Quick Travel: Cannon fodder, she is beautiful, Lu Ziye

Not only did the tense atmosphere in the base not ease, but it intensified.

Even the little chubby boy who loves to play tricks couldn't help but stand on tiptoes and sit carefully next to wish.

He glanced at the captain sitting silently behind, wearing a black peaked cap.

"Captain, has it been like this since we got in the car?"

Wish nodded to him cautiously and exchanged information with Xiaopang almost in a breathy voice: "I haven't said a word since I got in the car. It's been almost 15 minutes!"

Xiaopang swallowed hard.

Finally, he silently took out his mobile phone, opened the private chat channel, and began to frantically urge the two people who had not come yet.

It's full of bitterness.

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On the field, Xiaopang frantically shouted in the internal channel: "Brother Lu, Brother Lu! Don't be so impulsive! When you turn around, I'll give you a mouthful of milk first!"

"There's someone coming from the middle, Brother Lu! Look back!"

"Why did you rush to the second tower?!"

Song Luyan pursed his lips tightly, lazily and carelessly, his chin slightly raised, and his sharp jawline was gilded with gold.

When the director scanned the screen to him, the cheers of the fans reached their peak, and the whole venue was filled with uniform shouts.

Shouting Song Luyan’s ID.

The little fat boy's screen went black and he couldn't get beaten.

The only good thing is that the ADC he protected was so smooth that he not only stole the high ground on the opposite side, but also escaped with half health.

Almost all three routes took flight under the financial pressure of the shooter.

Under the hot lights, all the lights in the venue converged towards the vg team, and the man with the stars standing in the middle stood in the middle.

A pair of deep black eyes looked lazily at the camera, and the light cast a faint shadow under his eyelashes.

The losers waited one by one to shake hands, all of them looking downcast.

After getting off the playing field, Song Luyan deliberately avoided the fanatical crowd of fans and pressed the brim of his peaked cap with some irritation.

Even Dafei, who was slow to react, noticed something was wrong and quickly grabbed Xiaopang, who was worried and wanted to run up to take a look: "Captain, what's wrong?"

"Since the beginning of the game just now, you have been pressing the opponent crazily and playing so brutally. Brother Lu hasn't been like this for a long time, right?"

Wish was confused: "Is it about the female star?"

Several people looked at each other, and without exception, they all acquiesced.

Tomorrow is the day when he posts on Weibo on Friday, and he posts a countdown every day with great fanfare, as if he is afraid that others will not know.

Realizing that the atmosphere was not right, Xiao Yang immediately raised his hands, his eyes widened, his face full of innocence: "The club has prepared a relevant public relations plan and has discussed it with Song Luyan!"

This is just the uncle's refusal to cooperate.

I thought this matter would go away, but the next day in the game, Song Luyan's ADC was still brutal, almost making the opponent's young shooter cry after the game.

After winning seven or eight MVPs in a row, Song Luyan was interviewed after the game as expected.

As if on purpose, the reporters' topics turned to love affairs intentionally or unintentionally.

"God A! Your playing style has become very shocking recently. Is it because of some emotional shock?"

"God A, what do you think about the official announcement of the relationship between the mid laner of the CTA team and his fans?"

"I heard that you had a collaboration with Director Jiang from the film and television industry some time ago. Can I ask how it is going now?"

All the spears and cannons rushed up in an instant. Song Luyan retreated, and the reporters continued to come forward as if they were unaware.

"It is rumored on the Internet that the female star Liu Ying is your girlfriend, God A. Do you have any reaction to this?"

Song Luyan, who had been cutting his mouth, suddenly opened his mouth.

His eyes were cold and his long eyebrows were slightly furrowed, as if he was disgusted by what the reporter just said, and he slightly twitched the corners of his lips.

"do not know."

Song Luyan turned his eyes, and it was like the cold wind of the twelfth lunar month, mixed with ice particles, rushing towards him, making him tremble with the cold.

The originally aggressive reporter suddenly realized something was wrong and silently withdrew the microphone that was handed to him.

"May I ask about some topics related to the competition," he raised his eyebrows slightly, with an indescribable arrogance and arrogance between the corners of his eyes and brows, "Thank you."

Just as Xiao Yang was about to rush forward, his hands and feet were restrained.

Dafei stretched out his index finger at him with a serious face: "Shh~"

Xiao Yang: "..."

After returning to the base, Wish unexpectedly discovered that apart from their captain, there was also Wen Qiaoyi who was in a bad mood in the team.

At that time, Wen Qiaoyi was lying on the table lazily, and the screen interface was the waiting interface.

"what happened to you?"

When wish came back, he brought an extra bottle of juice and gave each bottle to Wen Qiao.

Wen Qiao glanced at him, and his emotions burst out as soon as he was asked.

He lowered his head in grievance, turned on the phone screen next to his hand, and pointed at the date on it, the resentment all over his body was about to overflow.

"My sister is lying! She promised to give me a gift if she won the opening game! How many days have passed since then? I haven't even looked at any of the gifts, and I can't contact anyone. Isn't this just a trick on me!!"

Angry Wen Qiaoyi complained online.

Wish could only blink at him sympathetically: "Perhaps Sister Wen was tripped up by something? Why are you so pretentious as a grown man? Come on, come on, whatever gift you want, your wish brother will buy it for you!"

Wen Qiaoyi: "...you don't understand!"

"Squeak-"

"No, Song Luyan, what do you mean by 'everything has been taken care of' just now? Even if you have made arrangements yourself, you still have to discuss it with the club! You..."

Perhaps because he was annoyed by the chattering Xiao Yang, Song Luyan, who was already in a bad mood, suddenly stopped moving forward.

Xiao Yang behind him hurriedly braked.

Song Luyan turned his head expressionlessly: "What you are worried about will not happen. I don't need the club to come forward."

Xiao Yang couldn't figure it out.

The members who didn't know what was going on looked at each other in confusion.

Just when everyone didn't know what to do, the door of the base was suddenly rang.

Da Fei quietly reached the door and escaped from this battlefield that was like a Shura field.

Song Luyan had already missed it first, sat back in his seat, and put on his headphones calmly.

Wen Qiaoyi had been lying down for so long that his hands were numb from the pillow, so he manually canceled the ranked match, started it again and waited.

After finishing all this in an orderly manner, a very familiar old male voice suddenly came to my ears: "Master Qiao Yi."

Wen Qiaoyi, who was sitting quietly in his seat, suddenly jumped up.

He looked over hurriedly with a flustered and nervous look. He was a little confused, stood up straight, and shouted obediently: "Grandpa Butler."