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The group of people were at a loss, and they intuitively told them that something must have happened to the two of them, otherwise Yi Fan would not have lost his temper so much, but they always felt that it was not easy to ask in detail.

Fang Chi and Wen Tu had no choice but to follow Qin Yu out of the arena. Before getting into the car, Wen Tu suddenly looked in one direction and stopped moving. Fang Chi who was walking beside him looked at him suspiciously: "Let's go?"

"Ah." Wen Tu came back to his senses, looked over there twice before turning his head, "Okay."

Fang Chi followed his line of sight to look over there. It was just a group of fans holding their support team light signs, and they were leading the cheers spontaneously organized by the fans.

Nothing out of the ordinary.

"What are you looking at?" After getting into the car, Fang Chi touched Wen Tu with his knee.

"Just now..." Wen Tu frowned, and waited for Fang Chi to sit down next to him before continuing, "I saw someone just now, he looks familiar."

"A fan?" Fang Chi asked.

"No, it's the person who fought with me last time." Wen Tu saw Fang Chi's expression changed, and after a moment of consideration, he said, "It looks familiar."

"Does this look familiar? You've already had a fight with someone." Judging from Wen Tu's wounds, there was a high probability that Wen Tu had unilaterally slapped him in the fight last time. Fang Chi didn't pay much attention and leaned back.

Wen Tu frowned and stopped talking.

That person is indeed very familiar, because I didn't think about it when I met last time, and because of the strange expression and inexplicable action of the person, Wen Tu beat him up, and when he arrived at the hospital, his nose was bruised and his face was swollen, and he couldn't see it at all. What's going on.

But this time is different.

It was obviously not raining, but that person was holding a black umbrella and standing at the outermost line of fans receiving aid. He was standing there wearing a black jacket, quietly watching the line of fans receiving aid .

A figure quickly flashed through Wen Tu's mind, but before he could catch it, he disappeared.

Where should I have seen him.

Wen Tu thought.

where?

Because of the strange atmosphere of the top laner and the jungler, no one spoke along the way, so Fang Chi leaned against Wentu, leaned against his elbow, and quickly swiped Weibo with the other hand.

Since the last live broadcast, Fang Chi and Wen Tu's CP fans have increased, and they even set up a Weibo super chat, where Fang Chi is reading fans' speeches with a CP filter, which is quite interesting of.

Most of the photos posted by fans are when they were not together, the two people occasionally stood side by side or looked at each other, or a large double-row record - Fang Chi quickly flipped down, and finally stopped at a picture on the photo.

I don't know which time he won the game, Yi Fan jumped over and hooked Fang Chi's shoulders to brag about how wonderful his back squat was. Fang Chi smiled and listened to him, the two were very close, and Wen Tu behind him But he looked straight at himself.

Fang Chi was overjoyed when he saw this photo, and handed it to Wen Tu to see: "Aren't you really going to confess?"

Wen Tu was thinking about something, glanced at the photo, and said casually, "What?"

"When did you fall in love with me?" Fang Chi asked with a suppressed voice, thought for a while and then said, "Don't you just transfer because of me?"

"No." Wen Tu shook his head, and it took him a while to realize that he was joking, "Why did I transfer for you, for your skills?"

"For my face." Fang Chi blinked at him, laughing.

Wen Tu pulled the corner of his mouth and smiled.

Back at the base, I first put the peripherals back in the training room, and then went to the conference room to wait for the coach to come to the meeting. Everyone was very familiar with this process, but nothing happened.

It's just that the sitting position during the meeting has changed a little.

Yi Fan refused to sit next to Qin Yu, but sat at the front in a daze, Qin Yu also seemed to be angry with him, and sat at the back.

"What are you guys doing?" Peng Li frowned and said in a serious tone, "If you have any problems, let's talk about it and let's solve it together. What's the temper of a team?"

Fang Chi responded: "The meeting room is so big, and Qin Yu sits so far away, can't we give the coach a loudspeaker to hold the meeting?"

Wen Tu nodded in agreement, and then kept staring at Yi Fan. Yi Fan was annoyed by him, so he buried his head and played with his phone.

"Why is Qin Yu sitting so far away?" The coach opened the door and came in, and was stunned when he saw the scattered positions of several people inside, "Sit over here, I have a sore throat today."

Only then did Qin Yu slowly move back to his usual position.

The coach shook his head and started today's wrap-up meeting.

Wen Tu listened absent-mindedly, still wondering where he had seen that person in his mind.

There is not so much unreasonable hatred and hatred in the world, that person can't rush to beat someone just because he is a fan of AST... But what if it is really because of this?

"Wen Tu?" The coach frowned, "Where should the eye position be given for this wave?"

Wen Tu was called by name, and he came back to his senses in an instant, and blurted out the sentence he was thinking: "Then I'll hang him on the tree."

coach:?

Crowd: ?

Fang Chi stopped talking and smiled at the wall for a while.

Wen Tu touched the tip of his nose and said the correct position.

Questions that could not be answered were put aside, and no one knew the reason for the conflict between Qin Yu and Yi Fan. They simply looked forward and set their sights on the intercontinental competition before the Spring Split.

As the name suggests, the Intercontinental Tournament only takes teams from that continent to fight against each other. Its gold content is not as high as MSI, but it is still a big competition. In addition, the place where it is held is in China, and the officials attach great importance to it. For NK, this is also a big competition. It's a great opportunity to show yourself on the big stage.

The intercontinental competition always takes the top two teams from the AB group to participate. There are a total of four teams. The No.1 AST in group A and the No.1 OPG in group B are two points ahead of the No.2 in each group, which is quite a big gap. ZLK in group No.2 is one point ahead of No.3, and there is a threat of being overtaken at any time.

As No.2 in Group A, NK leads No.3 UST by a small point. There is still about one and a half months to go. If UST continues to win consecutively, then NK will keep winning every game. And successfully won 2:0, and can successfully get the place in the intercontinental competition without losing any small points.

This is not easy to say, but it is really difficult to do. NK almost lost a small point several times, but fortunately, he still won the game in the end.

"Damn it, if we don't win this intercontinental competition, I'll fucking die on the spot at the entrance of the arena." Yi Fan got off the stage, cursing while packing up the peripherals.

"It's as if we have already won the quota." Fang Chi put a cigarette in his mouth and didn't light it. "Maybe we will lose tomorrow?"

"Who will fight who next?" Yi Fan raised his head and asked after putting the mouse away.

"AST plays LSQ." Wen Tu glanced at the schedule on the wall.

The knock on the door interrupted the conversation of the people in the lounge. Zhang Yingxian thought it was a reporter, so he stood up and opened the door, only to find a strange person standing outside the door.

"...Hi, who am I looking for?" Zhang Yingxian closed the door a little.

"Hi, I'm looking for Wentu." The man smiled gently.

They were in the backstage lounge, and most of the people who could enter the backstage were staff, reporters, or some fans who came in through their connections to ask the players for autographs, Zhang Yingxian didn't think much, turned around and shouted: "Wen Tu, someone is looking for you. "

"Ah." Wen Tu responded, stuffed the mouse pad into Fang Chi's hand, turned and went to the door.