The E-Sports Circle's Toxic Assembly Camp

Until returning to the base after returning to China, Wuhoo still felt a little brooding about the training games they played with GH before the finals.

I didn’t feel anything at first, but when I thought about it, I felt something was wrong: “Hey, I just remembered now, why do so many top players from our professional teams go to practice with them? At that time, I felt something The place is so weird that I haven't figured it out, in this situation, shouldn't the manager ask GH to charge some training fees?"

Come smiled and said, "You didn't end anyway, so I just played a few random games when I went up, so it won't happen."

"That's the problem." Wuhoo just came back from the attending doctor, holding his wrist carefully, but the more he thought about it, the more something went wrong, "The PPA who played the shooter position was a newcomer of GH, right? Think about me as a newcomer At that time, it seemed that there was no such a good treatment, and he could still let the dignified Demon King come to support him?"

Come coughed lowly: "I don't think it's anything."

"But I think there is a problem." Wuhoo frowned, emphatically, "You are my assistant!"

Come looked up: "Now you know that I am your assistant? When I asked you to pay attention to rest earlier, why didn't you know how to listen to the persuasion. I never thought that if you can't keep your hands well, I will 'Your support' is going to find a new marksman to play bot lane with."

Wuhoo's words faltered, and the arrogance in front of him immediately restrained a lot because he knew that he was wrong.

He lowered his voice and muttered softly: "Didn't I already know that I was wrong... Besides, I worked so hard to give our team a good result! It's what you said, what do you mean by 'find a new one? Shooters go down the road together'?"

There was a pause at this point, and the eyebrows twitched: "But what you said is quite frivolous, don't you want to do this a long time ago?"

Come usually puts on contact lenses when he goes out. There is no competition this time, and he is wearing a gold frame for daily use. Wen Yan gently pushed it with his fingertips.

Not knowing whether to laugh or cry, he simply followed the words and said, "Whether you want to change your partner or not depends on whether you know how to take care of yourself. If you continue to be careless like before, your hands will fly away. Even if I don't want to change, it seems that I can't help but choose."

Wuhoo looked at Come silently for a while, then looked away: "If you look at my performance, then you will never want to change partners in your life! You should have heard what the doctor said just now. The diagnosis results are all down. As long as I can continue Follow the doctor's orders and treat well, and you will be able to return to the field in a hurry."

Come raised his eyebrows noncommittally: "I hope so."

If Wuhoo could really be a willing and obedient person, he wouldn't be able to secretly give himself additional training, which would eventually lead to the development of a very simple hand injury to the current state.

The two walked across the hall and walked into the training room side by side.

At a glance, I saw a group of people surrounding the central computer.

Wuhoo probed: "What are you looking at?"

The other members of Three looked up at the sound, and asked in unison without rushing to answer: "You are back! How is it? What did the doctor say?"

"I've seen it, don't worry, the doctor said that there is no bone injury, just take care of it." Come also knew that everyone was very concerned about the injury after the world championship, and after answering concisely, he repeated Take a look at Wuhoo's question just now, "What are you looking at?"

Knowing that Wuhoo's hand was fine, everyone's hearts were completely relieved.

Three's mid laner withdrew his gaze and let the computer screen out: "You have been running to the hospital these days, maybe you have forgotten it? After the World Championship, it's time for the All-Star round. The official website has just released the official Now the major clubs are actively doing public relations to canvass votes. Come and see, it’s very lively.”

Wuhoo leaned over curiously: "The fight was fierce! Where is our club, did you give our bot laner Gemini a good cheer?"

"What else do you want to get tickets for? Do you think your hands are not serious enough?" Come heard this sentence, and couldn't help but frowned, "For this kind of entertainment, let the manager directly talk to the organizer. I won't be participating this year."

"Don't, why don't you participate? There is no one in support who can fight with you, right? Why don't you go if you're sure to win?" Wuhoo instructed his teammates to help him switch to the support voting interface, and he saw that Come was at the top at a glance. The number of votes, "Look, it's five times that of No.2, everyone expects it, okay? God C, if you don't go, the fans will cry to death."

Come lowered his eyes: "Then ask if you can be excluded alone."

"That's even worse." Wuhoo raised his tone a little bit, "I just said earlier that I want to find a new shooter partner. I have to watch you more closely for the All-Star Game."

As soon as the words fell, the other members of Three looked back in shock: "Team C, our team wants to sign a new shooter?!"

Come: "..."

After a long while, he choked out a sentence with some headache: "It's nothing, don't listen to Wuhoo's nonsense."

Wuhoo laughed: "To prove that I'm talking nonsense, don't interfere with our Three's bot lane Gemini going to the All-Star Game and have a good time."

Come glanced at him, turned around and left without saying a word.

Seeing Come's expression, Wuhoo knew that the joke was a bit too much, so he gave his teammates a look and hurriedly followed.

Judging from the route Come walked, it was obviously the direction to the dormitory.

Wuhoo followed step by step, occasionally glanced at the bright weather outside from the corner of his eye, and squinted his eyes slightly under the dazzling sunlight, his usual carefree expression was immediately diluted a lot.

The two of them fell into a long silence without speaking.

When he passed the corner of the stairs, Come was about to reach out to touch the key, only to hear a sudden "ouch" from the person behind him, and ran to Wuhoo on a reflex, and carefully held up his hand: "Where is that?" hurt?"

The words fell, and there was no reply for a long time. When he looked up again, Come happened to meet a pair of smiling eyes, looking at him so close: "..."

I don't know where I have fallen into someone's way again.

Come's already unhappy face darkened a bit, and he whispered: "Don't make fun of this kind of thing in the future."

Wuhoo looked innocent: "I'm not joking. I was trying to touch the key just now, but I accidentally touched it. It's not a fake. It's not like you didn't see how painful it was during the morning treatment."

This is true, but as soon as he mentioned the scene of the treatment in the morning, Wuhoo's pale face from the pain flashed in Come's mind, and the corners of his mouth were immediately lowered.

"If you know it hurts, go back and have a good rest. Don't do so much fuss." Come said, he turned around and was about to leave when he heard an "ouch" from the person behind him, and his steps stopped again.When he spoke again, he was full of helplessness: "What do you really want?"

"I don't want to do anything." Wuhoo looked at his captain's face with a smile, and leaned closer, his tone softened a lot, "I just want to tell you, maybe I did have a lot of things that I didn't pay attention to before, but After this year's World Championship, I really know how to measure. Luni and DeMen have retired one after another. I was really sad when I saw the news, and I felt the importance of this arena even more. Such a good partner , I still want to play games all the time, how can I be willing to make fun of my career so easily."

Come could feel Wuhoo's gaze, and his expression gradually became less blunt with the words: "Now that you know, then listen to me, go back and tell the manager, let him contact the official alliance..."

Wuhoo interrupted the following words in a nonchalant manner: "You also know that I am afraid of pain, and I am also afraid of ending my career prematurely, so I will definitely be very obedient to cooperate with recuperation during this time. The start of the All-Star Game is the same anyway. It will be more than a month later, the doctor only said not to do too much training in the past month, and at that time, if you take part in some entertainment events, there shouldn’t be any major problems, right?”

Wuhoo looked at Come's face while being persuasive: "You said that you haven't touched the game for so long, and such a simple request can't satisfy me? Besides..."

Come looked somewhat shaken: "And what?"

Wuhoo looked up steadily, showing a casual smile: "Besides, I think because of my possessiveness, I really don't want to see you protecting other shooters."

After a pause, he asked in a low voice, "Isn't it enough to protect me?"

Come: "..."

In the end, he still failed to stick to the bottom line and was defeated.

Reaching out for a handful of gold-rimmed glasses, he let out a breath slowly: "You alone are enough to torture people, I don't want to try the second one."

Wuhoo asked: "So what does this mean?"

Come turned and opened the door, and before entering the door, he said the last sentence: "Look at your performance, if I find that you don't cooperate with the treatment schedule, I will still contact the competition committee at any time."

Wuhoo whistled happily: "Don't worry, we promise to complete the task."

[End of Three chapters]