Good luck: The fresh meat husband is so fierce

As night fell, the shadows of trees danced around the villa, and there were faint sounds of insects chirping.

On the balcony, Lin Qiuran was leaning against the iron railing with a can of herbal tea in his hand.

Zhao Qichen pushed open the sliding door connecting the balcony and the living room, holding Lin Qiuran's same type of herbal tea in his hand, and walked slowly towards her.

"What are you thinking about?"

Seeing Lin Qiuran's absent-minded look, Zhao Qichen asked aloud.

"No... come out to blow the air to sober up."

Lin Qiuran actually only took a few sips of red wine in the self-service shop, so he was not drunk at all.

"Is there something on your mind?"

In fact, since Lin Qiuran offered to take them out for dinner today, Zhao Qichen noticed something strange about her.

"Ran Ran, what's on your mind, let me know."

Zhao Qichen stepped forward, stretched out his hand to hold Lin Qiuran's shoulder, and looked at her fixedly.

Lin Qiuran brushed the broken hair on her forehead, not knowing how to express her current mood.

Seeing that the official competition is one week away, Lin Qiuran is even more nervous than the team members.

Although the scale of this competition is not big, it is not small.

Small is not enough for Mars, the champion team of last year's PUBG National Competition, to send a full body, but big and big, it is such a medium-sized event, they can't afford to lose.

Thousands of eyes from fans and outside media are staring at SOD, maybe they still have expectations, but most of them are ready to see their jokes.

Lin Qiuran has been in the mall for so many years, not because she never loses, but because she is never afraid of losing.

If she falls down, she can get up and face it with a stronger posture. Failure will only make her stronger and stronger.

And this seemingly immature e-sports team SOD, no.

Meiyu's patience with this team is already running out, let alone Lin Qiuran now.

It is difficult to move forward and besieged on all sides.

It is also because of this kind of reason, which is more or less out of oneself, that the burden in Lin Qiuran's heart is even heavier.

She can see the love of everyone in the team.

Although if one game is lost, there will be another game, and if the contestants lose, they can get up and fight again.But the players can't live forever just relying on love. There is no doubt that material things are indispensable.

If SOD can win the championship as they wish in this competition, it can only be said that it has barely made a good start.

If unfortunately the results are mediocre or a complete defeat, then this battle, without exaggeration, should be beyond redemption.

There are no more resources to give this team more time to grow, they can only do their best to deal with the enemy with the strongest posture.

And that worst end is what Lin Qiuran is least willing to see.

Lin Qiuran, who has never been afraid of failure, felt the fear of failure for the first time.

Even though the stone in her heart was as heavy as a thousand catties, Lin Qiuran had to raise her head and told Zhao Qichen with a smile:
"I am fine."

Zhao Qichen's eyes flicked around Lin Qiuran's body, and he didn't believe a word she said.

"Are you... thinking about the game in a week's time?"

Zhao Qichen remained motionless, staring straight at Lin Qiuran.

"It's getting late, it's time to rest."

"Do you think you can hide it from me? Do you have no confidence in us?"

Zhao Qichen's voice suddenly became agitated, and he grabbed Lin Qiuran's sleeve to prevent her from avoiding it.

The horse monkey who hadn't fully sobered up was lying on the sofa with the little fat old wolf watching a movie when he suddenly heard a sound from the balcony.

"Keep your voice down, they're still in the living room..." Lin Qiuran shook off Zhao Qichen's big hand, and while poking out his head to see if the people in the living room noticed anything, he lowered his voice and said to Zhao Qichen.

"You're just thinking about not putting pressure on us, what about your own?"

"It's not that I don't believe you, I just think it's really unfair to judge you by just looking at the results of this competition..."

Lin Qiuran lowered her head, unable to see the expression on her face clearly.

"Winners and losers, this is a truth that has not changed for thousands of years. In e-sports, food is the original sin. If our results have been unsatisfactory, we are not qualified to continue. There is no such thing as fair or not."

Zhao Qichen's tone was firm, with determination in his eyes.

"We will prove ourselves."

After leaving these words, Zhao Qichen turned around, walked straight upstairs through the living room.

Seeing Zhao Qichen's leaving back, Lin Qiuran hesitated to speak.

Did I dampen his confidence...

With slightly heavy steps, Lin Qiuran walked into the living room.

Several people stared at her solemnly.

Lin Qiuran knew that they should have heard the conversation between himself and Zhao Qichen just now.

"I didn't mean to question your abilities, I just..."

"Sister Ran Ran, you don't need to say more, we all know it."

Mahou propped up his head, which was a little heavy from alcohol, and smiled at Lin Qiuran.

"Yeah, sister Ran Ran is a manager of our team. It's a waste of money... But fortunately, our SOD is a blue-chip stock, and we will definitely not let you down."

Xiaopang patted his chest, always optimistic.

"The big deal... the big deal is to suppress our wages and support the club more."

The old wolf said with a determined look, as if he had made up his mind.

"Hey... You can do this, but I didn't say yes."

Ma Hou vetoed Lao Lang's statement with one vote, and several people looked at each other in dismay, all burst into laughter.

Lin Qiuran looked at the few people in front of him with a feeling of being moved. It was obviously time for him to stand up and build up the confidence of the team, but he still let these team members who already shouldered heavy responsibilities do the ideological work of the manager.

Looking back on the laughter and laughter every day after he took over the position of SOD manager, Lin Qiuran raised his head with a sincere tone.

"thank you all."

The sudden seriousness made several people unable to sit still, they all scratched their heads embarrassingly, and waved their hands hastily.

"Sister Ran Ran, you do so much work every day, and we didn't say thank you to you... We are all a family, so let's not talk about these hypocritical things. We understand everything."

Lin Qiuran nodded with a smile: "Then... it's time to rest. After relaxing a little today, we will continue to train as soon as possible tomorrow. Our goal is to be the champion!"

The trio had serious expressions and agreed with one voice.

"Roger that!"

Lin Qiuran nodded in satisfaction. The tension from the competition these days has finally improved.

Looking up at the end of the stairs above, Lin Qiuran silently thought about whether to speak clearly with Zhao Qichen.

Since they can face the unknown with confidence, they can't be left behind.

Who is Lin Qiuran? She has always been the strong woman who makes her opponents fearful, okay...