This operation is familiar

Victory in the first match of the group stage, Koe's defeat of Xie Lang completely shattered the rumors on the Internet, Storm Ocean instantly became the target of public criticism, and the highlights of Xie Lang's beating also rushed to the top of the game list in just a few hours.

The Storm Ocean Club was lifeless. Although they won the promotion spot afterwards, they still couldn't see a happy smiling face.Especially Xie Lang, those already sinister eyes became more cruel after seeing some comments.

Sitting next to Xie Lang, Mu Di didn't show any anger. As today's summoner, he was beaten the worst. He tried his best to make Xie Lang give up his personal grievances and return to the team to help them, but Xie Lang turned a deaf ear to it. Whether they live or die.

Although he was unwilling to lose to the control tower, seeing Xie Lang's current state, he couldn't help gloating, and sneered softly.

Xie Lang was already full of anger, and when he heard the sneer, he immediately threw away his phone and grabbed Mudi's collar and asked, "What are you laughing at?"

Mudi's violent temper was also aroused, and he said loudly: "Don't you know what you are laughing at? Today, you are beaten like this shit, you still have the face to ask?"

Xie Lang said angrily, "Who are you calling shit?"

"I'm talking about you! What the hell are you fighting for? Every day, relying on your own backing, you are fucking in the team! If you hadn't yelled and looked down on the wind spirit body, you wouldn't have been beaten by Koe today! If it weren't for you According to the captain's intention, we wouldn't lose such a big person today!"

"Do you have the guts to say it again?"

"What's wrong with me? You're a fucking idiot—!" Mu Di was punched to the ground by Xie Lang as soon as Mu Di finished speaking. Hold up the reed pipe.

Seeing blood at the corner of Mu Di's mouth, he cursed louder.

Xie Lang strongly objected when Feng Fengyang sent Song Weisheng the invitation letter, but because Du Yueming was more optimistic about Song Weisheng's strength, he still insisted on sending the invitation letter. Lang hated Song Weisheng very much from the first time he saw him, and later wanted to let him change his career to improve his spirit, but he did not expect that Song Weisheng was also a tough guy, and he would rather give up Fengfengyang's youth training qualifications and continue Playing Fengling body, even carrying his luggage without saying a word, caused Xie Lang to be scolded by the club's manager in public.

The relationship between the two is not so much personal grievances as Xie Lang's unilateral revenge. Song Weisheng is not sure whether he is the one who replaced Tianwen Chuan Shang.

After all, after such a long time, Song Weisheng has long been used to the sense of oppression brought by professional players, and Xie Lang will definitely deliberately disguise his operating techniques to avoid being caught out by sharp-eyed players.

At this time, it would be great if Jiang Yiyao could still remember, and the two of them could conduct a specific analysis based on Xie Lang's operations, even if they couldn't figure out why, it would be better than just thinking about it here alone.

At 12 o'clock in the night, the celebration at the control tower finally came to an end.The people at the table drank totteringly, clamoring to sing.The glutinous rice balls were overwhelmed by alcohol, and fell asleep on the table after drinking two bottles of fruit wine. FX didn't forget to take care of his skin when he went out to eat. He took out a mask from his pocket, rejected the invitation of the second team and climbed onto the bus. Qu Yang was dragging Li Fanxi to chat, changed his usual taciturn appearance, and even talked about the female celebrity he had a crush on when he was a student.

Song Weisheng held the third bottle of sweet milk and watched Qiao Cheng send his teammates to the car one by one, then his eyes fell on Jiang Yiyao.

The whole night, Jiang Yiyao sat on the side of the second team. It was understandable that he rarely showed his face in the second team. Qiu An and Zhan Shiyu finally seized the opportunity. Naturally, there were many things to tell him, and he was also very patient. , Flipping through the rookie information that Qiu An gave him for several hours.

Aside from the month they met, Song Weisheng didn't know the real Jiang Yiyao very well.

Before he officially joined the control tower, he also imagined what kind of person the letter Z is like?

What kind of talent is it that can lead Tower to win the championship for 6 consecutive years?

What kind of talent is it that can always sit firmly at the top of the professional league.

He once read a post that said that a person's character can be seen from a person's operation. If it is completely correct, then the letter Z should be an extremely terrifying and unattainable existence, and he doesn't like to show his face during competitions. , making people feel cold and difficult to contact.

But after getting along for a week, Song Weisheng found that Jiang Yiyao was not as scary as the outside world said. Although he was not familiar with him, in his bones, he was still the Jiang Yiyao he knew.

"What are you looking at?"

"Ah?" Song Weisheng stared at Jiang Yiyao in a daze, until Jiang Yiyao came to his side, put down the milk in his hand and stood up, "It's nothing, shall we go?"

Qiu An and Zhan Shiyu had already gone downstairs, and they were the only two left in the lobby on the second floor.

Jiang Yiyao glanced at the plate Song Weisheng had used, then at the row of empty sweet milk bottles in front of him, and asked, "Are you sleepy?"

Song Weisheng said: "Not sleepy."

Jiang Yiyao nodded, picked up his mobile phone and called Qiao Cheng, telling them to go first, then took Song Weisheng downstairs, and raised his hand to stop a taxi.

Song Weisheng didn't know where Jiang Yiyao was going, but he obediently followed him into the car. The two people in the car didn't speak. Jiang Yiyao seemed to have drunk a little wine and was leaning on the seat with his eyes closed.

After 10 minutes, the taxi pulled up.

Song Weisheng followed Jiang Yiyao out of the car, and saw a private kitchen with lights still on.

The stomach that hadn't eaten much all night suddenly growled, especially in the quiet night.

Jiang Yiyao glanced at him lightly: "I'm not full."

Song Weisheng was a little embarrassed. He really didn't eat much tonight. One was that what Qiao Cheng told him had some influence on him, and the other was that as the protagonist of the celebration tonight, he talked more than he ate.

"How does the captain know that I'm not full?"

Jiang Yiyao said, "I see."

Saw?

But they were so far away, and there were several people between them, unless he fixed his eyes on him, he would never notice whether he was full or not.

Had he been secretly watching him?

Song Weisheng was full of doubts, and just about to get to the bottom of it, he heard Jiang Yiyao take the initiative to say, "I'll take a look at you when I'm free, and I'll see it?"

Song Weisheng said in shock: "How many eyes do you have to look at?"

Jiang Yiyao said, "Many eyes."