To play is to win!

Where to help?

This question is serious and worthy of deep consideration.

Su Wenle thought for a while, and when Guan Hong stood up, he said seriously: "If you are afraid that you will not be able to urinate if you have a fever, I can help you."

Guan Hong laughed out loud, and couldn't stop coughing in his throat.

Originally, he told Su Wenle to lie down obediently by talking nonsense, but this guy didn't receive his signal accurately at all.

The tone is still very serious, maybe he agrees, and he can really do it.

"Don't..." Guan Hong laughed until his cheeks flushed, "You helped me, I cough, cough, stay here!"

Guan Hong almost ran away when he went to the bathroom.

Solve the problem quickly and get on the bed.

"Go to sleep."

If you don't sleep, you will have to laugh this night.

Guan Hong was coughing lightly all night, Su Wenle asked in a super low voice, "Do you want some water", but got no answer.

Guan Hong just coughed, but he didn't wake up because he was too tired.

Su Wenle couldn't help thinking that when she was sick, her mother would ask her about her health all day long, and she would be woken up to take medicine when she had a bad cough.

Suddenly a little homesick.

He has only been out for less than two weeks, and he calls two or three times a day to report his safety.

Although it was full of white lies, saying that he and Xie Qi and his classmates had a good time going out, but at night I was still a little worried.

There are still a few days to come...

Su Wenle has seen the schedule, after the third match of ms, no matter the winner or loser, there is only the last match left.

If you win, you can compete for the championship.

If you lose, you will compete for the third place.

He doesn't care about winning or losing. Even after the two main games, the joy and shouts of victory made his soul tremble with excitement, but it doesn't mean that he is a person who is obsessed with winning.

Su Wenle is no stranger to the word defeat.

Basically, in three games, there will be one loss.

Even if it was his first offline match, he had lost.

But it's not the same as ms.

Su Wenle can feel the completely different persistence of his teammates on the field.

They chatted about funny things and joked with each other between breaks, but when the game started, everyone was serious.

Zhang Si no longer showed off his strength.

Lin Xiaoke stopped shaking the mouse blindly.

Zhou Anming and Li Qin were as quiet as ever.

Everyone was waiting for Guan Hong's voice.

The strong cohesion of this team has evolved into the combat effectiveness of the arena.

Defeat enemies that stand in their way to make them stronger.

But Guan Hong was ill.

Su Wenle didn't notice it himself, his thoughts gradually diverged too much, and he turned around and returned to Guan Hong.

He knew how hard it was to be sick.

The strength of ms may suffer a lot from this.

Maybe, ms will lose.

Listening to Guan Hong coughing from time to time, Su Wenle was in a daze, and a thought vaguely rose in his heart.

If ms loses, Guan Hong will be very sad.

It's like four months have passed, and he can't forget the mistakes and defeats in the international arena.

Obviously the third runner-up is already very good.

When it was close to noon, Teacher Yang finally planned to come to the door to wake people up.

When he opened the door, he was startled.

Guan Hong and Su Wenle slept on the same bed.

Su Wenle curled up pitifully in a corner, holding a corner of the quilt.

But his feet were stuffed into the rolled-up Guan Hong quilt.

Captain Big Brother's love for protecting the calf does not exist, and the quilt is all on Guan Hong.

It's so overbearing!

"Get up!" Teacher Yang clapped the two guys to wake them up, "Aren't you crowded!"

Su Wenle opened his eyes, but his mind was still not clear.

But he immediately rolled over and got out of bed, explaining, "I'm afraid he'll catch fire again at night and won't be able to wake me up."

Teacher Yang:……

"Then what, I drank Banlangen, and my body is strong, so I won't be infected.

"All right."

Teacher Yang couldn't say much, watching Guan Hong slowly unfold his body from the quilt, and slowly sit up again.

It looks like he is seriously ill, and it will take time to recover his usual gentleness and rationality.

Teacher Yang sighed.

"Eat lunch, take medicine, Guan Hong will give another injection in the afternoon."

Hearing the injection, Guan Hong really woke up.

"I'm fine, I don't need any more injections. If you don't believe me, take your temperature."

Teacher Yang said, "I'll get an injection when I'm done, so as not to relapse."

Su Wenle thought that Guan Hong was very interesting.

When it comes to injections, it seems like trying to escape from the sea of ​​suffering.

However, under the power of the coach, it is useless for him to resist.

Guan Hong still coughed, but the temperature dropped a lot, only slightly hot.

When eating, Guan Hong's taste became very light.

Don't stick to spicy food, don't eat meat, and become a vegetarian animal.

Moreover, there is no food for Su Wenle.

"I'm afraid I'll infect you." Guan Hong coughed, "It's really troublesome to be sick."

Can't fully cheer up, can't speak freely, and can't feed Su Wenle.

Very uncomfortable.

It was the main game in the evening, and they also made an appointment for a training session.

Team fne, Su Wenle still hadn't heard of it.

Before the training started, Guan Hong said, "Lin Xiaoke and Zhou Anming pay attention to command."

He coughed and continued, "cooky, trust your own judgment."

In a training match, Guan Hong perfectly accomplished the observation and reporting of the assault position, and did not participate in the main command.

Su Wenle was not used to it, but as long as Lin Xiaoke yelled, he could still go to support quickly.

However, several times subconsciously chose to protect Guan Hong.

Since Su Wenle is required to trust his own judgment, it doesn't hurt him to play freely.

The entire scrim was relatively easy to win.

Unfortunately, Guan Hong's low cough never stopped.

Although the fever subsided, the cough has not stopped.

Guan Hong, who was struggling not to get an injection, arrived at the hospital under the personal escort of Teacher Yang because of a cough.

Because, if Guan Hong refuses, Brother Meng will ask for a job.

Maybe it was because Guan Hong was much more awake, and the injection process became quicker without any entanglements.

But Guan Hong's complexion has not been very good.

"Tonight's game, are you okay?" Su Wenle was worried.

When I asked, I felt that I was asking in vain.

It is impossible for Guan Hong to rest, because ms can no longer find a seventh substitute.

"something wrong."

Guan Hong said seriously.

Su Wenle was suddenly worried.

Although the body is more important, Guan Hong is obviously not someone who would give up just because of a headache.

Su Wenle knew that he still had the awareness that minor injuries could not leave the line of fire.

But Guan Hong actually said that there was a problem, which scared Su Wenle to death.

Su Wenle was frightened, afraid that Guan Hong would suddenly collapse.

However, Guan Hong said: "I just finished the injection. I will have to sit for a long time in the game, will the needle eye hurt..."

Su Wenle had nothing to say.

He felt that Guan Hong was a little bored.

It's like, after being ill, the "serious factor" fails, and when you can't hold back, you start to get angry.

He said, "Guan Hong, how did you become like this?"

"Ok?"

"Gentleness and seriousness are not suitable for you at all. It feels like...you show your true nature when you are sick and let yourself go."

Guan Hong's smile suddenly became a little sinister.

Stretching out his hand and pinching the back of Zhu Wenle's neck viciously, he said, "I'm telling the truth, do you think I'm wrong?"

"Hey hey." Su Wenle smirked for a while.

He said: "It's not disgusting! Really not! I just feel that your great image is gradually collapsing in my heart, like a god of death. It looks cruel and ruthless. You are essentially a comedian hahaha."

Guan Hong squeezed harder.

Su Wenle laughed while hiding.

"I'm praising you, praising you."

"I'm obviously trying to tell jokes to comfort you, but you still have to make progress, which makes me so sad." Guan Hong finally laughed, his tone full of condemnation.

"Obviously you are the patient who needs comfort, why do you care about me?"

Guan Hong smiled hoarsely, and coughed again.

He said: "Because, I know the lower limit and upper limit of all the players, but I don't know yours."

Guan Hong was even afraid that his illness would affect Su Wenle's performance.

Such a dva that relies on itself, in the fast-paced arena, without its own command, what should it do if it doesn't perform well.

He could bluntly say that Su Wenle decided the outcome of the game.

Tonight, he doesn't want to lose.

"I'll do my best."

"Really?"

"Ok!"

Su Wenle is very serious.

It may be that he is ill, Guan Hong has difficulty distinguishing his heart.

It seems that there is a trace of doubt, under the influence of pessimistic factors, slowly popping up.

No, you can't, he's just here to help.

Guan Hong is very clear about Su Wenle's character, and he is too serious, which is beyond Su Wenle's tolerance.

He had no choice but to say half-jokingly and half-seriously: "Then, shall we make a small agreement?"

Su Wenle waited for him to continue.

"MS was once rubbed against the ground by Rutern. This feud has been going on for almost two years. No matter how many times I beat them, I still remember it clearly."

He laughed at himself, "A narrow-minded captain like me is very good at holding grudges. So, I don't want to lose tonight."

Guan Hong no longer has the consolation that he didn't care about winning or losing before.

He knew Su Wenle's strength and the new limit of ms.

He felt that Su Wenle could bear higher demands, so he became a bit iron-blooded and cruel.

Even if, Su Wenle acted with the kindness of righteousness.

Maybe it was because of his illness, which allowed him to make willful demands on Su Wenle by relying on his status as a patient, without any psychological burden.

"We're going to win," he said.

And, must win.