Widowed Bot Lane [eSports]

Xiao Zeyang took the key from Jing Fan and told Jing Wei specifically before he followed He Weiming in the car and headed towards the club.

And it was when getting into the car that Xiao Zeyang suddenly realized that Jing Fan's coat he was wearing had been forgotten and returned to its original owner.

Forget what to wear, Jing Fan is a handsome young man with strong firepower, so he won't be able to freeze...

****

"You performed pretty well today, and you've improved a bit compared to the last game."

Only He Weiming and Xiao Zeyang sat on the bus for MAG to return to the base. Xiao Zeyang originally thought that Weiming would sleep when he got on the bus, but unexpectedly, he sat directly next to him.

Although his attitude towards Xiao Zeyang at this time was still as cold and expressionless as usual, Xiao Zeyang was not too nervous.

After all, if you don't do bad things, you are not afraid of ghosts calling your door, and your performance today is indeed not enough to make He Weiming gossip.

As long as he didn't deliberately pick a bone in the egg.

And what's more... as long as the topic he talks about with himself is only about today's game...

But if he wants to talk about Jing Fan and the like, then Xiao Zeyang may really be bumped to death in the front seat.

Xiao Zeyang knew that He Weiming knew about his and Jing Fan's affairs, which was tantamount to a joke to Xiao Zeyang.

Whether to mention it or not is only a matter of this person's thought, but how to respond is a hurdle in Xiao Zeyang's heart.

"Thank you, coach," Xiao Zeyang smiled at He Weiming, but this smile did not contain the joy and happiness of being praised by his coach, but more of a fear of the unknown.

"The main thing... is actually that you know how to teach."

"Just the two of us face to face, so you don't have to hold your breath." He Weiming leaned back on the chair, twitching the corners of his mouth: "You know that hard work is better than anything else, and everyone else is talking nonsense."

"..."

"But Xiao Zeyang, I have to tell you that even though you played well today, I don't want you to affect Jing Fan's performance in the future because of some personal matters, and vice versa, can you understand? "

"I……"

In fact, from this matter alone, Xiao Zeyang could clearly feel that He Weiming's approach was completely different from Shen Zheng's.

Shen Zheng belongs to the kind who looks fierce on the surface, but is quite gentle and leaves room for others when talking in private, but He Weiming is not so easy to deal with. , but in fact, if you really want to chat, three sentences to drive people to death can only be regarded as a simple and normal operation person.

Just now, for example, He Weiming didn't even ask Xiao Zeyang whether the matter between him and Jing Fan was true, nor did he make any preparations for this topic. Suddenly, he threw out a sentence that exploded Xiao Zeyang, who was caught off guard.

"I don't support the matter between you and Jing Fan, but I don't object either. This is my attitude, but you'd better not take this attitude as a kind of connivance."

"Coach, actually I..."

"I know that Jing Fan likes you. Forcibly separating you may only be counterproductive. I have limited energy and I don't want to try, so you'd better go ahead." He Weiming held his face: "My current request is very simple. Summer Championship."

Xiao Zeyang wanted to defend himself just now, but when he heard what He Weiming said, he had nothing to say in an instant.

champion?Simple?

Xiao Zeyang couldn't help coughing after listening.

There are only three words in my heart: Excuse me.

Sure enough, it was the legend that he won the championship of the soft-handed team. Xiao Zeyang even felt that when He Weiming made this request, he felt that he had already made a thousand times of concessions, and he felt that he might be super reasonable. ...

But now Xiao Zeyang really feels that he might as well have gone out with Jing Wei and the others just now to eat and drink spicy food... But now he still has to suffer this unwarranted crime, and there is no place to hide if he wants to.

After He Weiming finished speaking, Xiao Zeyang stopped talking.

The main reason is that he doesn't know what he should say, and everything he says is wrong, and everything he says feels like making excuses.

Tired.

So silently turned his head to the side, closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep, and silently made up his mind in his heart that until the car arrived at the base in a while, he would keep this posture without moving.

****

After Xiao Zeyang and He Weiming left, Jing Fan was always a little absent-minded, checking his phone for nothing, or just staring blankly for a while, even sometimes it took a long time for others to talk to him before he could react.

After coming out of the venue, Jing Wei took them to a Japanese-style barbecue restaurant in Beito District. It was said that it was a newly opened restaurant, but it was not obvious from the ostentation.

It was already past nine o'clock in the evening, but the waiting line continued from the door to the tea restaurant next door.

Jing Wei had already found someone here to help line up when she was watching the game before, and now the time is just right when it arrives.

Originally, Jing Fan didn't eat much at night, but he was afraid that Jing Wei would come back and say that he didn't give her face and would go on and on for a long time, so he also ate some.

"Jing Fan, I've always wanted to tell you something."

During the meal, Yan Fusen was sitting next to Jing Fan, taking advantage of other people's lively conversation, Yan Fusen patted Jing Fan's arm from the side, and smiled mysteriously.

"Tell me," Jing Fan put down his chopsticks and looked at Yan Fusen: "What's wrong?"

"Didn't I tell you a few days ago that I met Wen Ruoyuan in solo queue?"

"Well," Jing Fan nodded, "I remember."

"I met him again yesterday when qualifying. To be honest, I think he has improved very quickly." Yan Fusen smiled, and after he finished speaking, he probably felt that he was not sincere enough, so he repeated: "It's really good." Fast."

To be honest, Jing Fan didn't need to take a second look at all, and he was able to conclude that Yan Fu Sen should be putting on a posture to intercede with Wen Ruoyuan.

"Later he also added me as a friend and said that he really wanted to come to our team for an interview and training again, but because the manager who brought him before was no longer at the base, he felt unaccompanied and never dared to come."

"You let him come," Jing Fan laughed, "Say hello to the coach manager at the end of the season, and don't ask me for trial training."

"Tsk, then what do you think I'm talking to you here? Wouldn't it be better to go directly to Brother Ming?" Yan Fusen smacked his lips and raised his eyebrows: "But I really think his level has improved."

"Yes, Mo Ling asked you to persuade me." Jing Fan picked up a grape from the table and stuffed it into his mouth, then narrowed his eyes at Yan Fusen: "Huh?"

It's a coincidence that Yan Fusen's current girlfriend's best friend is Wen Ruoyuan's own sister, Jing Fan also knows about this, and then look at Yan Fusen's flattering attitude now, this matter It must have something to do with his girlfriend.

Yan Fusen laughed awkwardly when Jing Fan's words revealed the truth. In fact, he had already expected that Jing Fan would be able to guess this matter. It's not surprising that Jing Fan has a good head.

"But Jing Fan, you have to know that I am a very principled person. If he really doesn't fight well, I can't recommend him to you," Yan Fusen said with a serious face, "Your time How valuable is it, besides, is this a slap in the face of myself?"

"No, the main reason is that I don't quite understand why I have to come for a trial training?" Jing Fan showed an open-minded attitude to Yan Fusen: "No one in the team has no arms or legs."

"Do you understand obsession?" Yan Fusen reached out and patted Jing Fan's shoulder: "This is a kind of obsession, and it's up to you, Jing Fan, to get up from where you fell."

"And then fell again." Jing Fan took a sip of the soju he poured for himself, and smiled at Yan Fusen.

"Jing Fan, do you doubt my vision?" Yan Fusen narrowed his eyes, picked up a piece of beef short ribs from the baking tray and put it on Jing Fan's plate, and then started to play the emotional card: "I am your old comrade-in-arms for many years ah!"

"Old comrade-in-arms, your girlfriend has given you so much money that your mouth is getting thinner..." Jing Fan seems to have never seen Yan Fusen like this before. Yan Fusen is a special standard of steel that would rather bend than bend. Straight men will never ask for help easily.

Yan Fusen was a little embarrassed by Jing Fan's words. After scratching his hair, he still stretched out his hand and tugged at Jing Fan: "If you think about it carefully, you can still find yourself a substitute for next season."

In fact, Yan Fu Sen came to find Jing Fan. On the one hand, Wen Ruoyuan really wanted to get up from where he fell, but there was another very important point, that is, in the current club, the trial training also needs to be divided. If two people enter the team in the same batch, but one of them is a professional player, especially a player like Jing Fan Gao Yuqi, who comes in for trial training, and the other is an individual trainer who comes in for trial training, then The differential treatment they will receive in the future is beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

"I think you should explain the coach manager Meng Wangyang first." Jing Fan put his face on his face, although he was a little reluctant but did not rush to reject Yan Fusen: "Especially Meng Wangyang, you can't pick it up, pick some More money to raise a substitute seems to kill him."

"I know this, but I think we should start with the best talker first." Yan Fusen smiled.

Jing Fan did not make any objection to this.

Although he knew that there must be some human relationship involved in this matter, Jing Fan felt that he might still be willing to trust Yan Fusen's vision.

****

Earlier, He Weiming said that he would invite Xiao Zeyang to eat soup dumplings, and He Weiming really planned to do so, but as soon as the two of them got out of the car, they met Shen Zheng who was strolling out from the headquarters wearing a pull-up board.

Xiao Zeyang had a bad premonition in his heart.

"Hey? What a coincidence, the game is back? Where are the others?"

Xiao Zeyang felt that Shen Zheng's eyes lit up when he saw He Weiming, gleaming there like a hungry wolf, and the questions in his mouth were a bit ulterior motives.

"They went to eat, I will bring Xiao Zeyang back first." He Weiming looked down at his watch: "Have you eaten yet? Let's go together if you haven't eaten."

"what……"

Sure enough, that ominous premonition did not seem to be Xiao Zeyang's hypocrisy.

The matter of eating with He Weiming and Shen Zheng, if written as an equation, it would be tantamount to killing Xiao Zeyang.

Xiao Zeyang knew that he had not lived enough, so he was unwilling to take this risk.

"Coach, I think... I'd better buy some and go back to eat." Xiao Zeyang smiled awkwardly: "Save a little time."

He Weiming may not understand, but Shen Zheng knows that Xiao Zeyang has never been a person who likes to race against time, and now there is only one reason for saying that he wants to go back.

I don't want to make the situation too awkward.

He Weiming was silent for a while, then looked up at Shen Zheng beside him: "Then you go back and be careful."

"Oh good!"

After a casual answer, Xiao Zeyang slipped away faster than stepping on a Hot Wheels.

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Then the little angel who feels that there are few updates each time, I would like to give you a suggestion that you can actually save two or three chapters and read them together. About a thousand words...but because the author is taking the postgraduate entrance examination, he has to learn English by endorsing in various classes almost every day...so...you guys know QAQ