To play is to win!

Being sick is so painful.

Can't eat well, can't sleep well, can't train.

I'm not in the mood to play on my phone.

Su Wenle listened to his teammates chatting happily, and couldn't even get into the topic.

After all, he was wearing a mask and had trouble speaking.

For Su Wenle, this day was a day to get through.

Drink Banlangen when you are thirsty, and eat barley porridge when you are hungry.

Even if there is freshly peeled fruit on hand, it will not save the sneezing patient.

However, taking medicine really helps.

At least Su Wenle no longer felt top-heavy.

"You said that if I take two days at a time, will it be fine tomorrow?" Su Wenle wrapped himself up on the bed and watched Guan Hong take the medicine, suddenly having a whim.

Guan Hong counted the pills for him, and put the medicine bottle in his pocket casually, lest he really do such a stupid thing.

"I don't know if it will work..."

Guan Hong stuffed him with the medicine and said, "But you will be even more stupid."

Even? !

Su Wenle didn't even have the strength to get angry.

If you are sick, you have no human rights. I don’t know how many times I was laughed at by Zhang Si today.

To be honest, Su Wenle entered the state of a cold, and his pathetic situation was doubled.

Some thoughts that I want to share with my teammates will be interrupted by my own sneeze.

If Guan Hong reaches out to touch his short hair twice, he will also be driven away by Zhu Di.

According to the coach's request, the players are never allowed to have too much contact with such a large pathogen to prevent accidents.

However, now the door is closed.

Whether to contact them or not is their private matter.

"I'll sleep with you at night, lest you kick the quilt."

After finishing speaking, Guan Hong sat down unceremoniously.

That posture was like Su Wenle nodding, and he immediately took off his pants and went to bed.

"No..."

Su Wenle's memory of the quilt fight is still fresh, "I think if we sleep together, the quilt will be kicked more fiercely, and I will infect you."

"It won't be contagious." Guan Hong said from experience, "You used to take care of me like this, but the next day it wasn't all right."

Su Wenle couldn't say any big words about "I'm in good health so I won't be contagious".

After all, he caught a cold after sleeping alone all night, and saying that he was in good health was a slap in the face.

He made a trip to the bed and slept in the middle, with no intention of giving way.

"That's different." Su Wenle closed his eyes, not bothering to talk to Guan Hong, "MS can live without me, but it can't live without you."

After a long silence, Su Wenle heard the sound of the door opening.

Then, close the door.

go away.

Su Wenle turned over wrapped in the quilt, rubbed his nose, and couldn't tell if he was disappointed or disappointed.

Anyway, he was the one who refused to let Guan Hong sleep with him, and he was also the one who felt that Guan Hong left too simply.

The patient's mind is fragile, and he even dislikes himself.

The room was still a bit hot without the air conditioner.

Su Wenle still wrapped the quilt tightly, trying to find a peaceful sleep.

All night, he was having strange dreams.

Su Wenle always felt that there were claws stepping on his face and scratching his hair.

Didn't sleep well.

The next day, Su Wenle felt much better.

At least, the frequency of cutting every 2 minutes has become every 6 to [-] minutes.

Unfortunately, he still can't play.

If he can't play the game, Su Wenle still has to go to the arena.

Colds also go.

His kettle was filled with hot banlangen.

The big summer one is still wearing a coat, and the pockets are stuffed with tissues.

The off-stage battle is ready, just wait for the coach to agree.

Meng Beichuan looked at him wearing a mask, his eyes were red and dry, and he couldn't understand it.

"Can't you watch it with us in the break room?" he asked.

If you have to go to the venue and sit, who brought up the bad habit!

"I want to cheer for everyone!" Su Wenle's voice was muffled by the mask, "I'm going to sit in the first row, and I won't catch a cold."

Meng Beichuan was not worried that he would catch a cold.

This guy has no player awareness at all, and he doesn't know how to behave like Guan Hong.

My English is so poor that even basic communication is likely to be a problem.

If he was allowed to go to the venue alone, Meng Beichuan was really worried that something would happen.

"Where can't you refuel? Do you know how valuable the VIP front row is? Go to the first row to compete with the audience." Meng Beichuan disagreed, "Guan Hong, please persuade me."

In the end, Guan Hong not only refused to persuade him, but also brought him a backpack.

Guan Hong said: "I asked Zhu Di to accompany you. The venue is cold. If you can't bear it, you must leave the meeting. You can't freeze it. There is food in the bag. Don't be hungry. Also, don't drink cold water. The kettle Let Judy make another pot after drinking the banlangen. After watching our game, leave and don’t stay in it for too long.”

Su Wenle nodded, very obedient.

Meng Beichuan was really desperate.

These two people, one willful and the other conniving, even ordered the assistants to order a bunch of them.

"Judy! Just follow along, don't you need to work?"

"No." Zhu Di was super innocent, "I was going to pick up fans at the venue today, and it was just a way to stay with Bunraku."

This time, five domestic fans of ms came together.

They are not the same as foreign students. They are not familiar with the place where they live, but they come all the way here just to watch the game.

When encountering such a small group, ms has long planned to pick up and drop off, this is the first time to practice.

Judy's English is perfect for Su Wenle's translation.

And there are fans, it’s okay for them to speak Chinese.

Meng Beichuan looked at Su Wenle with helplessness.

Maybe it's a generation gap, these kids are sick and jumping around.

"Wear the mask well." He made the final order, "Let Judy do something, and don't make any noise offstage."

It was as if Su Wenle was a seven or eight-year-old child who went to the cinema alone.

"and also……"

"Don't trouble your fans!"

The posters of the starting contestants were posted on ms twitter just before the contestants appeared on stage.

The audience who had been waiting for a long time looked up and found the problem.

——Is this high? what about cooky?

——The first picture is not on it, maybe it is a new tactic.

——cooky will definitely be on the show, ms is ready to challenge.

MS challenged Saburo, but Su Wenle knew nothing about it.

Wearing a mask, with only his eyes exposed, he sat in the first row of the auditorium, and he was right across from Guan Hong.

Just like Guan Hong was watching him from the audience.

Now, it was his turn to look at Guan Hong.

Su Wenle felt emotional.

The world is impermanent, when he was sitting on the stage watching Guan Hong, how could he have thought that Guan Hong would also sit on the stage watching him one day.

The worst player in history is probably him, this——

Ah cut!

——He is like this.

The music of the venue sounded, representing the audience.

Five MS fans came together and occupied the first row under the leadership of Judy.

"Do you want to take a group photo and I'll take a photo for you?"

"They will come out of the passage later, you can receive gifts by sitting here."

"There is an activity during the intermission. If you want to participate, don't be afraid, I will help you as an interpreter."

Simply serving as the team leader for five fans, Judy did an exceptional job.

Even in the short time when fans entered the arena one after another, Su Wenle felt that they were already familiar with each other.

The fans are all lovely young ladies. They wear ms short-sleeved team uniforms, accompanied by shorts or short skirts, full of vigor.

And Su Wenle was wearing his coat.

In such a comparison, he is simply not professional enough.

Because Su Wenle wasn't wearing a team uniform, the fans' eyes flicked past him, looking for other curious targets.

In the international arena where we meet by chance, the stranger next to us is the same as the passenger on the same plane. No one knows whether the black-haired one is Chinese or Korean.

The ladies and sisters glanced at Su Wenle several times, but they didn't realize who he was.

Sure enough, he doesn't have the charm that fans can instantly recognize like Guan Hong.

Su Wenle pouted, completely forgetting that he was just a masked man who didn't even wear a team uniform.

The venue opened for less than 5 minutes, and the VIP seats in the front row were already full.

Su Wenle finally realized that something was wrong.

He looked up to the rear and the right row. The seats were filled with pink and white, and they were all Osaka 46 team uniforms.

Moreover, they are all wearing pink cherry blossom team uniforms... Bulky guys!

Not even a female fan!

"Are the Japanese booking the venue today?"

"It seems to be their Osaka 46 autograph session after the game."

"Osaka is doing fan charter flights, Judy, let's MS do it too, haha."

The ms people took pictures while chatting.

The venue should be an extremely noisy place for whispering, but their voices seemed abrupt.

Su Wenle felt that the VIP auditorium was very strange.

Said to be a fan of Osaka, the behavior is too uniform, quietly talking in a low voice, or blowing inflatable cheering sticks.

No one shouted, no one slouched.

Facing Su Wenle's curious gaze, the other party would stare at him until he turned his head back.

These sakura warriors didn't smile at all, and they all looked solemn, waiting for the opening, as if they were facing a big enemy.

Su Wenle looked at those people, and was gradually forced back by all kinds of sharp eyes.

Fortunately, he is surrounded by a group of young ladies.

Gentle, cute and beautiful, as expected, she is the best fan of MS!

"Isn't cooky the starter?" The fans around Su Wenle suddenly exclaimed.

She just saw the photos of the starting players released by ms.

"Then what about Saburo? I thought I would be able to see the battle of the century!" Another young lady immediately asked the insider for help, "Judy, did Cooky not appear in the first picture, or not this time?" up?"

Of course, Judy would not sell inside information, but said euphemistically: "Cooky probably won't be on, but it still depends on the coach's arrangement."

Su Wenle thought to himself: I am here, what kind of game am I playing, and how should I play the game.

"Ah!"

His eyes were dry due to illness, and itched a little in the cold wind.

After hearing this, the young ladies felt sorry for each other.

"I hope Cooky can come up, otherwise Saburo's gauntlet will be for nothing."

"If you don't play in vain, you can also play Guan Hong. For the sake of cooky, Guan Hong will definitely win."

"I don't know what the agreement is... If Osaka wins and goes back to his hometown to get married... Wow, I don't dare to think about it."

"If you want to get married, cooky and Guan Hong get married, okay? No third party!"

Su Wenle was still wondering what the "war letter" was, so Zhu Di smiled and said, "Cooky won't agree to such a thing casually, because he will be hung up and beaten by Guan Hong."

"Excuse me ma'am, what's the matter with Cookie?"

Standard English sounded from the back row, causing them to turn their heads to look.

Judy hadn't heard the name "lady" for a long time, and she couldn't believe it for a while.

The person who asked the question kept a kind smile, and even his English seemed gentle.

He was in stark contrast to the serious cherry-blossom man beside him, but everyone was staring at Judy intently.

The aura of the other party's auditorium was too strong and terrifying, and Judy couldn't recover.

He politely waited for Judy to reply, and then repeated the question.

"Oh, because Morning Star said that they won't send Cooky to play in the first game, so we're discussing it." Judy replied.

Hearing that Cooky wasn't going to play, a ripple of surprise emerged from the back row.

"Then, why didn't you let Cooky play?" Mr. Ami continued to ask.

"The coach's arrangement."

"Will Cooky play in the second picture?"

"I am not very sure."

"What about the third picture? If it's just the coach's tactical arrangement, it's not like he won't play today."

"This one……"

The gentleman was smiling, holding an inflatable fuel stick in his hand, but his questioning was not as gentle as his expression and words.

The attitude of getting to the bottom of the matter is obvious. Judy feels that even if she says "I don't know" in every picture, this person will ask why again.

As if, the other party knew that she knew the truth.

Judy has never encountered such a battle, a whole row of people staring at her.

Just to wait for her to answer "Will Cooky play" and "Why not".

Zhu Di looked at Su Wenle.

Su Wenle looked at Judy.

"Then what shall I say?" Judy asked for his opinion.

Su Wenle:? ? ?

"What?" Su Wenle asked with a question mark, but Judy didn't translate, he couldn't understand the long string of standard English, okay?

As soon as he made a sound, the row of Mr. Sakura all looked at him.

The fierce man's eyes were too sharp, and even Mr. Kind, who asked questions in English, had a sinister smile.

Su Wenle is fearless.

Anyway, being seen by a man will not lose a piece of meat.

"They want to know... Ah." Judy suddenly remembered that the fans were there, and lowered her voice, "They want to know why you didn't play."

"I'm sick." Su Wenle whispered, "It's not something that can't be said."

With the consent of the contestants, Judy quickly repeated in English: "cooky is sick and resting."

"Thank you."

Got an answer.

These men leaned forward, leaned back in their chairs, and began an internal exchange.

Without the oppressive feeling of a group of fierce men watching, the first row of auditorium returned to relaxation.

And the language of communication in the back row changed to Japanese, and spread out circle by circle, passing the news that Cooky was ill to the ears of every audience wearing the cherry blossom-colored team uniform.

Su Wenle felt that the atmosphere became solemn.

But he was at a loss.

Could it be that he is so famous in Japan?

These fans not only want to watch Osaka 46, but also him?

This kind of thinking is too crazy, even he himself finds it unbelievable.

But this group of fierce cherry blossoms nodded while talking, as if they were in a business meeting to discuss details, which made him super curious about the content of the topic.

He is not very familiar with the players of Osaka 46.

But he remembered Saburo.

That young man with a handsome face and sharp eyes stared at people, as if a ferocious beast was aiming at its prey.

He plays the c position well and is very polite.

When shaking hands at that time, Saburo said Japanese that Su Bunle could not understand, and would nod and bow down to apologize, and then repeat it in English.

Although he can't understand English, he has fully experienced the friendliness and loveliness of the Japanese with his heart.

Japanese fans exchange topics he doesn't understand.

Fans of the Chinese department openly chatted about the love and hatred between Saburo and Cooky.

"During the World Cup, I discovered that Cooky was targeting Saburo!"

"Yeah, Roadhog's hook keeps catching him, it's almost on purpose."

"Even if men's appointments are boring, I still hope that Saburo and Cooky's appointments can be a little more interesting."

"I should tell after the game. I have already followed Saburo and Osaka 46 on Twitter, and I will wait for them to make it public."

"Why don't you pay attention to cooky, wait for cooky to say."

"Cooky Weibo never responds to messages, comments and private messages have been bombed, there is no response, don't read."

The repeated "promise" in the young lady's mouth made Su Wenle even more confused.

"Judy, Judy." Su Wenle asked in a low voice, "Did Saburo say anything?"

Zhu Di felt that Su Wenle must have inherited all the unreliable side of MS, so he was indifferent to his own affairs.

Inside and outside the game, Saburo's declaration of war and the challenge of MS were discussed.

The incident itself, knew nothing about it.

She thought that Su Wenle was arguing to come to the scene because he wanted to see his teammates help him defeat Osaka and directly appreciate Saburo's resentful expression.

Facts have proved that her thinking is too complicated, not suitable for ms' silly, white and sweet contestants.

"Saburo said that today he wants to fulfill his promise with you."

"What agreement?!" Su Wenle was startled.

Judy was also shocked, "Don't you even know the agreement you made!"