Good luck: The fresh meat husband is so fierce

Zhao Qichen didn't sleep well at night due to the conversation the day before, but fortunately he didn't have to compete. When Wen Zhouxing came to call him, it took a while before he woke up.

Yu Xintian specifically asked them to go to bed early yesterday, so although everyone was reluctant to wake up early today, they seemed to be in good spirits.

It was not the first time to come to the arena as a team member. Zhao Qi thought it was quite interesting. After preparing coffee and breakfast for the members, the group got into the car in a hurry.

This is Zhao Qichen's first appearance in front of the public after retiring. The reporters who heard the news in advance waited at the entrance of the venue early in the morning, waiting for the SOD to come to make a big news.

Sure enough, as soon as SOD's nanny car arrived at the door, a group of reporters gathered around, holding microphones and cameras. The members hadn't seen this scene for a long time, and they could imagine the purpose of these reporters.

Wen Zhouxing and Yu Xintian looked at each other and got out of the car first, then escorted the members, and finally let Zhao Qichen get down.

Sure enough, as soon as the reporter saw Zhao Qichen, he went crazy and squeezed hard against him, wanting to stuff the microphone into his mouth.

"Sunshine, may I ask what capacity you are participating in the World League this time?"

"It is rumored on the Internet that you are about to come back and are already doing rehabilitation. Can you tell everyone?"

The reporters were very loud, and they all went to Zhao Qichen's place one by one, and the members quickly squeezed out from the crowd.

Mao Yu turned back to look at the group of reporters, weighed his feet worriedly, and tried his best to look into the crowd, but he could no longer see Zhao Qichen's shadow. He was very worried about Zhao Qichen's injury, and it would be terrible if something went wrong.

The old wolf looked back at him, sighed silently, and stretched out his hand to pull him over.

"Boss is doing this for us, let's go quickly so that he can get away."

Mao Yu pursed his lips, looked back worriedly, and then let several people pull him away.

On Zhao Qichen's side, the reporters were still pushing up desperately, Wen Zhouxing was okay, Yu Xintian was a girl after all, and was pushed around by several strong men, Zhao Qichen couldn't bear it, and stretched out his hands to protect him.

But Yu Xintian was still thinking about the injury on his wrist, moved his body slightly, and tightly protected him behind him.

Suddenly, a reporter didn't know where he heard the news, and he put his mobile phone on Zhao Qichen's wrist, wanting to take pictures of his injuries, Wen Zhouxing seemed to be unable to bear it anymore, and pushed him violently.

"what are you doing?!"

The male reporter was taken aback, and the flashing lights around him were still flashing, but he dared not step forward even after being questioned and yelled at. Taking this opportunity, several security guards squeezed into the crowd and escorted the two together with Wen Zhouxing. People come out.

After returning to the backstage, the three of them were already in a bit of a panic. Zhao Qichen straightened his clothes, and a small piece of bandage was exposed on his wrist from time to time. The few people who saw it were shocked and began to care about his injury.

"How is it? Did they squeeze you? I said you don't want to come, but you still want to come. Now it's all right. If you don't help, you will add trouble."

Yu Xintian was always able to speak very harsh words about caring for others, and Zhao Qichen got used to it, so he joked around.

"Who said that? You see, my appearance has attracted all the attention. No matter who wins the championship today, it will definitely not be able to grab my headlines."

Seeing that he still looks like a stinky fart, Ma Hou felt relieved when he knew he was fine.

After the two talked for a while, Zhao Qichen suddenly remembered something, walked to Wen Zhouxing, and patted his shoulder with the other hand.

"Anyway, thank you, thanks to you, otherwise I would have to send my hand back to the hospital."

Wen Zhouxing looked at him helplessly, and rolled his eyes: "Yes, you are fine, I may be on the headlines, don't tell me, my headlines might be ahead of you."

Several people laughed out loud when they heard this.

Mao Yu was called away after a while. The captain needed interviews and VCR recordings. The members had already recorded them before.

Before leaving, he hesitated for a moment, stepped forward and hugged Zhao Qichen, and carefully avoided the location of his wound. The others were taken aback for a moment, and then began to coax him.

"Captain, don't worry, I will take the team back to our honor, and I will definitely not let you suffer losses."

Zhao Qichen hadn't reacted at first, but after listening to his words, he suddenly realized that this silly boy was still seriously thinking about what they said about the team's funds earlier, so he simply followed his thoughts, patted him on the back, and said what he meant Right words.

"Okay, although I can't play, I will watch from the background, you guys have to work hard."

Mao Yu nodded heavily, let go of the hug, turned around and left without looking back, Zhao Qichen looked at his back and couldn't help but smile.

For so long, always like a child.

Members enter the arena, there are players from all over the world in the World League, and nearly a hundred teams from Asia and Europe gather together, which can be called an annual event in the e-sports circle.

Except for the SOD championship before, the Asian team has never won the world championship once, so Zhao Qichen has also become a legend in this circle, and his reappearance has attracted the attention of many people.

When the SOD team entered the arena, everyone was looking forward to it. The barrage had already begun to scramble slogans, and the teams that had been dominated by the SOD forces before also looked up at the screen.

"The next entry is the SOD team, which is also the only team in Asia that has won the world championship."

"Furthermore, there was news from the frontline just now. The former SOD captain Sunshine also came to the game site. Is he here for the game? If Sunshine returns to the team, will he achieve the glory he achieved two years ago? Everyone must be looking forward to it!"

"Okay, now the SOD members enter the arena, followed by the current captain Mao Yu, Ma Hou, Lao Lang, and Xiaopang..."

The commentator was obviously a little disappointed. After the four entered the arena, there was a small sigh of relief in the arena, but the players were all relieved.

Horse monkey and Xiaopang have long been used to this feeling, and they are not discouraged. They put their shoulders together and greeted each other. Maoyu admires his captain very much, and he is too happy to see their reactions. The old wolf regards these as dung and dismisses them.

Backstage, Zhao Qichen was having a good time eating nuts, and couldn't help laughing when he saw the live broadcast.

"It's been a few years. I didn't expect these cowards to still be like this. Hey, look at this guy in yellow clothes. I killed three times in a row in the individual competition. I heard that he almost retired after the game. Now he is still this guy. The expression is so interesting."

Wen Zhouxing turned his head and looked at this man chewing nuts and sneered, and silently rolled his eyes, thinking that he really should not be brought here, I am afraid that his ears will not be clean.