I heard that my ex-boyfriend is my new teammate

The regular season won two out of three games, and ELM lost in a panic in the first game.

The second set is their life and death game. If they lose, they go home and find their own mothers. If they win, they come back against the wind.

It wasn't the first time Congee was ordered in a crisis, and he adapted very well. The harvest game in the second set was like God's help, and he played extraordinarily fiercely with a gun in his hand.

But after all, he hasn't played a team game properly with other teammates for several months. After Skin transferred to the club, he was arranged to be the new tactical core, and all the cooperation with his teammates was to ensure his resource advantage.

And Congee was relegated from the starting player to an idle substitute on the bench. In addition to his own requirements to maintain the same amount of training in the base, he was pulled by the new manager and had a new arrangement to pass the time.

Its euphemistic name is "Those who can do more work", but in fact it is "recycling of waste".

After all, Skin and his new teammates need a long period of adjustment, and he has been making appointments with other teams in the training games. Since then, the ID Congee will not appear again, and his position has been replaced by this new foreign aid.

Someone once asked him, but Congee is not a person who likes to gossip behind his back, and when asked about it by a few friends from other teams, he just dismissed it with a casual sentence, "Don't the elderly just like to take care of children".

Although anyone in the industry who knows something can see that Congee has been killed by ELM, but this stupid donkey who is about to be sharpened doesn't care, and continues to give This black-hearted rich man grinds his face.

Less than 10 minutes into the second round, Congee took away four or five of KWC's forty heads one after another, but even if he had supernatural powers, he couldn't stand his teammate giving them away like a gourd baby saving grandpa.

What broke the first game was not only the win or loss of the game, but also the mentality of the players.

In terms of mentality, ELM is far inferior to today's KWC. Peng can not only arrange the tactical layout, but also adjust the emotional state of his teammates in time. The theory of whips and candies is perfectly played by Shen Qiuming.

Among other things, once KWC plays the game and pulls the hips, the Internet is so ruthless, but in the end it is far less than half of the damage output of its own team. Even the first sentence of the unscrupulous fans in the live broadcast room has become habitual. "Trolls stop and let the KWC teammates do it themselves."

KWC's daily anti-stress training is top-notch, and no one can match it, so there is very little dead silence or quarrel in their team channel.

Fortunately, the role of Congee's backbone is not for nothing. As a veteran player, he naturally understands the importance of mentality. After taking over the baton, he calmly gave orders to his teammates in the channel and adjusted the rhythm of the game.

In the end, relying on the slight advantage of catching up with two heads, KWC won the second round of the regular season with a score of 2-0.

Shen Qiuming took off the earphones and let out a long breath, then slowly let go of the mouse.

His fingertips were still trembling slightly at this moment, but his whole body and mind relaxed again.

Shen Qiuming claimed that he was not a good person, but he planned to be a chivalrous man, but he couldn't help but think carefully. It was one thing to sympathize with Congee, but another thing to use him as a whetstone.

Teamfights with Skin can't be said to be worthless, but it's far less challenging than Congee, because before it's their turn to work hard, this unruly wolf from the North American division has already dismantled their own wolf pack for them torn apart.

Who doesn't want to win the game easily, Shen Qiuming also wants to, but he can't.

Growth requires experience. Actual competition is always more convincing than rhetoric. Congee is a hurdle he has set.

Deer originally planned to slow down the first match to paralyze the opponent. He knew that with Skin's rebellious character, ELM's defeat would be inevitable sooner or later.

KWC can win, but they must win by a narrow margin. A trick that pretends to be alive in exchange for a second easy and painless winning streak is the most cost-effective deal for them.

However, the screenwriter Shen in the crew was disobedient, so he modified the perfect script he had written on the spur of the moment, while our actors, a new father and three old sons, all obeyed his orders without any complaints.

KWC's fast-paced blitz made ELM feel a chilling sense of crisis, so they had to replace the veteran who was sitting on the bench without Congee even asking for it.

Shen Qiuming is coercing ELM to let Congee play, and this veteran who is his friend on and off the field should not be buried.

There is only one champion, but there are many worthy opponents.

He wants to let the group of ELM management who think they are guiding the country see the value of Congee again.

As for the other party's plan to stay or stay in the future, that's not his business, or he will advise this friend on some good places, but he doesn't bother to deliberately plan and induce.

But no matter what, Shen Qiuming always kept a clear line between public and private.

Congee is a truly capable faction. Shen Qiuming hopes that his young teammates can overcome the hurdle he has painstakingly set for them, because the road ahead will only be full of thorns, and it will become more and more difficult.

Fortunately, his teammates lived up to his expectations. They still gritted their teeth and held on despite Congee's series of fierce pursuits. Their tactics were perfectly coordinated, and there were no major mistakes in marksmanship. They insisted on fighting steadily for the second round.

It is undeniable that the moment he won the game, he felt extremely proud.

The sharp edge of the sword was sharpened. The sword in his hand looked like a rusty iron blunt knife, but it was actually a magic weapon that cut iron like mud.

Shen Qiuming got up from the gaming chair, stretched his arms and gave Luo Beichen a hug, with a smile that couldn't be concealed from the corners of his eyes and brows.

He leaned close to the other person's ear, whispered softly, with a slight tremor at the end, and couldn't stop his joy: "Achen, I'm so happy..."

Luo Beichen stroked his back, his eyes were full of tenderness, "Mingming, you have to remember, this is just the beginning."

There is still a long, long, long way to go, but Shen Qiuming is no longer alone, because he and they are there.

No matter what, I will accompany you through the rest of the way.

This is the unspoken promise Mr. Luo gave to his wife.

ELM lost two games in a row. They shook hands with their heads drooping and were not in high spirits. The young Tofu wanted to dig a hole and bury himself.

Today, his hip-pull operation is not normal, and nine out of ten will be pushed to the forefront of public opinion. The Sima comment has probably maxed out his private letters by now, and he is taking jujube pills.

Jiang Yinan, who was also a support, patted him on the shoulder after shaking hands, and said meaningfully: "Tofu, although we play as supports, we are not Cuscuta, good brothers of Shunfeng, and Nifeng didn't chirp, just let him die. "

Tofu was enlightened: "...What the hell?"

Jiang Yibei grabbed his younger brother, patted his butt without leaving any traces, urged Jiang Yinan to move on, then turned around and shook hands with Tofu, "Don't listen to Jiang Xiaonan's nonsense, resist the pressure and be yourself."

Tofu shook his head crazily, and his face had changed into a yearning expression: "No, no, no, I have been taught."

Jiang Yibei: "..."

He didn't pay attention to one of them, and his sand sculpture brother successfully persecuted another pure assistant.

Well, let's take care of the law at home.

A trace of unwillingness flashed in Congee's eyes when he lost the game, but he was relieved in an instant.He was originally sent to save the field, and he went all out during the game, and owed nothing to anyone.

If ELM succeeds in allowing one to chase two, it means that the coach's tactical arrangement is good. He is the savior descended from the gods. If ELM loses another game and has his head shaved, he will become the sandbag who comes to cover Skin's spray.

This is a double-edged sword.

But a rational and understanding person can see that Congee didn't pull his hips for a minute in the whole game, and it was all blood mother carries. However, it took too long for his teammates to adjust their state, and KWC is not a vegetarian.

All in all, there are regrets, but he has a clear conscience.

Shen Qiuming shook his hand and withdrew it, fearing that his husband would become jealous again, "Grandpa porridge."

On the field, he was shot three times in a row by Congee, his face was contorted with a smile, and his tone was somber that he asked his teammates to set up a trap to lure the dog into it, and closed the door to beat the dog.

It's a pity that I went in, but in the end I still didn't forget to die with him, and took Peng's head one by one.

Luo Beichen's voice was freezing cold at that time, restrained and suppressed, "What's the matter, you two still play a fucking Titanic?"

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Shen Qiuming frowned: "Let your mother's mule turn around and fart, don't talk nonsense."

Luo Beichen's voice was low, showing a trace of coolness: "When the game is over, you are over."

Shen Qiuming: "..."

Endure the calm for a while, and take a step back, the more you think about it, the more angry you become.

Shen Qiuming thought so, quickly withdrew his claws, looked at Congee in front of him with a half-smile, and asked lazily, "Is it cool to sit on the bench?"

Congee looked down at him slowly, raised the corner of his mouth, raised a frivolous brow, and said casually: "It doesn't matter, anyway, it will be good if you can play once."

Fuck you, he's lying.

"Then you have to thank me well." Shen Qiuming narrowed his eyes and said lightly.

Congee responded lightly: "It's rare to come to City E, I'll treat you tonight."

"Okay——" Shen Qiuming had just uttered a word, but Luo Beichen who was behind him forced his head off, hooked his shoulders and pushed forward.

At the same time, a man's deep and hoarse voice sounded from behind him, mostly dissatisfied, with a hint of surlyness hidden, "How can there be so many words when you shake hands."

Shen Qiuming was speechless.

You're the one, don't you just say a word, how can you be so jealous.

I got it sour.

If he turned his head, he could probably see Luo Beichen's handsome face covered with dark clouds again, so he simply wouldn't look back.

"Let's go, let's go home after work." Shen Qiuming patiently pulled Luo Beichen's hand on his shoulder, changed to a backward position, and shouted indecently, "My brother Chen is a big critic today! Repeated horizontal strokes Jump, brother Chen is the most shining!"

"Shut up." The man scolded him in an awkward low voice, but he still held the hand tightly with him.

Feeling that the strength of holding hands was slightly tighter, Shen Qiuming smiled slightly, with a full smile in his eyes.

Is this a relief?

He got closer, and then heard Luo Beichen muttering a few words irritably behind him, so he couldn't help pricking up his ears to listen carefully.

"Tsk, why can't my wife get pregnant?"

"Discharging outside all day, I am so worried."

Shen Qiuming: "..."

Good father Chen, if you say you are stupid, you are stupid.