The e-sports god has fallen again

Chapter 301

Ji Shao wrapped her arms around her waist, picked her up and walked to the base.

Lang Qiao felt dizzy for a while, and when he came back to his senses, the person was already lying on his shoulders.

"Put me down!" She struggled.

Not only did Ji Shaoyi not let go, but he walked even faster.

The silly dog ​​behind him not only didn't give up as soon as he saw it, but barked even more wildly.

Seeing that victor-like posture made Lang Qiao feel uneasy for a while, just as he was about to scold it for hundreds of rounds, his ass was slapped gently.

"Be obedient." Ji Shaoyi's voice was low and deep, with a hint of threat: "Otherwise, I'll post a Weibo later to announce to the world that you like to slide and slide many times."

Having said that, he gave a low laugh and teased her: "When you wake up tomorrow morning, you will see the headlines on the front pages of the major news media: Shocked! The 1v4 fierce female sniper on the field is actually Do this late at night!"

As soon as these words came out, the person lying on his shoulder immediately fell silent.

Even when she was drunk, she still cared about her boss personality.

But it was her who paid so much attention to her image that after he was frightened by the barking of the dog, she could rush up to fight the dog for [-] rounds in a minute.

I can't even pull it.

Obviously she is the one who should be well protected.

Ji Shaoyi seemed to have a candy in his mouth, the more he tasted the sweeter he felt, so that he couldn't hold back for a while, and laughed out loud.

"What are you laughing at?" Lang Qiao said in a tired voice, obviously sleepy.

"I'm laughing at you." Ji Shaoyi's tone was laziness, which sounded particularly hypnotic: "Compared with your strong desire to protect, the character of a straight girl of steel is no big deal."

"It doesn't matter if you don't know how to talk about love. I'll tell you later. It doesn't matter if you don't know how to coax others. When I'm angry, I can coax myself. You've seen me handsome and coquettish in normal times, and you've seen me when I'm drunk. You are so petty looking for people to settle accounts everywhere, I have seen you usually tough and serious, and I have also seen you naive and cute when you are drunk..."

After talking a lot in one breath, he chuckled lightly and said, "What should I do, Lang Qiaoqiao?"

"What should I do?" Lang Qiaoqiao, who was suddenly called on, looked confused.

In the next second, she heard the laughter in her captain Ji's voice, saying word by word: "We all know each other so well, I'm afraid it will be difficult to end if we don't grow old forever."

And his family, Lang Qiaoqiao, snorted happily, and said indifferently: "Then let's grow old forever."

She doesn't want to wait until Qilao is 80 years old, and when she wants to slide and swing, no one will let her go.

It would be embarrassing for a group of children to find her on the slide!
The night was sultry and the wind was gentle. When Ji Shaoyi finally carried him back to the base, Lang Qiao was already so sleepy that he couldn't keep his eyes open.

Ji Shao put the person on the sink with ease, and turned on the faucet to start his own one-stop bathing service.

Lang Qiao sat on the sink with dangling short legs, quietly watching him busy.

The warm gaze went all the way up from his scallion-like fingertips, across his bow-like firm and powerful arms, and lingered at his protruding Adam's apple.

Maybe it was because the dim light in the bathroom was too ambiguous, or maybe it was the alcohol that caused Lang Qiao to feel a little itchy unconsciously when he looked at it.

She wanted to pick things up for no reason.

Ji Shaoyi's throat was dry from her scorching stare, and just as he was about to cover her eyes with his hands, Lang Qiao's hands climbed onto his shoulders, and she moved towards him nimbly like a water snake, raised her head, and stood in front of him. A soft kiss fell on the bulge of the neck.

Ji Shaoyi froze, and inexplicably thought of a very appropriate sentence.

Woman, you are playing with fire.

"Don't move around." His Adam's apple rolled twice unconsciously, and even his voice became hoarse: "I'm a little thirsty."

In the next second, Lang Qiao took a bite of the place where he couldn't stop rolling, and with lust surging in his deep pool-like eyes, he looked up at him unabashedly and said, "How about this?"

"I'm not thirsty anymore." Ji Shao threw away the twisted hot towel, lowered his head and kissed her eyes, and said, "It's a bit hot, please help to get rid of the fire?"

……

Early the next morning, the Demon King took his own luggage and boarded a flight to a foreign country.

Compared with live broadcasting after retiring, he wants to travel more countries and go to more hospitals to ensure that his hands can recover better.

After all... how do you know if it will work if you haven't tried it?

He planned to leave quietly, so he woke up extra early, but he didn't expect that when he packed his things and went downstairs, the living room was brightly lit.

Zheng Hang, Gatlin, Wait for Me, Ji Shaoyi, Lang Qiao...

All the people who fought side by side with him were lined up in the living room and sat neatly.

The coffee table is still full of things.

From the looks of it, it should be a gift from them.

The Demon King has not been very social since he was a child, so he was really uncomfortable to be sent off by them all of a sudden.

Zheng Hang guessed that he was in the hospital that day, and was terrified by the way he was ruining his body. He dug out a copy of "To Live" from the entire base overnight, and handed it to him with tears in his eyes: "Cub, don't care about your hands. Whether it can be cured or not, you have to take good care of your body, and you can't ruin yourself anymore!"

"If you really can't think about it, you can open this book and see that people worse than you are still alive, so why don't you live!"

Demon King: "..."

"I really can't think about it." He took the book with a look of disgust, and muttered: "It seems that many professional players are recuperating in the hospital where I am going..."

If he is lucky enough to meet that professional player who can't think about jumping off a building after retirement, he must show him this book and tell him that the meaning of life is to live!

This is the book that Brother Hang gave him, so it cannot be wasted.

After dragging and chatting with him for a while, Zheng Old Father Hang sat down to the side crying, making room for others.

Gatlin was actually quite afraid of the devil, but he had no choice but to step forward, handed him a red-axis keyboard and said, "Don't use the green-axis keyboard in the future, it's a waste of time."

"It's like this." After I echoed my daily routine, I also handed him the mouse I gave him.

The painting style of parting is still normal until now...

Ji Shaoyi took out a copybook of "Non-mainstream Sad Quotations", patted him on the shoulder solemnly and said: "When you really can't think about it, just go online and talk to Yiyun, there are thousands of sad quotations in it. Send it out, so that you won’t get your hands healed at a young age, and your head will be sad and bald.”

Demon King: "..." You are so fucking sad and bald!
He won't get tired of writing sad quotations for another ten years!

It's just... how did Ji Shaoyi know that he was a senior NetEase cloud user?

The Demon King was puzzled, and was about to ask, when he felt his hand sink suddenly.

　Demon King: I have a copy of "To Live" here, can you read it?
　　Ten Kills: Don't watch, get out, don't bother me.

　　In addition, guess what Lang Jie will give him?
　　
　
(End of this chapter)