Good luck: The fresh meat husband is so fierce

"There are footsteps on the first floor, is there shouliudan?"

"Under me, you throw under me."

"OK."

Tomorrow is the knockout round. As soon as Lin Qiuran left the room, he could hear the voices from the training room, mixed with the sound of mouse and keyboard tapping, and he rubbed his hair in frustration.

Since the small meeting yesterday, these few people in the team have been playing games since last night, as if they haven't played a game for a long time.

"Horse monkey! How many times have I said, hurry up when licking supplies, what if someone suddenly comes out like you?"

"Yes, yes, I will try my best, I will try my best."

Hearing Wen Zhouxing's serious tone, Lin Qiuran smiled faintly, and looked at the time, and it was time for lunch.

Let them have a good rest after lunch, she thought.

"Direction 105, airdrop."

"Auspicious clothing, a third-level head, and a dog, do you want it?"

Mahou looked at several small icons on the map, and the yellow icon appeared near the airdrop.

"When did you go there?"

Maoyu changed into the auspicious suit and the third-level headgear neatly, and after a moment of hesitation, he replaced the rifle in his hand with a dog smash.

"I'm close, I drove here."

Wen Zhouxing frowned, crossed his hands in front of his chest, and said slowly: "Mao Yu, at least bring your teammates with you next time you chase the airdrop, and stop acting alone."

Mao Yu pursed his lips and nodded, while the others were all focused on the screen, not paying attention to this little episode.

When Lin Qiuran opened the door and came in, several people suddenly exclaimed, and the horse monkey clapped its hands, shouting that it's time to eat chicken.

Looking at the joyful faces of several people, Zhao Qichen sat silently by the side with a gratified smile on his face.

After such a long time, Lin Qiuran finally breathed a sigh of relief, she thought, Zhao Qichen had indeed come out.

At night, Lin Qiuran was sitting at the desk staring at the computer in a daze.

Although the current trend of public opinion has improved, Zhao Qichen has indeed lost a lot of fans because of this incident, and the data on Weibo has obviously dropped a few files.

Looking at some marketing accounts that had praised Zhao Qichen before, all saying that he was confused, Lin Qiuran rubbed his chin and fell into deep thought.

Intermittent knocks on the door broke her thoughts, subconsciously thinking it was Zhao Qichen, Lin Qiuran quickly closed the computer.

But on second thought, when did Zhao Qichen learn to knock when he entered her room?

The door of the room opened with a creak, and Wen Zhouxing stood in front of Lin Qiuran, wearing long trousers and long sleeves at home, his hair was not as neat as usual, and his bangs were lazily draped on his forehead.

"Can I go in?"

Lin Qiuran looked at him hesitantly, and after thinking about it, she stepped aside, praying in her heart that Zhao Qichen, that jealous person, would not seek her tonight.

When Wen Zhouxing walked into the room, he looked around first. He had never entered Lin Qiuran's room before, because he had ghosts in his heart before, but now that he knew the relationship between her and Zhao Qichen, he felt more upright.

Lin Qiuran closed the door and turned around, and saw Wen Zhouxing sitting on a chair, staring at him with strange eyes.

"What's up?"

Lin Qiuran was not like the people in that group of teams, no matter how Wen Zhouxing was their former captain, everyone was respectful, except for that old bastard Zhao Qichen.

Wen Zhouxing saw that Lin Qiuran was as indifferent to him as before, and he had long been used to it, and he was not in the mood to tease her at all, so he cut to the point when he opened his mouth.

"The matter of Zhao Qichen... I have been paying attention to the online reviews. Although this e-sports is based on strength, it still has some influence."

Unexpectedly, he and she wanted to go together, Lin Qiuran glanced at him, walked to the table, and opened the notebook casually.

Wen Zhouxing looked at the table on the screen, the data of Zhao Qichen's Weibo in recent days, the number of blogs posted by several well-known marketing accounts, the trend of public opinion in major forums, and even various data of official blogs, all of which are summarized here .

"This was sent to me by the public relations side. After Qichen apologized on Weibo, the reputation has improved, but there are still mixed opinions on various forums."

Wen Zhouxing looked at the computer screen and nodded, tapped his fingers on the desktop regularly, and said lightly: "What are you going to do? Public relations?"

Lin Qiuran frowned, it was really difficult to communicate with these nerds who only knew how to play games.

"It depends on the situation of tomorrow's game. The result of Qi Chen's game tomorrow will directly determine the direction of public opinion in the next few days."

Lin Qiuran paused, closed the computer and raised her eyebrows.

"After the game, I will arrange a live broadcast. You remember to do his ideological work well."

"Zhao Qichen's ideological work is most suitable for you to do."

Listening to Wen Zhouxing's words, Lin Qiuran did make some sense, so she shrugged disapprovingly.

"OK, let's go together."

Wen Zhouxing nodded, looking at Lin Qiuran, who was speaking an official accent with him, and the one he saw in Zhao Qichen's arms were completely two people.

"Let's rest early, and there will be a post-match replay afterward, and you will be very hard."

Wen Zhouxing let out a sigh of relief. It's not just their players who are tired from playing the game, but also the behind-the-scenes staff.

When I was a player, I didn't think so. I watched the coach train me every day, and I just felt that he was just taking money and not working.

Now that I'm really a coach, I realize that's not the case at all.

After talking about work, Wen Zhouxing couldn't hold back after all, and stopped suddenly when he reached the door.

"It can be seen that you like Zhao Qichen very much."

Lin Qiuran was taken aback by this nonsensical words, turned around and saw Wen Zhouxing's back was facing her, unable to see his expression clearly.

"Then I hope you can be really happy. If you don't like it anymore, I will always wait for you where you are."

After finishing speaking, Wen Zhouxing walked out of the room and closed the door firmly.

Not knowing whether it was because the door was closing too loudly, or because of Wen Zhouxing's words, Lin Qiuran froze for a while, not knowing what to say.

Was he confessing to himself just now?
After Lin Qiuran thought it over, she pursed her lips guiltyly, and turned her head to tidy up the table unconsciously. The way these men confessed really caught people off guard.

After a while, the door opened again. Lin Qiuran thought it was Wen Zhouxing who came in again, and turned her head in a panic.

The figure in front of him suddenly rushed in front of him, with one hand tightly around her waist, and the other hand lifted her chin.

"I just saw Wen Zhouxing come out of your room, what's going on? What did he tell you?"

Lin Qiuran pursed her lips and shook her head quickly, the words she had thought up were spinning rapidly.

"No, he just came to talk to me about work."

Zhao Qichen raised his eyebrows and looked at her with an expression of disbelief, but he simply averted his eyes, and when Lin Qiuran turned over without paying attention, he pushed her on the bed.

"From now on, no one is allowed to enter your room except me!"