【Double Dragon Group】Rationality and My Grace

Chapter 11

80.

On April [-]st, the league held an event and invited many retired players back.

The coach decided to take the whole team to the scene to join in the fun.

When he got in the car and sat in the front seat, he always felt that someone was staring at him from behind - he held back for a long time, and finally couldn't help turning his head, but what he met was Shuten-douji's eyes: "...what's wrong?"

"I don't know if I should say something or not..."

"If it's three words, forget it."

"It's three words."

Shuten-douji was half suspicious and half worried: "Have you caught a cold?"

Yimulian shook his head, knowing that he looked sluggish, and coughed for a long time while wearing a mask, probably because he fell asleep too late last night and got a little angry.

"Oh," Jiu Tun understood, and yelled back, "My throat hurts, I heard that you went too far yesterday!"

Huang hit six points in the air: . . . . . .

81.

As soon as the April Fool's Day event was over, the training immediately returned to normal.

As soon as April arrives, the playoffs will not be far away.

Judging from the current points situation, it is a foregone conclusion for QUQ to enter the playoffs. With 10 consecutive victories, they have already got all the points they should get.

——If you just think about it that way, it's really optimistic.

Looking at the game schedule again, the next match will be against the No. [-] OWO, the next match will be against the No. [-] QXQ, and the last match will be against a weak team, TDT.

The winning streak is likely to be terminated, and it is simply a showdown to the death.

Even if you are playing against one of the best teams, no one will be lazy because of this, the fun is over, the whole team and the substitutes will put into intense training again, sitting in the training room from morning till night, and no one will just slip out to play. .

Jiu Tun stroked his chin, sneaking glances at the Nakano and Yen beside him from time to time.

He doesn't have the dedication to be a light bulb, he doesn't want to sit here at all!

If the coach hadn't kicked him and said, "It's fun to be a single dog, the final is coming soon, contact your Ue Nakano brothers to get in touch, go to the third row", he really didn't want to come-let yourself go Isn't it good to let brotherhood go for a while!

Although his EQ is not very high, his IQ is definitely not low. It can be seen that these two people are in a cold war!

Coach, do you push people into the fire pit like this!

Jiu Tun gritted his teeth with hatred.

Forget about the cold war, the game is still played, the pot is still grabbed, the jungler is still living in the middle lane and letting the top lane let himself go...

Jiu Tun: "Brother, come to the road to help, sir, I know that you and the mid laner love you and me, but the jungler on the other side is going to catch me like a psycho!"

Huang: "I inserted the eye, you can do it yourself."

Jiu Tun: "What a ghost, how can I press the knife with the chicken behind the eye?"

Huang: "None of my business."

Brother your mother's brother.

82.

Good "brothers" break up when they say they break up.

——This is also one of the daily routines.

Having said that, Huang still helped him drive away a wave of raids by the enemy jungler. After retreating benevolently, Jiu Tun found that the opponent's jungler went back to the top road with a shameless face. .

A tower broke down on the road.

Fortunately, Yimulian was kind, seeing that he was not developing well, told him to change the line, and went to resist the pressure by himself.

Huang didn't follow up on the road shamelessly, but the jungler on the other side followed him miraculously, his skills were released, the screen went black, and the world was peaceful.

Jiu Tun couldn't bear it any longer, and tapped the keyboard like a murderer.

[Really single: It’s too much, brother! 】

We meet by chance, isn't it just a ranking, as for this!It's like killing your father and enemy, don't you want to be so exaggerated!

Unexpectedly, the opposite jungler really returned him.

[One punch and one humming monster: Best friend! 】

[Really single: . . .Who the fuck is your best friend? 】

[One punch and one groaning monster: How about it, does the red wine from before suit your taste, my best friend~]

Jiu Tun dropped the keyboard, and the tiger fled in a shock.

83.

In fact, more than one person answered him.

The jungler on the opposite side is in duo, together with the top laner, the conversation between the two of them is really hard to describe, and the top laner can't help but speak.

[Miss Carp is so cute: Uh, that... Our jungler didn't do it on purpose, please don't report him...]

[Really single: It's too late! 】

[Miss Carp is so cute: He really didn't mean to, he has been spying on you for a day, and now he is so happy that he is almost epileptic...]

Snipe?Snipe your uncle!

84.

Oh, in fact, Jiu Tun is quite innocent, he didn't even drink those two bottles of dry red.

They are very poor, only survived for a few hours in this world.

When the coach confiscated them, Jiu Tun thought, he was a little bit reluctant to part with them, it was rare to hug left and right, the days of winners in life had only passed a few hours, and the hugs were not warm yet, so he just ran away with others... …

Tanuki has only one comment on this: "Did someone rob you of your girlfriend? There is a green light emitting from the top of your head."

Jiu Tun wants to cry but has no tears.

He patted Tanuki on the shoulder.

"Learn to cherish." Your fruit beer.

"?????" I don't have a girlfriend! ! !

85.

After all, teammates, there is always a limit to the cold war.

After all, it is impossible to just look at each other silently. The cooperation between Nakano and the field requires constant communication. In theory, there will be many opportunities to resolve dissatisfaction...

It's a pity that Yimulian is used to muddling along.

Counting the six coaches who ate a pot, everyone's seats are fixed, Huang still sits next to him, and will still help him pick up the food when he can't reach the plate. After the meal, he takes the initiative to stay and help his aunt clean up the mess. Still stays, helps him throw the bowl into the hard-to-reach dishwasher, no different.

The cold war that could be suspended by saying "You misunderstood, I didn't mean that" lasted for almost a week.

City S home, the day to face OWO is coming soon.

The coach kicked their butts one by one and asked them if they had the confidence to win 11 consecutive victories.

He was a little surprised.

——The coach didn't even mention Huang's recent bad state, and he didn't bring the substitute jungler to the gymnasium, as if he was actively cutting a way for the opponent.

A hand suddenly stretched out in front of him, holding a cup of coffee.

Huang is still so keen, he can always find his tiredness when he occasionally lacks sleep.

He was inevitably a little embarrassed, and took it with shaking hands.Open the lid and close the mouth, and the fragrance of cappuccino wafts in the air-conditioned room. Even though there is a layer of corrugated paper, the body of the cup is still hot. Most likely it was bought by Starke at the door, and this time is just the time for the audience to enter the venue. , The queue is estimated to be a long time.

He has a bad tongue, so he can only drink in small sips, while listening to the coach doing the last psychological work before going on the court.

"Don't put too much pressure on it, just play it as a training match. Huang, how have you practiced these days?"

The coach is referring to the new jungler heroes. These days, Huang has been ranking with new heroes. To be honest, the hero has not been developed yet, and the effect of playing is really mediocre. Similarly, it is difficult to be targeted.

Luan imagined the same as him: "General."

The coach nodded: "You can CounterPick, use it if it suits you."

Yimulian couldn’t finish his coffee before going on stage, so he had to take it to the stage. The version changed, and the game time became longer and longer. A game often took four to 10 minutes or even an hour, and the communication within the team also lasted an hour. Dry mouth is inevitable.

Before putting on the earphones, he vaguely heard a unique slogan shouted from the audience, but he didn't understand it. After hesitating for a moment, he heard the live commentary and began to tease that their team's Nakano combination was really popular.

He knew that most of this was due to Huang's high popularity, and he was a little embarrassed.

The air conditioner in the venue was a bit cold, and the coach reminded: "I have a warm baby in my pocket, why don't you?"

"want."

"Ah, wait, I remember I brought..."

"..."

He turned his head and saw that Huang was hurrying to do manual exercises, and the arc of his little finger was stiff, which was probably frozen by the air conditioner.

The coffee is still hot, holding it should warm your hands, right?

Yimulian handed over the coffee, blinked inexplicably, and took the coffee: "Don't drink anymore?"

Huang obviously misunderstood what he meant, shook the coffee, there was more than half left, it was still warm, don't waste it, so he raised his head and took a big sip, and put the cup between the two seats, anyone can reach out and touch it Seeing it, he frowned and muttered, "Too much sugar has been added."

He opened his mouth and said in his heart, Huang's movements were too fast, he didn't even have time to explain it!

Forget it, they are all old men, just drink it...

He remembered a word called Plan Tong.This idea only flew in his mind for less than a second before fading away. He felt that his mind was too dark to have such an unpredictable guess. He quickly turned his attention back to the screen and looked at the little girl in the center of the game. Put on a playful and cute pose, pretending that the heartbeat has not accelerated suddenly, and jumped three feet high.

He's straight, but that doesn't mean he's uninformed.

Even if it happened between two elders...

this--

Isn't it an indirect kiss? !

86.

The game started quickly. Considering the strength of the opponent, Huang didn't choose to go against the jungle. After hitting his own red buff, he returned to the lower jungle area, ready to help Yimulian with a blue buff.

Then with a slip of his hand, the jungler scalded the blue buff to death.

Yimulian: "..."

The commentator over there understands better than them, and he grinned: "This Nakano wants to be merciful, hahahahaha!"

The little girl in the audience screamed.

87.

Yimulian has silently imagined the appearance of losing the game many times in his heart.

According to his understanding of everyone in the team, Jiu Tun would be furious, Qing Xingdeng would pout and hang his head, Tanuki would complain a lot of dissatisfaction and then take the blame, and Huang... would be calmer than them all. At the same time, Yintang was so black that he might go black at any time and go on a rampage.

The coach once said that the more intense the reaction, the faster the anger will disappear. It takes less than a few hours for the mentality to recover. The calmer the reaction, once the mentality really collapses, it will be very difficult to adjust.

So when the base was poked away bit by bit by the chess master, Yimulian's first reaction was to sneak a glance at Huang's expression.

The jungler needs to bring rhythm in the early stage. Once the rhythm breaks down, the jungler will always bear more blame than others.

Generally speaking, relying on jungle command in the early stage and auxiliary command in the later stage, civet cats are obviously unable to take on the heavy responsibility of commanding, and this thankless job falls to Huang again. Every decision is crucial, wrong words In a word, the consequences are likely to be at the level of group destruction.

He also touched his pocket to reconfirm that he had brought a quick-acting reassurance pill.

Carefully glanced at Huang, he let go of his hand again, feeling that his worries were superfluous—this time he played for five or ten minutes, there was no pity written on Huang's face, it was just that the conductor was thirsty, and seeing that he really didn't Meaning to drink, he took the coffee on the table and drank it down.

The coffee is placed in the middle of the seats, which naturally means that whoever wants to drink it, just take it and drink it.

But he didn't touch it the whole time.

Yimulian suddenly felt a little regretful.

The reason why he didn't touch the coffee was not because Huang drank it, but simply because he was full...

He didn't want Huang to misunderstand him.

Huang's expression was normal, and he was being scolded by the coach like an old father--except for accidentally scorching the blue buff that should belong to Yimulian to death in the round just now, he didn't make any mistakes, and the coach didn't dare to scold him too much.

"Yimulian, you won't break your friendship just because of a blue buff, will you?" the coach asked suddenly.

"Eh?"

He came out of the dazed state, and it took him a while to judge that the other party was just joking, so he shook his head quickly, "No."

The coach nodded: "Okay, if you have any complaints, the two of you will fight and the matter will be over. Don't hold back!"

He muttered inwardly that it was not good, what did the coach see?

"Remember, avoid hand slaps, face slaps are fine, it's best not to disfigure—"

"..."

The tone is so relaxed, it doesn't feel like it.

He couldn't help but follow the coach's gaze. Huang was still the same as usual, sitting far away from others, sitting in a corner, maybe because the match just lasted too long, he had a severe headache, closed his eyes, and gently massaged with his left hand He frowned, but failed to smooth out the frown that he unconsciously frowned.

He couldn't help asking.

"Are you okay?"

Huang opened his eyes, with surprise in his expression: "It's okay."

Huang is a person who likes to be brave, Yimulian knew it, and didn't take the refusal seriously: "Headache? Qing Xingdeng might have painkillers..."

"It's okay, my brain hurts."

He stopped talking.

He suddenly remembered the vacation after the autumn competition last year. The two of them organized a group to go to the next city to play. On the way, they found that their ID cards were lost, and they could not buy air tickets. They might be charged with violating the law. What a serious matter. , it turned out that what Huang said was also the same sentence "the head hurts".

He heard that he put down the map and was about to contact the police, but Huang stopped him, saying not to ruin the itinerary because of this, so the two of them stood at the intersection like idiots, in front of a group of middle-aged uncles and aunts. Rock-paper-scissors best-of-three games.

In the end, he won, and Huang went to the police station with the three big characters of wanting to repent written on his face, and reported his loss in time before he was in the mood to continue traveling.

I don’t know the place well, so it took me a long time to make such a trip, the sky was dark, and I couldn’t think of any alternative itinerary with convenient transportation. Like idiots, the two of them found an Internet cafe near the hotel and spent a whole night. It seems that a day trip to the Internet cafe is also considered tourism.

At that time, QUQ was still an unpopular team, and no one in the huge Internet cafe recognized them, so they lined up heartlessly until past eleven o'clock.

When he left the Internet cafe, the wind picked up, and a thin coat was not enough, and he was blown away as soon as he walked to the door.

Without further ado, Huang took off his coat for him, and even halfway through the walk, he still laughed at him for not knowing how to wear more clothes after reading the weather forecast, so he almost froze to death on the street.

He didn't think of a rebuttal until he walked back to the hotel——

He froze to death on the street. If he doesn't have an ID card, he wants to go back to the hotel? If he wants to freeze to death, he should freeze to death together.

Huang was stunned for a while, then snorted, and didn't answer again.

At that time, he thought that he had said something wrong and made Huang angry. After all, everyone in the team knew Huang's strange temper, so he shrank into the box and found two masks, and decided to rely on the fairy boy's tradition to resolve the crisis.

Speaking of it, I really deserve the title of Huang's "Friends of Women", because everyone knows to take good care of their skin when they are facing the computer screen all the year round. Over time, they have developed the habit of putting on masks together. In order to keep the beauty of the girls, girls, Everyone forcibly refined it, which was not easy.

The mask was put on for a long time, and it was time to tear it off.

He turned around and wanted to remind Huang who was lying on the side with his eyes closed and meditating, but he opened his mouth and forgot what he should say.

The other party was wearing a mask, and he was really asleep, but the corners of his mouth were curled up, and he didn't know what to do. He seemed to be praised by the leader, and he was in such a good mood that even the mask was about to burst into laughter.

It's a pity that Yimulian has a pure heart, otherwise he would have to scold him.

Ma De, you are so arrogant.

tbc

*What's the reason for the hot blue buff?

Refer to LOL, the red buff in the upper field (generally eaten by the jungler), and the blue buff in the lower field (usually taken by the mid laner). The wild should leave the tail knife for the mid laner.But the jungle knife (usually only released by the jungler) has a very small amount of continuous damage, which is also called "hot". Burned to death = killed by continuous damage, that is, Huang Jiang took away Lian Lian by accident. The Tail Knife【.

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