"...What are you two doing?"

Hearing the sound, Jian Rong subconsciously stopped and let go of Lu Baiyuan's hand.

The feeling of pressing on his hands disappeared, Lu Baiyuan slowly opened his eyes and met the two people standing at the door.

"Okay?" After a while of sleep, Lu Baiyuan woke up after a few seconds. He sat straight, turned his wrist, turned his head and laughed hoarsely, "It feels much more comfortable, thank you."

Jian Rong usually pressed for ten minutes, but he just saw Lu Baiyuan closing his eyes as if he was asleep, so he just kept pressing, no matter how hard he was.

Jian Rong nodded with her eyes down and said, "Just relieve it."

After finding out the situation, Brother Ding breathed a sigh of relief, and then was stunned - what was he nervous just now?

Brother Ding coughed: "Why... I bought some crayfish and came back to serve you as a midnight snack. Where are the others?"

Jian Rong said: "I have returned to my room to rest."

Brother Ding put the food on the table: "They must not have sleep. Xiaobai posted a Weibo a few minutes ago. You shouted in the group and let them come down to eat."

Jian Rong stood up from the sofa: "I'll go upstairs and call, I'm going to charge my phone."

Ding Ge: "Okay."

When Jian Rong walked upstairs, Brother Ding immediately asked the person on the sofa: "Hand hurts? How long have you practiced today?"

Lu Baiyuan said lightly: "I haven't practiced for long."

"It started playing at 4:00 pm." The deputy coach took out his mobile phone to check the record and said, "The last game just ended thirty minutes ago."

Lu Baiyuan: “…”

"It's not long." Brother Ding grinded his teeth: "It's only eight hours, and he's almost caught up with the youth training student."

"Don't the starter work harder than the youth trainer?" Lu Baiyuan cleared his throat: "It's not that exaggerated, there's a break in the middle."

Brother Ding said: "Don't you know what your own hands are? You just have two hours of rest in the middle, and the training volume is more than you can!"

"Okay, just a little bit." Lu Baiyuan looked at the direction of the stairs and quickly took it back: "Don't be so exaggerated, it's just that I've been playing for a long time, and my hands are fine."

"You're cheating." Brother Ding said angrily: "Also, are there no physical therapist in the team? If you ask someone to press it for you, what should I do if the press fails? Besides, Jian Rong has practiced for a day and will give you a massage when getting off the machine... If you don't know, you will think you are bullying the newcomer."

Lu Baiyuan raised his eyebrows. He didn't think so much, but just saw the child holding his clothes and insisting on his own... he agreed casually.

He said, "Just say it, there is no shortage of this crime."

As soon as Lu Baiyuan entered the industry, he was very popular. His popularity soared and he was controversial.

When he won the S Championship in the first year, the two Korean strong teams were eliminated early, and black fans were given the title of "Bake-up King"; when he won the MVP in the game, black fans said he was "resource prince", and even F6 and Sanlang were not allowed to the mid laner; he shot commercial advertisements like other players, and fans said that he relied on his face to make a living and pleased female fans...

There are countless such things.

Another charge of bullying newcomers does not have much impact.

Brother Ding was speechless for a while and immediately took out his cell phone to make an appointment with the physiotherapist.

The next day, Jian Rong rubbed her eyes and walked into the training room. She was stunned for a few seconds when she saw the person sitting next to her camera.

Lu Baiyuan lowered his head and played with his cell phone. After hearing the movement, he looked up: "Good morning."

Jian Rong stood there, holding milk and bread in her hands: "...Beautiful."

"Put the bread back and I bought you breakfast." Lu Baiyuan raised his chin and pointed to the plastic bag on Jian Rong's table: "After eating and training."

Jian Rong came back after putting the bread, and Lu Baiyuan was still sitting next to his camera.

The porridge I bought for breakfast was still hot.

Jian Rong took two quick sips: "I can eat and play, otherwise you can go and get a number first?"

Lu Baiyuan was playing Landlord: "What number should I get?"

Jian Rong swallowed the porridge in her mouth and asked vaguely: "Isn't it a double row?"

"I don't practice today." Lu Baiyuan said: "I'll see you play."

Jian Rong: “…………”

Jian Rong has been an anchor for more than two years and can play games without changing her face under the gaze of hundreds of thousands of people.

There was only one person sitting next to him today, but he was nervous and he was ranked like he was playing professional games in every game.

Just as he was pushing forward and trying to find an opportunity to kill the opponent's mid laner alone, the person around him spoke leisurely: "Get back a little."

Jian Rong quickly calculated the damage: "I can kill."

As soon as he finished speaking, the enemy jungler appeared behind him and cooperated with his home to click and kill Jian Rong's snake girl.

Lu Baiyuan said indifferently: "The opposite is UUG's middle and jungler. They have a habit of playing junglers. They are likely to catch the seventh level."

"…Oh." Jian Rong pursed her lips and opened the mall to buy equipment: "I'll pay attention in the future."

"Just pay attention to the ranking." Lu Baiyuan said in a natural tone: "I'm here to play, you can just press it."

Jian Rong bought the wrong equipment and silently withdrew it and rebuyed it again: "I understand."

When the staff walked into the training room with more than a dozen packages in hand, Jian Rong was still in the game. When he heard the movement, he just glanced at him and withdrew his gaze.

A few minutes later, several small packages were placed on his desk.

Jian Rong was in a group, but she didn't even look at it: "I gave it wrong, I didn't buy it online."

"No." The staff explained: "These are gifts from fans."

E-sports players have received a lot of attention in recent years. The number of popular players even exceeds that of most celebrities. It is not uncommon to receive gifts from fans.

Jian Rong asked in confusion: "Can we accept gifts?"

"Yes, but we can only receive a small portion of the gifts. We will confirm that there are no dangerous items inside and then send them." The staff looked at Lu Baiyuan: "Lu Shen, these are yours, please put them on the table?"

Jian Rong took a look.

He received three packages, and Xiaobai and his team also had three or four on the table, while Lu Baiyuan...

Lu Baiyuan's gifts were placed all over the floor, and at least a dozen were seen.

Lu Baiyuan glanced at the package and said, "Didn't I say I won't accept these?"

"Brother Ding said... these are all given by your big fans, and it is not appropriate not to charge them." The staff coughed: "Don't worry, it's not expensive, it's just some handmade products."

After the staff left, Lu Baiyuan got up to unpack the package. Although he received the gift, he was obviously not in a bad mood.

Jian Rong pushed the enemy base and couldn't help but glance at Lu Baiyuan frequently.

Discovering his sight, Xiaobai whispered: "Someone has sent my brother something bad before."

Jian Rong asked: "What's bad thing?"

"Just... bugs, etc., I just put them at the base door. I only knew what it was after it was demolished. It happened a long time ago." Xiaobai paused: "But after that, my brother would occasionally accept gifts. His fans were very attentive and often sent fans' messages. Until one time he received a new mobile phone, the person who gave the gift was exposed by black fans. He was a senior high school girl who bought it for his college tuition... My brother was scolded very badly during that time."

Jian Rong was so angry that she heard this: "What does this have to do with him? Why should she scold him?"

"I said he would charge high-priced gifts. Actually, my brother was useless at all, so he asked Brother Ding to return it. But he was playing a game at the time and Brother Ding was too busy, so he delayed for two days." Xiaobai was speechless when he talked about this: "Later, my brother was worried that the little sister would not have time to sell her mobile phone and had no money to go to school, so he transferred her tuition money."

"Xiaobai." Lu Baiyuan suddenly shouted.

Xiaobai: "Brother, I didn't say anything!"

"..." Lu Baiyuan frowned and said, "Borrow a few scissors."

At the end of the game, Jian Rong turned her head and saw Lu Baiyuan standing with her back facing her, unpacking the package.

The first package is a hand-sewn mutton bear, wearing a small TTC uniform, with the ID "Road" on it.

The handmade one is just as good as that, and the bear's face is a little crooked.

Lu Baiyuan looked at it for a few seconds, stretched out his fingers to straighten the bear's nose, and tweaked it twice without any result. The man's shoulder trembled with sighs and placed the bear on the shelf of the computer desk.

The second package is a mobile phone case. Jian Rong couldn't see the decoration on the shell clearly, and only saw the word "husband".

Lu Baiyuan picked up his phone and hesitated for two seconds, finally opened the cabinet and put the phone case in it.

The third package is a handmade scarf.

The fourth package is handmade gloves…

Seeing that he had unpacked all the packages, Jian Rong took back her head with confidence.

"Xiaobai." Yuan Qian came over and said, "Help me take a photo. The fans gave me a scarf. I will be a souvenir. You can post on Weibo in the future."

Jian Rong took a look and saw that Yuan Qian's game ID was embroidered on the scarf, and the embroiderer looked very beautiful.

Looking around, the gifts received are not expensive, but each one is very attentive, especially in winter, almost everyone has a scarf.

Looking at the three packages in front of him, Jian Rong licked her lips and felt inexplicably expecting her.

He hadn't received a gift for a long time. When he recalled it, he could only remember the ticket that Lu Baiyuan handed over.

Jian Rong took out the nail clippers from the drawer, carefully opened the first package, and once opened it, he saw the list of products placed by Taobao merchants—

"Buyer: Soft's Dad"

"Product: Inner height-enhancing insole invisible silicone full pad artifact, comfortable and invisible without tiring feet x2

New men's fashionable height-enhancing insole thickened x2
To be continued...