Don't Send [Esports Gb]

[Non-ABO/eSports+4iiii] League of Legends/Redemption IF's results are last every year, and this summer split is the last chance. When the team was on the verge of disbanding, as a staff member of the youth training department, Xin Mei set her sights on the mysterious player whose ID was Wenjiu. As a talented jungler who dominates high-end games, Wenjiu has rejected countless offers from teams since his debut. Unfortunately, even though there are constant discussions about him in major game forums, no one has ever seen his true face. Faced with such a cold and aloof god, Xin Mei didn't have any hope, but Wen Jiu took the initiative to provoke her. The young man looked at her with eyes as hot as fire, trying to devour everything from her. "Sister, I said we are a perfect match, do you believe it?" [The road down the mountain is destined to be rainy and full of thorns. When you stand in the light, you don't have to come to me. ] Mainly romance/secondary e-sports The story is purely fictitious Pre-collection: "Planted by My Hands" Copywriting: [Development/year-up/low-opening and crazy running] After the subject left, Cheng Qiulai discovered a young child hiding in his closet. He was thin and thin, with a scar on his face. He seemed to have not recovered from the scene he had just seen, and looked at her with a look of horror and helplessness. Cheng Qiulai squatted in front of him and explained: "Those are not instruments of torture. You saw them just now. He liked them very much, right?" Yan Ting seemed to understand, and nodded with a strange expression. "So, let this be a secret between us, okay?" Yan Ting stared blankly at Qing Jun's smiling face so close under the moonlight. After much hesitation, he mustered up the courage to say, "Then can you protect me... Until I grow up?" Cheng Qiulai stared at the red mole under his eyes and felt that the child was cute and pitiful, so she agreed to him. She warned herself again and again not to have any evil intentions towards him. - A few years later, the child gradually matured under her care. After an absurd incident, Cheng Qiulai was shocked and angry, and slapped him hard. But she didn't expect that red mole that was already alluring to be even more charming. Yan Ting's smile was frivolous, clinging to her ears like a whisper when she was a child, and his voice was hoarse and excited: "Sister, please continue." Ordinary, smooth, long-lasting, four love stories in the market/age difference Purpose: fair competition.