Lu Baiyuan frowned and soon let go.

What kind of dreams did you have?

After about a while, he asked quietly: "Aren't three?"

Of course no one answered him.

Jian Rong had just finished taking a shower and her arms were a little cold. Lu Baiyuan stared at somewhere in the dark, slowly feeling the warmth of her arms against her, and then maintained a very warm heat.

Tonight, Brother Ding asked him who he would sleep with, or simply clean up a room. Although it tasted strong, it would be impossible to bear it for a night.

After Lu Baiyuan lowered his eyes and listened to him, he hugged his pillow and threw it on Jian Rong's bed.

"Idiot troll..." The body was too tired, and the person next to him began to say something irrelevant to his sleep: "I am your father..."

Lu Baiyuan blinked slowly.

“…No dresses.”

Lu Baiyuan whispered: "Yes."

"Your father...the world's number one mid-lane."

“…”

Lu Baiyuan just wanted to laugh, but the corners of his mouth tightened.

Jian Rong suddenly raised one hand and put it on him. Through the thin clothes, her fingers pressed on his lower abdomen like she was playing games and pressing the game skill keys.

He could even clearly feel that the order of Jian Rong's skill release was "qrweq" - Levlan's murderous combo, and he took the time to press the d key below to ignite.

Lu Baiyuan: “…”

Lu Baiyuan grabbed his wrist, moved his hand away, and sat up from the bed stiffly.

He heard Jian Rong laughing twice as if he was foolish and murmured: "Die for me..."

This situation is estimated to be able to win the S11 global championship in my dream soon.

Lu Baiyuan knew for the first time that someone could sleep like this. He used to live in a group dormitory with Xiaobai and the others, and the worst was snoring and grinding his teeth.

The heat source disappeared, Jian Rong subconsciously reached out to look for it, and as soon as he grabbed Lu Baiyuan's clothes, he was broken apart with one finger at a time.

Lu Baiyuan breathed a little deeper, and he turned on the bedside lamp, and the dim and weak light barely illuminated a corner of the room.

Jian Rong's top was messy, revealing her slender neck, a piece of her sank collarbone, and her five fingers on her left hand were spread flat on the place where Lu Baiyuan had just lying.

Half a minute later, Lu Baiyuan lowered his eyes and reached out to pinch Jian Rong's lips that had been thinking for almost a night.

...

Jian Rong was still immersed in her dream when she woke up.

He buried half of his face in the pillow, and slept on his stool in a large shape, almost covering the entire bed.

Jian Rong closed her eyes again and savored her dream just now—

He won the championship in his dream and picked up the car. The black Mercedes-Benz also transferred a big red envelope for him. After mocking the group of black guys in the live broadcast room, he took the red envelope money to sign up for the driving school. He was fighting with the driving school coach in the car and planning to solo...

What a good dream.

He closed his eyes and touched his cell phone on the bed for a while, then found it and then leaned in front of his face and clicked on it-

[Group Ding: Auntie has made porridge and there is soy milk in the refrigerator. You and Xiaolu wake up and eat it.]

After reading the message, Jian Rong was stunned for half a minute, then he stretched out his body, pulled open the quilt and looked inside - there was nothing except himself and the air.

Where is Lu Baiyuan?

Where is such a big Lu Baiyuan???

A crisp "Ding~" came from behind.

Jian Rong grabbed the quilt and turned around slowly.

Lu Baiyuan sat on the ground with his knees bent, his back against the wall, and his pillow was placed next to him casually. I don’t know how long he had been sitting.

Jianrong's room never put on thick blackout curtains. The sunlight at noon passed through the thin cloth curtains used for decoration, and warmly hit Lu Baiyuan.

After Lu Baiyuan replied to the news, he raised his eyes and met Jian Rong, who was shocked and helpless, sitting on the bed.

Jian Rong: "Why are you sitting on the ground?"

Lu Baiyuan asked back: "What do you think?"

The voice sounds like a night-long training match.

Jian Rong's eyes rolled for a long time: "...I've kicked you down?"

Lu Baiyuan looked at him but didn't respond.

Jian Rong thought she was right, so she closed her eyes and cursed in her heart: "My. As soon as I fell asleep, my feet didn't listen to my orders... Why didn't you wake me up?"

It’s not just the feet that don’t obey?

"It wasn't you who kicked it." Lu Baiyuan stood up, his legs were a little numb because he sat for a long time. He threw his phone into his pocket: "I got down to sleep by myself."

"Why?" Jian Rong asked: "I snore?"

"you……"

Now he can fool him by finding excuses like he is used to sleeping alone.

Lu Baiyuan paused for a while and said, "It's my hand."

Today's training match was in the afternoon, and Xiaobai slept until midnight before he woke up.

He yawned downstairs, saw clearly the situation on the sofa in the living room and stopped the yawn, and opened his mouth funnyly for a while before closing it.

He saw his brother sitting on the sofa watching the game video, looking lazy.

And their mid laner... sat cross-legged beside his brother, laying his hands for him. He lowered his head, and moved carefully and looked like a damn little wife at first glance.

"Where does it hurt?" Jian Rong stopped, grabbed Lu Baiyuan's hand, and said seriously: "Otherwise, go to the hospital, or call the doctor to the base, and I will pay the medical expenses and medical expenses."

Lu Baiyuan was about to say something, but someone pushed open the base gate.

As soon as Brother Ding entered the door, his eyes fell on Lu Baiyuan's hands.

Seeing the visitor, Lu Baiyuan said "tsk" lightly.

"It's okay to say it." Lu Baiyuan put away his hands: "Go to have breakfast."

Jian Rong said anxiously: "How could it be fine?! I'm so heavy, I'll suppress you all night..."

noob:"?"

Ding Ge: "????"

Lu Baiyuan was also stunned for a moment and suddenly asked, "How heavy are you now?"

"57 kilograms," Jian Rong said, afraid that he would not believe it, "I just called it the day before yesterday."

"What a heavier 57 kilogram?!" Xiaobai couldn't listen and sat on the sofa cursing: "I didn't even reach the standard weight and I yelled that I was heavy all day long, you were the green tea among men!!"

Jian Rong: "…………I’ll try pressing your hands?”

"Just try it!" Xiaobai lifted his sleeves: "I can lift you up with one hand!"

Jian Rong choked for a moment, remembering the fact that Xiaobai snatched two cannon cars in her dream last night, and said coldly: "Shut up, don't want to communicate with the gangster."

"?!" Xiaobai sneered and took out his cell phone: "I will contact the auxiliary protection association immediately. I want you, the little blue-haired person, to be ruined..."

Jian Rong and Xiaobai had a quarrel, and the other two woke up and went downstairs.

Pine sat next to Xiaobai playing with his cell phone with anger on his face, and Yuan Qian leaned straight onto the back of the chair.

"Where is the boss?" Yuan Qian asked.

Xiaobai said unconsciously: "It seems like I'm going back."

Brother Ding endured the words to question Lu Baiyuan and asked, "Why are you still sleepy when you get up so late?"

"I used to clean the video software last too long...I have uninstalled it." Yuan Qian rubbed his eyebrows, remembered something, turned to look at the side: "Didn't Xiaorong go to bed very late last night?"

Jian Rong said: "No."

He also thought he would have insomnia, but his body instinct defeated the excitement in his mind, and he would get sleepy when he got stuck in bed.

Yuan Qian: "But at around four o'clock, I still saw your bathroom lights on in the corridor."

Jian Rong: "?"

Yuan Qian recalled: "There is still the sound of water, I thought you were taking a shower..."

Lu Baiyuan said: "It's me."

Jian Rong looked at Lu Baiyuan blankly, why didn't he hear any movement?

Yuan Qian said blankly: "Why do you take a shower at four o'clock and aren't you afraid of catching a cold?"

Lu Baiyuan said concisely: "Wash your face."

What kind of face should I wash when I get up at four o'clock? Yuan Qian was even more puzzled and opened his mouth to ask.
To be continued...