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

At the moment when he asked this sentence, Ye Qian's eyes deliberately stayed on Shen Youzhu's body for a few seconds.

He wanted to observe Shen Youzhu's expression carefully after hearing this question.

To be precise, even though Cheng Yaofei had clearly told Ye Qian before that he could take the initiative to ask Shen Youzhu about his hand injury, but at this moment, Ye Qian was still not sure whether this question was true for Shen Youzhu polite.

Maybe Shen Youzhu himself is not willing to take the initiative to recall the story behind this scar, and if this is the case, it can just explain why until now, those e-sports media who have always been good at watching six ways and listening to all directions The reason for Shen Youzhu's hand injury can't be revealed at all.

Thinking of this, Ye Qian suddenly felt a little regretful that he inserted a needle just now, and also hated his mouth that was always ahead of his head.

But it's okay, Shen Youzhu didn't have any abnormal expression after hearing Ye Qian's question. If there was anything abnormal, it would be that two seconds later he suddenly showed an unpredictable expression like a convulsion. Xi hooked the corner of his mouth, his slender and deep eyes narrowed into a line: "How about you guess?"

"... Where am I going to guess?" Ye Qian smacked his lips in a lack of interest, and then said to Shen Youzhu after secretly reassuring, "It's not a fairy."

"Then after I tell you, you have to keep it a secret for me." Shen Youzhu said.

"Okay." Ye Qian nodded.

I feel that in contemporary society, a request in the form of "you have to keep it secret for me after I tell you" or "don't tell me after I tell you" is definitely the most irresistible request. one of the requirements.

There's even a good chance there isn't one.

And for Ye Qian, this conclusion is still feasible.

Seeing that Ye Qian readily agreed, Shen Youzhu involuntarily put his arms on Ye Qian's shoulders, then took advantage of the situation and gently bent down, closing the distance between himself and Ye Qian.

The faint breath hit Ye Qian's slender neck, with a warm temperature, Ye Qian was stunned for a moment.

"I--"

Shen Youzhu's voice was even softer than his breath, and the gentle voice echoed in Ye Qian's ears as if it was about to fascinate the soul.

Even if there is only a simple "I", it still makes people want to stop.

At that moment, Ye Qian's heart seemed to be in a hot air balloon, and it was lifted to his throat without any effort.

I don't know if it's because he is excited about knowing the truth of this matter that has made him curious for a long time, or because of some other reasons that he can't explain clearly.

Ye Qian didn't have time to think about it, he just urged himself to put all his attention on what Shen Youzhu was about to say.

"Hey, I won't tell you~"

…………

"Day, your second uncle!"

Ye Qian, who was being teased again unintentionally, raised his head in surprise and widened his eyes to look at Shen Youzhu who killed a thousand swords in front of him. Everywhere is so owed.

He was so angry that he subconsciously raised his leg to kick Shen Youzhu, but Shen Youzhu dodged it quite flexibly.

Ye Qian was so angry that he just wanted to roll his eyes, since he couldn't meet Shen Youzhu's person, he could only vent his anger verbally.

"I told you that your hands are all retribution!"

After scolding, he was puzzled and added another sentence.

"Tomorrow, your broken hands will become chicken feet."

After finishing speaking, Shen Youzhu laughed even more happily as if he was sick.

Ye Qian became even angrier in an instant.

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The schedule of the Mid-Season Invitational Tournament is five days in total.

The first two days were [-] to [-], the third day was [-] to [-], and the semi-finals on the fourth day were the two teams with the least points in the group of the top three to fight to determine the winner, and then compete with the team with the most points in the finals.

After two days of life-and-death competition, the TSG team, as the only representative team in the LPL division, lived up to expectations and advanced to the MSI finals, and competed for the final championship with the No. [-] seed LTG team in the LCK division that won in the semi-finals.

For a while, TSG's team name instantly became a high-frequency vocabulary among major social platforms.

The news of support came one after another, and the number of fans on the official blog could not wait to double. Even before the game started, the momentum and state shown by the fans seemed to be that TSG had already won the trophy, and they were arrogant and arrogant. It's like going home.

But to be honest, this may not be a good thing for TSG.

The night before the finals, TSG's training room was dead, and even Manager Xu, who was always talkative, was solemnly silent.

"I still stick to my idea, and I don't think what Song Bingyang said about Aoun and Yasuo's bottom lane combination is the so-called routine... This is obviously nonsense." Zhou Liang frowned, and his tone was unprecedented. Seriously, "LTG's bottom lane must play poke. Even if you are invincible in the mid-to-late game, if you can't make it through the early game, what about the mid-to-late game? Do you think the map resources are placed there for the sake of looking good?"

"Zhou Liang, you are always willing to live in the rules and regulations of your own three-acre land. How could I not know what LTG's bot lane is? Do you think I haven't considered what you said?!"

"But the state you are showing now and the thinking you have summarized really make me doubt it."

"What about you?!"

"Oh, that's enough, let's not say a few words." Coach Ming, who had been silent all this time, frowned and waved his hands, signaling the two agitated analysts to calm down a bit, "What are you doing, Huo?"丨The smell of the medicine chokes the nose."

"Can……"

"Also." Coach Ming was so angry that he reached out and slapped the back of Zhou Liang's hand, who was still eager to say something, and then patted the table anxiously, "Is this an e-sports competition or a debate meeting!"

"...I'm sorry." It's rare for Coach Ming, who has always been known for his calmness, to turn up the tone. Zhou Liang backed off all of a sudden, looked at Coach Ming and asked timidly, "Brother...you're angry ah."

Zhou Liang's cowardly question stunned Coach Ming for a moment, then he turned his head to look at Zhou Liang and sniffed: "That's not true."

"..."

"It's just that you guys have something to say, can you please?" Coach Ming took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes. He was really tired after these few days. Still haven't gotten used to it yet.

The heart is tired and the body is more tired.

"I think it's better to follow what I said at the beginning, find a breakthrough in the middle lane, and stop messing around in the bottom lane..." Hu Yiyao said this with a bit of difficulty. It seems that the strength is not enough.

But there is no way, the fact is like this, and the problem of losing face is no longer a concern.

"After all, the pressure came to the middle again..." Ming Mao raised his head, glanced at Shen Youzhu who was sitting silently on the seat, and called softly, "Brother Zhu...?"

Generally, in such occasions, everyone would not dare to call Miss Shen Youzhu, after all, she is the hope of the whole village.

Shen Youzhu raised his eyes, feeling as if he was distracted just now, this time when he realized that the topic had shifted to himself, he quickly turned his thoughts forward for a few words, thinking about what this group of people just said What, then nodded: "Oh, good."

"Then your hand..." Manager Xu straightened his body, his eyes fell on Shen Youzhu's injured hand.

Xu Yichen himself doesn't know much about games, and the second tier of silver in Pilgewater District is already the limit of his limits, so generally at such times he himself cares more about the physical and psychological conditions of the players.

"It's okay." Shen Youzhu smiled, and retracted his hands into the sleeves of his coat.

"Compared to bot lane and jungle, LTG's mid lane is indeed a shortcoming." Analyst Zhou Liang rubbed his chin, "Then let's try to end the game [-]-[-], so Brother Zhu can have a little less burden Some."

"LTG is not a wild card, 3:0 is not so easy..." Song Bingyang was upset by Zhou Liang just now, but now he couldn't help retorting, "If Brother Zhu can't make it, so will Pei Hong choice."

"Me?" Pei Hong, who lowered her head and was fiddling with her phone, was taken aback for a moment, as if she was a little surprised how she could be cueed to herself all of a sudden.

Then he turned his head to look at Coach Ming and other teammates.

After a tacit pause of two seconds, Pei Hong shook his head awkwardly, and said with a smile: "I feel that I really want to play now, but I really can't do it this time... I know the coach and the team The brothers here are embarrassed to say it, but I am self-aware, and I can almost guess what kind of fairy-level scene I will play if I play... I can’t embarrass the team.”

Everyone continued to remain silent in unison, as if the pause button had been pressed.

I saw Pei Hong move the chair to Shen Youzhu's side: "Besides, so many competitions have come, tomorrow is the last one, my master will definitely be able to survive."

Shen Youzhu frowned, as if he was not willing to listen to what Pei Hong said.

But I was in an awkward situation, and it was difficult to refute, otherwise it would seem that I was evading responsibility.

Shen Youzhu remained silent, looking down at his hands.

Finally he sighed helplessly.

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When Shen Youzhu returned to the room after finishing the final summary meeting, Ye Qian had already lain down under the covers.

Originally, Shen Youzhu thought he was asleep, so he walked towards his bed lightly like a thief, for fear of waking Ye Qian up, but after only two steps, he heard Ye Qian's voice. Suddenly came a sentence: "I still think the one on the left is pretty good... It's a bit like my dad's style of painting, don't you think?"

Shen Youzhu was taken aback, his eyes widened and he turned around to see that Ye Qianzheng was talking on a video call with the cat under the covers.

Ye Qian got up slightly when he heard some movement in the room, and when he saw that it was Shen Youzhu, he took off his earphones and pointed to the charging mobile phone beside Shen Youzhu's bed: "I just had your call."

"okay."

Shen Youzhu responded perfunctorily.

Because compared to who made the call himself, he was more curious about who Ye Qian was calling at this time, so he couldn't help turning his head to observe Ye Qian's expression, and saw Ye Qian facing the screen With a serious face, he tilted the screen to the left and to the right, not knowing what he was observing.

Mouth still have to keep chanting.

"I said that if you really want to paint watercolors, I would advise you not to paint flowers. It's better to paint a fruit plate. If you paint flowers every day, you will be your flower fairy."

After two seconds.

"I am Flower Fairy and you are Flower Fairy's brother."

There was an interval of three seconds.

"You're the dung beetle."

…………

Where is this going?

Shen Youzhu felt that he might as well not listen for a while, even the dung beetle jumped out of the cloud.

He simply sat back on the bed and picked up his mobile phone to look at it.

Gee.

Xiao Ke's phone...

Shen Youzhu frowned, a bad premonition suddenly emerged in his heart.

But when she dialed back again, Xiao Ke's phone couldn't get through.

Ye Qian who was under the blanket probably saw that Shen Youzhu's expression was not right, so he straightened up slightly, took off another earphone and asked Shen Youzhu: "What's wrong with you?"

Shen Youzhu didn't respond to his voice, his eyes were fixed on the screen.

In my impression, Ye Qian seems to have never seen Shen Youzhu have such an expression...

How should I put it, it's kind of scary.

"Shen Youzhu...?" Ye Qian stood up unconsciously, completely ignoring Ye Zhao's urging on the phone, just staring at Shen Youzhu.

"Huh?" This time, Shen Youzhu came back to his senses, and smiled faintly after realizing that Ye Qian called him.

"what happened to you?"

As Ye Qian asked, he guessed that the meeting in the team just now had upset him.

But Shen Youzhu waved his hand at him.

"fine."

"fine……"