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The four-person team training went smoothly and won the whole afternoon. Except for SFD, LA and all other domestic players who chose to rank up at this time were hit hard.

After the last game, the defenders' victory screen popped up on the computers of all four SFD players, and the messages in the players' WeChat group were so loud that they were almost jumping out of the phone screens.

LA-LEO:?

LA-LEO: [Picture] [Picture]

LA-LEO: Wrong? This is my total win today, KD 0.6, and I got killed 8 times by you newbies in 10 rounds. Any clues?

LA-LEO: Bro? What crime have I committed?

[LA-LEO: Are you treating me like a liar?]

Victims from other teams followed suit and posted their own battle records, with some even recording videos of being killed by SFD-Sweet.

The video is 8 seconds long in total, and you can only see a power boy rushing over like a ghost, with the black muzzle of his gun covering the entire screen, and his health bar evaporates instantly like a ghost story.

LA-LEO: It turns out you guys are still playing with restraint in duo queue.

LA-LEO: But there's no need to give the brothers such a big show of force right from the start, right?

Jiang Yuanren was laughing so hard that he almost became silly, and his handwriting was not even typing properly.

[SFD-Source: No, I didn't expect Sweet to be so strong today.]

LA-LEO:?

[SFD-Source: Really? He's like this against other teams too. He's not targeting you.]

"Damn." Jiang Yuan couldn't help but speak up for Leo. "Poor guy, but our training time is up, so he can continue lining up and make up for the points he lost this afternoon."

After saying that, he turned around and gave Shi Jing a thumbs up: "Sweet, you're so strong today! Have you been secretly practicing extra these days?"

The person in the camera behind me didn't react.

Jiang Yuan: “Sweet?”

Shi Jing's back looked very stiff.

After a while, he wiped his face and said, "You guys fight first."

After saying this, he got up and went to the bathroom.

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Shi Jing turned on the faucet in the bathroom sink to the maximum.

I poured cold water over my head for a long time, trying to use the low temperature to bring my sanity back to my brain.

But it doesn't seem to have much effect.

At this time, there was no one else in the entire base except them. It was quiet and peaceful, with only the sound of flowing water and Shi Jing's own breathing.

Maybe it was also his heartbeat that had become increasingly noticeable since the first inning.

damn it.

What is Lu Zhiye doing?

Isn’t it just that I refused to hold hands with him...one night...

With such a loud noise, any teammate who walked near their camera position, or the coach or manager who pushed the door open suddenly could see them.

But what if we bump into each other?

Grass.

The words found from that damn AI software suddenly popped into Shi Jing's mind.

Shi Jing looked at himself in the mirror with wet hair and pursed his lips tightly.

Just as I was about to pour cold water on my face again and leave, I heard footsteps behind me.

Shi Jing quickly turned on the faucet and composed himself.

But he stopped halfway through.

Whose footsteps could this be?

"What are you doing here?" Shi Jing asked in a stiff tone without even raising his head.

Lu Zhiye stood beside him and didn't move any closer.

"Are you angry?" he asked.

The same familiar human-machine tone as always.

Shi Jing: “…”

angry?

No.

Several unfamiliar emotions intertwined and ran rampant in his heart. He was out of control and had no experience to rely on. Shi Jing couldn't find any words to describe it.

After a while, he managed to utter, "What do you think?"

Lu Zhiye: "Sorry."

Shi Jing: “…”

For some reason, he didn't want to hear Lu Zhiye's apology at all.

"I didn't expect you to be so disgusted."

"."

That's not offensive at all.

"I don't like holding hands." Lu Zhiye said, "I understand."

Shi Jing: “…”

Shi Jing: "I didn't fucking say..."

You didn’t say you didn’t like it, but you rejected it. What does that mean?

His finger bones cracked slightly, and Shi Jing suddenly said, "I'm not fishing."

"What?"

Shi Jing: “.”

Lu Zhiye frowned, clearly not understanding: "What fishing?"

Shi Jing: “…”

"Nothing. Just a stupid piece of software." Shi Jing suddenly felt like he was about to give himself away, so he stopped himself in time. "Tonight...you asked me about that thing before, and I didn't say I didn't like it..."

Oh shit.

"But it doesn't mean I like you..."

Isn't that just fishing?

Is he really a scumbag?

"Fuck..." Shi Jing grabbed the top of his head, "I didn't mean to—"

The word "scum" got stuck in my throat before I could even utter it.

Lu Zhiye held his hand.

Very gently. While Shi Jing's other hand was still busy scratching his hair, his brain overloaded and not prepared enough, she held his left hand.

The touch of the slightly warm skin instantly sent shockwaves through his brain.

"Very uncomfortable?"

Lu Zhiye's calm voice brought some of Shi Jing's rationality back, causing him to loosen his grip on his arm that was about to pull back subconsciously.

"..." Shi Jing let him hold it, "No."

Not uncomfortable.

"Is that offensive?"

“…No.” Not disgusted either.

From the very beginning, when Lu Zhiye touched him for the first time, Shi Jing had no feelings of disgust.

If there was, he would never allow Lu Zhiye to get so close.

It was the first time, and there was no chance of giving him a second chance.

If he really dislikes it, he will probably try his best to break the person's hand.

"That's acceptable." Lu Zhiye said.

"..." Shi Jing gritted his teeth, "I said I don't mind, are you done yet——"

Mute again.

"What about this?"

Lu Zhiye took Shi Jing's hand and lifted it up slightly.

It's no longer human skin that's in contact.

The sense of touch moved from the back of the hand to the palm, and the body temperature was transmitted to his hand through the thin shirt.

Lu Zhiye placed his hand on his chest.

Shi Jing was stunned.

"You..." He reacted and his expression changed.

Lu Zhiye immediately loosened his grip on his wrist: "If you feel uncomfortable, you can stop at any time."

Shi Jing: “…”

That wasn't the case... How could there be any discomfort for him to touch Lu Zhiye?

It feels very good.

no?

Shi Jing's face felt hot.

At first, he didn't expect Lu Zhiye to do such a thing.

It's very different from his personality...

Bullshit.

It's very different from the personality he pretends to be in front of others.

But it seemed that nothing that Lu Zhiye did in front of him that was unimaginable before did surprise Shi Jing too much.

The scent of incense in front of the washbasin wafts to my nose.

For the first time, Shi Jing wondered who designed the lighting here, why it was so dim.

The mirror reflected their movements at the moment, and perhaps the light from above their heads was reflected in their peripheral vision.

Every heartbeat of Lu Zhiye was clear.

While he stood there stiffly, Lu Zhiye raised his hand and held Shi Jing's wrist, then moved it gently.

The touch moved upwards from the chest, and Shi Jing's palm touched the side of Lu Zhiye's chin.

And then the face.

"so?"

The amount of information far exceeded what his brain could process, causing Shi Jing to crash.

Until the hand being held is facing upwards again.

It brushed the corner of Lu Zhiye's lips.

With a "swish", Shi Jing withdrew his hand as if he had been scalded.

Lu Zhiye raised his eyes: "Disgusted?"

"No..." Shi Jing clenched his palms tightly, trying to dissipate the burning heat. "No, did you hear what I said just now?"

Lu Zhiye: “No.”

Shi Jing: “.”

"I just know that I really like holding hands with you."

"I love being touched by you, too."

"You can touch it as you like."

"Body, face, and..."

"stop!!"

Lu Zhiye didn't stop: "And——"

Afraid that he would say something aggressive, Shi Jing rushed over in a fit of rage.

But it seems a little off.

Maybe it's not biased.

When he realized what the warm touch on his palm was, his whole face turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye and his whole body stiffened.

Grass! ! !

The next second, Lu Zhiye smiled.

Shi Jing's hand was still on the other person's face, and he was caught off guard by the smile in the eyes of the person in front of him.

There was never any change or expression in Lu Zhiye's eyes.

Very casually.

It's also very natural.

Like morning dew, it quietly falls on people's skin.

The soft flesh of the palm can more clearly feel the tactile dynamics.

The moment his heart skipped a beat, the heat on Shi Jing's face rose even faster.

It is not right to retreat, and it is not right not to retreat.

Shi Jing was so stiff that he almost turned into a steaming plaster. Lu Zhiye turned his face away, avoided his hand, and coughed lightly.

Looking back at his eyes, the smile was still there.

"Also," he finished, "Shi Jing, your ability to accept things doesn't seem as slow as you say."

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