When an Alpha is Marked by One of His Own Kind

Maybe it was because of the vote that made him feel depressed. For a long time, Shen Qiao did not go online again. After getting up early every day to check in at the swimming pool, he stayed in the training room until two or three in the morning, but not for qualifying. Instead, they are killing wildly in the chaos.

Lu Zhe accompanied him to the end every night, watching his screen in the gaps in the line, either he had just rushed into the crowd to pick five, or he was on his way to prepare to pick five.

It was his more and more fierce changes in the canyon that made the next five games of DG crushed two to zero. A total of ten games, Shen Qiao won four MVP games, and Lu Zhe was evenly divided. The next two games are Qian Bao's.

——This makes DG fans talk in the e-sports circle recently with a frantic appearance that the six relatives do not recognize.

It is a pity that Shen Qiao himself refused to be interviewed after the game, and seemed to be determined that as long as the majority of fans do not forget his vote, he will not appear in the public eye for a day.

Because of this, he plans to lose the rest of the live broadcast in June.

Towards the end of the month, Manager Zhou Yi counted the live broadcast time of the team and saw that Shen Qiao was missing the 24 hours, and the whole person was a little bad.

He also learned from Lu Zhe the reason why Shen Qiao didn't want to broadcast live, but the live broadcast contract was there. Manager Zhou was touching his thinning hair in the office and decided to remind Shen Qiao in a roundabout way and in a tactful way.

One morning, Shen Qiao used to carry a bag to go to the swimming pool, but was quickly stopped at the top of the stairs by Manager Zhou.

"Little wolf, morning, go have breakfast together?"

Shen Qiao stopped walking down the stairs, glanced at him with one hand, and said casually: "I just ate a piece of bread in the room, so I'm not hungry."

This is the meaning of rejection.

Seeing that he was about to jump out of sight in three or two steps, Manager Zhou became anxious. He hadn't figured out how to speak yet. He was so full of thinking that he would leave people behind before saying:

"Hey! Wait!"

Shen Qiao patiently stopped again, this time he saw that Manager Zhou had something to say.

Manager Zhou couldn't hold back any important things for a while, and couldn't turn the topic to the live broadcast quietly. He was anxious, and his eyes instantly saw the floor number "2" hanging on the wall.

He clapped his hands hard!

Shen Qiao was so confused by his startled movements that he hadn't said the key point for a long time, and decided to figure out the other party's intentions before running out of patience.

Manager Zhou finally suffocated. He pointed his finger at the number on the white wall and asked Shen Qiao: "What do you think this number looks like?"

Shen Qiao pulled the corners of his lips without a smile, and continued without any ups and downs, "Like what?"

Manager Zhou gave an idea: "Does it look like a sign?"

Shen Qiao was silent.

Unexpectedly, Manager Zhou turned the interrogative sentence into a questionable sentence, and he could ask and answer himself without his support: "It's the sign of the "Two Fish" live broadcast room!"

Shen Qiao denied expressionlessly: "Are you short-sighted? I don't think it looks like it, I'll leave if nothing is wrong."

This time, he didn't give Manager Zhou any chance to play. He strode three steps into two steps, disappearing into the stairwell like the wind.

Watching him run away with "amnesia", Manager Zhou sighed.

So that day, after Shen Qiao came back from the swimming pool, he began to meet Manager Zhou on various occasions.

At lunch, Manager Zhou sat opposite him with a tray, took out his mobile phone and said: "Recently, I heard that my new mobile phone has a very good lens pixel, very clear, and it has a certain retouching function. Many Internet celebrities I use it as a live camera, and I don’t know if it’s true—"

"Little Wolf, when will you start the live broadcast to test it out for me?"

Shen Qiao lowered his head to fish out the eggs that Auntie shook from the scrambled eggs with tomatoes, and answered without raising his head:

"Well, then you wait."

Manager Zhou: "..."

He can wait, but the live broadcast platform and fans can't.

Manager Zhou still wanted to speak. Lu Zhe sat down beside Shen Qiao with a plate of fried rice. He looked at Manager Zhou with a smile and looked at the people next to him. After a little thought, he knew what was going on.

With a smile on his lips, he turned a blind eye to the help-seeking look cast by Manager Zhou. He picked up the chopsticks and picked the tomatoes that were not touched by Shen Qiao's plate into his own bowl.

Seeing him fishing out the eggs, Lu Zhe asked, "Why don't I go get another one for you?"

Shen Qiao switched to the small stir-fried beef. Hearing what he said, he simply refused: "No."

It's boring to eat enough good food at a time.

This is true for sugar, so is chocolate, and the same is true for scrambled eggs with tomatoes.

Manager Zhou on the opposite side saw that Lu Zhe was not helping, he sighed, and took out his mobile phone while fishing for the noodles in his bowl. After looking at it for a while, he said again:

"Hey! Help me figure it out. Three-seven is twenty-one, right?"

Lu Zhe answered him shortly, "Yes."

Manager Zhou calmly asked back: "The 38--?" Come and pick up the 24! In this way, he can casually ask Shen Qiao about the 24-hour live broadcast that he owes in Lu Zhe's face!

Lu Zhe didn't bother to pay attention to him, a person whose multiplication table was not good enough.

Shen Qiao said nothing at all.

Manager Zhou patiently works as a repeater:

"March eight."

"March 8..."

Shen Qiao calmly looked up at him: "After the bill is settled, why are you cursing?"

Manager Zhou: "...?"

Lu Zhe didn't hold back his laugh, and saw Manager Zhou's face gradually develop towards the dyeing tank. He shook his head and made a round of rounds:

"Okay, or else, I will help him broadcast?"

As soon as the words were spoken, the two looked at him at the same time.

Shen Qiao seems to be a little surprised, because he has heard people say that Lu Zhe’s new contract for live broadcast requires a very loose contract, unless it is a club activity that requires him to cooperate with the promotion. Normally, his live broadcast is reminded by fans. Engage it when you get up, pull it down when you don't think of it.

Manager Zhou looked at him and then at Shen Qiao, not knowing what to say.

Lu Zhe raised his eyebrows: "What? Didn't I help him start the broadcast for the platform?"

This is the truth.

Lu Zheguang has more than one million fans on Weibo, and only the fans of other people in DG can have this number.

And because of his good looks, technical skill, and wild speaking, fans actually like to watch his live broadcast, but usually they can only listen to his voice in the live broadcast room of other DGs to satisfy their own ears.

Zhou Dazui couldn't refute it for a while.

In the end, I could only waved his hand in discomfort: "Forget it, you two coordinate, I will assume that Shen Qiao agrees-remember to make up for 24 hours."

Lu Zhe nodded: "There are still a few days left, no hurry."

...

Wait for Manager Zhou to finish eating one step first-

Shen Qiao withdrew his eyes from the other party's extraordinarily flowery suit jacket, turned to look at Lu Zhe next to him, and slowly narrowed his eyes.

Lu Zhe had just finished the fried rice and bought two bottles of sports drinks from the vending machine next to him. He threw the non-freezing bottle to Shen Qiao, unscrewed the cold water vapor in his hand, and asked with a smile:

"Why, regret it? Want to broadcast it yourself?"

Shen Qiao snorted, with the words "What are you making an international joke" on his face, raised his chin, and asked with open lips:

"Why buy me ice-free ones?"

Lu Zhe squeezed the bottle, not knowing what he thought of, screwed on the cap again, and said again with a smile: "You are not in good health. Don't drink so much ice."

Shen Qiao rolled his eyes at him. For him, the non-ice drink in summer has no soul at all.

Lu Zhe put the drink in his hand on the table and leaned in to smile facelessly: "Why don't you give me a kiss and I will let you have a sip?"

Shen Qiao raised his hand to push him away, stepped out of the seat of the chair, and took the phone in a stride to buy it by himself.

But when I went to the vending machine...

The frozen sports drinks are all sold out.

Lu Zhe followed him with two bottles of drinks in his hand, the one on the left is not iced, and the one on the right is the unscrewed iced drink, with a bit of pride in his tone:

"Have you thought about it? Which one to choose?"

Shen Qiao: "..."

He turned back calmly--

He grabbed the bottle of ice drink Lu Zhe had opened, turned and ran.

Lu Zhe was not surprised at all, staring at his swift background in place, his voice was a little helpless: "Okay, what did you run after eating?"

Shen Qiao's eyes fell, and he curled his lips and asked him, "Don't you run away when the dog is chasing you?"

Lu Zhe smiled angrily and pointed his finger up: "Qiao Qiao, you are done."

He said: "Wait and beg me when it's live broadcast."

Shen Qiao easily unscrewed the bottle cap, took a big sip in front of him, and made a satisfied voice of "Ha", not afraid of Lu Zhe's threat: "No more, pigeon."

...

Eleven o'clock that night.

Coach Fang analyzed each person’s problems during practice today, by the way, let them have time to watch more BLX and foreign games, because the next opponent is BLX, it is said that Xu Xiao and them are running very well recently... In addition, next The intercontinental race is about to start on the seventh of the month.

When the time comes, DG will have to prepare for both sides of the game at the same time, and the schedule is not uncomfortable.

After coach Fang left, Lu Zhe opened the recent live video of BLX members, and suddenly remembered something, and asked Shen Qiao next to him:

"By the way, come here to log in to the account in the live broadcast room. Now it can help you mix for four or five hours."

Shen Qiao glanced at him and hesitated for a moment.

"Forget it," he said.

Lu Zhe raised his hand and pulled his chair over, urging in words: "Hurry up."

Seeing that he had decided, Shen Qiao did not forget to warn him when he typed his account password: "Don't talk nonsense."

Lu Zhe snorted softly, "It would be nice to save the penalty for live broadcasts, and you are still picking and choosing—Why don't you just write me a speech, and I'll forget it?"

Shen Qiao said nothing.

Soon, audiences flooded into the live broadcast room.

[Oh, the wolf loft must be back? 】

[Dead ghost, people have been waiting for you for a long time]

[Husband, explain to me what happened between you and Lu Zhe? 】

【in? Do you remember the hot search? 】

[I also want to say that I will climb Lu Zhe’s wall if you don’t show up again, you really still cherish me]

[Mom Zai Zai loves you! 】

Lu Zhe swept across the barrage with a glance, and couldn't bear the fans expressing their wrong feelings. He coughed lightly and conveyed their longing feelings: "Jojo, your wives said they missed you."

Shen Qiao started a big fight again: "Don't talk nonsense."

【? ? ? ? ? ? 】

[Why is Lugou you! ! 】

[Damn! I quit and entered three times...what's the situation! Why is Lu Zhe broadcasting in the wolf cub live room! explain! 】

[Sisters, did I knock it to the real]

[Who can think of it! I squatted to my husband in the wolf cub's live broadcast room! But my heart is not happy! 】

[I heard that Daddy Zhe is on the air! I'm coming I'm coming! Is this a name change? The room number is wrong? 】

Lu Zhe said softly: "He doesn't have enough live broadcast time this month, and he feels ashamed to see people, so that's what you are seeing now."

On the surface, Shen Qiao was serious about playing games, but in fact he secretly listened to what Lu Zhe was talking about. After hearing that, he sent his head and immediately replied: "Why do I have no face to meet people?"

Lu Zhe smiled, "Okay, I made a mistake, he just doesn't want to broadcast it."

"...Yes, I'm watching the live video of the blx player...boring? Okay, let's talk with you for a while, what do you want to talk about?"

[Lu Gou, you weren't like this before]

[Lu Gou, you weren't like this before +1]

[I was crying, really, Lu Zhe basically turned a blind eye to us when he started the broadcast, but he was so gentle with the fans of Little Wolf... Fuck]

[It means to let my husband spoil me, I have to be a fan of wolfy, does that mean? 】

[Being a fan of Lugou is too difficult]

Lu Zhe thought for a while, since it was Shen Qiao's live broadcast room, let's talk about something related to him.

"Let’s talk to you about the old Jojo—"

"Just say that when we first met him, um, we should really know each other in a game."

...

Lu Zhe talked about the ball game for half an hour, and then he continued to talk to fans about Shen Qiao’s previous school days, saying how popular he was, how sunny and cheerful, and mixed with analysis of some operations in the video. Like a commentary.

The time went slowly to more than two o'clock in the morning.

Lao Su and the others said that they were stuffed with dog food, shut down and went to sleep. In the end, only Lu Zhe and Shen Qiao were left in the house.

"Why is there news of discord when the relationship was good in the past? Well... because of some things, I can't tell you."

[How do I feel that the land dog is so gentle when he mentions the wolf pup? 】

[Do you like him! 】

[I have already filled up one hundred thousand words of sweet, sweet, and sweet, and sweet, love stories that are divided and reconciled]

Lu Zhe glanced at the content in the bullet screen, smiled at the truth they guessed, and suddenly saw another question:

[Which part of the wolf pup do you think is the sexiest? 】

Lu Zhe repeated this question slowly.

The barrage is full of exclamation marks that are about to hear the best news "!!!"

Shen Qiao pulled down the headphones and knocked on his desk: "It's time to sleep."

As he spoke, his eyes drifted left and right. Obviously, he didn't want Lu Zhe to answer this strange question, but he couldn't stop it with confidence. After all, he was helping him live broadcast.

[You sleep as you go, what do you call Lu Zhe for? Could it be that you two...]

[I have a bold idea]

Shen Qiao glanced at the bullet screen, too lazy to pay attention to the waste in their heads, and looked at Lu Zhe again.

Lu Zhe hooked the corner of his mouth and pointed to his lips, his eyes flashing with strong hints.

Shen Qiao: "..."

The eyes of the two clashed silently, and finally Lu Zhe took the lead and opened his lips unhurriedly.

at the same time!

Shen Qiao raised his hand to turn his head back, pressed it over and touched his lips, not so much a kiss, it was more like a vicious bump.

Lu Zhe laughed, but he didn't know whether it was the pain or something else. He licked his lips, leaving behind a dark glow.

In the next second, he answered the question slowly:

"I know what part of him is sexy."

The author has something to say:

Kiss!