Little handsome guy, don't run away [e-sports]

In fact, after Shen Youzhu left the door, he did not go to find Fang Haoman as he and Ye Qian said, but quietly went to the training room by himself.

Because we have a BO3 training match with SFG today, according to the usual practice, the players should come to the training room 10 minutes in advance to warm up and familiarize themselves with the equipment.

But almost every training match Shen Youzhu will advance half an hour to four or 10 minutes, that is to say earlier than the officially stipulated time.

In his own words, as he gets older, it becomes more and more difficult to practice his hands, so more and more time is required in advance.

It is said that people have to obey their old age, and there is nothing wrong with this saying in the e-sports industry. Even Shen Youzhu, who was once a god in World War I, cannot escape this natural law.

But if you have to look into it carefully, Shen Youzhu is not the only person in the team who is so diligent, and there is another person who is more diligent than Shen Youzhu is Pei Hong.

Well it has nothing to do with age or anything like that.

Seriously, if the team wants to add some honorary titles such as a small labor pacesetter or a small training master at the annual meeting, Shen Youzhu will be able to compete with the person in charge of the awards if the certificate and trophy are not handed out to Pei Hong People are in a hurry.

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"Master, you are here." Pei Hong, who was in the solo row, heard the movement at the door of the training room, and quickly took off an earphone and looked up. After seeing that it was Shen Youzhu, a familiar smile appeared on his face. ,"So early."

"Morning," Shen Youzhu sat next to Pei Hong, which was the seat he had given to Ye Qian yesterday, and then glanced at Pei Hong's screen. He didn't look too shocked, but asked lightly, "Have you eaten yet?"

"Well, I went to the restaurant to eat." Pei Hong nodded.

"Oh……"

Hearing this answer, Shen Youzhu paused for a moment, then opened his mouth and wanted to say something to Pei Hong, but after thinking about it, he finally just nodded with a smile.

Pei Hong's hometown is more than 700 kilometers away from M City where the base is located. It takes a full three days' journey by train, and after getting off the train, he has to take a bus for three hours, so its geographical One can imagine the remoteness of the location, it must be regarded as being in a small mountain village.

Because of poor family conditions, from the day Pei Hong joined the youth training reserve and received her first salary, Pei Hong never asked for a penny from her family. She lived frugally and never compared herself to others. .

Pei Hong knew that there were quite a few sons with mines in the base, not to mention his own home, even the entire village where his home was located would not be enough to buy a bathroom in someone else's villa.

If people are more popular than others, then simply don't compare them.

So now here, no matter how unpalatable the food in the hotel is, as long as it can fill your stomach, Pei Hong will definitely not be able to spend an extra penny on other food.

And it was precisely because Shen Youzhu knew this very well in his heart that he didn't say anything more to Pei Hong.

"In the morning, the restaurant made egg fried rice, red bean paste buns, fried dough sticks and soy milk. It tastes better than last night's dinner."

I don't know if this sentence that Pei Hong squeezed in suddenly was because he saw Shen Youzhu's inner thoughts, or because of something else, anyway, it made people feel a little bit abrupt.

But Shen Youzhu still answered the words with a relaxed and natural face: "Yes, then I should try it."

Pei Hong smiled: "Tomorrow we will go together."

"it is good."

Shen Youzhu agreed, but at the same time wanted to reach out to pat his forehead, just thinking about bringing breakfast for Ye Qian's beating bag, but Pei Hong was left behind by a twitch of his brain.

I don't know if it's because Pei Hong's calling "Master" is too sweet all the time, which made Shen Youzhu feel more and more responsible for him.

But in fact, to put it bluntly, Shen Youzhu is obviously the one who sold his cheap labor to give Pei Hong free guidance.

It's just that Shen Youzhu's thinking doesn't seem to support him to think about the problem in this way.

"Master, how is your hand recovering recently?" Pei Hong manipulated the clockwork demon Orianna, and while walking towards the middle, she turned her head and glanced at Shen Youzhu's hand resting on the chair.

"Where are you looking, it's this hand that's hurt," Shen Youzhu wanted to laugh amused by Pei Hong, "It's been two years since I've been in the team and I still can't tell the left from the right."

"...Maybe it's because I can't tell the difference naturally," Pei Hong laughed a few times, and then her eyes fell on Shen Youzhu's left hand, and she muttered while looking at it: "I went to learn to drive during the offseason, and the coach told me to go left. After the right hand, I have to figure out which hand to use when writing, but it’s too beautiful.”

Shen Youzhu smiled and moved his left hand forward for Pei Hong to see.

There was a three to four centimeter long incision on the back of the left hand, and three stitches were stitched.

It can be clearly seen that the hand has been carefully maintained and cared for, but there is such an ugly and hideous scar on the back of the hand that will not disappear for a lifetime...

It felt like a piece of bubble gum that a child suddenly spat on a piece of art that had been trimmed to the extreme by the artist.

Every time Pei Hong saw Shen Youzhu's injured hand, she would lower her eyes and sigh several times, as if the hand was about to be chopped off with a machete and taken away to give away.

No wonder, thinking about last year when Shen Youzhu's hand was not injured, there was an annual meeting in the club. At that time, the host led everyone to play a game of recognizing people by hand, and divided the contestants into two groups. Three points, plus five points for guessing the name correctly.

Then Shen Youzhu's hand instantly became the biggest distraction in the audience...

Because it is a photo shown on the screen, the audience's concept of palm size is not intuitive, which leads to 80.00% of people thinking that it must be a pair of women's hands.

What happened to Shen Youzhu himself was ashamed. Later, his left hand was injured and stitches were stitched. His teammates all ridiculed him, saying that Shen Youzhu did it on purpose in order to add a bit of masculinity to his motherfucker.

Shen Youzhu's attitude was noncommittal.

"Do you still feel the incision?" Pei Hong asked.

Shen Youzhu shook his head.

"Is it uncomfortable to press the keyboard for a long time?"

"If you feel uncomfortable, go to the competition for me..." Shen Youzhu held his face and narrowed his eyes.

Just this sentence alone, if the official players and substitute players of other teams say this, the substitutes will definitely panic in an instant, worrying whether the regular players will trip him up secretly.

But it seemed very normal when it came to Shen Youzhu and Pei Hong. It was just an ordinary smile, coupled with Pei Hong's very honest nod of agreement, it seemed even more like a joke.

"I think you are beautiful," Shen Youzhu made a gesture to flick Pei Hong's brain with his hand, "It's a short practice."

Pei Hong laughed, but did not deny Shen Youzhu's evaluation of herself.

In fact, to be honest, if possible, why would Shen Youzhu not want to give up the opportunity of MSI this time to Pei Hong? He participated in MSI by himself much more than Pei Hong in terms of opportunities and times, plus this year's hand injury, Shen Youzhu Of course, I want to retire and recuperate for a while.

However, in private, when Shen Youzhu really discussed this matter with Ming Mao, Ming Mao shook his head without thinking.

This can't be blamed on Ming Mao. As a coach, he should put the team's success or failure first. Any fool can see that, compared to Pei Hong, Shen Youzhu is the best option to help TSG win the championship.

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"Oh, Miss Shen, it's too early to marry a maid~"

Fang Haoman seemed to be in a good mood today, he came in humming a little tune, and when he saw Shen Youzhu and Pei Hong sitting together, he casually said hello.

Ever since Pei Hong and Shen Youzhu changed from a teammate relationship to a master-student relationship, they have always been inseparable, and Shen Youzhu's nickname, Miss Shen, even made Pei Hong a married girl.

"Why didn't you call me when you got up?" Fang Haoman sat down, extended his arms and tapped Pei Hong's table twice, "I didn't make any noise when I walked."

"You didn't ask me to call you," Pei Hong said confidently, feeling that Fang Haoman was the person Pei Hong was most uncomfortable with in the whole team, "Oh, by the way, I recorded your snoring yesterday. Listen, lest you never admit it..."

"Your supper is salty and you recorded me snoring, you old pervert!"

"If you snore louder, I'll be bored to death by you, so no one will record it." Pei Hong rubbed her eyes, seeing that she was about to be pushed to the opposite high ground, Pei Hong was in an extremely happy mood now, and Fang Haoman was even more so. Flowing clouds and flowing water come and go freely.

"Listen, listen, this is the apprentice taught by your old man," Fang Hao patted Shen Youzhu's shoulder twice angrily, "Is it going against the sky or something."

"Pei Hong, don't do this next time, it's not good." Hearing the sound, Shen Youzhu turned his head and frowned and looked at Pei Hong, "Is this plausible?"

"I..." Hearing Shen Youzhu's words, Pei Hong faltered for a moment.

On the other hand, Fang Haoman crossed his legs arrogantly: "Listen, are you listening to what your master said about you!"

"Give him a rolling pin before going to bed next time, won't he stop snoring if he faints?" Shen Youzhu's tone was extremely serious, and when he was deeply in love, he even tapped his temple with his fingertips, "Why don't you move before doing things?" Use your brain?"

"Are you fucking dead or not..."

Fang Haoman couldn't listen anymore, stood up dumbfounded, put his elbows on Shen Youzhu's neck and strangled him twice.

Pei Hong also followed along.

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The three of them were playing on the training ground while arguing, seeing that they arrived one after another.

Ye Qian came with Coach Ming, and the two of them didn't know what they were talking about, Ye Qian was still smiling, Shen Youzhu saw it as soon as he raised his eyes.

Coach Ming is a well-known e-sports socialite, he can chat with anyone, this Shen Youzhu is not new, but the fact that he can make Ye Qian laugh at him makes Shen Youzhu deeply feel a little incredible.

The sound effects of "Unbelievable!" and "Amazing!" in Happy Xiao Xiao Le, coupled with this incredible emotion, suddenly broke into Shen Youzhu's mind, thinking of the heart-wrenching thing that he is still stuck in the 321 level of Xiao Xiao Xiao Le At the same time, Shen Youzhu was a little more curious about what the two of them were talking about.

"The training match with SFG will be postponed for 10 minutes," Ming Mao arranged for Ye Qian to sit, and then sat down on his Yang Daye brand velvet chair, "This match is still on Shen Youzhu, Pei Hong and Ye Qian are resting alone. "

"Okay—" Pei Hong replied calmly, holding her face, and probably guessed that such an arrangement would be in her heart.

"Miss, come sit with Ye Qian." After arranging the division of labor, Coach Ming suddenly turned the conversation to Shen Youzhu, "Ye Qian, sit behind Shen Youzhu."

"Huh?" Ye Qian was stunned for a moment, looked up at Shen Youzhu who was sitting by the window, and didn't understand why this arrangement was made.

Shen Youzhu stood up calmly, rolled up his sleeves and raised his finger at Ye Qian, signaling him to stand up, obviously knowing what Coach Ming's purpose is.

"Shen Youzhu Taicai, you can teach him by sitting next to him," Coach Ming said to Ye Qian with a smile, "After all, it's less of a training match with SFG before the invitational match."

After listening to the first half of the sentence, Ye Qian thought that Coach Ming was joking, but when he heard that Coach Ming deliberately pronounced the three letters "SFG" with three accents, Ye Qian felt vaguely in his heart. I understand what coach Ming wants.

But because he was afraid that what he understood was wrong, Ye Qian didn't express the excitement in his heart.

He just stood up and calmly watched Shen Youzhu come and sit down, then he silently moved Shen Youzhu's chair over and sat behind him.

Those who are short of words in their hearts only have the word "shuang" left.

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