Good luck: The fresh meat husband is so fierce

The air pressure in the training room dropped for a while.

This time, not only Zhao Qichen, but even the trio who had always obeyed the arrangement in the past, didn't look particularly good-looking.

"If my decision was wrong, why are you bringing it up now?"

Zhao Qichen has tried his best to control his emotions.

The old wolf with the mildest temper in the trio was the first to stand up this time.

"Captain, we can't keep up with your recent rhythm."

In the past few days, Zhao Qichen has been overloading his solo show with each game, and the problem of the players' lack of feedback on information has now been exposed.

After Lao Lang finished speaking, Zhao Qichen had already realized his problem.

"Didn't we come here in the elite competition?"

Zhao Qichen didn't want to admit that there was something wrong with his approach.

"That's right, but it doesn't mean that it can be adapted to the pre-match game—Captain, don't forget, you said that our goal is to be the champion. In the current state, I even feel that we are not playing the same game."

Ma Hou stood up, left this sentence, and walked out of the training room.

The atmosphere is more tense now.

"Captain, I feel that I am useless now. As an assault position, apart from reporting directions in the game, I basically have nothing else to do."

Xiaopang was not as excited as Mahou, but judging by his expression, he didn't say these words in a pleasant manner.

This statement really left Zhao Qichen speechless.

For so long, Zhao Qichen has been taking care of both sniping and assault tasks.

Although it has never been said on the table, it has long been a fact that the team is sticking to the rules.

Many times, Zhao Qichen would rather carry out tasks by himself than pass on instructions to his teammates.

He just thought it would be no trouble for everyone.

He completely forgot that what he was playing was a team competitive game.

Seeing that Zhao Qichen remained silent, Xiaopang sighed slightly.

With slightly heavy steps, he walked to his computer desk and pulled his gaming chair away.

Sitting on it, Xiaopang turned on the computer on his own.

The old wolf was left standing there at a loss.

He first looked at Xiaopang, and found that the other party had completely forgotten about himself, so he touched the back of his head embarrassingly:

"I'll go... I'll call the horse monkey back..."

After finishing speaking, he hurriedly ran out of the training room.

All the situations that are happening now are completely unexpected to Zhao Qichen before asking.

He thought that at most the team members had too much training before the game and the pressure was too high, so he wanted to do some psychological dredging for them and it would be over.

As a result, such a difficult situation emerged.

Was it his fault all along?
Zhao Qichen, who has always been steadfast, finally couldn't help but began to doubt himself.

……

When eating at noon, Lin Qiuran had already felt the weird atmosphere among the team members, but at that time she had been thinking about other things in her mind, so she didn't pay much attention to it.

I thought they were just in a hurry to go to the training room for training. After all, the atmosphere in the base has not been particularly high these days.

The real clue came when she had already finished her meal and returned to her room for a lunch break for more than an hour. She went downstairs to drink water to clear her mind and prepare to start working.

Zhao Qichen was leaning against the iron fence of the balcony, smoking a cigarette with his back facing Lin Qiuran.

In the smoke, Lin Qiuran couldn't even see his side face clearly.

But she knew that it had been a long time since she saw Zhao Qichen smoking alone with such a decadent appearance.

The last time was when I just came to the base and the team was facing the fate of falling apart...

Stepping forward lightly, Lin Qiuran patted Zhao Qichen on the back.

"what happened?"

Zhao Qichen's shoulders stiffened for a moment, but after seeing that it was Lin Qiuran, his back softened again.

Knowing that Lin Qiuran hated the smell of cigarettes, he extinguished the sparking cigarette butt.

"Zai Zai, what on earth..."

Before Lin Qiuran could finish his questioning, Zhao Qichen rested his head on Lin Qiuran's shoulder.

"Don't talk, Ran Ran, let me rest for a while."

Zhao Qichen's tone was mixed with powerlessness and anxiety.

Such him made Lin Qiuran feel unstoppable distress.

But at this time, I can only stay quietly and accompany him quietly.

The irritability and complicated emotions in Zhao Qichen's chest slowly subsided at this moment.

It seems that no matter how bad the mood is, as long as Lin Qiuran is by his side, these negative influences will be purified little by little.

Lin Qiuran stretched out her hand, caressing Zhao Qichen's back repeatedly.

Lin Qiuran suddenly felt that being with Zhao Qichen was really like raising a big dog.

It is the kind of big dog that is sometimes clingy, sometimes domineering, and sometimes even gets hurt.

like now.

Zhao Qichen acted like he was curling up and licking his wound.

Although he didn't know exactly what happened, just looking at Zhao Qichen's current performance, Lin Qiuran knew what was definitely going on in the team recently.

As the competition was approaching, Zhao Qichen's mood fluctuated as the captain, let alone those team members.

Which part is the problem?
Just as Lin Qiuran was thinking about this question over and over again, the day ended in the low air pressure of the base unknowingly.

Everyone acted as if nothing had happened, training, eating, bathing, and resting as usual.

No one is putting on the table what happened in the training room this morning.

But everyone knew in their hearts how festering the wound was under the covered scar.

……

the next day.

Lin Qiuran got up early in the morning, went into the bathroom and turned on the faucet, picked up the cold water and patted her face.

Lin Jiang's late autumn was supposed to come earlier, and the biting cold passed through Lin Qiuran's skin and directly penetrated into his heart.

After she was fully awake, Lin Qiuran stared at herself in the mirror for a long time.

The eyes were bloodshot, and the fundus was also black.

In order to find a way to adjust the atmosphere in the team last night, she suffered from insomnia until the early hours of the morning.

At this moment, she can no longer put all the pressure on Zhao Qichen alone.

Thinking about the habitual wake-up time of the team members, Lin Qiuran rarely prepared a hearty breakfast before that.

Xiaopang came out of the bathroom looking for the scent, and stared at the dining table for a long time.

"Sister Ran Ran, what did we eat in the morning? Why is it so delicious?"

Lin Qiuran was wrapped in an apron, and she brushed her hair back with a mysterious expression.

"I'll tell you later when everyone is here."

Fatty saw that Lin Qiuran was still playing tricks, and was even more curious.

Is today a special day?

Xiaopang smacked his lips, just smelling the smell, he couldn't help but look forward to it.