Auxiliary super fierce

Chapter 34

"Is there anyone you like?"

Fang Chi fell on the bed, tilting his head to look at Yi Fan.

The jungler was obviously displeased with AD's behavior of ganking in the middle of the night. He sat on the other side of the bed, yawned, and pursed his mouth: "Do you have someone you like?"

"Huh?" Fang Chi got up and sat cross-legged on the bed, "Why do you ask that?"

"Usually when people ask people like this, the next sentence is 'I fell in love with someone recently...', the standard opening." Yi Fan grabbed the phone, pressed it on, glanced at the time, and sighed, "What the hell are you doing?" Huh? Who do you like?"

"I... I don't know either." Fang Chi honestly expressed his inner feelings, but seeing Yi Fan quietly rolled his eyes, he stretched out his hand and slapped Yi Fan before continuing, "I don't know if I like it or not." , but sometimes he does... does make me happy."

"That's what I like." Yi Fan said, "Look, lol brings you happiness, don't you like it?"

"Can these two likes be the same?" Fang Chi put one hand on his knee, and moved his fingers unnaturally, "He... just, sometimes when he talks to me, I can feel my heart beat faster."

Yi Fan fell back and said vaguely: "The remaining blood will make your heart beat faster."

Fang Chi didn't want to talk to him anymore, so he fell on the bed.

The bed at the base was quite big, and two people lay on the bed, as if there was a ghost in the middle, and no one could touch the other.

The room was quiet for a while, and the breathing of both of them gradually calmed down. When Yi Fan was about to fall asleep, he heard Fang Chi say another sentence: "Isn't it shameful to be entangled with this at such a young age?"

Yi Fan opened his eyes, stared at the ceiling in a daze for a few seconds, and when he fully woke up, he turned his head and looked at him: "It's not shameful, even if you are a five or sixty-year-old old man, you have the right to be emotionally entangled."

Fang Chi smiled: "You can see quite clearly."

"Nonsense," Yi Fan raised his eyebrows, "You think I'm so stupid."

Regarding the question of whether the jungler is really stupid, Fang Chi, an ADC, dare not talk to him alone late at night. After all, Yi Fan is a carnivorous type, and Fang Chi can't beat him, so he turned the page: "You little wooden man Is it fixed?"

"It's fixed!" Mentioning this, Yi Fan became energetic, got up from the bed, went to the cabinet and took out the little wooden figure to Fang Chi to see, "It's like new!"

"It's fine, Qin Yu," Fang Chi looked carefully, but he really couldn't see the slightest crack on his arm, "Craftsman."

Yi Fan put the little wooden man back, rubbed his head and laughed a few times: "He guessed that I would break it when he said it, so he brought over the tools for repair."

I just didn't expect it to be broken so quickly.

Yi Fan didn't say the second half of the sentence.When Qin Yu said this, his expression was extremely heavy, Yi Fan was almost out of breath.

"He did this?" Fang Chi realized now.

"Yes." Yi Fan nodded.

Fang Chi looked at Yi Fan's smirking face and sighed, then turned his head to the other side: "Why did he give you things for no reason?"

"I don't know," Yi Fan said, "Maybe it's a hint that I should help out more on the road."

Qin Yu was lying on the bed next door, getting sleepy, and suddenly sneezed, half of the drowsiness was scattered. He turned on his phone, looked at the photo with Yi Fan on the screen, and sighed.

Fang Chi had a heart-to-heart talk with Yi Fan in the middle of the night, to no avail. Seeing Yi Fan's expression that he was about to die suddenly if he didn't sleep, he could only go back to the room by himself.

In fact, he had long expected that there would be no result from the discussion. After all, Yi Fan's EQ could piss off [-] Qin Yu, and he didn't expect Yi Fan to give any standard answer.

Fang Chi was surprised to be able to say, "Even if you are an old man who is five or sixty years old, you have the right to be entangled in your relationship."

Surprised by surprise, Fang Chi glanced at the door of Wen Tu's room next door when he walked back to the room, he paused for a while with the hand holding the doorknob, and then twisted the door forcefully.

With things in mind, naturally he didn't sleep well all night.

How did that happen.

Fang Chi kept thinking about it while he was half asleep and half awake.

When he was young, he had a crush on the female classmate who was the foreman, and when he was older, he had a crush on the belle of the class, and when he was older, he came to work professionally. He would develop a good impression of a good-looking girl or a fan.

From childhood to adulthood, the objects of his ignorant love were all girls. He never thought that one day he would have such a feeling for a man, and even a different feeling from before.

It used to be ignorant joy, but now it is more straightforward heartbeat.

Do I like Wentu?

Fang Chi turned over, pressed the quilt under his body, and let out a long sigh.

I fucking like Wentu.

After figuring this out, Fang Chi was shocked for a while. He went to the bathroom to wash his face, went out to the corridor to smoke for a while, and finally calmed down looking at the lingering smoke.

He stood on the side of the window in the corridor, with a cigarette between his fingers, and his eyes stayed on Wentu's door. Suddenly, a cool wind blew outside the window, and his hand shook, shaking the ashes of the cigarette that he would not be able to flick off in the future on the ground.

Fang Chi lowered his head, looked at the soot on the floor tiles, and smiled helplessly.

……

These two days are still the training recovery period, the number of rank rounds is gradually recovering, and the training match has not yet been scheduled, so no one disturbs his sleep. Fang Chi sleeps until the night before getting dizzy and dizzy. Sneezing non-stop.

"Cold?" Wen Tu handed him a pack of tissues.

"Yeah." Fang Chi sniffed, took the tissue and said seriously, "Research shows that you still can't go to the window to smoke for half an hour."

"Huh?" Wen Tu was puzzled, "When did you smoke?"

"It was midnight last night." Fang Chi sneezed again, shrank back in his chair, and fell silent.

Wen Tu looked at it thoughtfully for a while, and then drove by himself to mark the ranking.

Fang Chi got up late today, and didn't play a single round of the required rank, so when the training room was gone, he continued to sit and play. Wen Tu played a few more rounds, turned off the computer, and went out. After adding some cat food and water on time, he returned to the training room.

"What's wrong?" Fang Chi spoke with a nasal voice, which sounded vague.

"Are you unhappy?" Wen Tu sat back in his seat and looked at him seriously.

"No," Fang Chi glanced at Wen Tu while he was going home to buy equipment, "I'm like a Maitreya Buddha all day long, why do you always think I'm unhappy?"

"Ah." Wen Tu heard him ask this, and thought about it seriously, "Don't you smoke whenever you have something on your mind?"

Fang Chi laughed and said, "Who told you?"

"Isn't it?" Wen Tu asked back, put his hand on the armrest of the gaming chair, and subconsciously grasped it tightly.

The vn on the screen walked from the base all the way to the line and was killed in a straight line. The assistant madly questioned him, but Fang Chi remained unmoved. After a long time, he sighed softly: "Yes, but I'm not unhappy."

Other people's crushes are both sour and sweet, but why it's different when it comes to him. The crush also takes the initiative to ask his health and care about his mental state.

Fang Chi thought about it and amused himself.

Wen Tu stood up, with indescribable emotions hiding in his eyes, he let out an oh.