Please stop your ripping off

After half an hour.

A post with a completely different style of painting popped up on the PUBG sub-forum that had been silent for a long time.

【On whether God A has been lonely for too long】

Following the picture below, I briefly described what happened. After that, I saw the person whose ID was Ares typed three words indifferently.

because of love.

[No hahahahahaha]

[Our god A seems to be hurt by love]

[Laughing to death, two days ago, he really came out to help the young master's black fans, isn't this because of our young master? ]

[Upstairs, you seem to have discovered some blind spot]

[Excuse me, if the young master pulls God A to join their team, will God A agree? ? ]

When Xu Zhao saw this forum, the replies below had already exceeded a hundred.

He wanted to see if there was anything interesting before going to bed, but he saw the name of the boss with a casual scan. After opening it, he found that the melon became more and more biased, and even fell on himself.

There are countless jokes in the forum, and some people have even imagined all kinds of love and hatred between him and God A.

Those small essays were written vividly, as if they happened in real life. Some people also brought Xie Zeyan into it, and forcefully wrote the feeling of Shura Field.

Xu Zhao didn't know what the pictures they posted meant.

I didn't realize what they were writing until I clicked on it and saw the intentionally reversed text.

With trembling fingertips, he exited the forum with a flushed face.

Just like a little anchor like him... how could he have anything to do with God A?

And those articles are written so intimately...

Xu Zhao controlled his breath, looked at the blue APP on the screen, finally couldn't hold back, clicked in carefully, and saved the picture.

Before he finished saving, the phone vibrated suddenly.

Xu Zhao was taken aback, his hands shook, and the phone fell to the ground.

He got out of bed in a panic to pick it up, and saw the message that popped up on the top of the screen.

[Annoying.]: Haven't slept yet?

Xu Zhao took a deep breath. The moment he saw the name, the words he had just seen drifted across his mind inadvertently.

He was a little embarrassed immediately, and replied the message.

[biu]: How do you know?

[Annoying.]: Have you forgotten that I told you...

[Annoying.]: The sound insulation in this room is not very good.

Xu Zhao's eyes widened a little, panicked.

He shouldn't have made any strange noises just now, right?

He carefully glanced at the wall next door. Although he already knew that the sound insulation of the base was not very good, but... this is too weak.

[biu]: Did I interrupt your rest?

Looking at the line of words on the screen, Xie Zeyan could imagine his cautious appearance.

He laughed.

[Annoying.]: No, just to remind you to go to bed early.

Xu Zhao looked at the line of small characters on the phone, feeling a little happy in his heart.

Before he had time to type, a voice message appeared on the screen.

A faintly smiling voice came from the phone.

"Go to sleep, darling."

-

Overnight, Xie Zeyan's ranking stabilized back to the top ten.

High-end games have always been exhausting, not to mention his rank in the top [-] in the Asian server. Every game is matched with top players.

He slept for less than three hours, which resulted in a severe headache when he got up the next day. When he went downstairs to have breakfast, Feng Shi saw his pale face and thought it was some lonely ghost who had run out.

"Ze Yan, didn't you sleep well?" Liu Liu asked while patting Feng Shi's back to comfort the frightened fat man.

Xie Zeyan picked up the milk on the table and took a sip: "That's right."

"Grass, you were so frightened when you came down, there was no blood on your face." Feng Shi was still a little scared, "Do you want to take a vacation and rest? I'll help you go and talk to Lao Shi."

"Old Shi?" Xie Zeyan heard a somewhat unfamiliar name.

Seeing him like this, Fengshi realized that he seemed to have never seen the coach before.

"It's our coach. Didn't you go to the next door to observe and study some time ago? You just came back yesterday. You probably haven't seen it yet. I'll take you to meet it later." Feng Shi smiled.

Xie Zeyan lowered his eyes and agreed.

The long-term lack of sleep made him a little uncomfortable, so he could only rely on eating to replenish his strength.

If I had known earlier, I would not have called that number.

Xie Zeyan clicked his tongue softly, the more he thought about it, the more upset he became.

Ever since he met that year, he seemed to have stabbed AP's nest. He could match them in two of the three rounds. The most annoying thing was meeting that Tsuruma. As soon as it hits the ground, it can shoot that fat man.

There were footsteps upstairs.

Feng Shi could guess who came down as soon as he heard the movement, and was about to turn around to say hello, but fell silent after seeing the very obvious dark circles under Xu Zhao's eyes.

He raised his hand to touch his chin, and his eyes jumped a few times on the two of them.

Immediately, the words were surprising: "Did you two do something bad behind our backs last night?"

Xie Zeyan looked normal, but Xu Zhao was so frightened by these words that his feet slipped and he almost fell off the stairs.

He quickly grabbed the handle next to him, and retorted with red ears: "No!"

"What do you want them to do with the broken sound insulation in our base?" Liuliu joked, "I know how many times you farted in the next room yesterday."

The wind lion hissed: "That's right, it's just our sound insulation..."

While talking, he realized something was wrong: "Wait, when did I fart?"

"You don't have any points in your own mind?"

Xu Zhao, who managed to avoid the jokes of the two, stretched out his hands and rubbed his ears, and walked to the dining table.

Xie Zeyan looked at him sideways: "Did you sleep well?"

Xu Zhao didn't speak.

How could he have the nerve to tell the other party that just because of that good word last night, he had a dream all night.

The dream is full of content written by fans...

He took a deep breath. It didn't feel good to wash his underwear in the morning, and his fingertips were still a little cold.

"Eat something." Xie Zeyan brought him a cup of hot milk.

It was supposed to be lunch at this time, but these internet-addicted teenagers basically wake up in the afternoon, so the cooking aunt can only prepare some milk and bread for them to pad their stomachs a little.

Xu Zhao thanked him softly and sat beside him.

"Are you awake?" Xu Zhao noticed Xie Zeyan's pale face.

Xie Zeyan was stunned for a moment, then laughed, "So obvious?"

"It just...looks very lethargic." Xu Zhao was a little worried while holding the hot milk, "Is it because I'm not used to living here?"

Seeing him like this, Xie Zeyan thought of teasing him.

He stretched out his hands to support his head, and said slowly: "I'm used to hugging things when I sleep. I don't even have a pillow here. Of course I can't sleep well."

Xu Zhao blinked and believed it: "Then what should I do? I'll ask someone to buy it for you now?"

"That's not necessary." Xie Zeyan rubbed his fingertips unconsciously, "It's fine to have something to replace it."

"Dong, something?" Xu Zhao didn't react.

Xie Zeyan lowered his voice a bit: "You, aren't you pretty good?"

After two seconds.

The snow-white complexion of the person in front of him was permeated with crimson visible to the naked eye.

"You...you..." Xu Zhao was so nervous that he could hardly speak when he thought of the dreams he had last night.

Xie Zeyan chuckled: "I have already said that I am not a gentleman, but you still don't believe me."

He looked at Xu Zhao's breath a little short of breath, and knew that he couldn't continue teasing him, so he chose to let it go.

"Okay, just kidding." Xie Zeyan drank the milk, "I went to training, you eat first."

Xu Zhao bit his lower lip, not daring to look up at him.

-

The daily training of professional players seems boring and tedious. They are busy every day to strengthen and become proficient in various small details. Tasks for the new day.

After nearly a month of training, the regional competition officially began.

At eight o'clock in the morning, Lao Shi stuffed the group of walking corpses into the car one by one, with a helpless expression on his face.

"Can you be sober? Do you know that there is a competition?"

They belonged to the southern division and needed to go to the next province to participate in the competition, so they had to get up early to catch the plane.

Just such a group of players who are all-powerful in the arena, but they all lost in getting up early.

If Feng Yi hadn't risked being scolded in the morning and knocked on the door one by one to drag them out of bed, they would still be in a dream.

"I know, coach, please stop talking." The wind lion sitting on the seat narrowed his eyes and looked at him dissatisfied, "Can you let me sleep for a while, I stayed up until midnight last night..."

"I made you suffer?" Lao Shi became angry when he mentioned this matter.

They didn't know what was wrong with their brains yesterday. They were making noise in the living room until three or four in the morning, singing and dancing, which made him not sleep well.

As the captain, king also let them do whatever they want, so when the aunt came in the morning, she was dumbfounded by the mess.

Xie Zeyan came out of the club carrying Xu Zhao's luggage, stuffed things into the trunk, and asked, "Have you brought everything?"

Xu Zhao nodded, and made some calculations: "Change the team uniform, player ID, peripheral bag...all are ready."

"That's fine." Xie Zeyan rubbed his silver hair lightly, looked at the faint blackness at the root of the hair, and asked, "Shouldn't you dye your hair?"

Xu Zhao was stunned for a moment: "Has it grown?"

"A bit, but it's also pretty." Xie Zeyan said, leading him into the car.

The few people in the car looked a little confused, and they leaned together crookedly to catch up on sleep.

The two found a place to sit down, and saw Feng Yi running out of the club in a hurry, holding a Polaroid in his hands that he picked up from nowhere.

He stood at the front of the car, clapped his hands, and woke them up from sleep.

"Everyone! Let's take a picture!"

Liuliu slept really soundly, and was naturally not in a good mood to be woken up, and muttered: "What are you shooting... It's not like I can't come back..."

After saying this, he froze for a moment and opened his eyes.

Feng Yi paused: "That's not what it meant..."

Feng Shi woke up a little bit, and looked at Lao Shan next to him, and both saw the reluctance in the other's eyes.

Lao Shi pursed his lower lip, and his complexion became a little more dignified.

Everyone knew in their hearts that this game might be the last time King appeared on the field...

Xie Zeyan's hand by his side tightened slightly.

Xu Zhao who was next to him noticed his strangeness, leaned against him, and rubbed against his shoulder obediently to express his comfort.

The car was eerily quiet.

Xie Nanfeng noticed the embarrassment in the atmosphere, and took off the blindfold, "Wait...don't make it look like I'm going to die. I'm just retiring, and it's not that I'm gone. If this goes on, do you still have to erect a monument for me? ?”

Feng Shi was short of breath, didn't hold back, and burst out laughing.

The grief that Lao Shi had finally brewed was interrupted by this man's words, he picked up the magazine and gave Xie Nanfeng a slap on the head angrily.

"What are you talking about! Bad luck is not bad luck!"

Xie Nanfeng was not angry when he was beaten down, and rubbed his head with a smile: "It doesn't mean that you are too sad..."

"All right, all right, stop chatting and take pictures."

Feng Yi raised his camera with a smile, but his gaze involuntarily fell on the two people sitting in the back row.

He had a lot of chats with Xie Nanfeng yesterday, basically about how the team digested the couple.

Surprisingly, king spoke highly of them.

You know, he has played in the professional league for so long, everyone is known to have a poisonous mouth, and there are basically few players who can get praise from him.

Feng Yi sighed lightly.

I hope that these two people can really become the new pillars of the QW first team as he said.

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