"Then guess what he should do to me!!"

In the morning training room, Xiaobai moved the chair to Pine and told a story for a long time.

Pine only wore one headphone, ignored him, and was concentrating on fighting a team battle.

Xiaobai ignored his indifference, swallowed the fried dough sticks in his mouth and said, "He actually responded to me - "Good evening"!!!"

"I definitely heard it right. Although his tone was still sarcastic, it was definitely "good evening"!"

Pine clicked back to the city and interrupted him before he said the third sentence "Good evening": "Aren't you mortal with him?"

"Ah?" Xiaobai paused, then nodded: "Yes."

"You seem to want to wear a pair of pants with him now," Pine said.

noob:"……"

Pine still looked at the computer screen with a blank expression: "Don't you think you are very similar to a certain group?"

Xiaobai: "What group?"

Pine: "That group of idiot fans in his live broadcast room."

Xiaobai: "…fars."

"What clothes do you go to dry at 2:30 in the middle of the night?" Pine asked.

"I can't sleep, so I'll wash it by the way." Xiaobai leaned back on the chair, "I'm talking about it. When I returned to the room after drying my clothes, the lights in your and Brother Qian's room were still on, and I saw it through the crack of the door."

"I didn't sleep much..." After the game, Brother Qian rubbed his eyes and said, "No one in the base should have slept well last night."

"No, Soft must be sleeping soundly," said Xiaobai. "He has never liked Kan."

As soon as the words were finished, the person involved appeared outside the door.

Jian Rong was holding milk in her hands, her hair was a little messy, her collar was not very neat, and her eyelids were hanging with no energy. She looked like she could sleep on the spot when she gave her a pillow.

He yawned seven times on the way from pushing the door and turning on the game.

noob:"?"

Yuan Qian asked: "Soft, you didn't sleep well last night?"

Jian Rong entered the ranking interface and replied in a silence: "Yes."

Yuan Qian nodded in understanding: "Don't blow the wind on the balcony for so long next time, it's easy to have a headache."

The cold arrow shot over, Xiaobai's back cooled down, and he slowly pushed the chair back to his position with his butt.

"It has nothing to do with blowing the air." Jian Rong casually made an excuse, "Suddenly he was a little bit recognizable."

Everyone in the training room: "..."

That was quite sudden.

Jian Rong turned on a custom mode and practiced for half an hour to replenish the troops. In the end, she couldn't help but pick up the cup and walk towards the tea room.

The TTC base is very comprehensive, the tea room table is filled with tea bags, cocoa powder, etc., and there is a coffee machine next to it.

Jian Rong didn't know how to use this thing, and she had no interest in research, so she just made a pack of instant coffee to deal with it.

The warm winter sun shone in, just hitting Jian Rong's face, making her feel comfortable and comfortable.

The black coffee was not added with sugar or milk balls, so Jian Rong frowned.

But I finally got a little more energetic. I still had a training match in the afternoon, so I was sleepy again and couldn't perform.

"Who is it?" A heavy and hoarse voice came from behind.

Jian Rong picked up the cup and turned around and met Kan, whose eyes were swollen and walnuts.

Kan is quite strong and tall, and can block the door of the tea room by just standing there. He is obviously in a bad mood and hasn't had enough sleep, so his expression is not very good.

After seeing Jian Rong, his face became worse, and his eyebrows were so frowned that they could kill mosquitoes.

Everyone knows that Soft watches TTC games the most often, and Kan is the one who ridicules the most.

If you want to say who is the most hated Soft among professional players, it must be Kan.

Kan's fans would initially go to the live broadcast room to curse people, but in the end, because they couldn't scold Soft's fans, and Soft didn't mind their attacks at all, so they didn't make any more noises later.

Soft started live broadcast without adding filters to beautify people, and Kan recognized them at a glance.

"Soft?" Kan was stunned. He was already annoyed. Seeing the coffee in Jian Rong's hand, his nameless fire became even more intense, and even swearing: "Why the hell are you here? Who brought you in?"

It seems that I can't leave for a while.

Jian Rong took a step back, stood by the window and basked in the sun, and asked, "You have the responsibility for this place?"

The casual tone was as casual as during the live broadcast, and Kan became even more angry. He said impatiently: "It's not my responsibility, but you are not worthy of being a trash anchor like you. No matter who brings you, get out of here."

Jian Rong sneered: "I don't deserve a trash anchor like me, but I'll be a fake contestant like you?"

Kan was like being poked into the heart and blood rushed straight into the head.

Although the situation is done, the league is still doing its final work, and the TTC Club has not issued a relevant announcement yet. Not many people know about this...

He looked at Jian Rong again.

TTC's surrounding water cup, comfortable and spacious clothes, messy hair, and a pair of black slippers, a lazy look that he had just woken up.

The base has regulations that no outsiders will be left to stay overnight.

Kan suddenly remembered that he secretly asked Yuan Qian last night if he had found a new mid laner in the team.

Yuan Qian was silent for a long time before telling others that he had already tried out at the base.

He felt it was ridiculous, and it took him a long time to recover and asked in shock: "Are you here to try out?"

Jian Rong lowered her head and took a sip of coffee, too lazy to respond to him.

Kan smiled, angrily. He said, "Brother Ding can't find the mid-lane? Why do you want any despicable people?"

Others may get angry when they hear this, but Jian Rong doesn't.

Compared with the group of fans in his live broadcast room, Kan is like a chick going crazy.

He thought for a while and said, "Maybe he lowered his requirements after meeting you."

Kan couldn't help but walk forward two steps forward, his face flushed: "What's wrong with me? I've been playing for more than eight years and have never made a few mistakes. You, you are just a garbage who is famous for insulting others. You can't do anything other than mouth players every day... You are so young, you haven't grown up yet? Have your parents taught you how to respect others? Have you taught you how to be a human being?"

Kan became more and more angry as he spoke: "I tell you, I have no scruples now. I must ask a lawyer to sue you. It is impossible to let garbage like you dominate the Internet anymore. I will also tell Brother Ding what you did online and let him kick you out..."

Jian Rong nodded, understood for a moment and asked, "It means you can cook, but you won't allow others to say it, right?"

As soon as he was about to refute, Jian Rong spoke again.

"But you are right. I don't have a tutor. I can't control my mouth when I see a contestant who has a tens of millions of contract fee and is still beaten to a poor match. This is my problem. I didn't care about your mood..." Jian Rong said lightly: "You can sue me, I will definitely apologize in court and apologize to your fans. 'I was wrong. I repeated Kan's melon skin operation'. Do you think that's OK?"

Kan's neck was so angry that he was controlled by his emotions. His shoulders were fluctuating vigorously with his breathing. He subconsciously picked up the canned Ahuatian beside him.

"What are you doing?" A gentle and low voice sounded, breaking the stalemate between the two.

It's Lu Baiyuan.

He was wearing a gray regular dress, the same color as Jian Rong's long-sleeved one, and stood behind Kan with a water cup.

Although it was a question, his expression was calm and he didn't seem to need an answer.

Seeing him, Jian Rong stood up straight with her eyes down and quietly released the tightly held glass that was ready to fight back at any time.

Kan was called back to reason, glanced at the things in his hand, and then explained for a while: "...I, I want to make some drinks."

Lu Baiyuan said "Yeah" indifferently: "After drinking, go find Brother Ding, he has a few things to talk to you."

"...I understand." Before Kan's breathing could subside, he glanced at Jian Rong hard and put Ah Huatian back to his original position: "I'll go find him now, and suddenly I don't want to drink it."

Lu Baiyuan rinsed the water cup: "Go."

There were only two people left in the tea room.

Jian Rong lowered her head and wondered if she was too loud just now, and was about to leave with coffee.

"He is in a bad mood, don't worry if he says anything." Lu Baiyuan poured the coffee powder into the coffee machine and said.

Jian Rong paused and said, "Okay."

Lu Baiyuan pressed the button and turned to look at him: "Will you win or lose?"

"..." Jian Rong looked at him for a few seconds, and then said, "I have never lost a quarrel."

Lu Baiyuan smiled. His eyes were bright when he smiled, which made people feel more comfortable than the sunshine on Jian Rong's face.

Lu Baiyuan looked at the instant coffee packaging bag in the trash can and said, "Well, I'll make you a cup of coffee as a reward?"

Jian Rong looked at him quietly.

Lu Baiyuan: "Don't you want to drink?"

Jian Rong poured all the instant coffee and answered his words with his actions.

Lu Baiyuan was fiddling with the coffee machine when suddenly he heard someone beside him ask.

"Will I be kicked out?"

Lu Baiyuan didn't reply: "Why do you ask that?"

Jian Rong grabbed the hair on her forehead and said for a while: "Kan is your former teammate, and the others can't get along with me."

"If you can get along with each other, you have to play in the training match before you know." Lu Baiyuan said: "Or do you have no confidence to play well?"

"Yes." Jian Rong deserved it very quickly. A few seconds later, he said again: "I can fight well."

Lu Baiyuan handed him the coffee: "Play it well then afternoon, don't embarrass me."

Jian Rong took the cup blankly: "It makes you... embarrassing? Why?"

Lu Baiyuan said: "Because you are the one I recommend to come in."

Jian Rong looked at him dumbly, and after a long time, he asked again: "Why?"

Lu Baiyuan refused to laugh: "Why...I also want to know why, will your resume be submitted to me?"

Jian Rong: “…………”

Why did he ask so many whys???

If he accidentally saw the QQ number during the live broadcast and remembered it for two years, would he be kicked out of the club immediately as a pervert?

Jian Rong now wants to stuff her head into a coffee cup.

Fortunately, Brother Ding arrived in time and rescued Jian Rong's head.

"You are here." Brother Ding said, "I have been looking for you for a long time."

Lu Baiyuan put down the coffee cup: "Have you told Kan about everything?"

Brother Ding nodded heavily: "Well, he has no objection, but..."

Halfway through his words, he glanced at Jian Rong.

Jian Rong immediately said: "...I'm going to train."

Jian Rong was very fast, and the coffee in the cup almost swayed to the ground.

After waiting for someone to leave, Lu Baiyuan asked lightly: "Have the heating at the base been turned too high recently?"

Brother Ding was stunned: "Twenty degrees, what's wrong?"

"No," Lu Baiyuan paused: "The children in the team often blushed."
Chapter completed!