The Whole World Thinks I'm a Woman Disguised as a Man

As we all know, professional players are punished by suspension for fighting.

Xie Zhinian, who hated Huo Ran and Qi Siyu's behavior just a second ago, was instantly shocked and reprimanded: "Zhou Wangqing!"

"It's not interesting." Qi Siyu replied calmly: "You hit me now, but you will be suspended."

"you?!"

Seeing this scene, the three people who came hurriedly stepped forward and pulled Zhou Wangqing and Qi Siyu away.

Xue Lan knew Zhou Wangqing's character, and at this moment, he was really afraid that he would beat up Qi Siyu because of his anger, regardless of the consequences, and hurriedly persuaded in a low voice: "Don't be impulsive, you have to solve everything on the field."

Qi Siyu straightened his clothes, glanced at Xue Lan, turned his head and walked towards the room: "See you on the field."

Seeing Zhou Wangqing furious, Huo Ran, who was standing at the door waiting for Qi Siyu to come down the stairs, mocked in a low voice: "Young man, what should you do if you have something to say? And Zhou Wangqing, you are not young anymore. At your age, you are about to retire. , why are you still the same as the kid who just joined the professional team?"

"You?!" Sure enough, Zhou Wangqing's explosive temper was ignited by him, and he wanted to go forward to argue again.

Xue Lan was so frightened that she grabbed Zhou Wangqing's arm and dared not let go.

"Otherwise?" Duan Wenzheng, who held Zhou Wangqing's shoulder on the other side, sneered and said, "Just like you, how can you steal other people's things like a three-year-old kid?"

"You?!" Huo Ran said angrily, "Okay, let's wait and see!"

Huo Ran was choked for a while, and didn't want to say anything more to them, so he followed the people who came with him and sat down on the reception sofa in the lobby, waiting for Qi Siyu to pack his luggage.

Not long after, Qi Siyu came downstairs with a small amount of luggage on his back. His eyes did not fall on the former teammates who were still standing aside, and he walked out the door.

Seeing this, Huo Ran also stood up: "Zhi Nian, thank you for taking care of Si Yu during this time, see you on the field."

Xie Zhinian didn't say a word, while Huo Ran strutted out of the club with the attitude of a winner.

It wasn't until the people outside the door completely left that Xie Zhinian withdrew his gaze and let out a heavy sigh of relief.

"Qi Siyu's problem was my negligence." Xie Zhinian calmed down his exhausted emotions, and sincerely apologized to everyone: "Recently, the boss went to the tournament committee for a meeting, and I put too much experience into the process and communication of the new season. As a result, Qi Siyu’s problem was not discovered in time. When the boss comes back, I will personally apologize to him.”

"I will find a solution for the problem of medical soldiers and find someone who can replace them before the start of the game. Because we were the league champions last season, the first round of the game will have a bye with the Thunder and BTR, who were the champions and runners-up last year. There are two weeks." Xie Zhinian took a deep breath: "I'm sorry, I know that everyone is not in a good condition, so I will give everyone a day off today, and go to rest."

After he finished speaking, he bowed deeply, turned around and walked towards the office.

The atmosphere in the world sank to the bottom for a while.

Although Xie Zhinian asked everyone to rest, but few people can't really rest at this time.

Zhou Wangqing's violent expression gradually calmed down, he buried his head and rubbed his face a few times, and when he raised his head again, his face was calm again: "It's okay, it's better for him to leave, rather than keep someone who has a different heart like him. In the team, it’s better to leave early. At present, our second team does not have medical soldiers. I will also ask the medical soldiers I know to see if I can find someone to stand up to them first, at least until the end of the domestic league. Think of another way."

Xue Lan thought that in this matter, Zhou Wangqing, who was so impulsive that he almost touched Qi Siyu just now, was the one who needed comfort the most.But he didn't expect that Zhou Wangqing was the first among them to recover and comfort them in turn.

Xue Lan felt some indescribable emotions for a moment.

Wen Yan seemed to want to say something, but considering that the two newcomers Xue Lan and Duan Wenzheng were also present, in order to prevent them from being affected by a bad mood, he finally chose to remain silent.

"Don't blame yourself." After Zhou Wangqing said, he walked to Wen Yan's side and took Wen Yan's shoulders as usual: "Qi Siyu hides his thoughts deeply, how many people can understand his twists and turns, Isn't there a medical soldier missing, I'll ask..."

Zhou Wangqing seemed to have thought of something suddenly, and when he turned his gaze to Xue Lan, his eyes glowed again: "Yes, don't we still have Lan Lan! Lan Lan can fight as a medical soldier, and then we will draw an assaulter from the second team." Just send it over!"

Wen Yan never asked Xue Lan's opinion on this matter. He originally wanted to talk to Xue Lan alone later to see what he meant, because this is indeed the fastest way to solve the problem now.

Now that Zhou Wangqing asked, he also set his sights on Xue Lan.

High-end medical soldiers are scarce. If it is only in the domestic league stage, one of the assault soldiers in the back row of LGW's second team can be picked out temporarily.

This was originally just a very common problem, and it was the remedy that Qi Siyu, Zhou Wangqing and even Wen Yan thought of immediately, and it was also the best way to solve the team's problem at present.

But Xue Lan's complexion was so pale that there was no trace of blood in an instant.

Even if it is not mentioned that becoming a medical soldier is the first step for "Xue Lan" to be kicked out of the club, even if Xue Lan wants to sacrifice herself for the team...but what they don't know is——

He can't play medic at all.

The few times I played, I still played the simplest passerby game with Duan Wenzheng.

If he was allowed to play the medic, it would not be able to relieve the team's current urgent needs, and it might even make him kicked out of the team faster.

"I..." Xue Lan lowered her head innocently and blamed herself, "I'm sorry."

"What's the matter?" Zhou Wangqing asked puzzledly, "Didn't you just fight as a medical soldier before? I remember that your previous account as a medical soldier was also in the front row of the national server. Soldiers."

Xue Lan shook his head, but he couldn't say that he didn't know how to play medics. After all, the original owner had played medics for so many years, and he, a layman, could not imitate them.

He was about to explain, but Duan Wenzheng on the side said, "Exist hasn't played Medic for a long time. The difference between Medic and Assault is too big. It's probably counterproductive for him to temporarily switch to Medic."

Duan Wenzheng's words made Wen Yan and Zhou Wangqing silent at the same time. Wen Yan's eyes fell on Xue Lan for a long time, as if he wanted to see through his lowered pupils what he was trying to hide.

After a while, Wen Yan withdrew his gaze.

"I understand, it doesn't matter, Brother Nian and I will figure out a solution for the medical soldiers." Wen Yan said to the three seriously: "In any case, I have an inescapable responsibility for this matter, but first of all, I have to think about it." There is a way to solve the problem. Today everyone will go back to rest, and from tomorrow onwards, before the new medical soldiers arrive, everyone will conduct personal training."

Xue Lan followed the crowd and walked upstairs with a heavy heart.

After such a thing happened, everyone was not in the mood for training at the moment. Xue Lan returned to the training room to pack up his things, but inadvertently caught a glimpse of an unopened keyboard neatly placed on Qi Siyu's side and stacked neatly on the keyboard. team uniform.

Arranging these two things neatly didn't seem like something someone like Qi Siyu would do when he left.

Xue Lan's eyes fell on the team uniform, on the "Rain" under the LGW team logo.

That was Qi Siyu's game ID.

LGW-Rain will become LT-Rain from now on.

Xue Lan packed up her things lonely, turned and left the training room.

Although everyone said they wanted to go back to their room to rest, when Xue Lan returned to the training room after sorting out his emotions for a short time, he still saw Wen Yan and Zhou Wangqing contacting their familiar medical soldiers.

He quietly returned to his seat and sat down.

Just as he was about to turn on the computer, Duan Wenzheng also walked in slowly from the training room.

Everyone looked at each other with surprised eyes, but they all tacitly said nothing.

After such silent personal training, everyone returned to their respective rooms to rest.This silence lasted for two days. Such eerie silence was an atmosphere that had never existed in the club.

Xue Lan, who returned to the room, was lying on the bed, but couldn't fall asleep again and again.

The third day, which is about to start, is the last day for club roster changes.

Finally, near the early morning, he put on his team uniform again, and planned to go to the training room to play a few solo volleyball games to relieve his troubles.

But when he came to the door of the training room, Xue Lan realized that the supposedly silent training room was faintly glowing with faint lights. It was so late... no, it was so early, and there were still people practicing?

Xue Lan walked lightly to the door of the training room, looked in through the weak light, but unexpectedly found that the person who stayed in the training room was Wen Yan.

Xue Lan hurriedly checked the time, it was already past five o'clock in the morning.

Wen Yan is not in his heyday now, although his hand injury is not serious enough to retire directly, but if he continues such high-intensity training...

Xue Lan hesitated outside the door, wondering if she should remind Wen Yan, or pretend to leave without knowing anything... Or should she quietly tell Duan Wenzheng about it?

He stood outside the door melancholy, and when he was about to leave at last, he heard Wen Yan's slightly tired voice from the training room——

"Since you can't sleep, come and talk to me."

Xue Lan stayed where she was until she repeatedly confirmed that there was no one else at the moment, and that what Wen Yan was talking about was indeed her, Xue Lan had no choice but to resign herself into the training room and stand beside Wen Yan.

"Sit." Wen Yan casually pulled the seat beside him, motioning for the person standing stiffly to sit down.

Xue Lan followed his movements and sat down, but Wen Yan put a bottle of water on the table in front of him, took out another bottle himself, faced the victory reminder protruding from the screen, raised his head and drank it calmly.

Xue Lan took a closer look, and found that the bottle of water was the same drink that he bought for Wen Yan under the guise of Duan Wenzheng.

His heart was lifted high like a roller coaster ride.

"The last time Meng Qi left, I thought it would be the most difficult day of my time. But I never thought that it was just the beginning."

"At that time, I even thought for a moment, if I left earlier than them, if I retired first... that would be great."

Xue Lan once overlooked the entire plot trend from the reader's perspective, and naturally understands the pressure on Wen Yan's shoulders today.

"I received a bottle of water that day." He heard the sound of Wen Yan putting the water bottle on the table: "This is it."

"Although this is nothing, but it made me understand when I was most desperate. E-sports is like this. There will always be people who retire and leave, former teammates will leave, and newcomers will always come in."

"Because that's what it is, because love is never supported by the burning of a few people, but by those who hold up the torches and those who are illuminated by the torches and come to the light."

"so……"

As Wen Yan said, he turned his eyes to Xue Lan, his eyes were filled with tenderness soaked in the morning light:

"I should thank Reset, right?"