Auxiliary super fierce

"What's wrong?" Fang Chi squeezed Wen Tu's fingers.The two are close, so naturally they will not ignore the strangeness of each other.

Wen Tu originally wanted to say that there was nothing wrong, but then remembered that Fang Chi, who had only promised a few days ago, would explain things clearly, but it was really not the time to talk, so he could only purse his lips and whisper, "Go back and talk. "

Fang Chi nodded, and turned his gaze to the screen again.

After 25 minutes, OPG and the opponent fell into a bitter battle. A small mistake caused the team battle to start passively. OPG lost three players in seconds and lost the dragon. The opponent took the dragon buff and pushed down the crystal in the middle and the second tower in the bottom lane.

"You can still fight." Fang Chi narrowed his eyes, "The next wave of big dragons will decide the outcome."

"During the period, we have to drag off the opponent's big dragon buff." Wen Tu also raised his head and glanced at the screen, "The economic gap in equipment is not very large, and we can recover it."

"The next wave of dragons is not easy to fight," Fang Chi nodded, agreeing with Wen Tucai's statement, "The opponent's eye position must be taken first."

"Not necessarily." Wen Tu said, "Look at the line of troops."

The conversation between the two was not loud, but it was still overheard by those who cared. Zhan Si and Ding Shengran were talking in a low voice, their eyes fell on Wen Tu, and they shook their heads slightly.

OPG dragged on until the end of the dragon buff, defending the opponent's wave after wave of attacks, and only dropped a second tower on the road.

The second big dragon in the game is the hope of OPG's comeback. The support, accompanied by the top laner, went to arrange the ward early, and only waited for the big dragon to seize the opportunity to take the initiative to start the team after it refreshed.

The people in the lounge waited with bated breath, and the ten people on the stage were also uncomfortable. They were tense, and they were afraid that a mistake of their own would lead to the ruin of the whole situation.

"Open!" Someone in the lounge yelled first, and everyone looked at the screen nervously, not daring to miss a second.

When the team battle was won, Fang Chi's mind went blank. The lounge was filled with cheering and hugging people. Fang Chi looked at Wen Tu and smiled: "This is the championship?"

"En." Wen Tu nodded, hooked Gou Fangchi's finger, and said with a smile, "3:1, we won."

Fang Chi felt a little unreal.

He played professionally for four years and never won a championship. In the worst year, he even played in the relegation match. Now he won a championship suddenly, which made him a little unacceptable.

Yi Fan excitedly pushed the coach towards the door, Qin Yu and the people from ZLK were talking softly, Peng Li signaled Wen Tu and Fang Chi to follow up, then glanced at Yi Fan, and said something softly.

"Let's go." Wen Tu took two steps forward, turned sideways, "Get ready to receive the award."

"Ah." Fang Chi looked at Wen Tu, "Why aren't you excited at all?"

"You're not excited either." Wen Tu thought for a while and said, "This is the collective champion, and I'd rather win a championship that belongs to NK."

"This is also exciting, but not that kind of excitement..." Wen Tu tugged at the hem of his clothes, was lightly bumped by members of other teams and then quickly let go, "Can you understand?"

"Understood." Fang Chi smiled, "I just want to win the championship with me."

Wen Tu was startled, then nodded: "Yes, I want to be with you."

Fang Chi looked into Wen Tu's eyes and took a deep breath, stretched out his hand and pinched Wen Tu's face: "It's on stage, go back to the hotel to clean you up."

Wen Tu opened his hand and ran out of the lounge in a few steps. When Fang Chi followed him out, he found him waiting for him.

The two were the last to go on stage.

On a stage, four team members, plus the substitutes, stood in a row, so crowded that it was difficult to breathe.

Wen Tu was very good at finding a position, so he leaned towards Fang Chi. After making sure that the camera had scanned NK's side, he leaned half of his body on Fang Chi by using the angle, lazily staring at the front and raising his hand. OPG captain from the trophy.

Spring split, msi, summer split, S game.

Wen Tu thought in his heart that he wanted to accompany Fang Chi to win the championships of these competitions.

The last one may be difficult, but he wants to do it, and he knows that Fang Chi will definitely work hard for that goal.

"Come on." Wen Tu suddenly raised his face and said softly.

The host echoed the voice of the host and the cheers of the audience. Fang Chi might not have heard what Wen Tu said, but Fang Chi felt it. He lowered his head slightly and smiled at Wen Tu.

After winning the championship, there was a party. The team members who often met but seldom got together for dinner began to let themselves go as soon as they entered the box. They entered the box after eight o'clock and kept playing around in it until the early morning.

Naturally, wine was indispensable at the party, except for the underage Zhan Si, everyone drank a lot, except for the few glasses toasted between the teams that must be drunk, Wen Tu never raised the wine glass at other times.

One is that Fang Chi refused to let him drink, and the other was that the others saw him as a child and didn't come to drink him.

After returning to the hotel, only Zhan Si, Wen Tu and the team leaders were still awake. After sending their team members back to the room, Wen Tu helped Fang Chi walk into the room step by step. He took out the room card and opened the door. Before helping him in, he caught a glimpse of Zhan Si.

Something went wrong when the organizer booked the hotel, and they booked Zhan Si's room on the same floor as Fang Chi and the others. When they came down from the stairs at this moment, they should have just sent Ding Shengran back to the room.

Zhan Si politely nodded at Wen Tu and the others, then turned and walked to his room.

"What position did you play before?" Wen Tu asked in a low voice, supporting Fang Chi.

Maybe it was because he asked too suddenly, Zhan Si was stunned for a long time before turning around and looking at Wen Tu: "What do you mean?"

"Are you a support player?" Wen Tu thought about it seriously during the party. The aggressive and aggressive style of play and the usual rank encounters are both Zhansi of the mid-unit, and maybe they were not the support position in the first place.

Just like himself.

"It wasn't before." Zhan Si raised his hand and scratched his face, staring straight at Wen Tu with his dark eyes, with the corner of his mouth slightly curled up, showing a polite and distant smile, "It will always be in the future."

After he finished speaking, he nodded at Wen Tu, turned around and walked back to his room, leaving Wen Tu thinking in place.

"Hey, haven't you seen enough?" Fang Chi suddenly raised his hand to pinch Wen Tu's chin, and kissed him on the lips, "Am I going to be jealous?"

"Ah." Wen Tu came back to his senses, looked up at the surveillance camera, turned around and opened the door that had been automatically closed just now, and walked in with Fang Chi before asking, "Why are you jealous?"

"You and that little assistant." Fang Chi drank a little too much, and his speech was slurred for a while, and the end of the voice was unconsciously out of tune. Wen Tu couldn't help laughing.

"I just asked him." Wen Tu pushed Fang Chi to the bed, and took off his coat. "He should be forced to help like me."

Fang Chi was very happy that Wen Tu took off his clothes more and more smoothly, obediently let someone take off his clothes, and then put one hand on the back of Wen Tu's neck, gently kneading: "Ding Shengran took Did the gun force you to change your position?"

"No," Wen Tu put Fang Chi's clothes aside, lowered his head to sort out his words, and then continued, "When I first tried out the mid laner, I was ready to sign a contract with the club."

"Once when I was in line with Ding Shengran, the middle unit was robbed, so I could only go to support. After the fight, he came to the training room to find me and said that my style of play was very similar to his..." Wen Tu paused , "A friend of his."

Fang Chi raised his eyebrows, motioning for him to continue.

"Afterwards, he kept pestering me, asking me if I would consider switching to an assistant. I refused, but he insisted." Wen Tu raised his hand and put it on Fang Chi's hand that was pressing on his neck , "It happened that something happened to Lu Yuan chasing him, and the club was short of people. He kept persuading me, so I switched to support."

"You're not being forced," Fang Chi said.

"It was originally planned to only play for half a season, because our mid laner in the summer split agreed to recuperate from his injuries, and the coaching staff planned to let me play." Wen Tu frowned at this point, "But I don't know if Ding Shengran asked the CEO What, the summer split did not allow me to switch back to the mid laner."

"...He didn't like you, did he?" Fang Chi was a little surprised. The poor performance of AST in the summer split that year was mostly due to the unstable performance of the substitute mid laner.

"Some ADs are obsessed with support." Wen Tu said, "Zhan Si...the style of play is a bit like mine." Maybe their style of play is very similar to that 'friend'.

"Is that his obsession? That's called insanity." Fang Chi pinched Wen Tu's neck and retracted his hand, "Are you worried about Zhan Si?"

"Yeah." Wen Tu stared at Fang Chi's hand and nodded, "But he seems...to do it voluntarily."

"Never mind him." Fang Chi fell back on the bed, feeling dizzy, and the ceiling was spinning in front of his eyes, so he simply closed his eyes, "You can't figure out your silly thoughts, so you might as well spend more time." Put your mind on me."