smoke, Song Zhaotian glanced at him and exposed what he said when he came out to take a breath: "Don't you know how to smoke? You shouldn't be standing next to me, right?"

Actually exposed that he doesn't smoke, Lu Zicha gritted his teeth helplessly in the dark, he was about to say something when he heard Song Zhaotian say again: "If you don't want to smoke, go in, don't waste your training time."

Speaking of this, Lu Zicha always felt that he was underestimated by others, he frowned: "Who said I can't smoke anymore?"

He reached out his hand to Song Zhaotian: "Give it to me, I want to smoke too."

Looking at Lu Zicha's appearance, Song Zhaotian thought he was a kid messing around. He rubbed Lu Zicha's hair that was slightly blown by the evening wind: "There is no more smoke, stop making trouble, and go into the house."

Lu Zicha pouted, he glanced at Song Zhaotian with his hooked eyes, licked his lower lip, and then showed a mischievous expression: "How can you say there are no more cigarettes?"

He raised his hand and snatched the cigarette that Song Zhaotian was holding, and then gently put the cigarette holder in his mouth, and looked at Song Zhaotian with provocative eyes: "Isn't there a cigarette here? "

Looking at the eyes that were within reach, still shining brightly in the dark, and Lu Zicha's innocent and charming expression, Song Zhaotian felt an indescribable impulse in his heart.

Song Zhaotian's arm was propping up on the wall above Lu Zicha's head at this moment, and he wrapped Lu Zicha in his arms.

Lu Zicha was not thin among boys, but she looked very small in front of him.

His appearance is also very young, which doesn't match his own age at all. If he is placed in the crowd of freshmen in high school now, no one will find him mixed in. His young and fair cheeks are so slightly Lift it up, as if a light touch will leave a mark.

Such a well-behaved, white and tender boy now has a cigarette in his mouth, looking a bit uninhibited. The visual impact caused by this excessive contrast made Song Zhaotian swallow involuntarily.

In fact, perhaps the word "holding" should not be used to describe Lu Zicha's actions, and the word "holding" may be more appropriate to describe his current situation.

The filter that Song Zhaotian just smoked was being held in Lu Zicha's mouth at this time, that small mouth was so soft that it was unbelievable that Song Zhaotian wanted to touch those lips that were too soft.