I'm not dating online anymore! [Gaming]

Chapter 67

Shang Xuan's breath sprinkled on the back of Shen Juan's hand, carrying a hot temperature.

The moist and soft tip of the tongue brushed across the sensitive skin, causing Shen Juan's hands to tremble uncontrollably, and half of his arms were numb.

When Shang Xuan raised his head, there seemed to be a little bit of gorgeous and bewitching blood on his lips. He smiled at Shen Juan, then carefully put his hand on the bed, and lay down beside him again.

Shen Juan has fallen asleep since he came back last night. It has been nearly [-] hours now. He doesn't know if Shang Xuan is eating well by himself. Down for dinner?"

Shang Xuan pointed to his throat, what he wanted to express was that his throat was sore and he didn't want to eat or have dinner.

——Shen Juan would have misunderstood it, thinking that this person was acting like a spoiled child to him again, meaning "I will only eat after a kiss" or something like that.

Shen Juan paused for a moment, his body moved slightly, he lowered his body, and kissed Shang Xuan's neck.

The lips brushed lightly over the Adam's apple.

In a coaxing voice: "Let's go eat."

Shang Xuan: "..."

If it weren't for his lack of physical strength now, Shen Juan would definitely not be able to get out of bed tomorrow if he teased him like this.

Shang Xuan's Adam's apple moved slightly, causing some painful sensations, blowing away the little thoughts that were about to move in his heart.

He glanced at Shen Juan with his dark eyes, got up and went down to eat obediently.

Coach Sanshui was also sick, and infected a circle of people. Now there are only two "survivors" in the club, Wen Yu and Bei Ge, and there are no group activities.

Although their game is over, the games of other teams are still going on.

Tonight is MG's match against WAG - WAG was eliminated by LCG in the six-to-four round, and then broke out in the rematch, qualified for the resurrection, re-entered the semi-finals, and competed with MG. The PK battle for final ticket qualification.

Their losers will be eliminated, and the winners will play against LCG in the final Summer Champions Cup Finals.

Shang Xuan's head rested on Shen Juan's shoulders, holding him with one arm, watching the ongoing game with him.

Of course, LCG hopes that WAG will win, because since the spring split, no matter how big or small they are, they have never won against MG.

——Probably there really is an "enemy" relationship between the teams. MG is Tianke LCG, and they just know how to fight this team.

Especially their team's mid laner Jing Xiao, an FMVP mid laner who is often compared to Shen Juan, did a great job of restricting Shang Xuan, often making Shang Xuan feel uncomfortable throughout the game .

When they meet WAG, they have enough confidence to win the championship, but if they meet MG, it will probably be a tough fight.

Therefore, whether it is the team, players, fans, or various media, they are all paying attention to the result of today's game.

The battle for the Dragon King was in progress on the arena. At the most thrilling moment, the front row of both sides were testing each other to open their eyes. The assassin circled around the back and looked for a position from the side to enter the arena. The team battle was imminent.

WAG strikes first, MG's shooter Luban No. [-] is cut, and Resurrection A stands up and is beaten to death by forceful injuries.

In the current version of the archer conferred gods, team battles basically rely on ADC to play continuous output. If the archer dies first, it will be difficult to fight in the follow-up.

——But at this moment, Jing Xiao's Mai Shiranui suddenly flashed from an unimaginable and unimaginable position to the back row of the opposite crowd, pushed three big moves, and one person was caught off guard by the double C on the opposite side!

The situation is reversed instantly!

Crazy screams from the auditorium could be clearly heard in the live broadcast room.

This is a fight between two absolutely strong teams, and the speed of the commentary can no longer keep up with the changes on the scene.

Shang Xuan couldn't help but praised "beautiful", and then asked Shen Juan in a low voice: "...Captain, do you think he is better at fighting or I am better at fighting?"

For Shen Juan, this was a "score question", and he didn't think much about it: "For me, you are better than anyone else."

He looked away from the screen of the tablet computer, looked down at Shang Xuan, and said softly: "You don't need to compare with anyone."

Shang Xuan gently squeezed his fingers.

Shang Xuan knew that there was a big gap between him and Jing Xiao in the past. Although he was good at spell stabbing, his overall awareness and hero pool were completely incomparable with Jing Xiao. Couer his reason.

Shang Xuan knew very well that when they lost to MG time and time again, his mid laner position was very responsible.

But the coaching staff and the manager never accused him. Shen Juan must have said something in front of them, made a promise, and shouldered a lot of pressure for him that should not belong to him.

Shang Xuan looked at the interface of the live broadcast room, this small game is over, MG has won, and the MVP is Jing Xiao.

……

Shang Xuan's dark pupils stared at the person on the screen, and for the first time, something like "desire to win and lose" arose.

He hoped that his opponent in the finals would be mg.

And this time, he will win.

At 10:30 in the evening, today's game ends.

MG won WAG 4-2 and won the championship and runner-up. They will play the finals with LCG a week later.

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After another two days, the sick people in the team finally stood up one after another, and their colds almost recovered.

Shang Xuan's voice was just able to speak, and the bedroom was filled with his lively voice.

At the end of July, the weather was completely hot. Even though the LCG base was shady and cool, the daytime was still very hot. Shang Xuan's health was not good, so he didn't dare to turn the air conditioner temperature too low, and the room was always very hot.

Summer is the season that is naturally suitable for wearing skirts. Those little skirts of Shangxuan who have been refrigerated for a winter can finally see the light of day again, and they can wear a different one every day, so that they can wear the whole summer without repeating.

At first, Shen Juan didn't allow him to go out of the bedroom door, but then he couldn't stand Shang Xuan acting like a baby with him, so he went into the training room.

This is Shang Xuan's first summer in the team.

The finals are getting closer day by day.

LCG has never been a temporary team, especially at this critical time, the club and the coaching staff do not want to put pressure on the players, no longer carry out any mandatory group activities, and let them freely arrange whatever they want.

Shen Juan took Shang Xuan home for a trip. Shang Xuan was wearing a long skirt, with jet-black waist-length hair flowing softly behind her back, like a fairy descended from the mortal world.

At first, Shen's father thought that his son had turned his back on him and turned his back on him. He was shocked and angry, but when he looked at the "girl"'s face carefully, he felt that something was wrong.

This beautiful and beautiful "daughter-in-law" seems... looks a little familiar.

Shang Xuan straightened his skirt and sat next to Father Shen, smiled innocently and harmlessly, and said in a magnetic and pleasant voice: "Uncle."

Father Shen: "..."

He couldn't believe it: "Shang Xuan?"

Shang Xuan nodded, seemed a little shy, and whispered: "Look, can you accept me as Xiao Juan's girlfriend?"

Father Shen stared at Shang Xuan for a while, and couldn't help laughing.

He knew Shang Xuan's preference, he had seen the "girl" on the screen of Shen Juan before.

Very good, buy one get one free, not bad.

The two were talking and laughing in the living room like father and son, while Shen Juan went to the kitchen to cook.

Shang Xuan glanced at the back figure in the kitchen, couldn't help having some indecent thoughts in his heart, and said solemnly: "Uncle, you can go back to the room and rest, I will help Xiao Juan cook, and I will call you when I am done."

He actually doesn't know anything, and going there would be a disservice.

But Shen Yan's back is really attractive, with a slender waist and slender legs, wearing an apron given by some shopping mall for an event, and a black belt around his waist... It's just...

Shang Xuan sent Shen's father back to the bedroom - only to see this man blatantly entered the kitchen under the guise of "helping", walked behind him, and touched Shen Juan's waist with both hands.

Shen Juan trembled slightly, and almost lost the spoon in his hand. He turned his head and glanced at Shang Xuan, and said in a low voice, "What are you doing here? The smell of oily smoke is heavy here, go wait in the living room."

"No." Shang Xuan hugged him from behind, kissed behind Shen Juan's ear, and said coquettishly: "I want to look at you."

Shen Juan's body trembled slightly again, pulled Shang Xuan's hand out of his shirt, breathed a sigh of relief, and said in a hoarse voice, "Don't do this."

Shang Xuan couldn't help laughing, and put it away immediately, but obediently hugged him from behind, put his chin on his shoulder, and lowered his long eyelashes to watch him cook.

He really didn't come to help, with such a person hanging behind him, it was inconvenient for Shen Juan to lower his head and cut vegetables, but he didn't ask him to leave, so he finished the meal like this.

Because there was no arrangement tomorrow morning, and Shen Juan hadn't slept at home for a long time, so they didn't go back to the club that night, but slept at home.

Shang Xuan came to Shen Juan's bedroom, this was the first time he slept in this room.

Shang Xuan went to take a bath first, and when he came out, Shen Juan finished blow-drying his hair, put him under the quilt, and then went to wash himself.

After coming out, Shen Juan packed everything, changed into pajamas, and put the hair dryer back in the cabinet.

Shang Xuan looked at Shen Juan who was facing away from him, and the ascetic and beautiful back in the kitchen flashed in his mind again.

Shang Xuan suddenly remembered something, frowned slightly, and said to Shen Juan: "Xiao Juan, my throat hurts."

Hearing this sentence, Shen Juan turned around to look at him immediately, and asked, "Isn't the cold gone? Is it because I cook too much at night?"

——Shang Xuan was propped on the bed with one hand at this time, in a half-sitting and half-lying posture, wearing a heavy and loose pajamas, the buttons refused to be fastened properly, revealing a white and smooth collarbone and chest.

He smiled at Shen Juan like this, and said in an ambiguous nasal voice: "You kiss it and it won't hurt."

Shen Juan paused, put the hair dryer back in the cabinet, then turned around and walked to the bed.

Shang Xuan was sitting, and he had to raise his head slightly to see his eyes. His chin was slightly lifted up, and the neck and protruding Adam's apple became more obvious, with an almost fatal attraction.

Shen Juan first looked at him for a moment, knowing that this man was acting like a demon again, but there was nothing he could do. He bent down and kissed his neck lightly with his lips.

Then he stretched out his hand to gather up the skirt, fastened the buttons one by one from bottom to top, and said softly, "Put on your clothes, don't catch a cold anymore."

Like a cat comforted by its master, Shang Xuan became very obedient and lay down lazily.

Shen Juan turned off the light.

In the darkness, Shang Xuan stretched out his hand to hug him, and said for a long time, "The finals will be the day after tomorrow."

Shen Juan let out a "hmm", heard something different from his voice, and asked in a low voice: "... are you nervous?"

"En." Shang Xuan's pupils were dark and bright in the night, and he said softly, "I will not let you down."

Shen Juan didn't say anything, just patted his head.

Shang Xuan quickly fell asleep in his arms.

The leaves sway outside the window.

A night without dreams.