When an Alpha is Marked by One of His Own Kind

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Shen Qiao looked at Lu Zhe blankly, just as he was about to answer, a faint sentence came from beside him:

“If you win a practice match, you want to take advantage of your teammates. Do you still want to go to heaven after the official matches?”

The two looked back, and coach Fang, who had been forgotten for a long time, was looking at Lu Zhe condescendingly with his arms around his chest, his face indifferent.

Lu Zhe’s smile froze, and then he asked helplessly: “Coach, isn’t it okay to eavesdrop on the players’ privacy?”

A professional smirk hung on Coach Fang’s face: “…I’m really sorry to stand here, but rather than being curious about your mate choice, I want to talk to you about the operation of sending a blood just now.”

Lu Zhe: “…”

He exhaled a long breath, and fell into his chair as if giving up, his handsome face was full of peace: “Let’s talk, my heart is dead anyway.”

Shen Qiao turned his head and looked at his computer screen. He heard Lu Zhe being pulled by the coach to resume the operation of the practice game just now. The corners of his lips rose slightly and quickly leveled.

…

After being pulled one by one by Professor Fang, everyone in DG looked badly injured.

Only when they think that WTG may be worse than them now, can a few people feel a little comforted.

Qian Bao slumped weakly in his chair, groping out his mobile phone and wanting to order takeaway. He thought of Zhou’s babbled mouth and hesitated for a while. He didn’t know what he thought of, and suddenly turned his head to look at Lu Zhe, flattering. The voice asked:

“Captain, do you feel a little hungry?”

Lu Zhe knew what her calculations were.

It’s not good to order takeout, but it’s okay to go out for a supper.

He didn’t rush to answer, just curled his fingers and tapped twice on Shen Qiao’s table next to him: “Boom.”

Shen Qiao opened the earphones and was playing minesweeper to relax. His attention was still on his computer screen, but his ears moved slightly, indicating that he would just say something.

The white ears moved and moved, and there was an inexplicable sense of cuteness.

Lu Zhe remembered that when he finished the game in the afternoon, Shen Qiao himself rubbed his ears red, like red and bright wild berries growing on the cliffs of the mountains, as if just a little harder pinch can produce freshness. The colored juice comes.

Shen Qiao was about to light a flag to mark landmines, and suddenly felt that the earlobe was gently scratched, causing a slight itching.

The index finger he placed on the mouse has been pressed down, and he was disturbed by this action, and almost forgot which grid he wanted to press, so he moved the mouse first, and the slightly raised corner of his eye was slightly impatiently turned to the side. Stare fiercely—

“What are you doing?”

There is a threat in Shen Qiao’s protracted tone, it seems that if Lu Zhe can’t tell a serious thing, he will never easily get around it.

Lu Zhe’s voice is filled with a relaxed smile, giving people the illusion of tolerance and petting: “Are you hungry? Take you out for supper.”

Shen Qiao didn’t go around easily, “Why are you touching my ears for supper?”