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nine o'clock in the morning
Say goodbye to my reluctant mother,
Carrying large and small bags, Su Xiang and the two embarked on a journey to Hengyang to find their relatives.
"Oh my God, this suitcase is too heavy. Chenchen, how much did Auntie bring you?"
It was difficult to lift the luggage above and put it away.
Lin Weixiang sat down on the sofa and stretched out his hand to wipe away the sweat.
"I also advised my mother not to bring so much at night, but she didn't listen, and there was nothing I could do."
Open the bulging schoolbag,
Su Chen took out two bags of potato chips and handed them to Lin Weixiang.
He looked down at his feet again,
In order to save her own face, my mother deliberately used a brand new woven bag instead of an ugly snakeskin bag. She was still very happy.
on the road,
Although Fuqing is not far from Hengyang, it only takes more than two hours.
But Su Chen, who was traveling far away for the first time, didn't feel sleepy at all.
Remembering the topic last time,
Asked: "By the way, Brother Xiang, what is the name of your friend in Hengyang? How should I call him then?"
"His name is Liu Qingsong, as for what he's called... Crunch Crunch."
Chewing potato chips, Lin Weixiang hesitated for a moment, but still did not let Su Chen commit suicide. He said truthfully: "Just call him Brother Song. He has no qualities and likes to curse people all the time. You should try to be polite."
"I see."
Su Chen looked a little uneasy and asked curiously: "Brother Xiang, what position does he play?"
"Auxiliary."
"No..."
The thing he was most worried about happened. Su Chen cried and felt that his future was dark.
Since the S4 season,
Samsung White, recognized by players as the strongest team in history, defeated the Royal Family to win the championship without any pressure.
A new style of play has completely emerged!
It's called: Nosuke Linkage.
As a jungler,
Su Chen also marveled at Bai's dominance that year against Sanxing. This was also the style of play he most wanted to learn.
But now that Brother Xiang said that the eldest brother named Liu Qingsong had a bad temper, Su Chen felt a little embarrassed.
He is a commanding jungler, and if he is not allowed to talk, he will probably not be able to play the game well.
For people you don’t know or have a casual relationship with,
Su Chen will follow his own game rhythm and give the right command at the right time.
Do not listen? At worst, we'll just spray each other!
As long as it's reasonable, it doesn't matter whether you fight with words or with force.
"But that person has a good relationship with Brother Xiang. If he wants to trick me into disobeying my orders, can I still criticize him?"
Su Chen was troubled.
at the same time,
Lin Weixiang didn't know it yet, but his little brother was already thinking about how to tease Liu Qingsong.
On the contrary, he was still talking about popular science, "He was an ADC in his early years. In 2014, he was spotted by the dark forces and recruited into the team as a substitute.
It's a pity that Uzi went there during S5, and the two of them even played solo. Guess what? "
"What's wrong?" Su Chen subconsciously cheered.
"Hahaha, I was beaten and retired!"
Lin Weixiang laughed loudly, causing the passersby in the front seat to turn around and hurriedly suppress their laughter.
His shoulders kept shaking, "Since then, he gave up his dream of being a shooter and switched to supporting."
"It should be normal if you can't beat Uzi."
Su Chen scratched his head, "In the past few years, our results in foreign competitions have all been supported by him. He has been the runner-up in every competition he has attended. His personal ability is beyond words. He is definitely a top-notch AD. How could he be defeated by a newcomer."
"That's right, if you ask me to fight Uzi, I can win one or two games at most. If I'm in good condition, it's not impossible to beat him. He's not as good as him."
"Yes Yes Yes…"
Seeing Brother Xiang talking nonsense, Su Chen couldn't bear to look straight at him.
I was bragging along the way, and time flew by.
Lin Weixiang also sent a message to Liu Qingsong in advance, indicating that he would pick up the car.
"Ding dong~"
Su Chen received a reply on his phone and listened carefully.
"Lin Weixiang, did your brain get knocked by a dog? You didn't know it was nap time, and you asked me to get up and pick you up at the station? I xxxx!!"
Violent insults,
Su Chen's eyes were filled with wavy lines that had been killed one after another.
Lin Weixiang seemed to have gotten used to the other party's attitude. He picked up the phone and said with a smile: "It's settled. My brother and I will be here soon. You, the host, don't forget to treat us."
After all,
Turn off the phone and put it back in your pocket, ignoring it.
at the same time,
In a messy room,
"Is Lin Weixiang, this stupid bitch, mentally ill? Your brother is here, does it have anything to do with me?"
After listening to the voice, Liu Qingsong, with his hair raised and sleepy eyes, threw the phone aside irritably and continued to lie on his side with his eyes closed.
One minute...two minutes...three minutes
"Peng~"
The tight quilt was kicked away,
As the cold air invaded his body, Liu Qingsong shivered and cursed as he stood up and put on his shoes, "I really owe you a piece of shit!"
Walking in and out of the room in a daze,
"Songsong, why did you get up so early today? The meal has just been cooked."
Song Ma in the kitchen raised her head in confusion.
"Mom, my friends came to play with me in the car. You can eat lunch first and I will take them out for a walk."
Liu Qingsong, who comes from a single-parent family, is very gentle towards his mother.
"Well."
Looking at the simple kitchen and narrow living room, Mother Song nodded hesitantly and said, "You can take them to find a good restaurant. Do you have enough money? Do you want me to..."
"No, I've made so much money professionally, didn't I tell you?"
Waving his hands casually, Liu Qingsong walked to the bathroom, half-closed his eyes, brushed his teeth and washed himself, looking at himself in the mirror, slightly dissatisfied.
The boy in the mirror,
The face is not big, but round. The hair is slightly erect, revealing the bean-shaped forehead. In addition, there are spots on both sides caused by staying up late. The only thing that stands out is a tear mole under the corner of the left eye.
besides,
He is really an adolescent boy who is more than ordinary.
"It's really ugly!"
Liu Qingsong, as a face-controller, couldn't bear to look directly at his face.
He lowered his head and washed it quickly with cold water, then returned to the room, dressed neatly, said goodbye to his mother, and took a taxi to a nearby station alone.
Sitting in the car,
Thinking of his son Lin Weixiang, Liu Qingsong picked up his cell phone and impatiently sent a voice message, "Remember to stay at the door and don't move. I'll be there in ten minutes."
After sending it, I leaned on the cushion behind me to catch up on my sleep.
"Ding dong~"
"What the hell are you posting again?"
Lifting his eyelids, Liu Qingsong clicked on the voice button and put it to his ear. Suddenly, Lin Weixiang's mean voice came, "Songsong, you really still love me. Come to Chenchen and say hello to your brother Songsong." "
"I love you…"
"Hello, Brother Songsong~"
He didn't finish the word 'hemp' in his mouth.
Liu Qingsong heard a clear and sweet voice. He closed his eyes and suddenly opened them. His sleepiness disappeared and he looked straight at his phone, "This voice!"
"Ahem~"
After staying for a long time, Liu Qingsong coughed twice and his expression returned to calm.
He adjusted his sitting posture, pressed record, put his phone close to the corner of his mouth, breathed out from his Dantian, and let out an extremely low and magnetic voice: 'Hmm...'
"Um?"
Su Chen looked up blankly, "Brother Xiang, your friend is really cold and cold."
"Well... something is indeed wrong. He is usually very polite to outsiders." Lin Weixiang was also puzzled.
"Dear passengers, HY City has arrived, please pack up..."
At this time, the radio also sounded a prompt.
"Forget it, let's go first. I'll get Chenchen's quilt for you."
"No, no, no, Brother Xiang, just help me carry the suitcase."
"…………"
outside the station,
Pedestrians walked out one after another,
"Why don't you come out?"
Liu Qingsong frowned and looked at the time, then raised his head and looked toward the exit, looking slightly startled.
It's almost noon now,
The sun hanging high in the sky is no longer as glaring as it used to be. Instead, it emits soft light, dispelling the cold air and illuminating everyone's face.
Black is darker, white is whiter.
Holding the trunk with his left hand, Lin Weixiang put his right hand on his forehead and looked up at the sky. The warm sunshine was shining on him, and his dark face showed a hint of enjoyment, "Chenchen, the weather is really nice."
"Yes, I'm so hot that I'm sweating."
Su Chen was struggling to carry the thick woven bag with both hands behind him. Su Chen panted slightly, sweat dripped from the corners of his eyes, and Qingjun's face turned red.
After two more difficult steps, he finally couldn't bear the pain in his arms anymore and was about to call Brother Xiang to take a rest.
"Do you need help?"
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