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"Cobra!"

Wang Zhe is working hard with Jiang Yihuai to demolish the house. The super soldiers have just arrived at the front tooth tower, and the end of the battle is imminent.

Wang Zhe didn't have time to respond to the boy who called him. He didn't look back until the crystal in front of the red square spring was pushed and the result of "victory" appeared in the middle of the screen.

And there was a person leaning against the door of the live broadcast room. The person folded his arms and asked him with a smile, "Finished?"

Wang Zhe put down the earphones, patted Jiang Yihuai on the shoulder, and pointed to the person by the door of the live broadcast room. Seeing this, Jiang Yihuai quickly put down the earphones, and Wang Zhe told Jiang Yihuai: "For a while, don't let He plays games."

Jiang Yihuai glanced at the person leaning against the door in a blink of an eye, and nodded firmly after a few seconds with an expression on his face that was about to die and not wavering.

Only then did Wang Zhe stand up and walk towards the man.

"Coach Chen's smile is still there." Wang Zhe said, "It seems that today's result is not bad?"

"But it's not too good." Chen Liu said honestly.

Standing in front of Chen Liu, Wang Zhe raised his head slightly, looked at the person in front of him, and looked at the disappointment in the eyes of the person in front of him, he couldn't help blurting out what was in his heart: "It will be fine."

"Yeah." Chen Liu responded, pecking Wang Zhe's lips quickly, and then he grinned, even his eyes curled up.

He rascally said, "Now, all right."

Wang Zhe glanced at Jiang Yihuai for the first time, and saw that Jiang Yihuai had turned back to continue the game, so he was relieved.He just smacked Chen Liu's ribs lightly with his elbow.

Chen Liu accepted it when he was ready, and stood up straight.

"You go, I, wait for you here?"

Wang Zhe raised his chin and warned: "Don't play games, where are you..." Wang Zhe glanced at Chen Liu's hand, and said forcefully, "No."

"Where, can't you?" Chen Juju raised his brows at Wang Zhe pointingly, "Why don't I know?"

Wang Zhe gave Chen Liu a disgusted look after hearing this, but his ears were still red. He coughed lightly and fled away.

Chen Liu watched Wang Zhe stride towards the counseling room, the corners of his mouth raised even higher.It wasn't until Wang Zhe's figure disappeared from sight that he turned around and walked into the live broadcast room, sat where Wang Zhe had just sat, and saw the "Kingisdog" number on it, those inexplicable closed The memory of the training flooded out of my mind uncontrollably.

Especially after Wang Zhe named this account, he thought Wang Zhe was naive, but he was still a little bit happy.

Because that was the first time he brought up the emotion in his heart.

"Wang Zhe, do you know that there is an English saying 'Loveme, lovemydog'?"

"Aiwujiwu?"

"No," Chen Liu explained again, "King is mine. I love King."

"Oh!" Wang Zhe followed Chen Liu's logical reasoning, and suddenly realized, he said, "So, the dog is also yours?"

Chen Liu lost to Wang Zhe's ability to get the key points wrong. He hesitated for a while, but finally compromised. He sighed and said resignedly, "Yes."

But the point of these words should be that he loves both his King number and Wang Zhe's Dog number.

Because to him, King is king.

Chen Liu was immersed in his memories, and stared at the screen for a while, until Jiang Yihuai was killed by the opposite jungler, pulled the brakes, and called him, and he came back to his senses.

Wang Zhe pushed open the door of the psychological consultation room, but what was waiting for him this time was not the result report that should have been pushed in front of him, but a glass of sugar water from the psychiatrist.

When Wang Zhe sat down, the psychiatrist asked him to take a sip, and then asked, "What does it taste like?"

"Sweet?" Wang Zhe pursed his lips, savoring the taste carefully.

"A little sweet?" The psychiatrist asked again, "Extremely sweet, or too sweet?"

"No, it's sweeter than a little sweet, but not bitter." Wang Zhe explained calmly, but he still had doubts in his heart, and even felt a little uncomfortable.

After all, he is also a professional player, so he can't be too comfortable when he asks a psychiatrist.

The psychiatrist didn't go around in circles. After asking these questions, he answered Wang Zhe straight to the point: "Coach Chen bought you a drink."

"Huh?" Wang Zhe frowned, not quite understanding this sentence.

"I told him that I hope he can use a glass of water to describe his current mood. I put salt, honey, white vinegar, saccharin, white wine... in front of him. This is what he gave me back."

Wang Zhe pressed his lips to the rim of the glass again, took a sip, and felt it carefully, as if he wanted to taste Chen Liu's mind through this glass of water.

"He, have you tried it?"

"Tasted." The psychiatrist nodded, looking at the cup in Wang Zhe's hand, suddenly remembered something, and then added, "And there is more than one cup. When I did the test for the first time, I also gave I gave him the same glass of plain water. Guess what his taste is?"

Wang Zhe didn't let go of his frown, but his hand holding the water glass was gradually increasing his strength.

After thinking for a while, he gave the answer: "White wine?"

"Why liquor?" The psychiatrist didn't give an answer, but asked Wang Zhe what he thought.

Her attitude made Wang Zhe feel for a moment that he had guessed right, so he followed up and expressed his guess.

"Maybe he needs a long drunk?"

Chen Liu once said that he really came back, which meant that he had appeared in Chen Liu's dreams or hallucinations more than once?And only when he drank too much would he get on the Hanbok account, and he would keep calling Wang Zhe... All these things undoubtedly said that what he needed was a long drunk. There is only the world he wants and the things he dares to do.

Speaking of this answer, the light in Wang Zhe's eyes dimmed naturally.

"Want to taste the taste he made before?" The psychiatrist asked upon seeing this.

Wang Zhe nodded, and the psychiatrist poured another glass of water. In front of Wang Zhe, he picked up a bottle of water from a glass jar without hesitation. "Saccharin" two large characters on the bag.

She took a spoonful of saccharin from it and looked at Wang Zhe. Just when Wang Zhe thought she was reaching out to pick it up after adding it, she took another spoonful of saccharin. After a pause, she seemed to think about it, and then Scooped half a spoonful of saccharin without even stirring it, and handed it directly to Wang Zhe.

Wang Zhe looked at her movements, as if he saw Chen Liu's movements at that time.I wanted to hide what was hidden in my heart, so I directly chose the packaging bag with the two big characters of "saccharin", and I was afraid that one spoonful would not be enough to cover up, so I added another spoonful and a half after adding one spoonful.

She had actually seen this scene with her own eyes, and now she passed all the information to Wang Zhe in its original form.

"Taste it." She looked at Wang Zhe.

Wang Zhe lowered his head and took a sip, his brows were furrowed together. The so-sweet-to-bitter-sweet flavor mentioned earlier was probably the same.

"In fact, in many cases, the more people want to cover up, the harder it is to cover up. This is the reason." The psychiatrist said earnestly, "At that time, it was too bitter, so his first thought was to find a sweet taste to cover up. And saccharin is too conspicuous, conspicuous enough to satisfy his thoughts in the first place.

Although saccharin is sugar, it will be bitter if there is too much. "

"So the taste of this glass of water is closer to the taste in his heart by accident?" Wang Zhe shook the glass of saccharine water in front of him.

"Yes." The psychiatrist pointed to Wang Zhe's other cup that Chen Liuxin matched, "but this cup, he specially picked out honey from the pile of bottles and jars to mix it with."

"You mean, he's getting better?" Wang Zhe listened carefully.

"Yes, no matter from the attitude of mixing this glass of water or the result of mixing this glass of water, he is improving."

"Then when he was at the venue..."

"It's influenced by his psychology. It's like the well-raised cat knows that he is standing in front of the owner, and when he stretches his neck, the owner can't help reaching out to scratch it. If his hand hurts, he can get what he wants from you , then..." The psychiatrist stopped short.

"Then, is there any way?" Wang Zhe asked.

The psychiatrist smiled and said, "Either quit once, or stick to it all the time. But I think Coach Chen's condition is unstable repeatedly, so it should not be suitable for quitting."

There was a tangled look in Wang Zhe's eyes.Every time Chen Liu's hands hurt, he needs a lot of "salvation" from him, and he just indulges in it.In the end, I didn't expect that it was because I was spoiled, and I couldn't quit, and I couldn't break it.If you can't quit once, then you have to stick to it all the time...

Wang Zhe thought for a while, then nodded: "I see."

"Hmm." The psychiatrist also showed a gratified expression, "Then does Cobra have anything else to ask?"

"Emmmm... will that affect going to MSI?"

"If it's the previous state, whether it's out of consideration for the players or Coach Chen himself, I don't think I will agree here. But his changes in the past two months can be felt by the entire base, which shows that he has indeed changed. Now that it’s getting better, I personally think that the impact should not be too big. It’s a conservative suggestion, you can try it, but it’s best if you can go with it.”

"En." Wang Zhe agreed, but his face was not optimistic.Although his passport is still valid, he needs to make another plan to get a visa to Europe...

On the other hand, Chen Liu, who was chatting with Jiang Yihuai in the live broadcast room, didn't know about Wang Zhe's impromptu idea.

He took out his mobile phone and looked at the barrage in Jiang Yihuai's live broadcast room, and then chose one to read.

"When will Coach Chen start the live broadcast..."

"Wait... the next time someone gives me a ticket." Chen Liu thought for a while and replied.

"What kind of train ticket are you giving, Master?" Jiang Yihuai turned around to cheer, "I'll give it to you old man? You old man, think about starting another live broadcast, so that everyone's live broadcast can be shortened a bit?"

After Chen Liu listened, he cast a sideways glance at Jiang Yihuai.

"Play your game."