Quick Wear: Give the Resentful Man a Home

Damn! This guy is sick.

The skin pressed against each other felt scorching hot, and Li Fei inexplicably hugged Duan Wu. He tried to move away but was hugged tightly around the waist.

Looking down, he could see that the young man's tall nose was half covered by his scattered bangs. Li Fei remembered that someone said in the barrage yesterday, "I want to slide on my brother's nose."

Is this the bad mood after waking up?

Feeling the hand on his waist tightening a little more, Li Fei gave up struggling, lowered his head and yelled

"Duan Wu! Get up!"

The sound was so loud that it almost blew off the ceiling, but the guy in his arms was still as motionless as a dead body.

Li Fei couldn't imagine how embarrassing it would be to be late on the first day of work.

Duan Wu finally moved, moving his head upwards, rubbing Li Fei's chest, causing it to itch, and his breath sprayed on the sensitive area.

"The ribs are too thin." Duan Wu said with a bit of disgust, "It hurts my face."

Li Fei pushed his face away, his hand loosened, and then hit it back.

"I beg you, brother, it's okay for you to be late, it's my first day here--"

Hearing this, Duan Wu finally raised his eyelids and moved his right arm. The person in his arms immediately jumped two meters away like a rabbit out of a cage and slammed the door.

Li Fei hid back in the house. The temperature had not yet subsided, but he began to feel dizzy and his body was unconsciously experiencing some strange changes. He touched his chest, but couldn't tell whether it was because of the numbness caused by the pressure, the blood circulation was not smooth, or his heart was beating too fast.

I have never had such close contact with anyone, not even my parents.

I heard the sound of the door opening next door, and soon the sound came from my side.

Li Fei tugged at his wrinkled clothes and opened the door. The young man at the door had already changed into his team uniform, his face had been washed, his hair had not been combed, and it looked like he had just casually scratched it with his hands.

Seeing Li Fei open the door, Duan Wu half leaned against the wall behind him, revealing a dazzling smile.

"Welcome to join the ERC, Li Fei."

So damn handsome.

Li Fei cursed in his heart, nodded obediently, deliberately ignoring the intimate contact just now, pretending to have amnesia, and looking very natural.

"Thank you, Brother Wu."

The two of them went downstairs and found the room was already full of people, including the players, the coaching staff, the manager and the boss. Once they took their seats, the meeting officially began.

"There are three things I need to discuss with you today. Let me first introduce myself to the new members. I am the team manager, and you can call me Brother Sun." Sun Qi looked at Li Fei and was very satisfied with the new AD.

"First, Li Fei, ID: Li, registration number: 02713. Today, he officially joins our ERC first team as a starter. Please welcome him."

Applause broke out at the scene, and Li Fei quickly stood up and bowed everywhere. The team atmosphere was much better than he had imagined. He did not expect that the big boss would also come to attend such a meeting.

"Second, safety issues. A vicious poisoning incident occurred today at the MKG headquarters, 43 kilometers away from us. Zhou Yunqi's takeaway was poisoned and he was rushed to the hospital for emergency treatment."

Hearing this, Li Fei's face turned grim. It was the first time he knew about the conflicts in the e-sports club.

"So starting today, if you feel hungry, there will be a special chef to help you go out and get takeout every day. The address will be changed to the takeout counter in the building next door. Do not reveal your real name and information."

After saying that, Youqi glanced at Duan Wu, "Especially you."

Duan Wu nodded. He didn't expect that winning against MKG would bring such a big change to the whole story. Zhou Yunqi was banned for half a year, but was still taken in by MKG.

It’s hard to avoid plot killings, but this time the person has changed.

"Third, we will replace the players and improve our tacit understanding. The vacation is over, so we will return to training as soon as possible."

The fact that Zhou Yunqi was poisoned still makes some people panic, and this time MKG failed to block the news.

After all, Zhou Yunqi is a seasoned man. Unlike Li Fei, who is a rookie and doesn't know how to solve this matter, the child is soft-hearted and doesn't know how to protect his own interests after a little persuasion.

The incident became such a big deal that MKG was forced to stop its winter training program to deal with and handle the public relations of the crisis.

The platform is filled with messages telling the contestants to be careful and not to order takeout randomly.

Duan Wu felt that this time was different.

First of all, CC did not retire, and Zhou Yunqi joined the first team as a substitute, which means that there is no problem of jealousy among the fans of the second team's AD, and it was not their turn to start.

"This year, except for Duan Wu, the live broadcast tasks on the platform are almost done. The main thing left is a few commercials after winning the championship, one show per week will be enough."

"Duan Wu, you currently have 120 hours left."

"? I have so much time" A total of only 140 hours, it seems that he has never broadcast it at all.

"Your situation is special and you can't broadcast in the first half of the year, so 60 hours will be cancelled for you. And Li Fei, you have already joined the club, so you also owe 60 hours."

Li Fei has gotten used to live streaming over the years. He calculated that he could finish it in 20 days with just three hours a day, so there is not much pressure.

Looking back, the midlaner looked uglier than when he was killed by the opponent.

He couldn't help asking

"Brother Wu, don't you like live streaming?"

Xiao Chang laughed out loud, and jokingly pointed at Duan Wu's chair, "It's mainly because you have to behave yourself for hours, and he sits there and tickles you."

Back in the training room, Quanquanzhen gave Li Fei a set of pink peripherals, which looked particularly out of place on the black desk.

Li Fei used to use a 30-yuan keyboard. This was his first time using a four-digit keyboard. He was not picky and just touched it and found that he liked the feel.

The head coach’s surname is Qi. He didn’t say much and just asked them to play a five-person team game with their smurf accounts to get familiar with each other’s styles and improve their tacit understanding.

Xiao Chang and Li Fei, as the bottom lane duo, need great cooperation.

Li Fei got serious and chose the shooter in version t0, intending to leave a good impression on the coach first.

This was not the first time Qi Zhao had watched Li Fei play a game. Logically, before joining the main team, he should be given a period of adjustment with the other members of the main team to ensure they were compatible before signing a contract.

But Li Fei is really amazing.

Qi Zhao was so outstanding that he insisted that this was the AD who would be able to take up the main responsibility of the team in the future. The manager no longer hesitated, fearing that Li Fei would join another team after the protection period.

The trial protection period is also a protection for the players' rights to a certain extent. If the trial exceeds three months and no formal contract is given, other clubs can contact them to poach them.

The essence of the club is still controlled by capital. Capital games have always been dark. It is not unheard of for a player's best years to be deliberately wasted for the sake of team results.

Being left on the bench is already a mild measure; there are even darker and more vicious operations that are beyond the imagination of these young rookies.

Qi Zhao has been cheated as a coach before. Fortunately, although ERC is a new team and did not achieve good results in the first two years, the boss is a very sentimental man, surpassing 99% of club owners.

It would be perfect if there wasn't an advertisement printed on the chest of the coach's uniform.