Chapter 529: The Same Feeling
The name of this team is still what Zhao Mengyao thinks, it has no deep meaning, it is purely to use this crying expression to sell cuteness.
At first, Lin Zeyu was desperately opposed, disgusted that the team name was too naΓ―ve, and in the end, he couldn't resist Zhao Mengyao, so he reluctantly agreed.
So the four big men in Zhao Mengyao's team all wore QAQ as an affix ID on their heads, which looked very funny.
This qualifier is a best-of-three system, and the strength of the opponent matched this time is average, Zhao Mengyao's team directly won two games in less than half an hour, winning the game and the opportunity to advance.
It is worth mentioning that Chu Yifan played very well in this competition, and controlled the opposite wild area from beginning to end, and he won so easily, which is also related to Chu Yifan's excellent performance.
After the game, the five of them chatted in the group, and most of the time they were chatting with Chu Yifan, asking him to teach him jungler experience. Wang Ziyu was helping to play a round to ease the atmosphere. Zhao Mengyao occasionally interjected a few jokes.
Lin Zeyu didn't say a word from beginning to end.
In the end, Zhao Mengyao yawned and said in the group: "I'll sleep first, you guys should rest early, good night." β
Except for Lin Zeyu, everyone said good night, Zhao Mengyao withdrew from the group voice and was about to go to wash, but received a voice invitation from Lin Zeyu.
After hesitating for a moment, Zhao Mengyao still picked it up.
"What's the matter?"
Lin Zeyu's voice sounded muffled: "It's nothing, I just want to talk to you." β
Zhao Mengyao yawned again, no way, I'm so tired today, after all, I filmed all day, and I soaked in water, and my voice was a little hoarse: "Why didn't you talk in the group just now?" β
"I just want to say something to you." Lin Zeyu deliberately let go of her gentle voice in Zhao Mengyao's ears, but she was indifferent and replied: "I'm sorry, I don't have a hobby of whispering. β
Lin Zeyu snorted coldly and said, "You are really like someone I know sometimes. Especially when it comes to rejecting me. β
"Oh."
"The voice is quite similar."
"......" Zhao Mengyao didn't even bother to perfunctory, her eyelids became heavier and heavier, and her breathing gradually slowed down.
Lin Zeyu didn't notice it, but said nervously and softly: "I liked her before, but now, I feel the same way about you." Hey, bake cold noodles, should we ...... Meet up? β
After Lin Zeyu confessed in a roundabout way, it was Zhao Mengyao's shallow breathing that responded to him.
Lin Zeyu didn't come up in one breath, he was almost choked to death by himself, and he didn't dare to wake her up too loudly, so he had to ask in a low voice: "Hey, bake cold noodles!" Are you asleep? β
Still no response.
In the end, Lin Zeyu was still reluctant to turn off the voice. Her breathing sounded good, like a kitten's paw tickling his heart.
During the period of the team competition, Lin Zeyu thought less and less about Zhao Mengyao, and his feelings for Zhao Mengyao in his heart were slowly transferred to this mysterious girl with superb game skills and a perverse personality.
This kind of vague feelings, Lin Zeyu was reluctant to admit it at first.
Until today, Zhao Mengyao only told Chu Yifan about his whereabouts, but refused to tell him, which made Lin Zeyu feel an unprecedented sense of crisis.
That's why he chose to confess today.