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Zuo Zhengyi tiptoed back to the WSND base like a thief.

The base villa had glass doors, and the lights inside were bright. He approached quietly on catwalks, and glanced inside through the glass—good news, Zhou Jiankang didn't block him on the first floor.

Zuo Zhengyi heaved a sigh of relief.

His heart has been turned off, like a rebellious child who ran away from home on impulse and then calmed down and recalled his parents' kindness. He thought of Zhou Jiankang's kindness, and regretted that he contradicted him so impolitely. , do not know good people.

Hey, I hope Mr. Zhou has a lot, so don't get angry.

but--

Zuo Zhengyi coughed lightly, thinking to himself: Even if I did 99% wrong, don't you have 1% wrong?Who asked you to suddenly mention the contract, threatening people is annoying, do you know that?

He tiptoed across the ground floor and up the stairs.

Strangely, there was no one in the training room on the second floor.

What about teammates?

It's only past eleven o'clock, why do you rest so early today?

Full of doubts, Zuo Zhengyi went up to the third floor and knocked on Fu Yong's door.

Fu Yong lived next door to him. He knocked twice, and the door opened. Fu Yong was wearing a bathrobe and holding a toothbrush in his mouth, but he didn't delay to taunt him: "Hey, the ancestor is back?"

"Your father is back." Zuo Zhengyi kicked him.

Fu Yong twisted his waist and dodged it, and asked, "Where did you fool around? You slipped out all night and no one was seen. Zhou Jiankang was furious just now, and we all suffered accordingly. You are really a big villain."

When he was talking, toothpaste sprayed randomly, Zuo Zhengyi took three steps back, and said in disgust, "Let's chat on WeChat later, I'll take a shower first."

Back in his room, Zuo Zhengyi hadn't finished taking off his clothes when WeChat rang.

But it wasn't Fu Yong's news, it was Ji Jue's.

Decision: "[Miss you.jpg]"

"..."

What Ji Jue sent was an emoticon pack of a puppy galloping from a distance. Zuo Zhengyi looked at it for a few seconds, and carefully selected one from his collection as a reply.

End: "[Don't even talk about love dogs.jpg]"

Decision: "..."

Decision: "[A dog who does not fall in love is a dog.jpg]"

End: "Doutu, right?"

Decision: "[You can't beat me.jpg]"

End: "[I won't kill you.jpg]"

Judgment: "[See how I kiss you to death.jpg]"

End: "..."

End: "You're so boring, I'm going to take a shower."

As soon as this sentence was sent, WeChat suddenly started to ring. It was an invitation to connect via video from Ji Jue.

Zuo Zhengyi hung up.

End: "?"

Judgment: "I want to see you take a bath, why not take a shower with the wheat :)"

End: "..."

End: "Next time for sure :)"

Zuo Zhengyi put down his phone and went into the bathroom naked.

He gets sleepy easily when taking a bath, and wants to sleep halfway through the bath.I am still extremely sleepy today, probably because I have consumed most of my energy from crying for too long, and the bones in my whole body are softened by the heat, and I just want to lie down.

Zuo Zhengyi insisted on finishing the wash, yawned and dried himself off. When he came out, his phone was lying on the bedside, vibrating non-stop.

It was a WeChat group message, an internal group for WSND players, "Guarding the best blue buff in the world".

Fu Yong: "@左正俊, where are you?"

Fu Yong: "@左正义, you have to take a shower for an hour?"

Jin Zhixiu: "What's wrong?"

Fu Yong: "He said just now that he wanted to chat with me, but I waited for a long time and there was no one. I fell asleep."

Fang Zihang: "Why don't you sleep, come and eat melons."

Fang Zihang: "[Link]"

Fu Yong: "What?"

Fang Zihang: ""Righting's fourteen national server account IDs are all related to the direction, and the word that appears the most is "left"""

Fu Yong: "Oh, Huo."

Jin Zhixiu: "Oh."

Duan Ri: "Oh."

Zuo Zhengyi: "..."

Zuo Zhengyi: "What the hell?"

Fu Yong: "Have you finished washing?"

Zuo Zhengyi: "@fangzihang, he is my younger brother, understand?"

Fang Zihang: "Is there a blood relationship?"

Fu Yong: "No."

Zuo Zhengyi: "None of your business."

Zuo Zhengyi lay down on the bed, turned off the light, and looked at his phone in the dark.

He ignored the ridicule of his teammates and inquired about what happened tonight.

Zuo Zhengyi: "What did Zhou Jiankang say?"

Zuo Zhengyi: "Where is Zheng Mao? What is he doing?"

Fu Yong: "Zhou Jiankang didn't say anything, just swearing at the street, scolding us one by one, 'I didn't play well', 'I'm in poor condition', 'I'm not serious', 'I'm going to stumble sooner or later' balabala..."

Fu Yong: "Oh no, he asked me to remind you to apologize to him when you come back, but I forgot."

Zuo Zhengyi: "Forget it well."

Zuo Zhengyi: "Where's Zheng Mao?"

Fang Zihang: "I don't know, I haven't seen anyone all night."

Duan Ri: "Won't he go out again? He always runs outside."

Jin Zhixiu: "No, he is here, I saw it."

After chatting here, the group messages that were constantly being added suddenly stopped.

Zuo Zhengyi subtly sensed that the atmosphere was not right - no one said anything further.

Following the topic, if I go on, I should talk about Zheng Mao's mistakes, such as his poor performance in BP tonight, his getting angry and not resuming the strike, and his frequent going out for health care with Xu Zongping...

Everyone usually talks about topics of this scale. It is common for leaders and coaches to scold leaders and coaches behind their backs.

Of course Zuo Zhengyi understood the reason—these teammates were not stupid, they knew that he had a big fight with Zheng Mao and even Zhou Jiankang today, and it was not appropriate to fight again, otherwise something serious would happen.

Zuo Zhengyi sighed, thinking: What big things could happen?

He really didn't want to leave WSND, no matter what.

In fact, it's not that he can't be wronged, he just has a bad temper and overreacted.

After calming down and thinking about it, he understood Zhou Jiankang's difficulties and difficulties.

Although Zheng Mao is not a thing, he is disheveled and useless, but waste also has human rights, he should be a little gentler, and should not directly prevent Zheng Mao from coming to the stage during the competition, so how can there be no conflicts?

In the final analysis, he wants to solve the contradiction, not intentionally create it.

"Sigh." Zuo Zhengyi rolled twice on the bed, got under the pillow, and covered his head.

——He doesn't want to worry about these off-court factors.

He just wants to practice sword, just want to practice sword.

He once said that he wanted to become the banner figure of WSND like Cheng Su Nian did in SP.

But Cheng Su Nian is the leader of SP, and what he does is far beyond the scope of what a player should do. This is well known in the circle.

But Zuo Zhengyi was different.

He suddenly realized that he seemed not born to be a leader. Although he likes to be obeyed, he hates dealing with interpersonal relationships.He just wants to be followed, not to manage.

Of course, I also don't like being managed.

He is just an ordinary little swordsman who wants to be number one in the world.

"Alas." Zuo Zhengyi rolled around twice more, using the quilt as a punching bag, tossing it into a mess.

It was nearly one o'clock in the morning before he fell asleep.

Maybe it was because he had practiced the sword in his heart before going to bed, and he was also practicing the sword in his dream.

When Zhou Jiankang knocked on the door, he was still awake.

The person outside the door said: "Come out, I need to find you."

"..."

Zuo Zhengyi turned over: "What's the matter? Can we talk about it later? Just—" He glanced at the phone, "It's only eleven o'clock!"

"It's only eleven o'clock? I'll break your leg!" Zhou Jiankang snorted, then suddenly lowered his voice, and said quietly, "Just now I called Mr. Xu to talk about your contract renewal, and he agreed. Now, come out and discuss the contract."

Zuo Zhengyi sat up slowly: "Contract renewal?!"

"Yeah, don't you just want to renew the contract? Do you want to raise your salary? I'll give you a raise." Zhou Jiankang's laughter came through the crack of the door. He chatted with the boss smoothly and was in a good mood. Not your own father?"

"..."

What is it called?Hit a stick for a sweet date?It was just said last night that his contract has less than one year left, is he going to renew it today?

Zuo Zhengyi almost couldn't believe it. He didn't expect that he would get such a good thing in exchange for making a big fuss.

"You're not kidding me, are you?" He put on his clothes and got out of bed, and went to open the door.

Zhou Jiankang walked in, closed the door behind him, and said, "Why are you lying to me? It will be a matter of time before I renew the contract with you. Don't rush it too late. I'm afraid something will happen if it's too late."

"Oh..." Zuo Zhengyi walked on the floor with bare feet, and he walked lightly like walking on cotton candy.

He was very happy, seeing that Zhou Jiankang was much more handsome than usual - this was indeed his real father.

What is Zhou Jiankang worried about?It was simply because he was afraid that Zheng Buqun would use his personal relationship to sow discord with Xu Zongping and hinder his progress in renewing the contract, so it was better to sign it as soon as possible.

No relationship is as strong as a contract.

Zhou Jiankang opened his chair and sat down, took a look at Zuo Zhengyi: "Let's talk first, how many years do you want to continue?"