Good luck: The fresh meat husband is so fierce

After all the post-match sessions were over, Lin Qiuran led several people out of the arena together.

The sky was clear outside, and compared to the dim sight in the stadium, several people couldn't help squinting their eyes.

Lin Qiuran took a deep breath and murmured, "The elite competition...is over."

Hearing Lin Qiuran's sigh of relief, several people smiled movedly.

Although the scale of the elite competition is not as good as the national competition, but for SOD, a team that is almost falling apart, the effect of this victory is definitely more than just boosting morale.

"Sister Ran Ran, I'm hungry, let's go eat quickly."

Xiaopang was rubbing his stomach while weeping.

Lin Qiuran looked at Zhao Qichen, waiting for him to make up his mind.

There are two options before them, one is to find a place to celebrate now, but it will be more hasty;
The second is to eat a little casually to fill your stomach, go back to the hotel to pack your luggage, go back to have a short rest, and then come out to celebrate at night. Although this kind of work requires patience for a long time, you can have fun.

"You choose."

Zhao Qichen stated both situations and let the trio decide for themselves.

Both the old wolf and the horse monkey were willing to postpone the celebration banquet until tonight, but Xiaopang, after listening to the two options, asked silently:
"Can't we celebrate twice at noon and at night?"

Everyone: "..."

Zhao Qichen hit Xiaopang on the head with a burst of chestnuts, pushed up the sunglasses, and took the lead to leave with his straight and slender legs.

"Don't stand still, go back and collect your luggage."

After giving the order, several people had no objection at all, and followed Zhao Qichen back to the hotel.

In the hotel, Lin Qiuran took some food for each of them from the self-service area in the lobby, and asked them to pad their stomachs first.

"I have wronged the champions, and I will make up for you tonight."

Hearing Lin Qiuran directly calling them champions, all of them lowered their heads at the same time, laughing foolishly.

Zhao Qichen had resentment in his eyes, but he couldn't vent his complaints because he couldn't reveal his relationship with Lin Qiuran.

Although Lin Qiuran felt Zhao Qichen's gaze, Lin Qiuran selectively ignored the past in order not to cause trouble.

So much so that when everyone had finished eating all the food on their plates, only Zhao Qichen's plate was still full,

"Boss, are you not hungry?"

Xiaopang stretched out his hand to the side of Zhao Qichen's plate, testing the edge of crime.

"Why do you feel that the boss is still not very happy after winning the game? Is it my illusion?"

The old wolf looked at Zhao Qichen's raised brows and that cheek without a hint of a smile, feeling slightly puzzled.

He remembered that when the match was just over, Zhao Qichen's expression was still full of vigor, but it didn't take long for him to return to his usual black face.

"For the boss, the shelf life of happiness is always so short."

The monkey on the side couldn't help but click tut.

Only then did Lin Qiuran raise her head, and gently smoothed the red hair on top of Zhao Qichen's head.

"Be happy, be a bit of a champion."

Zhao Qichen's mood finally eased because of Lin Qiuran's smoothing action, so he slapped Xiaopang's eager hand, picked up the things on the plate and started chewing.

Lin Qiuran smiled in satisfaction, thought about the time now, and quietly walked to the big bed room where he used to live, and took out all the cell phones of the team members in the suitcase.

"Well, it's officially returned."

Xiaopang happily took the phone, looking delighted, and even kissed his phone a few times.

"You're finally back, my little one."

Mahou couldn't help but cast a supercilious glance at Xiaopang: "Is that an exaggeration? I see that you have eaten well and slept well without a mobile phone these days."

Fatty ignored it, but went straight to open his Penguin account, wanting to see his fan base to comfort his wounded little heart.

But I didn't expect that as soon as I entered, I saw a group message reminder, and a line of cold reminder:

"SOD, XiaoPang Official Fan Group" has been disbanded.

Xiaopang's smiling mouth suddenly froze. Zhao Qichen probably guessed that Xiaopang had already seen his long-cherished fans go to Loukong, and felt a little sympathy from the side.

What should come will come sooner or later.

Xiaopang covered his heart, threw the phone on the dining table, and wailed heartbroken:
"Fat Lord, I was actually arranged by fans one day..."

Ma Hou and Lao Lang were attracted by his appearance, picked up his still-lit phone screen from the table and looked at it.

"Yo, it's disbanded."

The monkey gloated and added a sentence aside.

Fatty leaned back on the chair with his eyes empty, and didn't have the heart to pay attention to the horse monkey's ridicule.

Seeing this, Lin Qiuran was also very curious, as if she was going to get up to get Xiaopang's cell phone.

"Don't look, it's just that his only fan base is gone."

Zhao Qichen held down Lin Qiuran's body and told the situation directly.

Xiaopang's original empty expression suddenly recovered, and he stood up excitedly and protested loudly next to Zhao Qichen:

"Boss, why do you understate such an important matter?! They are the motivation for me to persist in playing games..."

Zhao Qichen didn't even lift his eyelids, he ate slowly, and finally stopped chewing when he heard what Xiaopang said.

"Then there are no more fans, are you going to quit the game?"

Xiaopang was stunned for a moment, then sat down straight again.

"It smells so good..."

Horse Monkey and Old Wolf: "..."

Seeing the stiff atmosphere, Lin Qiuran quickly stood up and comforted Xiaopang:
"Isn't it just a fan group? If you don't go to the old ones, you won't come to the new ones. Those who left you when you were at a low point will not be true fans."

"really?"

Xiaopang raised his head weakly, his tone full of grievances.

Lin Qiuran couldn't help but smiled in a low voice, and comforted him softly:
"Will I still lie to you?"

"But the old one is gone, when will the new one come..."

There was a hint of hopelessness in Xiaopang's tone.

Lin Qiuran raised her eyebrows and reminded softly:

"Didn't you all register on Weibo yesterday? Don't you just look at your current fan count?"

As soon as Lin Qiuran finished speaking, Lao Lang was the first to open his Weibo.

"Oh my god... More than 70 followers, am I dreaming?"

Xiaopang quickly picked up his mobile phone from the table and checked it anxiously.

"I am also more than 70..."

Xiao Pang and Lao Lang looked at each other with some hot eyes.

Why did they just fall asleep, and the number of fans who were still in single digits yesterday increased so much...