The e-sports god is set up by others

Chapter 279 The Young Master's Bedtime Story
"Impossible, how could..."

Zhu Fei seemed to be struck by lightning, his face was full of disbelief, and tears fell drop by drop.

"My brother would never treat you like this. He never told me that you must be lying!"

Zhu Fei didn't believe that his perfect elder brother would hide this from everyone.

In his subconscious mind, it was more like Lu Ziye was lying.

Lu Ziye has always been quiet and indifferent from the beginning to the end. In the past, a boy who was known for his violent temper, tonight, he is like a pool of stagnant water that cannot make any waves.

"Because of his unconscious arrogant impulse, he made a private bet and became the laughing stock of the whole world. Do you think he dares to speak out?"

Zhu Fei was silent.

He squeezed the phone tightly with his fingers, almost crushing the phone in his hand.

It shouldn't be like this.

Lu Ziye completely overturned his cognition in the past few years. He obviously scolded Lu Ziye bloody tonight, and he was very popular. In a blink of an eye, Lu Ziye became a victim.

After all, Zhu Fei was simple and soft-hearted, he kept his voice low towards Lu Ziye.

"If this is the case, I will tell my brother and let him return your innocence."

Lu Ziye seemed to be amused by him, but he smiled happily.

"I'm telling you this not because I want a result."

"Then you are because..." Zhu Fei's voice stopped.

If Lu Ziye wanted to clarify, he should have said it long ago.

But in the past few years, he didn't say anything, and he alone suffered the anger from the fans in the Chinese division.

Today he suddenly said clearly, but because...

Lu Ziye lazily continued, "Because you cry like a dog."

Zhu Fei: "..."
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Across a door, Xiao Yan held warm milk in his hand and stood until the temperature of the milk cooled in his palm.

Although it was early spring, the coldness of winter hadn't faded away. She was wearing thin pajamas, and her limbs were standing stiff and cold.

Looking at the door in front of him absent-mindedly, the emotion in his eyes was particularly depressed.

It wasn't until the cold made her shiver uncontrollably that Xiao Yan moved her footsteps slightly.

The moment she turned around, Lu Ziye's door opened.

She met the young man's beautiful eyes that were loose and flamboyant, watched him raise his brows lightly, and looked at herself with doubts in his eyes.

She hurriedly lowered her head, her slender fingers clenched the milk glass tightly.

"Yanyan?" Lu Ziye's voice was slightly puzzled, a little surprised that she was at the door.

He said, "Have a heart? I'm just going to find you."

Xiao Yan lowered her head, her voice was not sure whether it was dry or trembling slightly from the cold.

"Looking for me...why?"

The boy smiled naturally, with a slightly coquettish tone, "Look at what you are doing."

When his hand touched Xiao Yan's finger, he felt the freezing temperature, and his expression changed suddenly.

"Why are your hands so cold?"

Xiao Yan explained, "The milk is cold."

She made a gesture to turn her head away, "I'll heat it up for you before drinking."

Lu Ziye took her arm and led her into the room.

He took out a coat from the cabinet, turned his head and handed it to the little girl, and said, "I'll go heat it up, you put on the coat first."

"it is good."

Xiao Yan obediently put on his coat.

Lu Ziye went out with the milk.

The room was still the same as usual, but the windows were opened, the dark curtains were half drawn, and the cold wind blew from the window, shaking the curtains slightly.

The hazy moonlight shone on the marble floor, reflecting silvery light.

For some reason, Xiao Yan felt even colder.

He was obviously covered with a coat, but the wind blowing from the window was cold.

The moonlight shines down, and the silvery light is also cold.

Her eyes fell on Lu Ziye's bedside table, where there were still two cute and ugly dolls.

The sourness from the bottom of her heart swept her nerves, she stood up from the sofa, and the coat slipped from her shoulders.

After Lu Ziye came back, he saw that there was no one on the sofa, so he turned his gaze around, and a small ball bulged on the bed.

He went over and put the milk on the bedside.

The little head poking out of the quilt looked at him for a moment.

Lu Ziye tucked the corner of the quilt for her, "You're pretty clever, and you'll get under the quilt when you know it's cold."

Xiao Yan nodded, his long eyelashes swept over his wrist.

Lu Ziye subconsciously withdrew his hand.

She smiled helplessly, "OK, then you sleep here today, and I'll go to your room."

As soon as he got up, his wrist was grabbed.

Xiao Yan lowered her eyelashes, pursed her lips lightly, and said softly, "Lu Ziye, can you tell me..."

"what?"

Xiao Yan: "What's your life like in America?"

Lu Ziye was slightly taken aback.

He laughed, "Why do you suddenly ask this?"

"curious."

Just curious.

Curious about the places they don't want to go, and what kind of life you live after you go there.

Xiao Yan found that the young master was quietly looking at her, she was startled, did he know that she was eavesdropping.

In the end, Lu Ziye just smiled, "A bedtime story?"

She nodded quickly, "Yeah."

Lu Ziye said half-truthfully, "I'm afraid you won't be able to sleep after listening."

Xiao Yan had already sat up, moved back to make room for him, and patted his little hands to signal him to lie down.

After all, Lu Ziye couldn't hold her back.

He briefly recalled the two years abroad.

"Actually, it's nothing special, the only thing is that the food is not good, especially Chuan'er also likes to eat hot pot. He can't hold a chopstick well. He changes his tricks every day and asks me to make hot pot for him."

"..." Xiao Yan was a little speechless, who wants to listen to him talking about food! !

Lu Ziye lost his temper, and told her honestly, "It didn't go well when I first went. After all, I couldn't understand the language, and I couldn't adapt to the environment and training there, so I was thrown into the secondary league for a while."

Xiao Yan has heard of the foreign competition system, which is much crueler than domestic ones.

Foreign sub-leagues are like training camps. The chaos is like a big dye vat. The players who can stand out from the sub-leagues are the best in the league.

Lu Ziye said calmly, "After getting used to it, it will go smoothly."

His tone was relaxed and casual.

Xiao Yan suddenly remembered that a long time ago, he said that many nights, he could fall asleep only by paralyzing his nerves with nicotine.

A victim of a failed bet, with a tough body, what kind of training has he gone through to be willing to play for them and win the championship.

Lu Ziye suddenly asked, "Do you want to know more and prepare for the training match the day after tomorrow?"

Xiao Yan put his arm around his waist, "Yes."

Lu Ziye was slightly taken aback by the little girl's relying actions.

He turned his head slightly uncomfortably, "Although the strength of the European division is indeed stronger than that of China, there is nothing to be afraid of. I have my brother here."

Xiao Yan closed her eyes, wiped her tears onto the pillow, and nodded hummingly.

"I'm not afraid."

Not only is she not afraid, she also wants to protect the young master.

He guarded the domestic e-sports circle, but they gave up on him.

For two full years, he abused him day and night, and no one defended him.

She will be his teammate.

She remembered the young man's vigorous appearance, and would never turn his back on him.

(End of this chapter)