[Full-time master] Tyranny's boss

No matter how noisy everyone is usually, the usual playfulness disappears without a trace when they are on the field, and the only thing left is to take the game seriously.

This sentence is mainly for Zhang Jiale, it has nothing to do with you.

Because you are not playing.

So whether it's the regular season, the playoffs or the finals, you can only sit in your seat and watch their games.

You are quiet, the only restless thing is your messy hands.

Su Su complained that after retiring, you are right that you have no feelings in your hands.

Because while watching the game, you're using your left hand to abuse your right hand, and your right hand to abuse your left hand.I'm afraid that my hands won't be the same because of this.

Su Su is afraid that one day you will get worse and take the hands of the people next to you.

You replied: "I am devoted to Lao Han, why would I do something to make him jealous."

When Su Su continued to ask you, what if Han Wenqing sat next to you?

Your answer is that you hope that he will not have the opportunity to sit next to you in the past few years.

Because Han Wenqing can sit next to you during the competition, either he has retired, or it proves that Tyranny has no chance of being the champion.

Throughout the ninth season, Tyranny didn't give you the chance to have your boyfriend watch the game by your side.

But, it stopped here.

——In this place closest to the championship.

Knowing that their physical strength is declining, your rationality tells you that the possibility of Samsara defeating Tyranny is very high, but your sensibility tells you that Tyranny is the chosen one for this season.

Two phases collide, and emotion almost wins out, but the champion is never determined by one person's thoughts.

Samsara won, Tyranny lost, and that was the result.

Your intellect triumphs over your emotions at this moment.

The concrete manifestation is that you didn't shed tears like other Tyranny fans around you, and the tears didn't even roll in your eye sockets.

"Go back." You patted Su Su's shoulder.

In order not to show her sadness, Su Su's face was very stiff, and she moved her mouth several times before she could speak.

"Well, be careful not to leave things here."

You didn't bring much, just a mobile phone, a bunch of keys, and knowing that it was part of the alliance's plan to make money, you jumped in and bought Tyranny's official cheering light stick.

Considering the possibility of you being recognized, the two of you sat in your seats for a while after a brief inspection before leaving.

Su Su returned directly to the club, and she is still rooted in the club's dormitory.

And you are back at Han Wenqing's house.

It's not his parents' house, it's a house he bought himself but hangs there more than 360 days out of 200 five days a year.

Except for the summer break, Han Wenqing hired housekeepers to clean up, so you only bought some food you needed in the supermarket.

As for changing clothes, you are a person who often occupies the magpie's nest, so naturally part of the wardrobe in this house is also allocated to you.

The supper you added to yourself is very simple, the entry-level egg fried rice for beginners.

Putting the bowl aside, you turn on your computer and watch the postgame interview.

Everyone is in good shape.

You relax a little bit.

But the real recovery is yet to come.

The post-match interviews were never short of hot spots. You could see that when it was Samsara's turn to interview, a reporter himself said that Xingxin, a new team that had just been promoted from the Challenger League, had the goal of being the champion next season.

Most people would think that Xingxin was joking, but you know, what Xingxin said was true.

You don't know much about Xingxin, but you know Ye Xiu, the most shameless member of the league who finally brought his real vest to the stage.

Thinking of the days and nights of being abused by Ye Xiu, you gritted your teeth.

"Fuck Ye Xiu to death!"

Still feeling imposing enough, he slammed the table.

...Hands hurt a bit.

Han Wenqing returned to his home the day after the competition.

You forgot to tell him earlier, but he didn't react much when he came in and saw you watching a movie wrapped in a quilt on the sofa with the air conditioner on.

You believe he found it when he opened the lock.

After all, you are the only one who can enter this house without the habit of locking it.

"Isn't it because I was afraid that you would be too shy to mention it, so I took the initiative to help you warm your bed in advance." You gave a very shameless explanation for your forgetting behavior.

"That's why I didn't buy vegetables, and I couldn't make fish-flavored pork shreds and Coca-Cola chicken wings."

You successfully choked on Han Wenqing.

These two dishes are your favourites, but you, a culinary LV1 slag, naturally can't do this kind of skill that can only be learned by going up to LV5.

you stare at-

"Now I'm going out to buy."

Han Wenqing noticed that your gaze had shifted from the TV screen to himself, and made a guess based on the above.

"Is my image in your heart so low?" You questioned Han Wenqing.

"It's not that low." Han Wenqing looked at you, "Just send me what you want to eat."

You've got Han Wenqing's so-called high image, where is the high image.

"It really has nothing to do with eating this time." You muttered and got out of the quilt, "How about a hug, friend."

Without asking why, Han Wenqing stepped forward and wrapped you in his arms. You felt his body temperature and took the opportunity to rub his cheek.

"Han Wenqing, I want to raise a cat."

"If you want to raise it, then raise it."

"Can't you guess why I want to have a cat?"

"Why?" Han Wenqing asked cooperatively.

"Of course it's because sucking a cat is much more comfortable than sucking you."

You stopped rubbing, and your body just limply lay on Han Wenqing's body.

"But don't worry, I like you the most, the kind that the whole world likes."

You heard Han Wenqing's response.

"Me too."