King's return

Three months is but one summer.

For half a year in a row, Rong Jian hardly stayed out of the house, living in the training room, gym, and dormitory every day, playing games could make people vomit.

In the blink of an eye, at the end of summer and the beginning of autumn, withered and yellow sycamores have begun to fall on the streets.

The pre-match training of the national team training camp is almost coming to an end.

Just like every school has an exam at the end of the semester, before the end of the training camp, the whole team also had an internal competition to check and accept the training results. Every team member knew in their hearts that this competition was related to the selection of the captain.

Although Rong Jian didn't care much about the captain's position, after Junjie said that the captain could get an extra red envelope, he decisively set the alarm clock and got up early, sharpening his sword and rushing to his teammates.

After these few months of Junjie's demonic torment, the others obviously felt that Rong Jian's hand speed had dropped a lot, not so much that his hands slowed down, but rather that his fighting rhythm became more calm.

Where is your limit, Rong Jian just controls the speed and rhythm a little bit above this limit, the most depressing thing is this - you always think that you can beat him with a little more effort, but he keeps giving you Hope, but it can always give you a fatal blow at the end.

It's like, if you can beat you with 80 points of strength, Rong Jian will never use 81 points of strength.

Except for the wretched fatigue tactics like Lu X, no one in the whole team, no matter whether it is a substitute or a regular pick, can beat him, and even Rong Jian's real limit cannot be revealed.

How strong this guy is, I'm afraid only Junjie who trained him personally will know.

At dusk, Rong Jian stepped out of the small black room proudly, and never went in again. Since then, the team members have speculated, could it be that Rong Jian finally defeated Junjie and could leave the teacher? !

However, both parties have kept this secret, God knows.

Anyway, with the title of the captain of the national BQ team, Uncle Rong can still bluff Xiaobai when he goes abroad.

As for Wen You, who was originally on the bench, he finally succeeded in knocking out the chrysanthemum of the bottom player in the main draft in the internal competition and became one of the five main picks.

Since this period of training, the main candidates have been in the sad situation of being ravaged by Junjie and Rong Jian, and frightened by the wandering soul version of Rong Jian. Each of them has gradually evolved into a wandering soul boss in dire straits, and the training room is often filled with gloomy.

Everyone has the attribute of seeing light and dying, except for being a house all day long.

About half a month before the start of the WGC, the headquarters received an invitation letter from the national team of the competition, and this kind of days finally came to an end.

So, led by two coaches, Wu Heng and Jun Jie, and led by someone Rong, the Celestial Dynasty Wandering Soul boss team set off with great vigor.

When the group was at the airport, they didn't expect to meet an acquaintance.

Shen Qin is still the same, neat and straight suit, demeanor is calm and personable; while Rong Jian's team is all armed to the teeth, if not for Shen Qin's sharp-eyed recognition of Rong Jian's back, they almost did not know each other.

"Rong Jian?" Shen Qin walked up to him alone, and called out tentatively. The man in front of him had sunglasses and a peaked cap tightly covered, and only had to wear a mask. He was dressed in khaki casual clothes, and his figure was somewhat familiar.

Rong Jian reached out and pulled down the sunglasses a little bit, revealing a pair of dark and unpredictable eyes.

"It's you"

Shen Qin smiled at him: "It's been a long time, it seems that you are doing well in the national team, are you going to the United States to compete?"

Regarding the news of Shen Qin Lingtong, Rong Jian did not look surprised at all. As early as the first day he stepped into the Shanghai headquarters, Weta should have received a notice from Coach Wu Heng.

Earlier, he was still waiting for Shen Luotian's action, but he didn't expect Weta to be completely indifferent. Regarding the news of his joining the national team, he neither promoted nor concealed the attitude. In fact, for Rongjian, Weta's "no hindrance" is a kind of acquiescence.

From the current point of view, it must be the result of Young Master Shen's dealing with it.

"Yes, I haven't said thank you yet." Rong Jian nodded, although he didn't take the gap-like status gap between the two of them seriously, but it didn't mean he didn't know good from bad.

Shen Qin said nonchalantly: "Hehe, WGC has always been my biggest dream. Weta has helped so many champions, but it's a pity that I will never be a young director."

He shrugged his shoulders, and his tone was light, but Rong Jian could hear the deep regret and helplessness in his words. Probably, this is another kind of fairness from God.

"Since I promised you to go to Weta, I will help you on the way to capture the emperor, so naturally I keep my word, otherwise I would have slapped myself in the face, but I still want to give you a piece of advice." Shen Qin looked serious "As far as I know, there are so many masters in the WGC competition. Although I don't know what level your strength is now, you must not underestimate the enemy. As for your father, if you can succeed, it's okay. If you fail to win the championship, I'm afraid father Will banish you from competitive gaming forever."

After hearing Shen Qin's stern warning, Rong Jian just pushed back his sunglasses lightly, and said calmly, "As long as we don't meet players who are stronger than JJrun!, there will be no suspense in this WGC."

Shen Qin was surprised for a long time without saying a word, and it took a long time before he said: "You are too crazy."

Immediately afterwards, Uncle Rong had no expression on his face, and unconsciously said something even crazier: "It's not madness, it's the truth."

Shen Qin was speechless and choked.

The conversation between the two of them was heard by the regular players behind Rong Jian. Shen Qin's words caused them to turn their faces to shake their heads and smile wryly.

Hurry up and let Rong Jian harm the gringos who don't know the truth!Amen!

Half an hour later, the plane carried a group of joyful team members cheering "We are vermin~" and embarked on a journey to overthrow the United States.

Rong Jian didn't tell Lin Yanxiu about Rong Jian's arrival in Los Angeles today - he wanted to see the surprise and awkward expression on that guy's face the moment he saw him.

During these days, Lin Yanxiu was getting more and more busy, taking care of all the things he could do, as if he didn't want to be idle at all, and even tried his best to restrain himself from calling Rong Jian.Compared with endless longing, it is better to let yourself be busy as a spinning top, and time can go faster.

Los Angeles at night is as brilliant as day.

Lin Yanxiu is busy with work, so he doesn't live in the family's main house, but in his own high-rise apartment.

At this moment, he was in a very bad mood. He worked overtime until midnight to go home. As a result, the whole apartment was completely dark due to electrical maintenance, and even the elevator was broken. layers.

Seeing this situation, the other neighbors who came back late didn't bother to go back, so they simply called their friends to go to the bar to have a good time.

In the past, Lin Yanxiu must have been as romantic and happy as them, but now, he feels like throwing up when he smells the overwhelming hormonal smell inside.

There are emergency lights installed in the stairwell, but they have been neglected all year round, and now there are not many that can be illuminated intact, and even if there is light, it is very dim.

Still, it was enough to let him know how many floors he had climbed.

Panting heavily, Lin Yanxiu looked at the 18th floor sign on the wall. He was two floors away. He carefully touched the key in his pocket, but luckily he did not forget it. I really feel like jumping out of the window.

The phone has been silent all day today, Lin Yanxiu frowned and struggled fiercely in his heart, should he call that bastard before going to bed or something? The stairwell was very quiet, only the sound of his footsteps echoing in the air.

The emergency light on this floor was broken, and it was dark in front of his eyes, and he couldn't see his fingers. Fortunately, he turned another corner and was about to arrive home. Lin Yanxiu rubbed his sore legs and let out a sigh of relief.

"Didi——" the phone vibrated in his pocket, as if there was a message coming, Lin Yanxiu quickly took it out, and only after scanning the word "Rong Jian", the phone was out of battery and turned off!

"Damn! That bastard" Lin Yanxiu quickened his pace depressedly.

Just as he stepped up to the top floor, a faint and long breathing sound seemed to enter the eardrum.

Lin Yanxiu was startled, there was someone!

Just as this thought flashed through his mind, a slender arm suddenly hooked across his waist, and Lin Yanxiu was pressed hard against the wall by a huge irresistible force.

"Who?!" Lin Yanxiu took a deep breath, wrestled with the strength of the wall, his left leg bounced up instantly, caught the opponent's knee joint and made him fall down.

Unexpectedly, this person seemed to have expected it, easily dodged, and locked Lin Yanxiu's wrists firmly with one hand, pressing against the wall above his head.

Shit, he's actually a Lianjiazi!Lin Yanxiu secretly called it unlucky.

After a while, both hands and feet were suppressed. After all, Lin Yanxiu had seen big storms, but he was not too flustered. He said coldly in a calm tone: "There is a thousand dollars in cash in the wallet. If you don't want to die, you can take the money." Get out! The maintenance guards are nearby, this is the 20th floor, I yell, you can't even fly with your wings."

Lin Yanxiu was pressed against the cold wall. The man never made any sound. In the darkness, there was nothing but his talking and breathing.

"What the hell do you want——!"

The man suddenly moved his arm and covered Lin Yanxiu's mouth with the inner side, but his palms still tightly clasped his hands so that he could not move.

The other hand touched his waist and crotch through the trousers, and quickly slid to his upturned buttocks, and squeezed it hard.

This made Lin Yanxiu startled, the stranger's caress made his skin crawl all over, and the strong sense of crisis prompted him to struggle violently.

But he soon discovered in despair that all resistance was futile in front of the man, that hand had easily untied his belt, picked up the shirt, poked it in from the hem, and groped wantonly on the warm skin , as if he was very familiar with his body, constantly attacking various sensitive areas of his body.

Lin Yanxiu writhed angrily, trying to break free, but was still ashamed and angrily found that his body reacted unexpectedly, especially when the evil hand touched his underwear and ravaged his buttocks, he couldn't help clamping his legs.

"Ugh-"

Is there a mistake? !I am a man!What is there to rape? !wipe!Dead pervert!

Lin Yanxiu cursed fiercely in his heart, but his struggling strength was like a scurrying wild cat in front of a man.

Just when he was about to despair, the man stopped further aggression, and leaned into his ear with a low smile: "Lin Yanxiu, it's me."