Chapter 115
"How could you do such a bad thing?" Qu Xing heard Xiao Shi's wailing and scolded him without any blame: "You are so bad."
Ling Yin didn't say anything, but just went back to the room silently and squeezed into the same bathroom with him.
"Get out, brother. I can't control myself if you do this." Qu Xing said.
Ling Yin refused to give in. She leaned over and hugged him, whispering, "Why are you going out? This is my bathroom."
Qu Xing raised his hand, took off his shirt and stuffed it into his arms: "It's mine now."
Ling Yin lowered his eyes and glanced at the clothes in his hands. He really wanted to tie them to Qu Xing's dishonest hands and then ask him for his debt. He wanted to question him about what he had done to other men today. He actually flirted with others all day in front of him and was so doting on them.
But he couldn't question it. Because his son Xingxing had been lazy and careless lately, not considering anything. He could only follow suit and not force him to consider anything unnecessary.
Ling Yin lowered her head and bit the back of his neck in displeasure.
"Ah!" Qu Xing raised his foot and kicked him: "Go away, don't bother me, I haven't recovered yet."
Ling Yin reluctantly hummed a yes, but still didn't leave. She lowered her head and leaned on his shoulder: "Why do you always have to rest for such a long time?"
"That was too harsh." Qu Xing said, "Can you be more careful next time?"
Ling Yin was already feeling frustrated, and hearing him say this reminded him of how Qu Xing had shamelessly seduced and entangled him a few days ago. He had clearly been very concerned about the physical and mental health of this little patient, exercising great restraint, paying constant attention and taking care of him. But it was he who kept asking for pain and stimulation, and yet he actually blamed him for not paying attention.
Ling Yin didn't dare to vent his anger openly, and decided to put it on the account first. He snorted softly and whispered in his ear in a restrained and sticky voice, "Blame me again?"
"It's my fault, it's my fault." Qu Xing said, "Get out, I want to take off my pants."
Ling Yin didn't move, his chin still on his shoulder, his eyes dropped a little, and his hand moved down to rest on the zipper of his pants.
"I'll help you take it off." He said softly.
Qu Xing grabbed his hand: "..."
After a two-second pause, Qu Xing turned around in his arms and looked up at him. Ling Yin's eyes also moved slightly, and he met his gaze quietly and innocently.
Qu Xing felt that this person was weird today. How could he be so obedient and rebellious at the same time?
He raised his face and kissed him, coaxing him, "Get out."
"Okay." Ling Yin responded, but then she hugged him and lay back on top of him, not moving.
Qu Xing: "You..."
"Have you become indifferent to me?" Ling Yin said casually.
"?"
After two seconds of silence, Qu Xing asked: "What's so dull?"
Ling Yin couldn't answer.
"Tell me." Qu Xing held his face with both hands: "What's the difference?"
Ling Yin: "I don't know."
Why is he so clingy today? Qu Xing was once again filled with curiosity at this man's sudden outburst of personality. He felt both delighted and itchy, so he deliberately refused to coax him and said, "Then you go out?"
Ling Yin didn't say anything this time: "Wait a little longer."
Qu Xing refused to let him stay: "Get out, if you get hard again I won't care."
As soon as he said this, Qu Xing felt the hand on his waist tighten, and he couldn't help but tense up. He thought Ling Yin, the domineering action-oriented man, was about to bully him, but he didn't expect it to tighten for a moment before releasing it. A brief kiss broke into his mouth, even the kiss was softer than he had imagined. Then, Ling Yin lowered her head and gently nudged him with her forehead, then walked out with his clothes in one hand.
Qu Xing took a quick look and said speechlessly through the door: "Ling Yin! Why did you take away the new clothes you gave me?"
Ling Yin didn't hear it.
I guess it's fake.
“…”
Qu Xing muttered and turned to take a shower, not understanding whether Ling Yin had a temper or not.
Even though he'd locked Xiao Shi up in a Nami lock before leaving, he'd already been certain he was upset with him, and he'd been planning to coax him when he got upset. But Ling Yin not only didn't get upset, he was even more affectionate. He didn't show any displeasure at all, even pretending to playfully take his clothes.
Finally, after washing the clothes, Ling Yin returned them to him. He put them on and skillfully got into Ling Yin's bed. He fell asleep without waiting for Ling Yin to finish washing. He didn't even dream about trying to test whether Ling Yin was angry or not.
The next day, Coach Qu moved his chair to sit next to the substitute as usual, his eyes switching between the screen and his hand movements.
Shi Ruitang had a very bad habit of unconsciously clicking the mouse while moving around. When Qu Xing first noticed these invalid clicks, he thought he had some strange operating consciousness and never mentioned it, intending to observe him and then talk about it. After observing him all day yesterday, he still couldn't figure out what was going on.
After a good night's sleep, I realized that I had no operational awareness at all.
"Don't start the next game, cutie." Qu Xing said behind him.
Shi Ruitang froze and dropped the mouse with a bang. He felt nervous.
He discovered that although Brother Xingxing couldn't say anything harsh to others, even some simple questions from the heart would often make others feel discouraged.
Any name like "little cutie" or "little baby" might be considered as "little idiot" to Brother Xingxing.
The little idiot Shi Ruitang unconsciously stuffed his hands between his legs, and sat upright and stiffly waiting to be baptized.
Qu Xing asked behind him in his clear and pleasant voice, "Do you know that when you walk A, you unconsciously click a few more times?"
Shi Ruitang was bewildered: "Ah?"
"Watch the replay yourself," Qu Xing said. "Around the sixth minute and a dozen seconds, after attacking the soldier, did you click the mouse a little too much?"
Shi Ruitang was even more bewildered, and subconsciously asked a series of questions: "Why is it so much? Where is it so much? What will happen if there is too much?"
Qu Xing: “…”
As soon as he fell silent, Shi Ruitang realized that he had unconsciously revealed his shyness in front of the teacher and did not dare to look back: "..."
Qu Xing looked at the computer and subconsciously wanted to pat him, but when he raised his hand, a glass of water was stuffed into his hand.
?
Qu Xing raised his eyes. Ling Yin said nonchalantly, "Drink some water."
"Oh." Qu Xing scooped up the water and took two sips. He wanted to pass it to Ling Yin, but when he turned around, he found that he had already returned to his seat. He had no choice but to hold it himself and said, "Didn't the coach tell you before? This habit is very bad. It's best not to have unnecessary unconscious mouse clicks. If you don't have the right rhythm when going A, your opponent will seize the opportunity to trade blood. You should know this common sense."
"What's wrong?" Zhao Hui came over to see what was happening.
Shi Ruitang: "Brother Xingxing said my A rhythm is wrong."
"Let me see?" Zhao Hui stopped behind him and said, "Is there something wrong with walking A? It shouldn't be. I haven't noticed it yet."
Zhao Hui: "Come over here for a moment and we'll help you take a look."
Shi Ruitang opened a training mode and went in to attack the soldier.
Qu Xing and Zhao Hui watched together.
Zhao Hui looked over and couldn't see anything wrong, so he turned his head and asked Qu Xing, "What's wrong? Your positioning is fine."
Qu Xing sat up straight and wanted to put his hand on Xiao Shi's shoulder, but he was still holding the cup, so he had to give up: "Xiao Shi, walk again."
In order to calm him down, he comforted him, "It's okay, most of it is correct. It's easy to correct, just go through it again."
Shi Ruitang walked again.
Qu Xing watched his movements carefully, and when he was about to replenish a certain soldier, he motioned Zhao Hui to look.
Zhao Hui stared at it, then realized it and suddenly shouted, "Hey!"
Shi Ruitang let go of his hand and glanced at Zhao Hui.
Zhao Hui: "What did you mean by that click just now?"
Shi Ruitang: "Ah?"
"It's okay to click a few more times when you're stationary, but why are there invalid clicks when you're moving forward?" Zhao Hui suddenly realized. "I'm wondering why you always get traded away accidentally, and sometimes you can't even keep up with your output. Have you been training in the LPL for so long in vain?"
Shi Ruitang half understood: "Ah..."
Zhao Hui explained, "Normally, you'd just go A, A, go, A. You were going A and suddenly made an invalid click. It looks like you're moving quickly, but your output efficiency has decreased. You're stuck."
Shi Ruitang was still confused.
After all, the summer season still depends on him, so such a big problem still needs to be solved. Zhao Hui made a "tsk" sound and simply waved Song Tianhua, who was watching the video over there, to come over.
The two coaches gathered around a man and began a serious discussion. Qu Xing listened for a while, but then found it boring. With a push of his feet, he accurately returned to his position, put down the cup he was tired of holding, slid over to Ling Yin, and lay down motionless.
Ling Yin could see his big eyes staring intently at his screen just by turning his eyes to the side.
Qu Xing watched Ling Yin's operation and felt relaxed and refreshed, his eyes were cleared.
As expected, Ling Yin's die-hard fan was absolutely right. Any hero in Wind's hands immediately exudes a different aura: exceptionally pleasing to the eye, crisp and decisive, exquisitely crafted, and reaching the pinnacle of perfection. In short, perfect, just like him.
If Xiao Shi's game is a process of continuous mistakes, then he will have to work harder to bring the game to a state close to perfection and defeat EKN to win the championship.
He was so itchy that he couldn't help but rub against Ling Yin's back, sniffing a few times, then lying comfortably on his back without moving, his eyes looking over his shoulder at his screen for a while, and unconsciously saw Ling Yin's hands on the keyboard.
He was still using the pink keyboard he'd given him, with his ID in the top left corner. Pink didn't really suit Ling Yin's personality, but he just had a quip at the time, wanting to see Feng Shen using a pink keyboard. He'd assumed Ling Yin would use it for a while before switching back to his black one, but he'd kept using it.
The slender fingers seemed a bit cold against the pink background, but Qu Xing knew they held a comforting warmth. As the fingers lowered and lifted, the tendon lines on the back of the hands would subtly rise and disappear, creating a beautiful scene. Qu Xing also knew that when these hands exerted force, they would take on a different, more sensual look, revealing not only the tendon lines but also faint veins.
Whenever he saw these, Qu Xing would feel very clearly that although his boyfriend was very young, his every move and every gesture, his temperament when he raised his hands and lowered his arms all exuded the aura of a man who had completely lost his youthfulness and was now calm and mature.
As Qu Xing watched, the image of Ling Yin's fingertip accidentally sliding over the "Dazzling" ID in the upper left corner suddenly surfaced in his mind. His simple admiration for Ling Yin's strength suddenly changed, and a warm feeling surged into his cheeks.
Ling Yin: “Hiss——”
A small, sniffing animal bit his shoulder. Ling Yin glanced to the side and saw Xingxing, who seemed to be in a state of panic, had already fled the scene. From the sound of his movements, he seemed to have moved closer to Xiao Shi.
Ling Yin: “…”
Oh.
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