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

65

In fact, there was nothing special about Ming Mao’s call. He just wanted to ask if Shen Youzhu’s analysis draft for today’s summary meeting was ready. If not, would it be necessary to postpone the meeting by half an hour? Hour.

Although Shen Youzhu did not participate in yesterday's game, according to the TSG team's long-standing tradition, players who did not participate in the game or who had served as the starter must review the game they were absent after returning, and on the second day Make a corresponding summary at the regular meeting.

In this way, on the one hand, it will not let the players relax, and on the other hand, it is often more intuitive to review the game from the perspective of a bystander than the authorities.

It's just that people never expected that Ming Mao's phone call could be so steady, accurate, and ruthless, as if it had been carefully arranged by someone.

Shen Youzhu himself didn't know what kind of mood he was in when he took the phone from Ye Qian's hand, and after hanging up the phone, Ming Mao's hearty laughter on the other end of the phone and the sentence that blurted out after the laugh was "" It feels so good to be able to hear the eldest lady bragging two miles away." Shen Youzhu couldn't forget it for a long time.

The lingering sound lingers on the beam, endlessly.

Ye Qian tilted his head and looked at Shen Youzhu, and Shen Youzhu also looked at Ye Qian in the same way. The two of them stared at each other with wide eyes. If it was paired with a slightly more provocative BGM, it would feel like they were about to kiss each other in the next second.

But the fact is not the case.

"You're just a dog."

After Ye Qian threw this sentence at Shen Youzhu angrily, he turned his face and was about to leave, but when Shen Youzhu saw this, he hurriedly yelled: "Hey! The good guy stays!"

"Leave your uncle."

"Hey, why are you still swearing, you little comrade."

"roll."

Ye Qian just finished the word "roll" when Shen Youzhu grabbed his shoulder.

"Don't be angry."

"Don't be angry," Ye Qian frowned, turned to look at Shen Youzhu, and let out a cold snort, "Anyway, many people in front of you are noobs."

"..."

"But Cai Gouzi has never heard of anyone who crippled his hand, has he?"

"..."

"Rubbish."

"..."

Shen Youzhu felt as if Ye Qian had used him as a punching bag for boxing practice, and every sentence made him so rude.

Coupled with the angry and mocking expression at that time, I wish I could not cover everything...

In fact, Ye Qian was not angry in his heart, not to mention that what Shen Youzhu said just now was the truth, and he had no room for refutation when he looked into it deeply. It's just a joke.

But Ye Qian just wanted to play tricks in front of Shen Youzhu at this moment. This may have something to do with not waking up today, or it may have something to do with forgetting to ask for an extra corn cup when I bought KFC at noon today, or... maybe related to some other things.

Like that photo this morning.

Ye Qian tried his best to persuade himself not to think so much about what was wrong all the way back. Before, Shen Xiao could say that the boy looked like him... But Ye Qian didn't feel it at all when he first saw it.

It was only after having this layer of psychological hints that I slowly recollected it later that I gradually began to feel that I really resembled Ye Zhao.

And Ye Zhao looks exactly like himself...

In the end, Ye Qian came to the conclusion that he was really not suitable to comfort himself.

The more I persuade, the more my mentality collapses.

"Ye Qian."

"I'm sleepy and want to go back to sleep."

Shen Youzhu wanted to stop Ye Qian, but Ye Qian didn't intend to give Shen Youzhu this chance.

Ye Qian knew that Shen Youzhu couldn't refuse the reason of wanting to sleep. Anyway, he had to say that you don't go to sleep unreasonably. Listen to me and tell you balabala... Then this is not like Shen Youzhu's usual Behave in style.

Seeing Ye Qian strode into his own room, Shen Youzhu stood in the living room with a complicated expression and let go for a while.

I hated myself for making that joke with Fang Haoman at that embarrassing moment... Originally, the next thing Shen Youzhu wanted to say was "Fang Haoman, you are a noob in front of me."

However, before Shen Youzhu could say the first word, Ye Qian stopped him halfway.

heart broken.

*******

The TSG meeting started at 06:30 in the afternoon. After Ye Qian took a nap, his spirit was much better than before.

It's just that when listening to Shen Youzhu's replay of yesterday's game, the uneasy feeling in his heart surged up again.

Fortunately, this meeting didn't last long, and the most nagging manager Xu was not at the base right now, so the meeting ended in less than half an hour.

"Pei Hong."

When the meeting ended, Ye Qian moved his chair to the front of the computer, and at the same time called Pei Hong who was beside him.

"Huh?" Pei Hong was looking at his phone, when he heard Ye Qian tell him to raise his head quickly, "What's wrong Ye Qian?"

"Ye Zhao... has he contacted you?"

To be precise, Ye Qian originally wanted to ask Pei Hong, "Has Ye Zhao harassed you?", but after another thought, Ye Zhao is also his own brother after all, so it seems strange to ask such a question.

So I had to change it to a more normal statement.

As soon as Pei Hong heard Ye Qian mentioning Ye Zhao, and thought of the shameful question she asked Ye Zhao before, her face blushed all of a sudden, and the redness didn't fade until her neck, and said falteringly: "Yeah. , I will contact you in the afternoon."

"What did you say?" Ye Qian saw that there was something wrong with Pei Hong's expression, and thought that something was wrong, Ye Zhao must have said something strange to him that made Pei Hong embarrassed.

Thinking of this, Ye Qian's tone of questioning became tense, and he was always ready to sincerely apologize for the heinous crime committed by his own brother.

"Ye Zhao said...you can wait until I finish the recent competition before starting, but during this time, I have to go to his studio in advance to learn about the specific steps and details."

Huh... ok.

Ye Qian breathed a sigh of relief, and probably guessed in his heart that Ye Zhao would find Pei Hong as a model not to prepare for the next art exhibition, but at most because his father had to check his homework again...

The construction period is about ten to twelve days. If Ye Zhao provides pick-up and delivery, he should still be able to find time.

In addition, during the meeting just now, Shen Youzhu said that his hand has recovered very well, and he will return to normal training and competition soon, so Pei Hong will serve as a substitute again, which will be more convenient.

"Have you made an offer?" Ye Qian asked.

"Not yet." Pei Hong said.

"Oil painting models are very hard work, especially Ye Zhao has a bit of obsessive-compulsive disorder," Ye Qian said, "He may have just had a whim and didn't think about it that much. If you feel that you can't handle it, it doesn't matter if you reject him."

"Ah."

"But it's okay to refuse after you start writing..." Ye Qian smiled, thinking that in this case, he should help his brother to say a few words, "A canvas is very expensive, and stretching the canvas is a bit troublesome."

Pei Hong nodded, and followed Ye Qian's smile.

"Let's train separately today, Ye Qian, you and Shen Youzhu and Fang Haoman, Pei Hong, give Ye Qian a round of support first and then go to Hu Yiyao and the others... What's wrong with you, Boss Hu?"

Coach Ming was arranging the training here, when he saw Hu Yiyao's expression turned ugly for some reason.

"Stomach hurts." Hu Yiyao said, "It hurts for a long time."

"Aren't you..." Ming Mao frowned, "Have you taken any medicine?"

"What did you have for lunch?" Pei Hong who was chatting with Ye Qian suddenly interjected.

"I just ate wontons in the cafeteria."

"Do you have a fever? Is it labor pains or persistent pain? Do you have diarrhea, do you want to vomit?"

"I'll go," Peng Pai was stunned when he heard it, "Pei Hong, you graduated from medical school."

"I would rather," Pei Hong stood up from her seat and walked to Hu Yiyao's side, "Does it hurt if you move now?"

"I can move...but it seems to hurt more when I move. It was a little bit during the meeting just now, and it's getting worse now."

"Have you had stomach cramps, ulcers or gastritis before?"

"no……"

"Confused," Pei Hong said helplessly, "Fang Haoman, go and pour a cup of hot water over here."

"Pei Hong, you seem to understand it very well." Ming Mao, who couldn't help much, stood beside him, as if he had acquired Pei Hong's incredible skill.

"A little nauseous."

"I'm afraid it's not acute gastritis." Pei Hong frowned, "Go to the hospital, right now."

"Don't scare me," Hu Yiyao looked at Pei Hong with a surprised expression, "My digestive system is usually fine, so I don't need it... hiss... it hurts."

"The digestive system is good? Just stay up late every night and drink crayfish?" Pei Hong clicked her tongue, "I'm serious, acute gastritis may be complicated by electrolyte imbalance, and you may not have acute gastritis, anyway, your face now It's almost like a frozen pear just taken out of the ice cellar."

"Can you cut down on that useless adjective."

Hu Yiyao's face was already sweating a little.

"I'll ask Zhou Hechen to accompany you to the hospital. It just so happens that he drove here today. He's on duty in the office and it's fine." When Ming Mao was speaking, he had already opened the address book on his phone, and after finding "Team Leader Old Zhou" Just made the phone call.

"Actually, it shouldn't be necessary..."

After Hu Yiyao said something stubbornly, he obediently raised his hand to take the hot water handed over by Fang Haoman.

"No, you fainted at that moment, we won't surrender and send you to the hospital with the wind." Fang Haoman tilted his head, "You should think about it."

"I'm already like this and you still threaten me." Hu Yiyao had an expression of "you are simply unreasonable", but soon covered his stomach in pain again, "Oh, it really hurts."

"What did you do during the meeting just now?" Ming Mao asked him, "You have to wait until the pain is unbearable before you make a sound?"

"I thought it was just a bad stomach from eating at noon, and I'll be fine after going to the toilet." Hu Yiyao said, "Can you be gentle with me."

Pei Hong listened by the side, and didn't say anything more, her expression was serious, but upon closer inspection, she seemed to be a little dull.

Shen Youzhu, who had been silent all this time, raised his head to look at Pei Hong, and he could guess what he was thinking now.

His father was also hospitalized because of stomach problems... That's why Pei Hong knew so much about these things.

"If it's really acute gastroenteritis...will I be cold for next week's game?"

Hu Yiyao raised his head to look at Ming Mao, then looked up at Pei Hong who seemed to be the most understanding in the audience, and asked with all his strength.

"What time do you still want to compete!" Peng Pai couldn't listen anymore, and patted Hu Yiyao on the shoulder, "Will you die or not?"

"..."

"Let's go to the hospital for a diagnosis first," Pei Hong said in a calm tone, "Maybe it's just a stomach cramp, just take two pills and you'll be fine."

"If it's really acute gastroenteritis, don't panic."

"Just take two pills?" Hu Yiyao's eyes lit up, as if he had seen a spark of hope.

"That's not true." Pei Hong scratched her head, raised her hand and gently pushed Ye Qian who was beside her with a worried face, "I think Ye Qian is also a very good ADC player."

Ye Qian: "?????"