After an afternoon of rest, although Zhan Rui said to give him a day off to adjust his condition, at night the team members still entered the training room one after another, or watched the latest games of other teams, or played on their own trumpets.

A few desperate games, or entering the training ground to repeatedly hone the accuracy of your skills.

Although it was a bit loose, the sound of the keyboard sounded, and the atmosphere was not much different from the previous one.

It's just that the captain, who used to stay in the training room for training even during the offseason, unexpectedly didn't come.

"Why is the captain gone?" Feng Hao glanced at the window and asked, "Even Zongque is not here. Could it be that he hasn't woken up yet?"

"Zongque may be going for a night run." Zou Mian said while typing on the keyboard, "If we make up for all the lost weight during this period, the captain won't know, and I haven't seen him come down to eat."

"Can his stomach bear it?" Feng Hao planned to get up and call someone, "Brother Rui doesn't care."

After getting along for a long time, we all know that their captain used to train day and night. He had some stomach problems and had to eat every meal.

"The captain and Zongque are out." Pang Yuan watched the end of the game and said, "Yao Song will play another game."

"Okay." Yao Song spoke again.

"Oh, I went out with Zongque. Can Zongque, the exercise captain, bear it?" Feng Hao sat down again.

Zou Mian glanced at him and said, "Say this to the captain again when the time comes."

"What?" Feng Hao asked.

"It's nothing, the captain knows whether he can bear it or not. Have you finished recording the cooldown of that warrior skill?" Zou Mian asked.

Feng Hao hiccuped, wiped his face and said, "Why don't you open the pot and pick up the pot?"

I thought it would be difficult to memorize formulas in school, but now I have to remember skill cooldowns when playing e-sports, as a human being?

remember!

Feng Hao regained his strength.

…

The night is intoxicating, and the light rail runs through it. During the day, this mountain city, which looks similar to other cities in architectural style, is covered with neon lights at night, which looks particularly shocking and romantic.

Le Hui leaned on the railing next to the seat and looked at the scene outside the car door: "Sure enough, it's more beautiful to go out at night."

"Yeah." Zongque grabbed the railing beside him and created a space with his arms.

This city is very prosperous, especially the night view is very beautiful. The buildings are jagged and clear outlines are outlined by neon lights, which is enough for people to experience the visual beauty. Therefore, even if they miss the rush hour for work, people on the light rail

Still a lot.

"You don't seem to be surprised at all." Le Hui raised his eyebrows and looked at him.

I remember that when he first came to this city, he was so amazed. This huge city seemed so small.

Zongque thought for a moment and said, "I'm very surprised."

The corners of Le Hui's lips pursed slightly, and then they curled up like a smile: "That's good."

Regardless of whether he is really surprised or not, the way Xiaomu is willing to coax is the cutest thing.

The two of them formed their own space. One talked and laughed, the other listened patiently. It was like the collision of ice and fire, but they were exceptionally harmonious.

Such outstanding appearance naturally attracted the attention of many people.

Some people glanced twice, some chatted with their companions and chuckled, and some lowered their heads while typing.

"I found two super handsome guys here."

"What a handsome little brother, show me the photo."

Although there was no flash when taking pictures with his mobile phone, Le Hui still noticed it.

Zongque noticed his gaze and turned to look behind him: "Someone is taking pictures."

"It's normal. We are more or less public figures." Le Hui smiled softly, raised his hand and touched Zongque's ear and said, "Don't move, there seems to be something dirty in your ear."

Zongque stopped, Le Hui twirled the hair beside his ear, and took out a piece of thread: "It should have come from the pillow."

Zongque clearly saw that he had pulled it off from his sleeve.

Le Hui put the thread into his pocket, met his eyes and smiled: "Afraid of being discovered?"

"You don't mind?" Zongque asked.

He doesn't mind being discovered, but once this kind of thing is exposed, it will have some impact on Le Hui and the team.

"I don't mind." Le Hui raised the corners of his lips, "Do you mind?"

"I don't mind." Zongque replied.

Le Hui smiled and raised his eyebrows: "Don't worry, the more generous you are, the harder it will be to be discovered. The benefits have been provided here, and they can figure out the rest by themselves."

"Yeah." Zongque responded.

When the light rail arrived at the station, the door opened. Le Hui stood up and stepped out of the doorway: "Let's go."

Zongque followed, and the two left together.

"Holy shit, shit, sisters, they seem to be a couple."

The photo was sent, and news soon came over there.

"Isn't this Leshen? The one next to him is Gong Que. They are teammates."

"What Leshen? They look so right!"

"Looking at it this way, it seems like it's really a bit awkward."

After leaving the station, the night here was even more magnificent. Zongque still needed to confirm the terrain, but Le Hui directly put his arms around his shoulders and said: "This way."

"You are very familiar with this place." Zongque said.

"Of course, this is a famous scenic spot. We come here every time we have dinner during the offseason," Le Hui said.

Although there were countless lights, people were coming and going, and the surroundings were a bit dark. No one paid special attention to them. Only occasionally people saw them, and they took a look from a distance.

Le Hui pondered for a moment when he said this: "They have never been to the store I booked with you."

Zongque looked at him and said, "I'm not jealous."

The other person can live happily without him, which is a good thing.

Le Hui tilted his head and looked at him to discuss: "Why don't you eat a little, otherwise I will be embarrassed and jealous when I encounter a place where you have exclusive memories with others."

This is also a unique idea.

Zongque responded: "Okay."

"Well, it's not bitter enough. Has anyone written a love letter to you before?" Le Hui asked.

"Yes, but they all refused," Zongque said.

"Are you pretty?" Le Hui felt a little bit sour.

He feels that he should be quite generous, but when his desire for exclusivity comes up, he seems to be a little unreasonable.

A very novel experience.

"I don't remember." Zongque said, "What about you?"

The corners of Le Hui's lips curled up: "I don't remember either. I'm here. There are a lot of spicy dishes here, but this restaurant doesn't make spicy dishes."

"Yeah." Zongque accompanied him in.

The wind bell sounded lightly, and there was the voice of the clerk in it: "Welcome."

Nympho

Although the dishes are not spicy, they are somewhat salty.

"I want a cup of ice cola." Le Hui and Zong Yan ranked the milk tea shop team after the wine.

"A glass of ice cola, more ice or less ice?" The clerk asked.

"Duo Bing." Lehui said.

"Normal temperature." Zong Yan said.

The clerk stunned, and Le Hui looked at Zong Ye and asked: "Do you want normal temperature?"

"I don't want it, you have to drink room temperature." Zong Yan said.

"It's not good at room temperature." Lehui said.

"Then drink hot lemon tea." Zong Yan said.

"Two?" The clerk reminded it.

"Don't Bing Cola, you need a cup of hot lemon tea." Le Hui changed his mouth.

"What about the other?" The clerk asked.

"Oh? He doesn't drink drinks, he doesn't want it." Lehui laughed.

"Okay, please wait next to it." The clerk looked at it, and laughed when the two left.

Although it has reached April, the weather at night is still slightly cool. The emblem is holding its own lemon tea. Occasionally, it takes a sip, and it feels a bit of burning feeling.

You can't be destroyed like this.

After all, he is older, and he must be tolerant of his brother.

He handed the lemon tea in his hand and said: "Do you want to drink it?"

Zong Yan looked at the drink cup in his hand. He was actually not too interested in this kind of beverage: "Well."

"Huh, don't give it." Le Hui retracted his hand and laughed, "Thirsty death."

He didn't let him drink Bingla, he would not let him drink lemon tea, flattened.
To be continued...