Wen Ning fell from the second floor.

"hiss……"

"Unlucky, unlucky."

He reached out and rubbed his butt, and the pain that came back from here made him grin uncontrollably.

"etc!"

Wen Ning stretched out his hands, put them in front of his eyes, and shook them vigorously.

For a moment, those young eyes were filled with incredulity.

"My hand is actually healed!"

The fingers have all senses and can move freely, and can even perform "difficult actions" such as grabbing the butt, which makes Wen Ning ecstatic.

The intense excitement only lasted for about ten seconds, and the joy on Wen Ning's face quickly disappeared.

"Damn it, it's just another dream."

"Meng, Meng, you are always so naughty."

"If my hand can be healed, the attending physician will win a Nobel Prize."

"Aning!"

A woman upstairs stuck her head out of the window and called to him.

Wen Ning turned around with a wry smile on his face: "Good guy, there are extras in the dream this time!"

Rub rub rub rub!

A woman ran down the stairs, wearing a pair of slippers with bear bubbles.

He grabbed Wen Ning's arm and asked, "Where's the injury?"

She saw dust on Wen Ning's butt and reached out to sweep it away.

Wen Ning stopped him with great force.

Even in a dream, the feeling of being able to use both hands is very fascinating.

Wen Ning never gives up an opportunity.

Wen Ning said fiercely: "Woman, you are playing with fire."

Dark shadows are coming.

Although Wen Ning's reaction was world-class, he was still slapped across the face.

A real slap even carries an unrealistic and inexplicable fragrance.

The woman continued to type, crying while saying, "Someone is coming, someone is coming quickly, my brother is possessed by an evil spirit!"

The world suddenly became noisy.

Wen Ning had only one thought before he fell into coma:

"Oh my god! Has the level of reaction deteriorated so much? Even in my dream, couldn't I avoid that slap just now? Damn it."

…………

Two swallows sing in the green willow.

Wen Ning opened his eyes and looked out the window.

Spring is coming.

A familiar voice came from my ears:

"Hey, old friends, we meet again! Welcome to the fourth week of the 2O17 League of Legends Professional League Spring Split. The failure of S6 is a thing of the past, and the journey of the dragon-slaying boys continues..."

It's the voice of a doll.

I'm very good at controlling this kind of situation.

But all this has nothing to do with me.

To me, they are just villains installed in the computer, so pitiful.

Wen Ning smiled bitterly and turned his head to the side.

Then I saw a woman holding a white pillow and watching the game on her mobile phone.

It's the murderer who plays with fire!

"you……"

Wen Ning opened his mouth and found that there was a Sahara hidden in his throat.

The woman turned around and looked: "What are you? If such a big man can fall out of the window, it's really you, Wen Ning."

"I..." continued to fight against the desert.

"What am I, my sister, because I want to take care of you, I didn't even go to see the LPL live today. The tickets I bought were cheaper than Song Qingru's!"

The woman put away her cell phone, helped Wen Ning up, and then placed the white pillow behind her brother.

Pour a cup of hot water and hand it to Wen Ning.

He warned: "Drink more hot water."

Wen Ning was like a piece of sand sculpture that was picked up and instantly shattered in the wind and rain.

A series of inexplicable memories came to my mind.

Intertwined rotation.

Wen Ning patted his head and frowned heavily.

When my sister saw it, she quickly said: "What's wrong? Did you hurt your head?"

After that, call the doctor.

Wen Ning grabbed the corner of his clothes and stopped him.

Wen Ning tried his best to stick out his tongue, licked his dry lips, and asked tentatively: "Are you Wen He?"

The sister on the side was stunned, as if she had been struck by lightning.

He quickly rushed out of the room.

Soon her anxious shouts were heard in the corridor.

"Doctor, come here quickly, the test was wrong and your head was hurt!"

"Oh~"

Wen Ning was lying on the white pillow, and the feeling of his waist being held up by something soft gave him an indescribable sense of comfort.

He figured it out.

It's not a dream, it's a soul piercing!

This is a younger body with the same name as him.

After losing her parents in her early years, it was this sister named Wen He who raised Wen Ning.

A childhood without father's love and mother's love made Wen Ning easily become a withdrawn boy who only hid at home and played games.

"Healthy, young, white and beautiful hands."

Wen Ning burst into tears.

Almost any word of praise can be used.

In his previous life, he loved League of Legends and was once a professional player chasing his dreams.

However, a sudden illness in his hand left him with no feeling or control, forcing him to reluctantly leave the arena he loved.

Go behind the scenes.

Became a tactical analyst for a certain LPL team.

But no matter how strong the team he led was, and no matter how many championships he won, Wen Ning was never truly happy.

Arena, lights, stage, honor.

This is Wen Ning's dream.

"I have longed for a pair of normal hands for a long time."

Wen Ning moved his hands again, with a satisfied smile on his face.

Outside the room door.

Wen He took the doctor to observe secretly through the crack in the door.

The two looked at each other.

Wen He looked nervous: "Doctor, is there any hope?"
Chapter completed!