When an Alpha is Marked by One of His Own Kind

Shen Qiao looked at Lu Zhe blankly, just as he was about to answer, a faint sentence came from beside him:

"If you win a practice match, you want to take advantage of your teammates. Do you still want to go to heaven after the official matches?"

The two looked back, and coach Fang, who had been forgotten for a long time, was looking at Lu Zhe condescendingly with his arms around his chest, his face indifferent.

Lu Zhe's smile froze, and then he asked helplessly: "Coach, isn't it okay to eavesdrop on the players' privacy?"

A professional smirk hung on Coach Fang's face: "...I'm really sorry to stand here, but rather than being curious about your mate choice, I want to talk to you about the operation of sending a blood just now."

Lu Zhe: "..."

He exhaled a long breath, and fell into his chair as if giving up, his handsome face was full of peace: "Let's talk, my heart is dead anyway."

Shen Qiao turned his head and looked at his computer screen. He heard Lu Zhe being pulled by the coach to resume the operation of the practice game just now. The corners of his lips rose slightly and quickly leveled.

…

After being pulled one by one by Professor Fang, everyone in DG looked badly injured.

Only when they think that WTG may be worse than them now, can a few people feel a little comforted.

Qian Bao slumped weakly in his chair, groping out his mobile phone and wanting to order takeaway. He thought of Zhou's babbled mouth and hesitated for a while. He didn't know what he thought of, and suddenly turned his head to look at Lu Zhe, flattering. The voice asked:

"Captain, do you feel a little hungry?"

Lu Zhe knew what her calculations were.

It’s not good to order takeout, but it’s okay to go out for a supper.

He didn't rush to answer, just curled his fingers and tapped twice on Shen Qiao's table next to him: "Boom."

Shen Qiao opened the earphones and was playing minesweeper to relax. His attention was still on his computer screen, but his ears moved slightly, indicating that he would just say something.

The white ears moved and moved, and there was an inexplicable sense of cuteness.

Lu Zhe remembered that when he finished the game in the afternoon, Shen Qiao himself rubbed his ears red, like red and bright wild berries growing on the cliffs of the mountains, as if just a little harder pinch can produce freshness. The colored juice comes.

Shen Qiao was about to light a flag to mark landmines, and suddenly felt that the earlobe was gently scratched, causing a slight itching.

The index finger he placed on the mouse has been pressed down, and he was disturbed by this action, and almost forgot which grid he wanted to press, so he moved the mouse first, and the slightly raised corner of his eye was slightly impatiently turned to the side. Stare fiercely—

"What are you doing?"

There is a threat in Shen Qiao's protracted tone, it seems that if Lu Zhe can't tell a serious thing, he will never easily get around it.

Lu Zhe's voice is filled with a relaxed smile, giving people the illusion of tolerance and petting: "Are you hungry? Take you out for supper."

Shen Qiao didn't go around easily, "Why are you touching my ears for supper?"

Lu Zhe let out a soft "Ah", his black eyes blinked, inexplicably acting out the innocence, and he replied after a long time.

"It was the one that moved to ignite the fire first, didn't I hold it back?"

Shen Qiao: "...?????"

Lao Wo and Erhua on the opposite side were ready to shut down when they heard Qian Bao's suggestion for supper. At this moment, they were caught off guard and heard Lu Zhe's dangerous speech, and they all uttered "Hey."

Old Snail: "Foul language."

Erhua: "Flowing in the air."

Qian Bao pondered for a second, and then he said horizontally: "Old beast."

Shen Qiao felt inexplicably as if his eldest daughter was molested by a bully in the street. Before he settled with Lu Zhe, the man smiled when he met again, softened his voice, and said as if showing weakness:

"Let's go, please have supper."

Shen Qiao raised his hand to turn off the screen. I don’t know if it was an illusion. When he took off the headphones, he always felt that his ear was itchy when he was touched by Lu Zhe. When he followed the other party out, he could not hold back and raised his hand again. Squeezed his ears.

Lu Zhe looked back and saw his movements, but he felt a little funny. He stopped and waited, not forgetting to remind:

"Knead it again and it will be red again."

Shen Qiao gave him an angry look, and his heart is not all thanks to you.

Lu Zhe understood the look in his eyes, and his smile deepened on his lips, making his face much more colorful.

He whispered: "Why don't I know your ears are so sensitive?"

Shen Qiao gazed at him with a faint smile, hummed from his nose, and walked a few steps closer, standing in front of Lu Zhe, his eyebrows fluttering like a flying goshawk, and his eyes were painted. Brighter than the stars in the sky.

Lu Zhe slowed his breathing unconsciously.

Shen Qiao suddenly leaned forward, like a big cat invading the site quietly. There was no movement. The faint menthol smell had surrounded him unscrupulously, declaring that he belonged to a powerful carnivore. sense.

Perhaps because of his low voice, Lu Zhe heard the dumbness in his voice again when he was talking, and accidentally dripped into the auricle:

"Oh? You don't know?"

Shen Qiao raised his tone slightly, which was obviously an interrogative sentence, and he could also ask his unique sarcasm.

Lu Zhe stared at him, and laughed at him after a short while, his black eyes filled with smiles, clearly reflecting the appearance of the person in front of him, like beautiful gems.

He also asked Shen Qiao: "Should I know?"

Lu Zhe smiled unchangingly, made an appearance of thinking, after two seconds of indulging, his expression suddenly appeared, and he asked again in a humble and studious tone:

"Maybe I have a bad memory, why don't we try it once?"

"I will definitely not forget this time."

He vowed to promise.

Shen Qiao twitched the corners of his lips and said to him: "Go away."

It coincided with Lao Snail’s urging voice from downstairs: "Daddy Lu and two daddy are you alright? Isn't it because we were not paying attention to secretly doing something ashamed in the training room, right?"

Shen Qiaodeng stepped out of the training room in threes or twos, with heavier steps than in the past, causing echoes in the stairwell.

Lu Zhe slowed down two steps, followed his pace with a smile, and responded slowly to Lao Snail: "What do you think?"

"Is this little time enough for your father?"

Lao Snail admires his ability to scream no matter what topic: "Daddy is justified in this fart, it's the child who is frivolous."

Erhua was rubbing his arms disgustingly, and Qian Bao took the lead to walk out of the base, as if he could get rid of their idiots.

…

There is a small food street opposite the base, which specializes in late-night snacks. The community animals in Huacheng are used to skewer skewers and relax with a drink after get off work, so even the whole city is lively late at night, and the bustling neighborhoods are full of people. .

Lu Zhe and the others finally chose a hot pot restaurant featuring Mao Du.

The hot pot restaurant in the middle of the night closed half of the tables. Fortunately, the reception staff were still very enthusiastic, leading them to a location with a nice view in the front. Lu Zhe said to Shen Qiao behind:

"Have you been here before? The hairy belly is handled very well. The hot pot restaurant I have eaten in Huacheng is the most tender here."

It is true that Shen Qiao hasn't been to the DG base very much. If Lu Zhe hadn't taken the initiative to contact the door recently, he would have nothing to do near DG on weekdays. When he was really free, he would go to the city swimming pool to pass the time.

He quietly listened to Lu Zhe talking about the specialty products of this store. The old snails who walked to the position had already got the menu, and they barely looked at the pencil while holding the pencil. Flying dragon and phoenix ticked off the first page.

Lu Zhe suddenly remembered something, and asked first: "Butter sauce hot pot?"

Qian Bao nodded: "Yes, the old rules, perverted and spicy."

Lu Zhe glanced at Shen Qiao: "Then add another tomato."

Qian Bao was curious: "The wolf pup doesn't eat spicy food?"

Shen Qiao hesitated for a moment, "eat."

Lu Zhe didn't change his mind: "I don't eat it. Recently, I got angry."

Old Snail: "Nothing wrong. Recently, my father Lu was a little restless when he was speaking."

Erhua looked over sincerely, "Are you sure that's not a show?"

After being watched by Lu Zhe with a smile, Erhua stopped and went to look at Lao Wogou's menu.

"Three sets of high-quality beef! Two sets are not enough, listen to me!"

Qian Bao was speechless: "Hungry ghost reincarnated you two? We have five Aces here instead of fifty. You are almost finished checking the menu—"

Lao Su grinned and finished ordering the tastes of herself, Erhua and Qian Bao, and then passed the menu to Shen Qiao next to her: "It's okay, anyway, I didn't pay for it, the most fragrant one for nothing."

Lu Zhe, who was in his turn to give the money, smiled harmlessly, and said to Lao Wo: "Take it, you can be more vigorous, I will pack it back for you if you can't finish it for your breakfast, lunch and dinner for the next week."

Old snail: "..."

After Lu Zhe finished speaking, watching Shen Qiao hesitate to write, his voice was softer: "It's okay, you order, I can still be considered an old snail if I can't finish it."

Lao Snail: "Are you a stepfather?"

Erhua: "Could this be the legendary large-scale double standard site?"

Shen Qiao tensed his calm expression, hooked a small butter bun, and passed the menu to Lu Zhe. Lu Zhe glanced at it before handing it to the waiter, with a slight smile in his eyes.

Shen Qiao didn't want to be teased by him, so he got up and went to the condiment table: "I'm going to make the dipping sauce."

Lu Zhe followed, and when Shen Qiao poured vinegar into the bowl, he smiled and asked him: "How old is kid Qiao Qiao?"

Shen Qiao: "Shut up."

Lu Zhe smiled and shook his shoulders. Seeing that he was about to become angry and about to do something, he looked at his bowl and reminded: "Pour your bowl again, but it's all jealous."

Shen Qiao's wrist can be hung.

Lu Zhe suddenly poked him on the shoulder.

Shen Qiao didn't look back and didn't want to ignore him.

Lu Zhe persevered, poked it again, and asked with a smile, "Brother, please have a lollipop, okay?"

When Shen Qiao heard that this guy was doing something again, he turned around impatiently and wanted Lu Zhe to stop, but as soon as he turned his head, he was hit by a hard thing on his lips.

Shen Qiao pursed his lips and tasted a faint sweetness. Looking at it again, Lu Zhe held a lychee-flavored lollipop in his hand.

He put down the spoon that was used to scoop the seasoning, pinched the candy stick, put the hard candy into his mouth, and raised his brow to indicate where the candy came from.

Lu Zhe just asked him with a smile:

"You said first, is your brother's lollipop sweet?"

The author has something to say:

Would you please eat brother Lu Zhe’s lollipop?

Today's spring competition begins! The opening game was wonderful! It's worth seeing! (I came to the Amway lpl competition, yes)