Chapter 64: Jinjiang Novel Exclusive: Is it the face or the lips? ...
For the first time, Shi Jing experienced what it meant to eat so much that you had to walk with the help of a wall.
I forgot where I saw it before, but it said that eating is the easiest way to gain happiness. I didn’t think so at the time, but now I understand.
At least when he encountered this mess of EVG, with a table of his usual diner home-cooked meals in front of him, it was really hard to resist, and he could feel that the unpleasant feeling disappeared completely after a few mouthfuls of food.
So much so that after finishing the piece of cake that was not even enough to fill the gaps between his teeth, Shi Jing was so full that he could hardly eat anything else.
The new season of the four-person team competition will officially start next week. SFD has been holding meetings more and more frequently recently. In addition, they just defeated SKIL in the ranking competition, so Coach Wan quickly gathered everyone in the meeting room to strike while the iron is hot.
"SKIL's performance in ranked matches is still far behind their competition. Furthermore, they're in North America, and their latency is over a hundred times higher than yours when playing on the Asian server. We can't let our guard down just because of one victory." Coach Wan's voice echoed overhead like a lullaby. "Especially you, Xiaoyuan. I heard you popping champagne all over the base before the game even started."
Jiang Yuan pouted: "People need to reward themselves more to be more motivated."
The assistant coach laughed and said, "When haven't you ever rewarded yourself?"
Song Jiahang glanced at him and said, "He can even reward himself with a cup of milk tea after practicing shooting for half an hour."
Jiang Yuan: “…”
The others laughed.
"How dare you laugh!" Coach Wan half-jokingly snapped at him. "I watched your match against SKIL. If you hadn't lost points at the beginning, Sweet wouldn't have even bothered to go all out to pick up your sign."
"That's because LEO's skills are poor!" Jiang Yuan cried out in injustice. "If Dazhuang had been in LEO's place, we would have absolutely crushed SKIL in the first wave."
Everyone was amused by his exaggerated expression.
But what Jiang Yuan said was true. SKIL was facing delays, and SFD was not the original starting lineup, so the victory could not be considered unfair for either side.
Shi Jing did not participate in their conversation. He half-propped up his head and felt sleepy. The voices of the people around him became a low-frequency buzzing, and his eyelids were about to close.
Fortunately, he hadn't trimmed his hair recently, so his bangs had grown quite a bit longer. Plus, they were now against his head, with the ends of his hair halfway covering his eyebrows, so it wasn't noticeable.
Just as my head was about to point downward, a shadow approached.
Something warm touched his forehead.
The sweet cake made his stomach and brain confused, and even his thinking was much slower than usual. It took him a while to realize whose hand was holding him, and he looked up suddenly.
He raised his eyelids to see how bold Lu Zhiye was. The latter slowly withdrew his arm, gently supported his shoulder, and straightened Shi Jing's body.
Lu Zhiye is actually very strong.
At least he can be restrained easily. He is definitely not as weak and gentle as he looks.
Shi Jing could see from the corner of his eye that the hand Lu Zhiye had just stretched out almost covered most of his face. When it was placed on his forehead, his fingers even reached a few inches into his short hair.
A very strange itch ran through her like an electric shock the moment his fingertips touched her.
Numb and crisp.
"..." Now Shi Jing had even less interest in listening to what the people around him were saying.
He glanced at Lu Zhiye's hand, which was placed back on the table in front of him, resting naturally on the table in a relaxed posture.
But there are still strong bone lines, and the blue veins on the back of his hands are more obvious than those of ordinary people under the white skin.
Following these hands upwards, even the arms covered in sleeves could not conceal Lu Zhiye's muscular lines.
It's no exaggeration. You won't notice it unless you look closely.
But once you feel the strength of these hands, there is no way to ignore it anymore.
The calluses on the palm of his right hand were rougher than those on his left.
Between the ring and middle fingers.
There is also one below the middle finger, and it feels itchy when pressed on the soft flesh of the palm.
The sound of the pulse beating beside his ear gradually drowned out the voices of people talking. Shi Jing pursed his lips, but Lu Zhiye seemed not to notice the pair of eyes that were about to stick to his hands. He just let them stay there casually and let him look.
"Lu Zhiye." Finally, Shi Jing couldn't help but lower his voice and said.
The meeting was still going on. Coach Wan's analysis of the landing points on the big screen was very clear. Jiang Yuan raised his hand from time to time and asked the questions of a good student listening attentively at the right time.
Lu Zhiye shifted his gaze from the screen in front of him, turned his head slightly, and looked at Shi Jing.
"……"Grass.
Shi Jing pulled his gaze away from Lu Zhiye's hands as if burned, and paused for a few seconds, "Was the evidence against Coach EVG this time found by my fans?"
As expected, the extent of his attention to this matter was not as great as that of Lu Zhiye, who had done research ahead of him.
It seemed that someone in the media was kind enough to reveal the truth about EVG's head coach bullying his players in the workplace in the past, but Shi Jing was no longer so naive and of course he would not think that this was just a coincidence.
In fact, he had discovered some clues from the very beginning.
Those veteran fans had raised doubts when he suddenly fell ill, believing that Shi Jing's physical condition was related to them as he had served in EVG for so many years.
What he didn't expect was that there would really be someone who would make so much effort just because he loved someone without any conflicts of interest or blood ties.
Maybe I thought of it.
But Shi Jing didn't dare to believe this guess.
Inexplicably, what Lu Zhiye said that day, "There are many people, many fans, and they all love you very much," reappeared in his mind without warning.
Shi Jing himself was stunned.
Would Lu Zhiye know by then?
He may also have participated in the entire process of these fan clubs investigating the truth behind his accident.
After all, strictly speaking... Lu Zhiye was his biggest fanatical fan... He should be unable to accept his sudden death more than anyone else.
There were other people sitting nearby, and the two of them were sitting relatively far back. Lu Zhiye still whispered, "Yes."
"..." Shi Jing gripped the armrest of his chair, "My bonus for this double row hasn't been paid yet."
Lu Zhiye blinked and said, "Not so soon. The tournament team will send it to your account in a few days."
"That's not what I'm talking about." Shi Jing said, turning his head to meet his eyes. "Can this money be directly transferred to my fan club's account?"
It is impossible for him to do this openly. He had no private contact with the fans at the time, so his understanding of them may not be as good as Lu Zhiye's.
Lu Zhiye lowered his eyelashes: "All of them?"
"Yeah." Shi Jing said, "And the income from the live broadcast platform I signed."
Lu Zhiye raised his eyebrows: "It won't take that much."
"It's not a question of how much." Shi Jing said, "I can handle my own affairs and grudges myself. But they helped me..."
He exhaled lightly and uttered a very unfamiliar word: "I want to say thank you."
When Lu Zhiye first said that many people loved him very much, Shi Jing just took it as a simple consolation and let it go like the wind in his ears.
Now he really felt it.
Did his death hurt these people?
Shi Jing lowered his eyelids, and some unfamiliar emotions made him frown slightly.
"Sweet, your two-wave location-shifting ideas are great. I noticed you showed this advantage in your previous duo match. You have a deeper understanding of the map and the rotation strategy than other young players, and you seem very experienced." Coach Wan suddenly turned the conversation to him.
Shi Jing's body stiffened.
Lu Zhiye was about to open his mouth to steer the conversation elsewhere when Coach Wan finished speaking and smiled, "You must have studied other players' match videos a lot, right?"
Shi Jing glanced at Lu Zhiye.
He breathed a sigh of relief quietly in a place where no one else noticed: "Yeah, I like to watch it when I have nothing to do."
Unlike before, esports competitions are now very formal, and all matches can be watched directly through official channels. You can watch any match you want, from whomever's perspective you want. It's very convenient.
Otherwise, Shi Jing would have a hard time saying where he got the first-person perspective videos of other club players from.
Coach Wan was very satisfied: "That's more like it. After training, you can definitely watch more replays of other teams' games. They'll give you a lot of ideas, but most importantly, they'll give you experience in handling unexpected situations."
"You've seen it so much, and when you're lucky enough to encounter the same situation during a competition, your thinking will be broader than others."
Jiang Yuan: "Huh? I read it regularly, so why don't I find it useful at all?"
"All you're watching are compilations of funny game clips, and you're watching them while eating. Don't think I don't know," the assistant coach teased him.
Jiang Yuan: “…”
Jiang Yuan: "I don't watch comedy highlights every day, okay... I'll hide away at night and study game replays without letting you know. Sweet, which team did you learn the idea of switching to the big tower this time?"
Shi Jing: “.”
Unexpectedly, the topic took such a long detour that it inevitably came back to him. Shi Jing randomly recounted a match: "Zeit's World Championship from a few years ago, I forgot which one."
"Oh!" Jiang Yuan was immediately convinced when he heard the ID. "Then I'll go watch it too. I'll cram tonight. Dazhuang, watch it with me."
Song Jiahang: “?”
Song Jiahang frowned: "I go to bed early at night."
The two of them started arguing again. Coach Wan had almost finished his analysis and gave them a few more reminders to practice cooperation in the near future. They could also play on the US server. This short meeting was over.
The others walked out one after another. Shi Jing sat in his seat for a few more minutes. When most of them had left, he stood up.
Before he took two steps, someone pulled his hand.
He knew who it was without even thinking. This was the second time today. He touched his forehead and his hand. Shi Jing turned around and wanted to let him know what was intolerable and what was not.
Something soft brushed against the tip of my nose.
A fresh bath scent, richer than any other scent he had ever smelled, filled Shi Jing's sense of smell.
In front of me is a super-enlarged version of Lu Zhiye’s chin.
and lips.
He retreated violently as if his whole body was burned by electricity: "You——"
Lu Zhiye was also stunned for a moment, but he reached out and pulled him back faster, which prevented him from bumping into the conference room door behind him that was half-open and then bounced back.
"Be careful," he said.
Shi Jing turned into a stone statue on the spot.
"I'll transfer the money for you," Lu Zhiye said. "Your fan club is investigating EVG, but don't worry too much. If you need any legal assistance, I'll do my best..."
Halfway through the conversation, I noticed that Shi Jing's expression was not right.
It didn't look like she was listening to him.
His body was stiff, his movements awkward, his mouth slightly open, his eyes wide open, as if he had just encountered something unbelievable and couldn't accept it for a while.
Lu Zhiye frowned.
He asked tentatively, "What's the time?"
He stepped forward.
Shi Jing took half a step back almost to the limit: "Stop!"
Lu Zhiye stopped.
"Don't go forward." Shi Jing turned his face away, "Don't get too close to me now."
damn it.
The nose just touched the face.
It's no big deal.
If there is anyone who suffers a loss, it is Lu Zhiye.
etc.
Did you really touch your face?
The moment was too fast and the contact was too brief, and Shi Jing's brain was completely unable to analyze what had happened.
He is even less likely to ask.
Face, or lips.
The door of the conference room closed automatically. Shi Jing was already near the door, and if he stepped back, his back would almost be touching it.
Lu Zhiye couldn't create much distance between him and him.
At least his sense of smell could clearly remind him that this was the constant scent belonging to Lu Zhiye, and they could almost encounter it again as soon as they turned their heads.
My brain couldn't analyze the specific meaning of that sentence. It was running at full speed, and my mind was still filled with the strong impact brought by the soft touch at that moment.
Lu Zhiye's lips look very soft.
When Shi Jing was observing his hand, he also caught a glimpse of this with the corner of his eye.
The upper lip is slightly thinner than the lower lip.
But it shouldn't have any impact. If I touch it, it will definitely be much more comfortable than his hands forcing me down...
His thoughts flew to the horizon, and Shi Jing's cheeks were tense as he looked at Lu Zhiye's neck and Adam's apple so close to him.
When he said stop, the latter really stopped obediently and didn't move at all.
Her eyelashes drooped, and her black pupils showed a hint of doubt, concern, and confusion.
Then Shi Jing clearly saw the confusion and doubts slowly disappear. Lu Zhiye's dark eyes met his.
After a century, Shi Jing squeezed out a sentence from between his teeth: "I'll transfer the money from the live streaming platform to you in a few days."
Lu Zhiye blinked slowly.
Shi Jing: “…”
Lu Zhiye's breath seemed to reach his forehead and eyelashes.
He felt Lu Zhiye move his hand.
Gently placed it on his right hand.
Very itchy.
The warming air and the noisy voices outside the door hit the eardrums of the two people.
After a while, just before Lu Zhiye wanted to lower his head and move closer, Shi Jing said, "Put less sugar in the cake next time."
Lu Zhiye: “…”
Hearing his own breath tremble a little, Shi Jing still finished speaking in a strong tone: "It's too sweet. It keeps choking my throat."
The Adam's apple in front of my eyes rolled up and down slowly.
Half a second later, Lu Zhiye turned his head, brushed past him, pushed the door open and walked out: "I'll get you a glass of water."
He heard the sound of a door closing behind him and the footsteps faded away. Only then did Shi Jing take a deep breath as if in frustration.
He punched his forehead hard and squeezed his eyes shut.
Oh shit.
What is he doing?
You're clearly talking about business, why are you staring at Lu Zhiye's lips?
There must have been some kind of love potion in that lousy cake of his, otherwise why would he become so strange after eating it?
Turning around, Shi Jing saw a huge red face reflected on the glass curtain wall. He pursed his lips and touched the tip of his nose.
He glanced down at his fingers again.
So was it the face or the lips that I touched just now?
Grass.
Grass!
He's out of his mind.
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