Don't mess with me, the bastard of the glory of the king

Chapter 48 God

That night, the fans were very restless, repeatedly brushing such a headline under the super topic of the King of Glory KPL professional league.

#You thought he was serious, but in fact he was dozing off#
That was two years ago, in an LPL final match, K had no advantage on the field, and his teammates almost gave up resistance. Xia Lang resisted the opponent's push with his own strength, defeated the opponent's three, and won the resurrection for his teammates In time, the team completed a perfect turnaround.

Before that, Xia Lang, who had just transferred, was almost inconspicuous in the K team full of masters. He didn't inherit the super gank ability of the previous jungler at all.

He is too calm and never makes mistakes, but he is not outstanding. In front of strong ADCs and AOEs, he is almost invisible. Anyway, the commentators rarely turn the camera on him.

But it was such an unknown jungler who stood up at the most critical moment of K's promotion to the finals, and with a posture of blowing up the audience, he saved the entire team from the tide and sent the team to the finals.

In that battle, Xia Lang became famous, and K and Yao became Yaoshen. They had the first batch of fans, and then their fame snowballed, getting bigger and bigger.

Today, Yao has become the number one star player in e-sports, enjoying thousands of favors, having a special support club, and every game, there are a large number of fans cheering him on and off the field.

So many pairs of eyes watching him, watching his every expression, finger movement, even a frown and a smile.

He is no longer a simple e-sports player. He is shouldering the expectations of millions of people. They hope that he will be perfectly close to God, and hope that he will bring reversal and hope again and again.

But no one noticed that his right hand trembled slightly. After the game ended, he smiled at the fans and put his right hand in his trouser pocket.

Back at the training base, Xia Lang didn't summarize the mistakes of the game and whether the tactics were implemented correctly or not, as usual, he went upstairs and locked the room.

Bai Zhan: "Shi Lian, you can go up and see Xia Lang later."

Shi Lian: "... Is it suitable for me to go as a girl?"

Zuo Zong patted her head kindly: "Come on girl, what relationship do you have with that kid, don't be shy with us, we all understand."

You know what a fart, Shi Lian refrained from swearing, thinking of Xia Lang's slightly trembling right hand, his brows frowned into a pimple.

With that level of shaking hands, she would definitely not be mistaken.

Shi Lian never thought that Xia Lang would be injured one day. In his memory, he would always be as energetic as if he had eaten a lot of spinach. I can accompany her to do roller coasters and pirate ships without changing face.

He is the god who controls the super-popular game characters off-screen, his fingers are flying nimbly on the keyboard, his fingers are slender, white and skinny, like fine porcelain, exuding an extraordinary luxury.

He is obviously so powerful, but today, his perfect shell shows signs of breaking, which makes people tremble with fear.

If a god falls from the altar, it will scare people who live by faith.

Shi Lian knocked on Xia Lang's bedroom door, she didn't wait long, and after a while, the door opened.

Xia Lang, who only wore a pair of loose trousers and exposed his upper body, leaned against the door frame with dripping hair, his face was pure and innocent, without any sense of shame in showing his flesh.

Shi Lian tried her best to stabilize her heartbeat as she rushed two hundred yards, "Are you taking a shower?"

Xia Lang shrugged: "Obviously."

Shi Lian: "..." Who is worried that this guy's endurance is too fragile? This is obviously a nerve comparable to titanium alloy.

"Then I didn't..." Shi Lian said nothing, a towel was thrown in his hand, someone walked back to the bed and shook her wet hair, the meaning was obvious.

Shi Lian did some psychological training for himself at the door, and walked to the bedside after a while, put a towel on Xia Lang's head, and wiped it carelessly like rubbing a pet's fur.

Xia Lang is like an obedient baby, sitting and letting her play with her.

Shi Lian didn't get the reaction she wanted, and felt that she was naive, so she rubbed lightly instead.

Xia Lang's hair was limp, and even after highlighting, it didn't show any signs of deterioration.

Shi Lian picked up a pinch and rubbed it, a little nostalgic for his black hair before, he looked a little more obedient, not as angry as he is now.

Xia Lang feels comfortable being touched by her, if he were a cat, he would probably meow twice now.

Shi Lian's gaze skipped over the top of his hair and moved down. The butterfly bones in his memory are plump, the youth's delicate bones grow open, and a thin layer of muscle is attached to his back. It belongs to the vigorous power of youth, which is irresistible. open sight.

(End of this chapter)