Please Have a Cup of Green Tea

"More quiet - pale moonlight -"

The blue-robed old man on the stage had a white face with powder on his face, and his voice was full of air.

Bi Ming was holding a green jade tea cup, her left leg was on her right leg, and a smile appeared on the corner of her lips, which looked a little playful.

Shi Zhong next to him was flipping through the promotional picture book of the play. There was a short introduction printed on it. It probably told a strange story about a man similar to Chen Shimei who failed a female ghost who was charged for debt.

They didn't talk, but Shi Zhong remembered her previous emotional experience and glanced aside a little worriedly.

The woman sipped her tea and stared at the stage attentively, as if immersed in it.

In the second half of the stage, the old man on the stage was wrapped in a white sling by Hua Dan who played the female ghost. The old man hurriedly struggled and covered his face with a black cloth. After a moment, he turned into a **** face. The superb face-changing action attracted the audience. The audience applauded loudly.

Bi Ming also applauded along with the people around him, then turned to look at Shi Zhong beside him:

"This part is beautiful."

Shi Zhong didn't know if she felt it, but he nodded along: "Well, it's very educational."

"In many operas, evil spirits will have evil retribution," Bi Ming smiled, "Unfortunately, this is not the case in reality."

Shi Zhong looked at her face, but she had already turned back to watch the end of the play.

Her expression was calm, but his heart seemed to be tied with a string, tightening silently.

If it were me, how would I be willing to...

The man suddenly had this idea in his heart.

After a while, after the tea was cool, the two left the teahouse side by side.

Just as the leader called, Bi Ming picked up: "Yes, Shi Zhong is also here... Gather at the hot pot restaurant at the intersection? No problem."

"Are the big bears urging them?" Shi Zhong lowered his head and asked her.

"Well, before they leave, they want to eat the famous Chuan-Shu hotpot." Bi Ming nodded.

The game is over, and it is customary to eat hot pot to celebrate.

Except for Meng Xishang, several others can eat spicy food. This time, just in case, the manager specially instructed the waiter to prepare a small hot pot with clear soup for Meng Xishang.

Meng Dongliu sat in his seat, with several boxes of snacks piled up in front of him, all of which he thought delicious and wanted to leave to Bi Ming.

Meng Xishang, who was next to him, had a weak expression on his face, reacting a little badly to the rampant spiciness of the hot pot restaurant.

Li Dingbei looked at him and frowned, "If you're not feeling well, we'll go out to eat something else."

Meng Xishang sighed: "No need." It was rare for everyone to come to Rongcheng to eat such an authentic hot pot, and he didn't want to disappoint.

At this moment, the beaded door curtain of the compartment was lifted, and the voice of the waiter came:

"Two guests, Block C36 is here."

"You two are finally here." The leader sighed with relief, "We are about to order food, hurry up and see what we want to eat."

"Okay." Bi Ming and Shi Zhong responded at the same time.

Meng Dongliu watched them come in together with a pleasant look on his face, so he couldn't help feeling a little stuffy.

"What did you go for?"

"Drinking tea and watching a Sichuan Opera." Shi Zhong smiled, "The time in the teahouse passes very quickly, you can try it next time."

"Next time? We have to go, there is no next time." Meng Dongliu suppressed the sadness in his heart and snorted.

"Then make an appointment next season, when everyone comes to play here again, go to the show together." Shi Zhong replied lightly.

Meng Dongliu was silent.

Bi Ming looked around and found that the only remaining vacancy was next to the twins.

"Come and take a seat." Meng Xishang gave her the middle seat, his tone was a little sullen, "Dongliu bought a bunch of snacks and said it was for you."

"What's wrong with you?" Bi Ming frowned as he walked over.

"It's nothing," Meng Xishang also felt that he was too squeamish, perhaps because of the heavy psychological shadow on this side, "Sit down."

When Bi Ming passed him, he brought a refreshing mint-like aroma, as if he was suddenly pushed into the midnight forest. Meng Xi Shang sniffed and sat up slowly, feeling as if he had lost his mind again. So uncomfortable.

However, there was a shameful thought in his mind at the same time:

I want to be closer to her...

He tilted his head subconsciously, looking at her bright and jade-like face under the light, and the scent of her body lingered in his nose.

Meng Dongliu, who was about to introduce snacks to Bi Ming, happened to see his brother's gaze towards the woman, so focused that it almost gave him goosebumps.

Come on, what about this guy?

"Why do you buy so much?" Bi Ming looked at the pile of food on the table, a little worried, "I have to eat hot pot later."

"It's fine, just taste a little," Meng Dongliu instantly forgot his brother and tried his best to settle down, "This cake is so authentic, I ate three by myself, and the boss was stunned when he saw me taking two bites to solve one! "

Bi Ming was amused by his vivid description: "Okay, then try it."

The two of them shared food here, and Shi Zhong couldn't help but pull the corners of his lips when he saw it.

He remembered the string of sugar and oil fruits that the two of them shared one by one in the teahouse before—

Really sweet.

When the steaming hot pot was served, Bi Ming seemed to remember something, turned over the bag, and handed Meng Xishang a can of cool oil.

"The spiciness of Chuanshu hotpot here is very strong. If you can't stand it, apply this under your nose."

Meng Xishang took it and made a low "um".

In fact, he felt as if he didn't need anything else, and her presence by his side had already made him a lot more comfortable.

The cool mint smell, like a mist, diffused from his nose to his chest, stretching his nerves.

Meng Xishang's mind couldn't help but come up with the cartoons that Meng Dongliu had inadvertently seen before.

With his ears facing the dog, he buried himself in the woman's chest.

a little envious...

If you can really put your head in her arms and be comforted by her, it must be the most beautiful feeling in the world.

"Xishang, your small hot pot with clear soup is here," the team leader shouted at this time.

"Huh?" The beautifully contoured mixed-race boy raised his head ignorantly, his face turning crimson.

Everyone laughed when they saw his rare cute look.

"Is it better?" the team leader asked him, "Would you like to scoop you another bowl of jelly?"

"No, it's fine." He shook his head, quite ashamed.

Why... always thinking about all that mess?

***

With the progress of the schedule, in early August, the major teams can basically predict whether their team has the possibility of qualifying.

Like BU, from the Spring Championship to lingering on the edge of the playoffs, Chen Zeyang has also changed from a genius jungler at the beginning of the season to a marketing monster with a notorious reputation.

Mu Yu has not dated Chen Zeyang for a long time.

With the fierce public opinion, her live broadcast room is also full of abuse from various BU fans every day, which makes her aggrieved and sad.

But every time I call Chen Zeyang, I can only hear the impatient "I want to train, don't disturb me".

In fact, when BU's performance fell to the middle and late stages of the league, the coaching staff talked to Chen Zeyang and said that if he continued to play like this, he would return to the bench.

Under huge pressure, Chen Zeyang finally put away all his arrogance and dissatisfaction, and practiced honestly.

In the current few games, he has played quite well, and finally has a bit of the style of the mid-season game.

And Mu Yu would secretly go to the scene to watch him every game.

But there is no front-row VIP treatment like in the mid-season game anymore. Chen Zeyang's eyes will no longer look at the audience, nor will he share his joy with her when he wins.

Mu Yu felt that something in his heart was broken, turning into a collapsed hollow, slowly sinking.

Zeyan is just too busy...

Well, it must be like this, just get through this time.

In the offseason, he must make up for himself.

In the original story line, BU, which continued its victory in the mid-season game, continued to kill the Quartet in the summer game. Chen Zeyang's confidence and arrogance made him more and more dare to operate, and attacked the Xiaguan together with the team.

And he and Mu Yu are also constantly sweet, and are often dubbed by fans as "model couples in the competition circle".

PG is the background board of the protagonist team. The jungler pulled his hips, the team was exhausted, and finally lost to BU in the final. Shi Zhong was sprayed badly. The public opinion believed that he would never meet the champion after leaving BU. .

But now, with the variable Bi Ming, the story is completely different.

After the last game of the regular season, the official standings for the season were released and the eight teams that could advance to the playoffs were announced.

BU is dangerously close to the eighth place.

But now, its fans are thanking God: "Don't ask for a championship, just ask for a ticket to the World Championship."

LPL will have three teams entering the World Championship this year, which also depends on the team's points.

Fans of the BU team have calculated that they have the points of the spring championship, as long as they can get the third place or higher, it is guaranteed.

The easiest is of course the fans of PG. They don't have to fight with other teams at all, because they are all defeated by their own team.

It can be clearly seen in the standings that the PG standing at the top is overlooking all the teams below with a complete victory record.

How high is the gold content of this victory?

The LPL audience counted and found that for so many years, only two teams have been undefeated and won the championship.

One is a wealthy family in ancient times, and now it has changed its name and is no longer as brave as it used to be.

There is one more, which is the current PG.

"PG only needs to play two more bo5s to get Xia Guan in the bag."

"All teams in the playoffs are defeated by PG, do you still want to play?"

"Alas, this year is probably the most suspenseful year. Just send the championship trophy and World Championship tickets to PG."

Of course, not everyone is willing to tout PG.

Someone said: "The regular season and the playoffs are two different things, don't talk too much, our dark horse counterattack has happened too many times."

"Yes, last summer, who would have thought that the eighth-place KD would be the champion?"

"Maybe BU will also show a wave of Black Eight Legends this year."

These remarks are not unreasonable, and the PG base is also repeatedly emphasizing this:

"The difference between bo3 and bo5, you also felt it last season, don't roll over in the gutter."

Coach Pyo sighed, thinking about last season's playoffs.

Others present also nodded solemnly.

"The playoffs are best-of-five sets, and if it drags on for a long time, it will test the physical fitness of the players." Pyo glanced at Shi Zhong, "So you should do more physical exercise and strengthen your physique."

Shi Zhong, who once fell on the scene of the playoffs: ... He also has fitness.

"During this time, I will ask the assistant to make a special training plan for you." Pyo reminded, "There are still more than ten days, don't relax."

"Try to record a trash talk in the final this time." Manager Guo Xiong added with a smile, "Once we enter the World Championship, our sponsorship will be doubled."

The latter sentence worked very well, and the atmosphere in the room suddenly became noisy.

"Okay, Big Bear, this is what you said!"

"You want a bonus, a meal, a vacation—"

"If you win, please let us go on a tour!"

After the meeting, it was another long training time.

The clicks of the mouse and keyboard, the game sound effects in the headset, seem to have no end.

When entering the game interface, Bi Ming found that someone had placed a cup of freshly brewed coffee, so she couldn't help raising her eyes.

It was Li Dingbei.

A tall, stocky man was stooping to clean up the cables on his desk, a box of instant coffee in a red box lay on the speaker.

She wanted to make sure of one thing, so she reached out and poked his back.

The man's solid muscles were like hard iron, and it became stiffer with a jab.

"Dingbei, don't you drink coffee?"

Li Dingbei turned his head and said in a low voice, "Well, there is a discount in the supermarket, you can take it casually."

"Oh." Bi Ming rolled her eyes and stopped talking.

On the other side, Shi Zhong put on his headphones for a while.

In fact, he also bought a new coffee machine in the shopping software a few days ago.

It's just that the logistics is too slow and it hasn't been delivered yet.

I knew it earlier... I went to buy it offline.