FOG

After returning to the base, everyone went to wash their face and take a shower. Chen Huo only slept for four hours yesterday. Now he just wants to sleep, and ca n’t help but complain: “When can the league change the rules? Why do you have to wear makeup after each game? Going on the game? The key is that I ca n’t see any difference after finishing. "

Chen Huo wiped his face, rubbed his fingertips, and disgusted: "I can bear it even if it's melted, the most **** thing is why I still need to remove makeup after makeup? The trouble is dead, even if I don't remove makeup, I still have pimples. This **** ... "

"The rules are the rules, where are there so many complaints." Lao Qiao knocked his head behind Chen Chen, "one by one, with no trims, looks good? Under the lights of the competition venues, everything appears to be okay ?! Then I will click on you. Powder, can you just rub it more when you wash your face? "

"You have to use makeup remover." Chen Huo turned to look at Lao Qiao, confused, "Are you always rubbing hard every time you remove makeup? Or do you grow old faster ..."

Old Joe rolled his eyes and pressed Chen Huo's head.

On the competition day, no rest is required. After returning to the base, everyone can move freely, take a shower, take a break from the bath, and Yu Yong went to the training room by himself.

Yu Yong was not in a hurry to wash his face. He relied on his handsome face and his skin was good. He used to wear makeup before the game. It was the same before today's game. I went to the official dressing room and came out. A group of straight men couldn't see the difference, but he was gone.

Yu Yong, who was free of this troublesome program, turned on the computer and took the opportunity to look at the new thing he just learned-the emotion mediation program.

That thing really sounds a bit powerful.

Yu Yong is one of twenty-one this year. The last time I watched a variety show was a big windmill more than ten years ago. After entering this line, Yu Yong basically had no entertainment life. When she usually relaxes, she also looks at American and British dramas. Little is known about these weird variety shows. He opened the webpage and searched inexplicably. It took a little time to check it one by one. It took ten minutes to touch the door. He clicked on a program produced by a local station that looked like it, and put on headphones. It looked seriously.

Yu Yong took off the headset after watching it for three minutes.

He rubbed his eyebrows and spicy eyes.

Yu Yong is very happy now that he didn't speak for a while on the bus back to the base and said he wanted to go to this kind of show.

Too bad.

The program was completely different from Yu Yong's thinking. Ten or so-called emotional experts persuaded people to quarrel together and Yu Yu's ears hurt. He dropped the headphones on the table, completely abandoned the idea, and went to the shower himself.

Ten minutes later, Shi Luo entered the training room after taking a shower and changing his private clothes.

There are still many problems in today ’s game. Free can win so easily because the Bison team is not strong enough and the personal abilities of the four are too strong, but there is almost no good cooperation between the two games in detail. The rhythm is broken due to insufficient coordination. This is the regular season. If such a flaw occurs in the big game, it will inevitably be regarded as a breakthrough by the opponent, which will reverse the situation.

Shi Luo couldn't accept the situation because he had a problem. He was about to recheck today's game. When passing Yu Yu's plane, he unexpectedly discovered that Yu Yu's computer was turned on. Shi Luo glanced over his head, his expression gradually solidified.

In the video software player of Yu Yong's computer screen, the program has reached its climax. The two mother and daughter-in-law sit at both ends of the sofa, crying and tearing their hearts apart, and blaming each other for not.

Shi Luo stared blankly at the computer screen.

Thinking back to the crowd on the base car, Shi Luo felt half cold.

Yu Yong This is ... I really want to send myself and the irritable book here?

If it was someone else, Luo would not believe it when he was killed, but Yu Yong could not, Yu Yu had a conviction!

The lesson that was thrown into the college entrance examination room was too deep. Shi Luo was convinced that Yu Yong could do anything when he was cruel.

Shi Luo looked at the fast-spoken host on the screen in awe, circumvented Yu Yong's plane in fright, and sat down carefully in front of his own plane.

After taking a shower, Yu Yong was called downstairs by Lao Qiao.

The first game of the regular season started, and Lao Qiao drove out to buy food and celebrated. After thanking everyone, they sat down to eat. Yu Yong had been eating slowly for several years due to stomach problems. He ate slowly, and Yu Guang swept Shi Luo from time to time.

Yu Yong frowned slightly, wondering if he was sensitive, Yu Yong vaguely felt that Luo was avoiding his eyes.

Although the two of them would still quickly look away from each other until now, they were never so sensitive, and Shi Luo's feeling of escaping and resisting was too obvious.

If the relationship between the two can be displayed with a progress bar, Yu Yong feels that it is now at least back to the day when Luo Luo moved to the Free base.

What's going on here?

It was just a game.

The game was won steadily and there was no friction between the two of them. What happened?

Yu Yong followed Shi Luo's expression quietly, eating slowly. Soon Luo was full, and Shi Luo did not sit at the dining table for a while while playing with her mobile phone as usual. She gave her aunty and went upstairs after eating.

Yu Yong also put down the chopsticks.

Old Qiao glanced at Yu Yong and swallowed the dish: "What's wrong? You only took a few bites, why didn't you?"

Yu Yongduan overheated the soup and took two sips: "Stomach hurts."

"What's the situation?" Zhou Huo sitting on the other side looked over sensitively. "Then don't delay the time! Wear a coat and I will take you to the hospital."

Yu Yong shook his head: "Not so serious, a little uncomfortable, just drink two hot soups."

Puppy looked up: "Is it okay? Drink some Yangwei Granules?"

"No, it's not serious." Yu Yong shook his head. "Hurry up and eat, and replay today's game."

Zhou Huo worried: "Are you okay? Don't hold on, you will use a lot of activities in the next few days. You can't drop the chain."

Yu Yong nodded: "It's okay, rest assured."

Zhou Huo nodded reluctantly, and told him, "We and our drivers both turn on the phone 24 hours a day, and call when we feel uncomfortable."

Several people finished their dinner one after another, and everyone went to the meeting room together, opened the projection and resumed the game together.

It took less than an hour for the two games to add up, but Lao Qiao had been playing for three hours, and the notes were full of seven copies of Dangdang. After the first round of the game, Zhou Huo also followed him. He followed the three-hour boring rehearsal in a drowsy game. When the rewind was finally over, he had to sigh again. Dare to say that a professional player is just a little **** who plays games, so I picked him up and listened to the replay. My eyes are full of blood ... Old Joe, can I ask? Just the two-second action just now, put it on fire Is it really necessary to repeat Chen ’s movements thirty times to show Chen Hu? Do n’t say Chen Huo, I ’m going to vomit ... ”

"It is necessary, if he has this kind of problem again next time, he needs to re-read it sixty times, and go back and repeat the normalized actions to do at least a thousand times to form a muscle memory." Lao Qiao recorded a review of everyone's problems The record is handed to everyone, "It is the most basic micro-operation training. Usually, a little slack training is easy to cause problems and is not perfect."

"Come on ..." Zhou Huo shook his head and sighed, "I thought you were only half an hour old, and I thought you ended up with two words to encourage morale. After three hours of listening, I no longer have morale. Everyone is working hard and will not delay your time. "

Everyone got up and went back to the training room. Zhou Huo turned back and looked at Yu Yong with confidence. "Whisper, are you okay?"

Luo was looking at Yu Yong while looking down at his record.

Yu Yong looked as usual: "OK."

Yu Yongyi said it was okay. Zhou Huo was even more worried: "What is okay? Don't joke with your body. While it's too late, I can't stand it and go to the hospital. Don't get serious."

"It's okay." Yu Yong refused altogether. "Go back and look at the replay record. I want to broadcast it for a while today, don't worry about me."

Zhou Huo helpless: "Why is this so? Well, it's convenient to use a car anyway. I'll say it when it's serious."

Yu Yong rubbed his stomach with one hand and took the record that Lao Qiao gave him. He recorded the meeting room and went to the training room.

Shi Luo followed Yu Yong, frowning slightly.

After returning to the training room, everyone looked at their own record of the replay and summed up the problems to start free activities. Chen Huo formed the double row of Angel Swords in the next team. Puppy himself did simulation training on a custom server, and Yu Yong opened the live broadcast.

Shi Luo didn't start the live broadcast, he had a dim sum and didn't sing in a single row.

After taking back the old account, all rankings were cleared. Shi Luo has been used to scoring points in these years. These days, he has been ranked in a single row without any problems. Now he has returned to the top 100 of the national service.

After entering the first hundred, the ranking was too slow. Shi Luo waited with his heart waiting, and WeChat suddenly rang.

[Manager · Zhou]: [Evil, I went back to my parents ’home today, not at the base. You help me pay attention. Yu Yong's stomach is not very comfortable today. She doesn't take medicine or see a doctor. I worry that it will be serious. ]

[Manager · Zhou]: [I also told Lao Qiao, but Lao Qiao was too careless, don't worry about him, you can help pay attention. ]

Shi Luo's eyebrows twisted up, and it turned out to be an upset stomach.

Shi Luo looked up at Yu Yong.

Yu Yong's face is the same as usual, but from time to time he will stroke his stomach with his left hand. He is also in a single row, no extra hands to take care of himself, every time it is rubbed and continue to press the keyboard quickly.

Shi Luo replied to Zhou Huo: [I see. ]

Shi Luo was absently single-rowed and looked at Yu Yong from time to time. Obviously, Yu Yong rubbed his stomach more and more frequently.

But this person seemed to be unconscious. After one round ended, another round immediately. It was completely uninterrupted. The medical doctors did not line up very much, and almost clicked to enter the map. For two hours in a row, Yu Yong was basically playing for one second without stopping.

Shi Luo became more and more anxious, even if this man went for a cup of hot water?

Shi Luo glanced at the imperceptible Chen Huo and Puppy, and couldn't help complaining. Are you a pro teammate? Does anyone persuade him to take a rest?

Shi Luo became more and more upset. After another half an hour, when Luo had already been unable to bear to remind Yu Yong to take a rest, Yu Yong pushed the keyboard forward and adjusted McDonnell: "I'm not very comfortable, I got here today. "

Yu Yong said he took off the headphones and got out of the training room.

Shi Luo's heart was empty, and the memory of the past was not good. He almost instinctively got up and followed.

Yu Yong returned to his own room.

Shi Luo stood in front of the training room and looked in the direction of Yu Yong's room, hesitating.

Was it a little uncomfortable so I slept early, or vomited too uncomfortably?

Is it serious or not?

Shi Luo smoked a cigarette in the hallway, clenched his teeth, walked to the door of Yu Yong and knocked.

A moment later the door opened, and Yu Yong didn't look like she had vomited. Shi Luo felt a little relieved and embarrassed: "It's okay, I'm just ..."

Yu Yong looked at Shi Luo silently: "Is it?"

Shi Luo was helpless and whispered in a self-abuse way: "Are you having a stomachache? I think you ... always rub your stomach."

Yu Yong did not speak.

Shi Luo hesitated and said in a hard tone: "Give you ... pour a cup of hot water?"

Yu Yong was silent for a moment and nodded: "Okay."

Shi Luo turned downstairs to pour hot water.

Yu Yong didn't lock the door, Shi Luo received the hot water and came back to Yu Yong's room. Yu Yong sat in bed in the room, looking down at the phone.

Shi Luo approached and handed the hot water to Yu Yong, awkwardly said: "Drink."

Yu Yong's eyes seemed to flash a helpless look, Shi Luo wondered: "What, what?"

Yu Yong shook his head: "It's okay."

He slowly drank half a cup of hot water. Shi Luo looked at him sideways and asked, "Are you better?"

Yu Yong wiped the water on the corner of her mouth with her thumb and nodded: "It's better."

Yu Yong looked up at Shi Luo, his lips moved slightly.

Shi Luo saw what Yu Yong seemed to say: "Is there anything ...?"

Yu Yong lowered his head and said to himself: "... Five hundred years later, it's still hot water."

Yu Yong's voice was too soft, Shi Luo didn't hear clearly, he raised one eyebrow: "What?"

"There is a sentence ... I wanted to say it two years ago." Yu Yong kept talking. "Shi Luo, even if you find a girlfriend yourself later, when your girlfriend is uncomfortable, you can't just give a cup of hot water. ,do you know?"

Shi Luo somehow had red ears again: "I don't have a girlfriend yet! Let's talk about you ... what do you say about this?"

"Scum guy teaching." Yu Yong took another sip of hot water. "Uncomfortable ... At least help rubbing it?

Knead ... knead ...

Shi Luo's ears were completely red.

Shi Luo froze in place and stuttered: "You ... do you really hurt badly?"

This is the same for Yu Yong every time, no matter how severe the stomachache is, it won't show up. In those days, the stomach bleeds, and he can deal with Ji Yanhan's garbage as usual. Shi Luo was n’t sure what Yu Yong was now, hesitantly said: "Do you really need ... I will help you knead it?"

Yu Yong looked at Shi Luo, still his usual indifferent expression.

This face is matched with this expression ...

Shi Luo couldn't stand this.

Shi Luo took two steps forward, squatted halfway, and stretched his hands: "You ..."

When waiting for Luo to figure out what to do, Yu Yong reached out a hand and gently held Shi Luo's wrist.

Shi Luo froze, his throat twitched: "How, why?"

"I teach you."

Yu Yong held Shi Luo's wrist and pressed his hand against his stomach.

Shi Luo: "!"

Shi Luo's finger trembles.

Nineteen-year-old boy, the most energetic age, has a higher palm temperature than others.

Yu Yong held Shi Luo's hand and rubbed it: "That's it."

Shi Luo was stiff all over, and he rubbed himself gently: "Is ... is that right?"

Yu Yong looked at Shi Luo silently and nodded.

Shi Luo's fingers moved slightly and rubbed a few more times, uncomfortably saying: "In addition to rubbing, is there anything ...?"

Yu Yong asked: "What?"

Shi Luo cleared his throat and sullenly said, "Isn't it a scumbag teaching? Is there anything else to teach?"

"Oh, there is ..."

Yu Yong looked at Shi Luo obsessively, and moved Shi Luo's hand away with little reluctance.

Gentleman Yu Yong retreated a little later, and said softly: "And there is, my stomach hurts."