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

The next day, as expected, many fans with large and small bags of gifts appeared at the gate of the community. Even though the four official blogs had sent notifications, they still couldn't stop this kind of crazy illegitimate fans.

The CO official blog was changing shoes while answering the phone call from the guard, with a somewhat helpless tone, "Are you sure you are looking for the CO? OK, then please ask them to wait a moment, I'll be right over."

The other official bloggers had already changed their clothes. Everyone looked at each other helplessly and walked out together, but they were stopped after walking a few steps. When they looked back, they had just finished eating and were sitting in the yard next door exercising. players.

Fang Bei and Nan Yu sat on the outermost laziness, leaned on the railing and asked the CO official blog, "Why are you going?"

"There are your enthusiastic little fans at the door to deliver gifts, and we act as couriers."

Fang Bei was happy, and pulled Nan Yu towards them, "Just finished eating, let's go to digest together."

The CO official blog whispered, "I'm not afraid that your fans will faint when they see you two together."

They walked for about 10 minutes, and they could see a group of little girls standing outside the gate of the community from a distance. When they saw them coming, they swarmed up and waved excitedly, taking a lot of gift banners.

The official bloggers went forward to communicate with the guard for a while, then opened the small door and went out.

Several teams have fans, so they stand separately in waves. However, CO has lost too many games recently, and its fans are less than other teams. Four or five girls are surrounded by each other, and they are all quite shy. Shy.

The CO official blog collected gifts for others one by one, and Fang Bei and Nan Yu kept the gifts for themselves.

Fang Bei reached out to accept the gift, nodded his thanks, and from the corner of his eye saw a little girl standing behind the crowd with her head bowed, so she asked curiously, "Who are you looking for?"

The little girl lowered her head and obediently raised a delicate glass bottle to Nan Yu. She seemed a little nervous and stammered, "Here, for you."

Fang Bei smiled and teased Nan Yu, "Thank you yet."

Nan Yu took the glass bottle with both hands and said softly, "Thank you."

"No, you're welcome." The little girl buried her head lower and lower, her hands were tightly holding the corner of her clothes, her state seemed strange.

Nan Yu subconsciously asked her, "Are you okay?"

"It's okay!" The little girl shook her head violently, "This is, it's for you, I hope you like it."

"Thank you." Nan Yu glanced down at the glass bottle in his hand. It was quite exquisite, filled with handmade products, and the top half should be a lid that can be opened. "I love so much."

"What is it, can I have a look?" Fang Bei leaned over to watch the excitement, covered the upper half of the glass bottle with his right hand, held it and twisted it.

"Ah—" The little girl who kept her head down suddenly covered her mouth and screamed, looking at Fang Bei's right hand in horror.

Nan Yu reacted suddenly, and subconsciously grabbed Fang Bei's right hand. As soon as he let go, the glass bottle fell to the ground and shattered into countless stars.

Nan Yu tremblingly held Fang Bei's hand, turned his right hand over, and there was a bloody wound on the palm near the end of the thumb.

The screams and the sound of shattering glass attracted the attention of others, and the official bloggers quickly gathered and asked anxiously, "What's wrong?——Fuck!!"

The CO official blog widened his eyes, took a few deep breaths before calming down, and asked sharply, "Who did it?! Who?!"

"Don't be nervous, it's not serious." Fang Bei frowned and looked at his wound, and smiled helplessly. After he finished speaking, he felt something was wrong. Then he remembered that Nan Yu must have been frightened, so he tilted his head and comforted, "Really?" It's okay, it will be fine in a few days."

Nan Yu didn't seem to hear anything, she just held his wrist firmly, staring at the wound, unable to move her eyes, and after a long while, she let go of Fang Bei's hand.

"Nan Yu?" Fang Bei called him again, "Golden Flower?"

Nan Yu lowered her head, unable to see any expression, and did not respond, but walked slowly to the little girl surrounded by the official blog.

The official bloggers questioned her angrily, and when they saw Nan Yu approaching, they made way for him. The CO official blogger glared at her viciously, "It's because she tampered with the glass bottle!"

Nan Yu didn't respond, she stared at her for a while, then asked calmly, "Why?"

The little girl who was shaking like a sieve suddenly calmed down, showing a nervous smile, and said strangely, "Because I hate you."

The CO official blogger was so angry that he wanted to slap her with his hand, but was held back by several other official bloggers.

Nan Yu took another step forward, forcing the little girl to look up at him, and asked again, "Why?"

"Because..." She blinked, her smiling face slowly turned into terrifying hatred, and said word by word, "Because, because, I, hate, you."

I hate you for taking everything that belongs to Mix, and hate you for causing CO to be at the bottom of the losing streak.

She put on a smiling face again, approached Nan Yu with her upper body, and said affectionately, "You disgusting homosexual."

Finally, the CO official blog couldn't hold back, and slapped her across the face, "Shut up!"

She tilted her head passively, not caring at all that she was hit, tilted her head and continued to look at Nan Yu without moving. She was satisfied to see the panic in Nan Yu's eyes, so she repeated it with a light smile.

"You perverted gay."

Her voice was not soft, and almost all the people present heard it, and many fans onlookers exclaimed.

The other official blogs also knew that the matter should not make a big fuss, so they took away the CO official blog and cleared the venue. After a while, the extra fans were sent away, leaving only a few of them at the door.

Fang Bei stepped forward and stood sideways in front of Nan Yu, looking at her coldly, "Enough is enough?"

"I like you." The little girl laughed foolishly, looked at Fang Bei obsessively, looked down, stopped smiling when she saw the wound on his right hand, and said at a loss, "Why you? Why? It shouldn't be yours, I like you, I won't hurt you, I don't want to hurt you."

She stared straight at Nan Yu behind Fang Bei, and screamed, "It's all him! It's him who hurt you! It's all because of him!"

Fang Bei frowned, and subconsciously wanted to cover Nan Yu's ears, not wanting him to hear these obscenities, but found that he was carrying something in one hand and injured in the other, so he could only take a few steps back with his arms around Nan Yu, and interrupted indifferently. She, "Shut up."

Frightened by his eyes, the little girl slowly lowered her head and whispered, "I like you."

Finally calmed down, Fang Bei handed the things in his hand to Guan Bo, and pulled Nan Yu into his arms with his left hand and rubbed it, "I'm really fine, I just made a small cut, it will be fine in a few days, don't Worry, good boy."

Nan Yu pushed him away, held his right hand with both hands, blew on the wound, and asked softly, "Brother, does it hurt?"

Fang Bei looked at his red eye circles, and comforted him, "It doesn't hurt."

Nan Yu blew again and nodded, "It's fine if it doesn't hurt."

Just as Fang Bei was about to kiss him, he saw his manager and coach rushing towards him through the gate, and there seemed to be people from other teams behind him.

"..." Fang Bei resisted the thought of kissing Nan Yu, and said in a low voice, "I feel sorry for you like this."

The manager jumped over the guard at a speed of 50 meters and went straight to Fang Bei's side. He was so nervous and furious that he forgot to breathe, put one hand on his hip, and said angrily, "Where is the injury? How? Who did it? Who? Ah ?!"

Fang Bei took Nan Yu a few steps to the side, revealing the little girl behind him.

The manager looked at the wound on Fang Bei's hand, turned around a few steps, and said calmly, "You go and treat the wound first, and I'll take care of it here."

Fang Bei nodded and looked at Nan Yu, "Accompany me to the hospital?"

"En." Nan Yu nodded, but took a few steps towards the little girl.

Fang Bei followed in confusion, and then heard Nan Yu speak calmly.

"I won't hurt him."

"You have no right to say you like him."

"You do not deserve."

The three short sentences seemed to hit the little girl's pain point. She raised her head and stared at Nan Yu viciously, and retorted hoarsely, "Get out! Get out! Why do you say I'm not qualified! Why!".

Nan Yu didn't even bother to give her a spare look, took Fang Bei's right arm, kissed it on the wrist, and said distressedly, "Brother, go to the hospital."

It was clearly done on purpose for her to see.

It was the first time that Fang Bei felt Nan Yu's aggressiveness off the field, and he smiled and cooperated, "It's all up to you."

Others also came one after another, and after some inquiries, they started to deal with the matter. Coach Tang frowned and asked the manager, "What should she do? Let her go?"

"Bah!" The manager cursed in a low voice, "Sue, I must sue! If you let her go this time, maybe someone will poison Nan Yu next time, do you believe it?"

Coach Tang glanced at the young girl, shook his head, and left.

The official blogger came over and asked the manager, "How to deal with it?"

"Call the police, find out her identity first, I will contact the lawyer later, you post an announcement on Weibo, and today I will kill chickens and monkeys!"

The little girl suddenly raised her head, looked at the manager and shook her head, "I'm not yet an adult, you can't sue me, you can't sue me, you can't..."

"Now you know you're afraid?" The manager sneered, "It's too late."

On the other side, Fang Bei and Nan Yu had no choice but to go back to the villa because they came out in a hurry, and they were surrounded by players as soon as they entered the room, all concerned about his injury.

"It was scratched by the glass." Fang Bei stretched out his right hand to show them. Although the wound was not deep, the flesh was still visible. There was already a lot of blood on the palm, which looked scary.

Keep took a band-aid from his pocket and gave it to him, "Paste it first?"

Xia Yun remained skeptical, "Can't you paste it? The wound hasn't been cleaned yet, so what if the paste gets infected."

Nan Yu went upstairs and brought down his cell phone and bag, and took a wet tissue to wipe his palms, reminding him, "Hospital."

"Okay, I'm really fine." Fang Bei stood up and persuaded them to disperse, "You all go to training."

Everyone dispersed after confirming that there was no serious problem, lamenting the horror of the illegitimate poison while playing the game.

On the way to the hospital, Nan Yu had to take two steps to confirm that the wound was not bleeding anymore. Fang Bei looked at it funny, and joked, "Does it look good?"

Nan Yu looked at him reproachfully, then lowered her head again, and muttered, "This wound should be mine."

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Fang Bei sneered, and tapped him with his left hand, "Huh? What's in the melon seeds of our Jin Huaer's little heads?"

"In the first place." Nan Yu whispered, "The person she wants to harm is me."

"It's not your algorithm."

"..."

"Look," Fang Bei walked out slowly, holding Nan Yu by his left hand, telling him nonsense, "The wound is on my hand now, but it doesn't hurt, right?"

Nan Yu looked at him suspiciously, "It really doesn't hurt?"

"Really, it's more real than pearls." Fang Bei said, "But if this wound is on your hand, if you slap your delicate skin and tender flesh, I will definitely feel distressed to death. You know how distressed you are, ouch, that's called One is uncomfortable, but it hurts more than me now."

"..."

"So," Fang Bei concluded, "it's better as it is now."

Nan Yu curled the corner of her mouth and scolded with a smile, "Talking nonsense."

The author has something to say: it will get better in the future!