Come against the wind, exchange your glory

Chapter 9 NSE Team
Licheng No. [-] Hospital was surrounded by reporters and fans inside and out.

"God Rime, is what is said on the Internet true? Only God injured a hand in a non-competitive game?"

"Will this affect NSE's next games?"

"God Rime..."

The man called God Rime stood in the crowd, his eyes were cold, and his tone of voice was mocking, especially when he asked one of them, his eyes seemed to see through everything.

"Are you a reporter?"

The person being questioned was felt guilty by him, but so many people were asking why she couldn't ask, thinking about it like this gave her some confidence.

"God Rime, please answer my question directly."

The fans present thought it was bad, those who dare to speak like that in front of God Rime, it seems...haven't come out yet!
Sure enough, the corners of Han Wu's mouth curled up slightly, but his eyes were terribly cold. After a while, a group of tall bodyguards carried him out, followed by Han Wu's legal counsel.

"Madam, you have been sued for infringing on my client's portrait rights. Let's talk about the details in another place."

"Didn't I just take a few photos, and they did too, why did you sue me and not them?"

"Did you take pictures?" Han Wu was clearly impatient.

"No", the hospital corridor answered his words neatly.

The man didn't expect these fans to cooperate so much, and his face turned pale in an instant.

"Take it away", Consultant Bai touched his glasses, this time the action was slow, and he didn't know if the boss would settle the score later.

There were bodyguards maintaining order, and the club also issued a statement. Although the fans were worried, they were obedient and no longer stuck in the hospital.

The air pressure in the ward was very low, and the boys couldn't bear the atmosphere and ran away.

Now only the captain and top laner of the NSE team are left.

The NSE team has been established for less than three years. It was the dark horse of the LOL National Competition last year. Although it stopped at the top four in the country, as a new team with pure Z country players, it is already very good to achieve this result.

Han Wu, the captain of the team, is known as the "Son of the Chosen", an IQ-type jungler, who was once complained by black fans. God's own son needs to have good looks and a family background.

Ye Wei, the top laner of the team, has a gentle appearance and deep inner city. He controls the details in the top laner, and his operation during the game is also the same as his own personality. Ling Chi, this person is too dark, woo woo woo...)
"You scared them", Ye Wei said with a smile, his eyes were so gentle that it made people sink.

"One hand for one game, didn't you say it was cured?"

"Sure enough, I can't hide it from the captain, haha."

"It must be cured no matter what." Han Wu's eyes darkened when he said this.

"Well, did you watch the video of yesterday's battle?" Ye Wei is a typical person who forgets to eat but not to fight. He dared to mention this even though he was lying in the hospital.

Han Wu didn't speak, he went on to say: "People are here for you, they are crazy and strong, such a person is too hostile, and I have never encountered such a person in the previous competition."

"Five to one, and one hand, we are still collecting opponent information, what kind of mood do you do this? Heh", Han Wu sneered.

"Maybe this is the charm of e-sports! Captain, be serious, this guy is a world-class jungler."

"However, the appearance of this person helped me solve some problems."

"Your worry is not unreasonable. If you are sought after by others, you will lose your heart. Everyone's mentality is already a little pathological," Ye Wei thoughtfully.

"Have you found the new top order?" He asked again.

"Look", Han Wu gave him a tablet.

He added: "Take good care of your hands."

(End of this chapter)