It was not until Lu Baiyuan walked down the stairs of the contestant's seat and looked over with inquiring eyes that Jian Rong finally came back to her senses.

He saw Lu Baiyuan's right hand slightly invisible to Zhang He, and he liked to do this when he was tired of his hands.

Jian Rong put the headphones on the table, got up and shook hands with Lu Baiyuan.

Handshake is a very short-lived part of the game. The winner says it is like showing off, and the loser is not in the mood to speak.

The players of Zhanhu are obviously different from ordinary people.

The first few people are all fine, at most they just say "The God of Road is awesome", and when they arrive at the Battle Tiger and Big Bull...

A Niu smiled: "It's awesome to light a male gun."

Lu Baiyuan said: "It's okay."

"The coach finally asked us to get rid of the bad habit of choosing a male gun. We probably have to pick it up again after this game." A Niu sighed: "I will meet you again next time, I will definitely kill you in the early stage."

Lu Baiyuan's tone was not very emotional: "You can't kill me."

A Niu laughed loudly and wanted to say something, but suddenly he noticed a unfriendly gaze coming from behind Lu Baiyuan.

The other three were all in front, and Lu Baiyuan was only one person following him.

Jian Rong stared at the two people in front of him who had been holding hands for a long time. The more he looked, the deeper his brows frowned, and coldly urged: "Can you hurry up?"

A Niu: "..."

After the handshake was finished, the contestants packed up their peripherals and stepped down.

Xiaobai took off the keyboard: "I was so happy in the end. How about we snatch the male gun every game in the future?"

Pine said: "You lie down, I didn't lie down, I 303 (game record)."

"Captain, are you okay?" Yuan Qian turned his head and asked, "You are very anxious in this game, right?"

Yuan Qian's words reminded the other two, Xiaobai and Pine stopped at the same time and looked at Lu Baiyuan.

"Yes." Lu Baiyuan pulled out the keyboard USB port: "I'm sleepy, I want to finish the phone quickly and go back to bed."

Xiaobai wanted to continue asking, but when he saw Jian Rong, who had been tidying up his peripherals, stood up, took the keyboard from Lu Baiyuan's desk, and carefully wrapped the data cable.

Jian Rong said: "I'll take it for you."

Lu Baiyuan glanced at him: "Okay."

The other three looked at their Nakano in confusion.

The commentator and the audience were also confused.

【Soft encountered a real bullying in the team.】

[Soft is too attentive, right? I wonder if anyone else can touch the keyboard of professional players?]

[Where did you eat the brainwashing bag before? The aunt at the TTC base occasionally helps them clean up their keyboards. I have seen it in Xiaobai's live broadcast.]

[Soft is currying about Road? Is this a matter even within the professional team? Alas, players who come from live broadcasts are more snobbish.]

[Working professionally depends on the player's background? Then I have to argue with you. My silly eldest son was at least a millionaire before joining the team. Before the live broadcast was popular, he was the fourth place in the Korean server king. He was not in the top ten and top twenty. Can you pick out a few players in the league of his background in the whole league??]

[No matter how quarrels, I have to clarify some things. My son is not called flattery, but love.]

When the barrage of "Express Love" was passed, the competition shot just gave Jian Rong's back.

He held two peripheral devices in his arms and got off the platform without looking back.

"Thank you for your hard work, you're playing well." Brother Ding stood at the backstage entrance waiting for them. After praising the players from both sides, Brother Ding stopped Lu Baiyuan.

He whispered: "Did your hand hurt again?!"

Brother Ding felt something was wrong when he asked for a male gun, but he was worried that it would affect the condition of other team members, so he held back and didn't ask on the stage.

When reading the post, the director gave Lu Baiyuan a separate shot. Seeing him moving his fingers invisibly, Brother Ding confirmed it almost instantly.

Lu Baiyuan knew that it was useless to hide it from him, but instead made him think more and more, so he whispered: "One, I pressed my hands when I went to bed last night, and it was numb when I woke up."

Brother Ding took out his cell phone and said, "I'll ask the acupuncturist to go to the base. I'll go and communicate with the competition party, and let others go to the post-match interview."

Lu Baiyuan asked: "I'm not an MVP?"

Brother Ding didn't think about it: "Of course."

Behind him, Jian Rong stepped down with the keyboard. Lu Baiyuan caught a glimpse of him, his voice lowered a little, and said quickly: "Then I'll go, a few minutes, it won't be delayed."

At the front desk, the two commentators just came to the process of "analyzing who is the MVP of this game".

Commentary A: "There should be no need to guess this..., right?"

"Indeed." Commentary B also laughed after asking: "If this game only plays two games, maybe there is still something to guess. After all, Pine's single-player road play was very stable in the second game, and the final shot was not bad at all; Xiaobai was very accurate in his eye position and was also in place when he wandered with the jungler; Brother Qian started a beautiful team battle in the later stage. But the third game... was completely a personal show of Lu Shen. Apart from the Soft's wave of grabbing the big dragon, my eyes were always on Lu Shen."

As soon as he finished speaking, the MVP candidate was quickly displayed on the big screen. Lu Baiyuan's front photo appeared on the right side of the screen. In the image photo, he had cold eyebrows and eyes, and next to him was the amazing data of the male gun 8/0/6.

Jian Rong just put Lu Baiyuan's keyboard back into his peripheral bag, and the post-match interview began.

Xiaobai looked at the TV and sighed: "I have never seen my brother so weak."

"He hasn't been sick for too long." Brother Ding sighed: "I should ask him to put on some lipstick before going on."

The person in charge of interviewing today is a male host with an old face. He likes to ask questions outside the game at the end. Seeing that the audience responded well, the league did not stop it.

The previous one is the old routine problem, and Lu Baiyuan deserves it very official.

After a few questions, the host couldn't help asking: "What's wrong with Lu Shen's throat? Is it uncomfortable?"

Lu Baiyuan: "A little cold."

"Be careful when training, you should also pay attention to your health." The host said a few concerns and continued: "Actually, the situation in the first two games today was very stalemate, and the new players seemed not very adaptable to the slow-paced game. Fortunately, you stood up in the third game, and a fast-paced male gun caught Zhan Hu off guard. The audience must have been very excited to watch. I would like to ask... When you selected the male gun, did you prepare for Carry's entire game?"

Lu Baiyuan: "Every player must prepare for the Carry team before going on stage."

The person who always talks less during interviews is looking at the camera and whispers: "But every team plays differently. No player in all the competition areas dares to say that he can carry every game. At this time, he has to try to rely on his teammates. Today is me, and tomorrow it may be Soft, Pine, Qian or Xiaobai."

Jian Rong was slightly stunned, and her fist, which was clenched when she heard "the new player was not adapted".

"Yes, Lu Shen is right." The male host who was surfing crazy online smiled and nodded: "Then I have a private question before the interview is over. Your team's new mid laner's live broadcast of women's clothing some time ago... Lu Shen, what do you think?"

Jian Rong's fist became hard again.

Lu Baiyuan was quiet for two seconds: "It's better than other people's live broadcasts."

After the interview, everyone in TTC got on the car back to the base.

Jian Rong got into the car and found out that the female anchor Youyou who was given to the camera by the director before was also in the car.

"I just want to give Yuan Qian something, stay at your base for ten minutes and leave." Youyou blinked at them: "If you mind, I can do it if I don't enter the base."

He was talking about "you" and seeing Jian Rong. Youyou also came to the base a few times before, and it did not affect the training, so the others naturally had no objection.

Jian Rong shrugged and said that she didn't care.

The female anchor was holding her support card just now, and Jian Rong didn't know how to communicate with her, so she returned to her seat all the way from her eyes.

Youyou saw this and couldn't help but talk to him: "Soft, don't be uncomfortable, treat me as an ordinary father... Just an ordinary water friend."

Yuan Qian laughed: "What are you teasing him... Xiaorong, don't pay attention to her, she just talks too much."

Seeing Lu Baiyuan and Brother Ding got into the car together, Jian Rong didn't even look back and replied with a vague "Yeah".

Lu Baiyuan walked through the front seats and responded casually to Brother Ding, and naturally sat next to Jian Rong.

Lu Baiyuan's eyelids were so heavy that he kept his eyes closed and rested all the way. It was not until the car stopped in front of the base door that he remembered something, opened his eyes and turned his head to ask, "Where is the medicine?"

Jian Rong: "Brother Ding said he won't take it first. The doctor will come to the base for examination before prescribing you the medicine."

Lu Baiyuan nodded and said nothing.

The doctor was already waiting in the living room. As soon as they returned to the base, Lu Baiyuan followed the doctor into the idle conference room.

It was already late at night when it was already 11 o'clock in the evening when Jian Rong stood on the stairs on the second floor and looked at the locked conference room, then went head-on into the training room.

The game was too tiring today. The others played a few matches and went to rest, but Jian Rong continued.

Just after playing a few rounds of rankings, my phone suddenly rang. It was a bank text message. His income from the day he resumed broadcast was received.

Jian Rong took a few glances at the specific amount, and hesitated for a second, and opened the live broadcast software.

【At one in the middle of the night? What is your underworld broadcast time??】

[You dare to start the broadcast just after the game. Are you here to scold me?]

[Wake up? I just saw you sleeping and playing with the little fishman.]

[Here, get a number card, think about what you scolded you today.]

"Why is it the broadcast?... Anyway, it's also playing ranks, and I'm just trying to make time. I'll see if I can cheat some gift money." Jian Rong entered the single queue and took the time to watch the barrage: "I dare to broadcast live in the game so badly... I'm not good at playing today, and I'll work hard next time. If I'm playing bad, I'll let you scold me a few times and don't be a bad person. Cherish this opportunity, after all, I don't know if there will be next time."

"The main reason I didn't say hello before the broadcast started. The house manager arranged it temporarily. If it was so late, I wouldn't bother others to work. I love to scold."

Tonight, Jian Rong was the only one on the team, so there were some other fans who came to his live broadcast room.

【Ahhh, please ask how is the Road??】

【Today, he looked so pale when interviewing him. Are you feeling uncomfortable?】

【Please give me some peace of mind...TAT】
To be continued...