Surprisingly, Amy actually won this League of Legends ranking match using her feet.

Just sitting in a sunbathing position and drinking blueberry juice, I actually won.

The victory was a clean one, without any sloppiness. The opponent was beaten to the point where all three lines collapsed and they surrendered in 20 minutes.

This is a qualifying match for the bronze group. The overall strength of the enemy team is indeed not as good as here. After all, there are only a few red scarf masters like "Zhebie is SB" who encounter by chance.

But the main reason why she was able to win effortlessly was because Amy was not used to using her feet. Her hero wandered around the main base for 10 minutes, but did not wander out.

It helped a lot. I didn’t come to the front line to cause trouble for 10 minutes. In the early stage of the game, I stayed in the main base and was not afraid of enemy sneak attacks. I didn’t need to be distracted to protect Amy, Winnie, Fan Chuan and the other two team members. I was in high spirits and had no worries 4 Hit 5, chopping melons and vegetables and you will win.

"Brothers, you are deliberately opening a trumpet account to abuse people."

The opponent's swordsman, who was so killed by Fan Chuan that he couldn't hold his head up, asked helplessly at the 18th minute.

I recently learned that in League of Legends, you can also talk to the enemy during a game. You just need to adjust the speech option to "To Everyone" in the dialog box.

Winnie's and his others' trumpets are all in the diamond group, and Ren Peng has even entered the "Strongest King" level. This group of people come to the bronze group to play trumpets, and they are indeed suspected of being abusive.

However, since Amy is the fifth person, everyone is usually too tired to run around and vomit blood. They reserve displacement skills such as "flash" for Amy to block the gun. The situation is weird, just like East Evil, West Poison, and Nan Di. , Beibei, in order to protect Sister Lin who accidentally entered the enemy's camp, he was clumsy and could not even use 10% of his own strength.

The most terrible thing is that this sister Lin refuses to behave obediently like Xizi holding her heart. Instead, she is very naughty, picking up anything on hand and throwing it at the enemy. Sometimes the opponent is the Seven Jiangnan Monsters, and the result is forgetful. Even if it was Wang Chongyang, he would still be able to throw it away.

Like today, it has never been possible to quickly gain an advantage and win without having to protect Amy who is running around the map in the early stages of the game. Pooh was almost moved to tears.

"It doesn't seem too difficult." Fan Chuan, who was seconded from the second team to the first team, discussed in a low voice with his teammates.

This was his first time participating in the qualifying match led by Amy, and he had not experienced a test more cruel than hell like other members of the first team.

"Thank you, Miss Amy, for not coming out of the base 10 minutes ago." A high school player with a pony-like face said with some fear, "Otherwise, she would have chosen Teemo, the swift scout, to ensure that Teemo doesn't If we are killed, we will be tired and vomit blood again."

"Tell me, why did it take Miss Amy so long to come to the front line? Didn't she rush to the front a few times in the past?"

"Tch, you mind the boss's business and be content with what you get. Miss Amy was probably eating in the throne room, so she didn't come out of the base in the first 10 minutes."

Only I knew that Amy was familiarizing herself with the use of the trackball during those 10 minutes.

To be precise, I am getting familiar with how to operate the trackball with my feet.

People often use "dexterity" to praise girls for their intelligence. Amy has never done any manual work, so I didn't find her hands to be particularly dexterous, but her little feet are really dozens of times more flexible than mine.

In just 10 minutes of running-in, she was able to control Teemo's movement with her toes, and even planted Teemo's mushrooms in the grass. With my thick and clumsy toes, even if I practice for a lifetime, I can't get the same feet as Amy. Flexibility.

Amy's ability to operate the trackball with her feet is probably not far from that of someone who touches a mouse with their hands for the first time.

"Hey, my feet are more flexible than I thought." Amy said proudly, "If this keeps up, I will be able to sign autographs for fans with my feet in the future. Those lowly lolicons are not worthy of my handwritten signatures. …”

"You are not allowed to use your feet to sign autographs for others." I stopped him with the dignity of a brother, "Did you know that there is a kind of person who particularly likes girls' feet, which is called 'foot control'. If you use your feet to sign autographs for fans, no matter what Whether you sign on the spot or not, it will make them YY you more enthusiastically."

Hearing what I said, Amy took her feet away from the trackball, stepped on the edge of the computer desk with both feet, connected her body to the seat beneath her, and rotated 45 degrees toward me, so that the soles of her feet were facing me. .

"Damn it, valet, give me a foot massage. I'm exhausted from playing a game."

Without my consent, Bai Shengsheng put his little feet on my legs.

The computer desk and computer chair are both warm white, but they are not as white as Amy's skin. Even if you look at Amy's calves from a close distance, you still can't find any flaws that a mortal should have, just like white porcelain just out of the kiln. , warm and smooth, with a comfortable temperature.

It's not a big deal for a creature like this to control my sister, so that my sister can go through fire and water, pinch her feet and so on. I had no reason to refuse.

But today is a special situation. Amy is only wearing a black translucent suspender nightgown, and she seems not to be wearing any underwear underneath. If I were to pinch her soles, I might be able to see her because of the angle. It's something my brother shouldn't see, and I can't take that risk.

So I made Amy's feet form a 90-degree angle with my thighs and pressed them on top. In this way, I could focus on the foot massage itself and avoid discovering the truth under my sister's skirt.

However, with this relative position, I could only massage Amy's soles with one hand, which made Amy quite dissatisfied.

"Hey, why are your techniques not as good as those of a body sculptor? If so, what use do you have?"

"Nonsense, if a professional masseur is not as good as me, shouldn't she be laid off?"

Unknowingly, the subordinates increased their strength out of anger, and ended up hurting my sister.

"Ah, please be gentle, you are trying so hard to kill me."

"How weak are you that you can be killed by a foot massage?"

Midway through, Amy asked me to pass a drink over again, and took this opportunity to issue temporary standby instructions to the team members in the activity room.

As I gradually mastered the appropriate massage intensity, Amy's eyes narrowed like a Persian cat feeling comfortable.

When I massaged Amy's right foot, the five fingers of her left foot curled up playfully, as if making a waving gesture to me.

"Damn the manservant, actually you are also a foot-controller."

Amy was lying on the throne, holding her cheek with one arm, and asked me narrowly. At the same time, her pair of jade feet exchanged positions with each other, but still overlapped on my thigh.

"The throne room is very soundproof, right?" I saw Pooh and others outside the magic glass. No one noticed the movement inside and they were moving around freely. Pooh also did some radio gymnastics.

"Since the outside world can't hear what we say, you should call me brother."

Although the throne room is not big, there is a door leading to a dedicated bathroom facility behind us. Of course, Amy cannot share the bathroom with other team members. The throne room is a unique and self-sufficient place, and even the air conditioning is independent.

"Hmph, as long as you dare to answer my questions directly, it's not impossible for me to call you brother."

Amy used her free hand to play with the golden ponytail on the same side of her body, letting the sunshine-like hair flow out of her palm.

"Brother, you are a foot control, right?"

"Nonsense, nonsense." I looked a little annoyed and stopped massaging Amy's feet. "Feet are tools for walking. Is there anything I particularly like about them?"

"Really." Amy chuckled noncommittally, and then raised one foot brazenly, raising it to a height that almost touched my chin.

"Don't you want to lick it?"

"Do you talk to your brother like this?" My eyes widened like litchis, and my scolding tone was very obvious.

But Amy smiled even more cheerfully, and said to me with a bit of excitement: "Did I forget to call you brother, and that's why you got angry? Then I'll correct it."

After clearing her throat, Amy asked me seriously:

"Brother, don't you want to lick my feet?"

"Hey, brother, do you think I'm a pervert? Why do you think I'm a foot-controller? Even if I'm a foot-controller, I don't necessarily like to lick girls' feet."

"Brother has seen my breasts." Amy suddenly said something very unexpectedly.

"What, don't talk nonsense, when did I see your breasts?"

"Wow, I don't remember." Amy said slightly, "When you were protecting me on the pedestrian street and you were hit under a dead tree, didn't I expose my breasts to you? How dare you say that you Didn’t see it.”

Ah, I almost forgot about this. At that time, Amy mistakenly thought that I was seriously injured and might die soon, so she showed me a little of the pink bud on her chest and promised me to "kiss it if I survive." ", trying to ignite my desire for life.

Although it was raining heavily at the time and I deliberately avoided looking, strictly speaking, I still saw it.

"Well...you didn't know that I was your brother at that time. This whole thing was just a misunderstanding..."

"Stop making excuses." Amy said aggressively, "Anyway, you saw my sister's breasts, and I don't know our relationship. It's also your fault for keeping it a secret from me. So even if you have planned it for a long time, just to see I went to great lengths to get my sister's breasts, and finally got what I wanted...it's not an exaggeration."

"Who started the 'battle to see my sister's breasts'? I almost lost my life at that time, okay? Are you being unreasonable?"

While I retorted, I grabbed Amy's little ankle that was stretched out near my chin. The delicate feeling of holding it was quite dreamy, as if I was holding something that did not belong to this world.

After being caught by me, Amy did not admit defeat and even bent her toes as if she wanted to scratch my face.

"Humph, I just said those two words in the elevator, and you called me obscene. Do you, a obscene brother who has seen his sister's breasts, really have the right to say that to me?"

"I'm trying to make excuses, but no matter what, I will never do anything inconsistent with the relationship between brother and sister. Just give up on this."
Chapter completed!