I heard that the wild area is assigned to [e-sports]

When Nan Yu woke up, she was dazed for a while, and a mysterious guilt welled up in her heart.

It took such a long time to prepare for the No. 1 in the regular season. Obviously, he should train more seriously, but he and Brother Fang Bei actually did that kind of thing, and fell asleep...

Nan Yu reached out and touched the mobile phone that was lost somewhere, looked at the huge numbers on it, and sighed.

Also slept until twelve o'clock.

Fang Bei did not wake him up as he said yesterday, and he is not in the dormitory at the moment, so he must have gone downstairs.

Nan Yu yawned, slowly lifted the quilt and stood up, changed her clothes, cleaned herself up, and made sure that there were no suspicious traces outside before going out.

The captain Song Lian, who was drawn by lottery, slumped on the sofa in the training room and took the lead in gossiping about the team members, "Fang Bei, what time is it? Why hasn't Nan Zai come down yet? He is never late or asks for leave."

"You lean in and make room for me." Jiang Jiayi pushed his outstretched foot in, and sat down on the sofa himself, "You know this kind of thing, everyone knows it well." Don’t say anything that is clear, what’s the matter if you haven’t eaten enough dog food?”

Xia Yun also squeezed over to sit in a row with Jiang Jiayi, completely sandwiching Song Lian between them and the sofa, "Nan Zai will definitely support his waist when he gets down later."

Song Lian lost his temper after being squeezed out, so he replied angrily, "You know again?"

Xia Yun showed a wretched smile, "Do you want to bet? Just bet on the limited-skin gift pack!"

"I don't gamble." Song Lian rolled his eyes, "It's boring."

"Brother Dairy Cow," Xia Yun went to harass Jiang Jiayi again, "Do you want to bet or not? The limited auxiliary skins are so beautiful!"

"Go away, call that name again, be careful and I'll take care of you."

Xia Yun lay back, looked up to the sky and sighed, "Why are you so boring, why don't you bet with me—"

Fang Bei occupied the single sofa at the other end by himself. He was leaning on the back of the sofa, plucked his ears, looked at Xia Yun and the others, and blew on his little finger unhurriedly, "What are you betting on? Let me play too." Two of them?"

"Hehe..." Xia Yun hesitated for a second, "It's nothing, you heard it wrong!"

"Virtue." Fang Bei glared at him, and said a few more words, "Don't say these things in front of Nan Yu, he has a thin skin."

Song Lian lazily agreed, "Yes, Nan Tsai's face is definitely not as thick as yours."

"Go away!" Fang Bei laughed and cursed, looked down at the time, stood up with his mobile phone and walked two steps towards the door, "He should be awake soon, stop talking nonsense, do you hear me?"

"I know, I know." Xia Yun answered.

Mo Ran, who was still sitting on the training chair, sneered, "You are the one with the least strict mouth."

Xia Yun rushed over and made a gesture to fight him, Song Lian and Jiang Jiayi coaxed, "Hit him, I owe it to you!"

Nan Yu pushed open the door of the training room and was stunned by the commotion. She stood at the door for a while before being pulled in by Fang Bei. He pointed to the main battleground where top laners and mid laners PK, and whispered Ask Fang Bei, "What's wrong with them?"

"Just kidding, beating is kissing and scolding is love." Fang Bei replied perfunctorily, and asked, "Are you hungry? How do you feel now? Yesterday—"

Nan Yu covered his mouth with his hand to prevent him from continuing, and said in a slightly embarrassed tone, "I'm not hungry, I'm fine."

Fang Bei grabbed his paw and took it away from his mouth, and chuckled twice, "I said I invited you to a dinner yesterday, where did you go, huh? What happened yesterday?"

Nan Yu pinched him gently, but said nothing.

"Then let's go?" Fang Bei picked up the coat on the sofa and put it on his arm, and shouted, "Will you go for dinner? There is no such shop after this village!"

"Let's go!"

On the first day of the offseason, all CO players went out to have dinner. Some people may think that they are too inflated and don’t take the playoffs to heart. In fact, it’s the opposite. It’s because they attach too much importance and the coaching staff is afraid of being too tight. The rush training schedule will increase the pressure on the players and affect their mentality, and they will not be able to perform at their full strength in the playoffs, so the previous training plan has been adjusted to a relatively relaxed level.

But the meal was not very pleasant.

During the meal, Fang Bei received a call from the manager, saying that he should go back as soon as possible after eating. Although he didn't say what happened on the phone, his tone was very serious.

Nan Yu frowned, "What's wrong?"

"I don't know, I didn't say anything." Fang Bei looked suspiciously at the call interface on the phone, "Eat quickly, go back and have a look."

In the CO base, in the meeting room, Guan Bo, the manager and PR coach, sat at a table. Everyone frowned and sighed from time to time.

The official blog is either not watching or not while holding the mobile phone, fidgeting like pinching a hot potato.

The manager rubbed his temples and asked Guan Bo, "How many comments have been forwarded?"

Guan Bo was crying, "It's only half an hour, four digits..."

"Have you tried persuading to delete it?"

"It's useless." Ms. Chen, the person in charge of public relations, shook her head, "It's already spread, and now persuading it to delete it is counterproductive, and people will think that we have a guilty conscience."

"Damn." The manager scolded in a low voice.

Coach Tang took the mobile phone from the official blog and looked at it twice, then sighed deeply.

What he was most worried about happened, but it happened much earlier than he expected.

It was a very ordinary Weibo, with only a simple sentence and two photos that had been adjusted in color.

@一路向北北: The excitement is theirs, but you have nothing.

【Nan Yu and other team members celebrate their first victory on stage.JPG】

[Fang Bei stood against the light and couldn't see his expression clearly at the entrance of the passage.JPG]

Guan Bo couldn't hold back his temper, and scratched his hair irritably, "Everyone got along so well that day, and Brother Bei even came to support Nan Yu, how could he make it up like this... There are so many evidences, let's clarify it. ?"

Sister Chen also took a device in her hand to watch Weibo, and kept refreshing to watch the number of reposts increase, "It's not that easy anymore, look at those popular reposts, they are all Fang Bei's big fans, at this point in time you To clarify is simply to add fuel to the fire, and Nan Yu will only be scolded even worse."

"Then let them scold you?"

"..." Sister Chen was helpless, "Although I am very sorry for Nan Yu, I can only choose not to speak up at the moment. Even if I want to clarify, I have to wait for the right time. Believe it or not, no matter what we say now, they won't listen. They still feel that we are favoring Nan Yu."

Guan Bo is silent.

She has been an official blogger for so long, and she understands those things on Weibo better than anyone else. She used to eat melons with the little sisters in the group.

Today whose only fans are fighting with the club again, tomorrow which two fans will be torn apart because of some ranking, and in a few days they may form a CP fan again because of the player's interaction, and then turn around and pinch again.

But this is the first time she has experienced such a thing in person.

In the past, I lamented that Brother Bei had a lot of fans, and sometimes the game support was better than their official support, but now once I turned the gun and pointed the finger at my teammates, I felt what it meant to be truly powerless.

It's not that she hasn't been scolded before. In the past, the words of those black fans can be ignored, but now it's different. Those IDs who forwarded comments on Aite's official blog account to ask for explanations...

They are all very cute little girls who often appeared on the official blog before.

Guan Bo sniffed, feeling a little sad, but on second thought, Brother Bei should be even more sad.

Those who supported him and liked him stood against Nan Yu and the club, and even pretended to be good for him.

Even if these misunderstandings are solved one day, what is the matter of the inexplicable attacks and insults Nan Yu is receiving now?How should Brother Bei look at his fans?

When Fang Bei and the others returned to the base, that Weibo post had already been retweeted over ten thousand times, and it was also exploited by many pheasant media, overtly and secretly picking out the conflict between the Korean-aided jungler and the domestically-made jungler, causing another wave Rhythm, many passers-by who are not fans of Fang Bei, but simply because they prefer domestic players also participated.

CO e-sports club has been established for so long, and this is the first time it has been scolded in the trending searches.

One head of the PR department is bigger than two, so they can only start to contact a small number of media, trying to bring the topic to the past, spending a lot of money, but the result is very little effect, and there has been no competition recently, this matter It has become the focus of the e-sports circle.

As soon as Fang Bei and the others returned to the base, they went straight to the meeting room. Seeing the room, everyone realized the seriousness of the incident, "What's wrong?"

The manager exchanged glances with Guan Bo, Guan Bo understood, stood up and walked to Nan Yu, and said with a smile, "Nan Zi, the translator seems to be looking for you, let me take you there~"

Nan Yu hesitated for a while, nodded in agreement, and went out with Guan Bo.

The others found places to sit down one after another, Fang Bei cut to the chase and said, "Is it related to him?"

Sister Chen smiled wryly, handed the screenshot in her hand to Fang Bei, and persuaded, "Look at it first, don't be angry."

"Then we have to see what's going on." Fang Bei frowned, looked down at the screenshots, the speed of flipping through the screenshots became faster and faster, and his face became ugly.

"Tsk." Fang Bei closed his eyes and tried to remain calm, "How long will it take to deal with it?"

Sister Chen looked at him hesitantly, with embarrassment on her face, "This kind of matter involving our own fans cannot be dealt with in time. Even if we intend to protect Nan Yu, the sponsors don't want us to offend so many fans of yours. Procrastinate first, wait until the right time..."

"When is the right time?" Fang Bei interrupted her, "Next year? The year after? Or the year I retire?"

"Don't be like this," Sister Chen tried to comfort him, "It won't be long, isn't there still a spring split, as long as the results are good, the fans will naturally understand."

Fang Bei was silent for a while, "What do you mean, let's put this matter aside for now, and come forward to clarify after winning the championship?"

"Yes, isn't the playoffs coming soon? It's only a few days... I just wronged Nan Yu, but we will hide it from him. See if you can help take care of him and try not to let him Go online."

"He's not a fool, can I still confiscate his mobile phone?"

The manager clasped his hands on the conference table and remained silent.

He knew that Fang Bei was very angry, but this matter involved too many things, especially for sponsors who valued the economic and commercial value of fans. They will even be very happy to attract more fans to Fang Bei through this matter.

"Fang Bei," the manager called him, "work hard to win the championship."

"There are still twelve days to the playoffs." Fang Bei said, "There are still sixteen days to the finals."

"Yes."

"Let Nan Yu be scolded for no reason," Fang Bei laughed angrily, "I can't stand it for a day."

The author has something to say: Ah, this step is finally here.

Rotation is really prone to such things as fans tearing apart, alas.