Good luck: The fresh meat husband is so fierce

Lin Qiuran was also a little irritable because of the revealing of her true feelings with Zhao Qichen.

She didn't know if it was right for her to do so, and she didn't know what it was that she was suppressing.

After taking a shower, her hair was only half dry, so she walked out of the living room to the balcony with bare feet.

The breeze blowing on her skin rarely relaxed her spirit, and before she knew it, she fell into a deep sleep.

So much so that she seemed to be picked up later, and she seemed to be bitten by someone, but she didn't wake up...

After a long sleep without a dream, Lin Qiuran straightened her back from the bed and stretched.

Then I felt strange after knowing it.

I obviously slept on the balcony last night, why did I return to my bedroom when I opened my eyes?Could it be that he sleepwalked back to his room?

Also, what's the matter with the faint pain on my lips?

Tilting her head in doubt, the only thing she could think of was Zhao Qichen.

After tidying up and going downstairs, I saw Zhao Qichen with a sleepy expression and a toothbrush still in his mouth.

Stepping forward, Lin Qiuran said lightly:
"Did you send me back to my room last night?"

Zhao Qichen didn't stop brushing his teeth mechanically. After a while, he rinsed his mouth and let out his throat lightly.

"Don't wear that kind of clothes next time."

After finishing speaking, she brushed shoulders away from Lin Qiuran without any pause.

Lin Qiuran raised her eyebrows, not knowing what he meant.

But when he said that, he basically defaulted to sending him back to his room.

He was right to bite his own lips.

In the following day, Lin Qiuran wanted to confront him several times, but was interrupted by his lukewarm attitude.

Even the trio who reactivated at dinner found a strange emotion between the two.

"What's the matter, this is, after talking about it in the study room, there was a contradiction in the story?"

Xiaopang didn't have the slightest vision to point it out directly.

The already awkward atmosphere was even more weird now.

The horse monkey couldn't help but stepped on Xiaopang under the dining table.

"Food can't stop your mouth..."

Lin Qiuran also knew that the atmosphere was awkward now, so she could only twitch the corners of her lips even more embarrassingly.

Zhao Qichen didn't seem to hear the conversation of the few people. After eating, he threw the rice bowl into the kitchen sink, and walked back to his bedroom expressionlessly past the dining table.

"Sister Ran Ran, what happened to you and the captain...?"

As soon as Zhao Qichen left, Ma Hou couldn't help asking.

The old wolf and Xiaopang both nodded in agreement and looked at themselves inquiringly.

Lin Qiuran shook her head, even she didn't know why.

"Did I do something wrong?"

Lin Qiuran shrugged, feeling a little helpless.

"Sister Ran Ran, don't worry, the boss will definitely not be able to catch up with you, and you will be discouraged... I'm sorry, we didn't educate him well and caused you trouble..."

Xiaopang apologized to Lin Qiuran solemnly, and started to say hello crazily when he saw the opportunity.

Lin Qiuran didn't speak, but gently put down the chopsticks, gave the trio a few words, and returned to the bedroom absent-mindedly.

The trio looked at each other in blank dismay, all feeling confused about their behavior.

Yesterday at the dinner table, their captain was still expressive, worried that he might have offended Lin Qiuran.

In just one night, what happened could turn the plot completely upside down.

The horse monkey groaned for a moment, and kept his mind a little.

Lin Qiuran returned to the room, sat on the dressing table and stared blankly at the mirror in front of her.

There is still a little bit of Qingdai under the eyelids. Although I slept soundly last night, it was still too short after all.

Before she could get distracted, she changed into a smart outfit, carried the materials and headed for the study.

About one and a half months later, there will be a medium-scale chicken eating competition in China. Although it is not an official competition, the attention and topic are relatively high.

The most important thing is that Mars, another team with high attention, also signed up for this competition.

However, for an event of this level, Mars should only send youth trainees from their own club, not a full-fledged team.

But what SOD needs most now is attention, so it doesn't care what the lineup of Mars is.

Lin Qiuran's idea is that SOD must win the championship in this competition, win the topic and regain sufficient sponsorship.

In today's e-sports circle, how many people are waiting to see SOD's jokes, and whether it can break SOD's "Epiphyllum Theory" for the first time depends on this turnaround.

After submitting the team registration information, and then uploading the basic information of the players, Lin Qiuran's eyes under the frame were focused and determined.

Not bad, at least you can find a direction to work hard.

Taking off her glasses, Lin Qiuran rubbed her sore eyes.

Thinking of Zhao Qichen next door who suddenly changed his expression for some reason, Lin Qiuran felt helpless.

If you want the team to achieve results, you must not affect his emotions at this juncture.

She also wants to go to battle in person to find out what happened to this great Buddha.

"Deng deng deng..."

Zhao Qichen was listening to music with headphones plugged in in the room, his brain was empty and his eyes were closed, when there was a sudden knock on the door.

Taking off an earphone, Zhao Qichen walked up and gently opened the door.

Lin Qiuran held a stack of documents, smiled and said softly:
"Can I go in?"

Zhao Qichen was suspicious, wondering what Lin Qiuran was looking for at this time, but he couldn't find a reason to refuse, so he let her in after letting him in.

Lin Qiuran glanced around. The design of each bedroom in the apartment was thought through by her. She originally thought the room would be a little messy, but when she walked in, it was surprisingly clean.

"What's the matter with you?"

Zhao Qichen deliberately changed his tone to the most unfamiliar one, standing where he was and asking Lin Qiuran.

"There are two things to say, you pass me a bench."

So, the two sat side by side in a very strange posture.

Lin Qiuran put in front of Zhao Qichen the competition registration form and the competition precautions that he had just printed in his hand.

"This is a domestic competition in the near future. I think you should know that I have signed up for you. So in the next time, you have to help the players with systematic training-this is what I found for you to participate in this competition The data of other teams, this time, no failure is allowed."

"that's it?"

Zhao Qichen obviously listened absent-mindedly, looking at the framed information in black and white in front of him, he couldn't calm down.

He was really not like this before, no matter how emotional he was, as long as the game was mentioned, he could immediately leave everything behind.

But now, he couldn't do it anymore. Seeing Lin Qiuran sitting in front of him as if nothing had happened, talking with him about serious matters, his heart felt agitated.