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Lu Zhiye grabbed his hand without much force, and it separated almost immediately. He pulled him behind him and then let go.
The rough fingertips touched his palm, a touch as light as a dragonfly skimming the water.
Shi Jing was standing behind, and it took him half a second to realize that the soft flesh on the palm of his hand was itchy.
“…”
Shi Jing glanced at Lu Zhiye, but the person in front of him had his back to him, as if the little movement just now was just his illusion.
"Have you finished checking the other equipment?" Lu Zhiye looked at the leader of the alliance investigation team.
The team leader no longer had the energy to check any peripherals. He quickly exchanged glances with the other two team members and said to Lu Zhiye, "We've checked, we've checked, there's nothing wrong."
Lu Zhiye nodded and gestured for invitation.
It was obvious that they were not happy and were about to kick people out.
The fat manager put on a smile and said, "If that's all right, please come this way. It's getting late."
The report was completely false and turned out to be a joke. The alliance team left at a much faster pace than when they came.
"I'm speechless. I was so happy to win the competition, but it had to end like this." After seeing the investigation team enter the elevator and the door close, Jiang Yuan said, "Who would report us? Do you have any idea?"
He was asking about Song Jiahang.
Song Jiahang shrugged. "If I were to report you, I might even make a list of suspects."
"..." Jiang Yuan rolled his eyes at him. "It's more likely that your name is the only one on the list."
Zhou Li'an: "Sweet is a newcomer, and this is only the second week of the competition. Why would someone target him?"
"That's why I find it strange," Jiang Yuan said. "I think this report is more likely directed at our club."
He thought for a moment and then said viciously, "It must be some idiot team in the country."
"There is no impenetrable wall in the world. The alliance must know who reported it. They lost face here and it won't leave a good impression on the person who reported it." Song Jiahang rarely said some comforting words.
Shi Jing didn't care what the people in the alliance thought, nor did he care who reported him.
Where there is a circle, there is competition. I encountered this kind of thing many times in my previous life.
He was just about to take advantage of the good opportunity when no one noticed him while others were talking to stuff those damn posters and figurines back into the cabinet—
The table is empty.
Shi Jing was stunned.
Zhou Li'an saw his movements and said, "Hey, the captain took away Sweet's collection."
Shi Jing: “…”
Oh shit.
Lu Zhiye helped him pack up his things, then went downstairs with the alliance members and took everything away.
It would have been fine if he hadn't mentioned it, but once he did, the expressions of the people around him became quite interesting.
"Ahem. Sweet, it's okay. Don't be embarrassed. You're a fan of Brother Lu, and everyone knows that." Jiang Yuan said, "When we first started playing professionally, we all admired other players. Who hasn't collected merchandise? It's normal, right, Dazhuang!"
Song Jiahang, who was poked by him, was silent for two seconds before saying, "Yeah, normal."
But his silence said it all.
"I didn't collect it." Shi Jing's expression darkened. "The figurine was given to me by my manager last time."
"Yeah, I understand." Jiang Yuan nodded understandingly, "You didn't collect anything, you just accidentally picked up a lot of things related to Brother Lu."
Shi Jing: “…”
Zhou Li'an also joined the conversation without knowing the truth: "Yes, our base already has a lot of Captain-related merchandise, so it's normal for Sweet to find it."
Shi Jing: “…”
Otherwise, just assassinate all the SFD members.
No one knew what Lu Zhiye and the members of the alliance investigation team had gone out to do, and they never came back.
Shi Jing felt very uncomfortable sitting in the training room. He couldn't stay there for even a second, so he found a random excuse to leave.
Before he had taken two steps, he met Matt and Dunzi who were on their way back to the second team's training room.
"Sweetheart!" Matt was indignant as soon as he arrived. "Sweetheart, we all heard about it. How could this happen? Which idiot reported you? Was it that Frog? I'm going to report him too!"
Shi Jing: “…”
"Don't talk nonsense. Wazai was praising Xiao Tiantian during the live broadcast, and it must have been an anonymous report. How would Xiao Tiantian know who reported it?" Dunzi patted Matt.
Before Shi Jing could sigh that there was finally a smart person in the world, Dunzi said, "Besides, if Xiao Tiantian knew who reported it, would he still be here?"
Shi Jing: “?”
Dunzi: "They must have beaten the crap out of the person who reported it, right, Sweetie?"
Shi Jing: “.”
Shi Jing sometimes felt that Dunzi and Matt's understanding of him was a little too advanced.
"Am I that violent?" Shi Jing said with a stern face.
Matt smirked. "That's not the case. At most, I killed that guy a dozen or twenty times in the game."
Shi Jing: “…”
"Forget it, there's no point in getting mad at people like that," Dunzi said. "Whoever reported it must be jealous because they're such a jerk. They're just mad with incompetence."
"Sinister villain, disgusting." Matt sighed. "If I ever find out who it is, I'll just give him a left hook, a right hook, and a side kick, and send him to see his grandmother."
After waving his bamboo stick arm, he put his arm around Shi Jing's shoulder and said, "Come on, Xiao Tiantian, don't be angry anymore. I'll treat you to a meal."
"Oh, by the way, I just met a few people. They said that the leader of the league investigation team violated the players' privacy. What happened?" Dunzi suddenly looked up.
Shi Jing's heart, which had just been put at ease, hesitated for a moment, then he said, "...It's nothing."
Dunzi wanted to say something more when the elevator door opened again and the assistant coach walked in.
Seeing them, he smiled and asked, "Where are you going?"
"Take Xiao Tiantian out for dinner!" Matt became conspicuous when he saw the beautiful sister. "You won the game but still got wronged. Of course I have to treat my brother to happiness."
The assistant coach said, "Huh?" "But... Sweet, didn't you order takeout?"
"?" Shi Jing frowned, "What takeaway?"
Matt: "Sweetheart didn't order anything."
The assistant coach was puzzled. "That's weird. I just had someone get it for you. It was delivered to your table in the training room next door. Your name was on it. I thought you ordered it."
The group returned to the team's training room.
E-sports clubs have all experienced incidents of malicious packages. The assistant coach walked in front, followed closely by Matt and Dunzi, and rushed in with great momentum.
"What's wrong?" Jiang Yuan immediately got up from his seat to join in the fun.
"Someone ordered takeout for Sweet, and I'm afraid it's something not- WOW!"
“Fuck!”
“Oh my god!!”
I almost went deaf.
Shi Jing was attacked by their sound waves and walked closer with a frown to take a look.
In the opened takeout box, an exquisite little cake quietly caught everyone's sight.
Fondant.
Below is the iconic circular building on today's game map, with a Q-version man standing on it.
A modified version of Power Boy, holding a Havok rifle.
You can tell how old Shi Jing is just by looking at his expression and hairstyle.
"This..." Jiang Yuan was stunned. "This...is this really a cake?"
Everyone was stunned.
Shi Jing was also stunned for a long time.
Then glance at the base.
Next to it, there's a little parrot holding a heart in its mouth, which doesn't fit in with the overall Apex game style.
But because it was too small, it was not noticed by others.
My ears started to feel hot.
No wonder Lu Zhiye hasn’t come back for so long.
Oh shit.
Where does he... get so many thoughts from?
"Who sent this? A fan of Sweet?"
"Wait, there's an envelope!"
Matt was the first to come to his senses and took out his phone: "Oh my god! Don't move, let me take a picture first--"
The camera went dark.
Shi Jing walked over, one hand still in his pocket, and holding his camera with the other.
"You're taking a picture of your ass." He pressed down on the envelope next to the cake, holding the heart pattern on it in his palm and hiding it. "Put your phone away."
Matt was quiet for a moment before asking, "What do you mean, you want to eat alone?"
Shi Jing stuffed the letter into his coat pocket, put the cake back into the box and tied it up: "I'll take you out for hot pot."
Matt: "What about the cake?"
Several pairs of hungry eyes focused on Shi Jing.
Throw it away.
Throw it in front of Lu Zhiye along with this torn letter.
What answered them was an indifferent back and red tips of ears.
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The fact is that the second week's online competition left Shi Jing with no time to think about anything else.
The Q-version figurine on the fondant cake quietly occupied an entire layer of the villa's refrigerator from that day until the weekend.
Fortunately, this thing has a shelf life of several months, so it’s nice to use it purely as a decoration.
"Next week is the offline doubles tournament, and next Thursday is the opening ceremony of the new season." The fat manager appeared in the training room early in the morning. "These few days are your last vacation."
Jiang Yuan wailed miserably and looked at the fat manager again: "Manager, can we..."
"That's what I'm talking about." The fat manager had been in a good mood for the past two weeks, and his expectations of them had also dropped dramatically. "Don't be too nervous. Today's routine training is over, and you can go out and relax tonight."
"Yeah!"
"Oh, by the way, Sweet." The fat manager called Shi Jing's name, "Do you have any other plans this afternoon?"
Shi Jing had just finished practicing his gun and looked up and asked, "No, are we going to practice the new lineup this afternoon?"
"No," the chubby manager said, "Practicing a new lineup is your coach Wan's job. I've contacted a stylist to restyle your hair this week."
Shi Jing was stunned.
I glanced at my hair on the glass curtain wall.
I did a one-time styling for the last makeup photo shoot, and the hair I had cut has grown back a little.
He glanced at Lu Zhiye next to him.
Grass.
When did he get his hair done?
The chubby manager raised an eyebrow at him and said, "We're going to play offline next week, so get yourself a nice look so you can look good on camera."
"Does Britney Spears need styling?" Jiang Yuan said, "She just needs to grab her hair twice and it's photogenic."
"Don't listen to his nonsense." The fat manager patted Jiang Yuan on the head. "Every time he plays offline, he spends half an hour fiddling in the preparation room. He really hopes that the rest of you won't dress up."
Song Jiahang gave the fat manager a thumbs up: "You really understand."
Jiang Yuan: "That's not the case!"
The fat manager said: "You can tell the stylist any request you have. You can dye your hair if you want, but just don't use a too outrageous color. It's mainly to add the finishing touch."
Shi Jing turned his head and looked back at the computer screen: "Got it."
afternoon.
It was the last frenzy before the game started. A group of people discussed for a long time. They were tired of going to KTV, so they decided to book a large private room in a private cinema to watch a horror movie.
Before the main group set off, they sent Shi Jing to a hair salon that they often cooperated with.
Shi Jing's needs were simple. He himself had a good head-to-shoulder ratio, a small face and head, and thick hair. With a little trimming and a perm, he could take a photo and hang it in front of the hair salon as a poster.
It was done in less than two hours, and Shi Jing lay on the chair waiting for it to dry.
"How's the temperature?" Teacher Tony asked as he turned on the hair dryer and swept it over Shi Jing's head a few times. "Is it hot?"
"It's not hot." The ends of his hair hit his face with water droplets, and Shi Jing simply closed his eyes.
The warm wind blew across my scalp, and all I could hear was the sound of strong wind.
Teacher Tony: "Your hair will be fine after you blow it. Don't you need to color it? You have fair skin, so a lighter color would be more eye-catching and look good."
“No.”
In the past, EVG forced him to dye his hair in order to attract fans. After dyeing, his hair looked like straw, and it was extremely troublesome to take care of. He had to keep touching up the color, and when it fell off, he looked like a little yellow-haired boy on the street.
I'm busy with training, interviews and competitions every day, so I don't have time to spend on these things.
I'd rather die than let him touch this hair dyeing thing again.
Seeing that he had no other needs, Teacher Tony stopped disturbing him and quietly helped Shi Jing blow his hair.
Hairstyling not only involves blow-drying, but also shaping. It takes much longer than usual to blow-dry short hair. Shi Jing almost fell asleep, but the stylist was still fiddling with his hair.
But it's still very comfortable.
The stylist's fingers were long and had just the right amount of strength. They reached into the ends of his hair, gently stroked his scalp a few times, and then lifted his hair from his forehead.
There was a faint and familiar scent of bath water, and at the end, the remaining body temperature seemed to pass by his ear.
Itchy.
His fingers stayed here for a moment, and with a little skill, he lifted Shi Jing's chin a little upwards, revealing more of the smooth skin under his neck.
It wasn't very forceful, but being held down by these hands gave me a feeling of immersion, comfort, and subtle restraint.
Shi Jing frowned and opened his eyes.
From the off-angle angle of the mirror in front of him, he caught sight of the well-toned upper body and half of the sleeve of a casual jacket of the man standing behind him. Startled for a moment, Shi Jing looked up, only to see a neck and a well-defined jawline.
Shi Jing was completely awake.
Lu Zhiye lowered his eyes and looked into his eyes.
What kind of stylist is that?
From the beginning, I don't know when the person was replaced.
The hands that had been pressing in his hair for a long time belonged to Lu Zhiye.
"You..." Shi Jing opened his mouth and was about to swear.
"nice."
Lu Zhiye said lightly.
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