Our team is not allowed to fall in love

The secondary league is based on a points system. One point is earned for a win in a game, and no points are deducted for a loss. Each team has eleven games, and the top 1 teams in the final score will enter the spring split.

After defeating HIT 2:0, AIM's follow-up games were very tight, almost two games a day. After winning streak all the way, they quickly occupied No.1 in points.

According to the fans, in the last match between AIM and a provincial team, if you don't participate in the match, you can get a place in the spring split.

After playing the secondary league with a perfect record, Chen Bisheng watched the video of all AIM members going up to receive the trophy three times, and sat in the car all the way laughing: "Not bad, just keep it like this, and soon the spring championship trophy will be ours too." It's over!"

The place the car drove to was a hot pot restaurant, which was more suitable for the tastes of several people, and the location was remote and there were few people, so the celebration banquet was chosen there.

Sitting in the co-pilot, Lin Shen turned around and leaned forward to watch the award presentation video with Chen Bisheng: "Yes, my last shot was beautiful! Hehehe spring competition, here I come!"

"Tsk." Lu Miaozhou had a slight cold and was closing his eyes to rest his mind. Hearing this, he raised his eyes and said lazily, "Isn't it good to think about the champion of the spring competition?"

Lin Shen: "What's wrong? Zhoushen, you are too modest, our AIM is definitely the strength of the champion!"

Sitting next to Lu Miaozhou, Cheng Xi couldn't help laughing out loud, and answered for Lu Miaozhou, "No, what Brother Lu means is that if you want to think about the world champion, right, Brother Lu?"

"Well, it's Xiaoxi who is smarter... the champion of the spring competition? Look at you, you are so worthless."

The hopeless Lin Shen looked at them both sadly, wishing to turn back time and sew the mouth of the person who just said "Zhou Shen, you are too modest".

modesty?Modesty ass! There are no such words in the life dictionary of Sailing Zhoushen!

Cheng Xi was praised, and when he heard Lu Miaozhou cough twice, he took out a water glass from his bag and handed it to him, saying, "Brother Lu, you still have a cold and you can't eat spicy food. Let me eat tomato pot together!"

"it is good."

Young master Cheng grew up in the south of the Yangtze River, he likes sweets, but he doesn't like spicy food, even a little spicy food makes his eyes red.

Lin Shen heard that the two of them planned to order tomato pot, and immediately shouted: "How about ordering two pots? I want spicy food! Sword also likes spicy food, isn't it Yuan Shen?!"

Yuan Jian: "No, I can do it."

"Five people eat two pots, you blame the rich. Order the mandarin duck pot, and I will give you all the spicy ones."

Lu Miaozhou adjusted his sitting posture, but felt his throat was still a little itchy.

"When you get to the store, remember to ask for serving chopsticks. I have a cold, so I won't infect you later."

When they arrived at their destination, a few people got out of the car in a hurry. The waiter saw the unchanging uniforms on their bodies and showed a hint of excitement. Most of them were their fans, but they led them to the private room with professionalism. I didn't ask too many words.

Lin Shen, who is soft-hearted towards fans and is used to observing words and expressions, stopped the waiter who was about to leave after serving the food: "Hello, do you...know us?"

The waitress probably didn't expect that this group of e-sports fans would take the initiative to talk to her, and immediately replied excitedly: "Yes, yes, you are wood! I just watched your team's game today. Contest!"

Lin Shen: "Hey, are you a fan of our AIM team?"

"No... I am, I am..." The waitress glanced at Cheng Xi, "I like flame, and I am a fan of Xi Zai!"

Cheng Xi was staring at a piece of beef in the pot in a daze, when he suddenly heard someone calling his ID, he raised his face in a "bass", and a piece of beef flashed in front of his eyes.

Then Lu Miaozhou's slender hands, holding the serving chopsticks, put the scooped up beef into his seasoning bowl: "Eat more."

The voice seems a little hoarse, I don't know if it's because of the cold nasality, or because of something else.

Dazed by the smell of the hot pot, Xizai froze for a moment, then realized that it was the waitress who said she was his fan, and quickly stood up: "Thank you for your love, I will continue to work hard."

The corners of the young man's lips were still stained with some sauce, his eyebrows stretched beautifully, and he smiled nervously. He looked very small, with a slender waist and long legs. He looked like a draft idol who ran out of nowhere.

The waiter's face turned into a flower with a smile on her face: "Xizai, I have really followed you for a long time, you must work hard, AIM all work hard, I have already booked the tickets for the spring game, and I will see you when the time comes Contest!"

Lin Shen watched the waitress go out, and couldn't help enviously saying, "Flame's female fans are so good-looking! Unlike me, 80.00% of my fans are men!"

"The last live broadcast was a friendly guy with water. A 1.8-meter rough guy confessed to me on the microphone. His voice was like a drake. I almost smashed my computer in fright!"

Yuan Jian: "My fans are also men, but there are no rough men who are 1.8 meters tall to express their love."

Lu Miaozhou tugged at Cheng Xi's wrist, glanced at the bright-eyed young man who was smiling, narrowed his eyes, and said lightly, "What are you doing in a daze, eating."

Seeing the young master bowing his head obediently to chew the beef, he looked away and vented his anger on Lin Shen: "What does Xiaoxi look like, how attractive you are, you..."

The young man's voice paused: "You may be more attractive to macho men, so be careful when you go out to compete in the future."

"I'm a big man, I'm afraid of strong men?!" Lin Shen was furious, and drank a cup of coconut milk in grief, "I tell you Zhoushen, don't look at me, I'm only 1.7 meters and [-], but the man who confessed to me He called me brother!"

"Oh..." Lu Miaozhou curled his lips, "Call me brother during the day, brother at night..."

Lin Shen was furious, cursing and frantically scooping up vegetables from the hot pot, imitating Ink and cursing: "I've finished eating, I won't give you anything left, Lu Miaozhou, your uncle!"

Lu Miaozhou watched him scoop up something from the spicy pot, and said with a faint smile, "I don't eat spicy food, you can do whatever you want."

Then he turned his head and saw Cheng Xi's crimson auricles.

Realizing that the joke that he said with a little color just now probably made the young master shy.

Just as he was about to restrain himself, the female fan who said he liked Xi Zai just now appeared in his mind, and then the shy expression of the boy.

So he raised his eyebrows, chuckled lightly, and teased, "Xiaoxi? Why are you blushing?"

Cheng Xi pondered over the words "evening", "brother", and "scream", and always felt that there was something he didn't understand.

"What did you just say... mean?"

Lu Miaozhou stared at him: "It's nothing interesting, anyway... you won't have that day."

[The author has something to say: Zhou Shen: "Call the young master during the day, and the young master at night..."

Xi Zai: "Brother Lu, don't..."]