It wasn't until Lu Boyuan walked down the steps to the players' seats and looked back with questioning eyes that Jian Rong finally came back to his senses.

He saw Lu Boyuan's right hand opening and closing slightly, which he also liked to do when his hands were tired.

Jian Rong put the headphones on the table and stood up to shake hands with Lu Boyuan.

The handshake is a very short part of the game. The winner seems to be showing off, while the loser is not in the mood to speak.

The players of Zhanhu are obviously different from ordinary people.

The first few were okay, at most they just said "Lu Shen is awesome", but when we got to Zhan Hu Daniu...

A Niu smiled: "Lighting up the male gun is awesome."

Lu Boyuan said: "It's okay."

"The coach finally made us junglers get rid of the bad habit of choosing male guns. After this battle, we will probably have to pick it up again." A Niu sighed: "Next time we meet again, I will definitely kill you in the early stage."

Lu Boyuan's tone was emotionless: "You can't hold me down to death."

A Niu laughed loudly and was about to say something else, when he suddenly noticed an unfriendly look coming from behind Lu Boyuan.

The other three were in the front, with only one person following behind Lu Boyuan.

Jian Rong stared at the hands of the two people in front of her who had been holding hands for a long time. The more she looked at them, the deeper her frown deepened. She coldly urged, "Can you hurry up?"

A Niu: "..."

After shaking hands, the contestants packed up their peripherals and left the stage.

Xiaobai took off the keyboard and said, "I was so happy in the last round. How about we grab the man's gun in every round from now on?"

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

"Captain, are you okay?" Yuan Qian turned his head and asked: "You played very anxiously in this game, didn't you..."

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

"Yeah." Lu Boyuan unplugged the USB port of the keyboard: "I'm sleepy, I want to finish typing quickly and go back to sleep."

Xiao Bai wanted to continue asking, but Jian Rong, who had been busy packing his peripherals, stood up, took the keyboard from Lu Boyuan's desk, and carefully wrapped the data cable.

Jian Rong said: "I'll help you get it."

Lu Boyuan glanced at him: "Okay."

The other three looked at their Nakano in confusion.

The commentators and the audience were also confused.

【Soft encountered bullying within the team.】

[Soft is being too attentive, isn’t it? Didn’t you know that professional players’ keyboards are not allowed to be touched by others??]

[Where did you get the brainwashing kits earlier? The aunt at the TTC base occasionally helps them clean their keyboards. I saw it in Xiaobai’s live broadcast.]

[Soft is fawning over road? Do you even want to do this within a professional team?? Alas, it turns out that players who come from live streaming are quite snobbish. 】

[Does playing professionally depend on a player’s background? Then I have to tell you a lot. My stupid eldest son was at least a millionaire before he joined the team. Before the live broadcast became popular, he was on the fourth Korean server King of Kings and Star TV.

He is not ranked among the top 10 or 20 League of Legends anchors. How many players in the league can you pick who are better than him??]

[Noisy, noisy, I need to clarify some things. My son is not called fawning, it is called showing love.]

When the barrage of "showing love" flashed by, the competition camera just showed Jian Rong's back.

He held the two peripherals in his arms and walked off the stage without looking back.

"Thank you for your hard work, you played well." Brother Ding was waiting for them at the entrance of the backstage. After praising the players in the upper and lower groups, Brother Ding stopped Lu Boyuan.

He lowered his voice: "Does your hand hurt again?!"

Brother Ding felt that something was wrong from the moment he asked for the male gun, but he was worried that it would affect the state of other team members, so he endured it on the stage and did not ask.

When reading the note, the director showed Lu Boyuan a single shot. When he saw him moving his fingers invisibly, Brother Ding confirmed it almost instantly.

Lu Boyuan knew that it was useless to hide it from him, but would only make him think more and more, so he responded in a low voice: "One thing, I pressed my hands when I went to sleep last night, and they were 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 communicate with the competition team and let others do the post-match interview."

Lu Boyuan asked: "I'm not MVP?"

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

Behind him, Jian Rong came off the stage holding the keyboard. Lu Boyuan caught a glimpse of him from the corner of his eye, his voice lowered a little, and he said quickly: "Then I'll go, it won't take a few minutes."

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

Commentator A: "This... there should be no need to guess anymore, right?"

"Indeed." Commentator B also laughed after asking: "If this game only lasted two rounds, it might still have to be guessed. After all, in the second round, Pine's solo lane was very stable, and he didn't miss a single last hit; Xiaobai

When roaming with the jungler, his eye position was very precise and his awareness was in place; Brother Qian started the team battle beautifully in the later stage. But the third game... was completely Lu Shen's personal show. Except for the soft grab for the baron.

Bo, my eyes have always been on Lu Shen."

As soon as he finished speaking, the MVP candidate was quickly displayed on the big screen. Lu Boyuan's frontal photo appeared on the right side of the screen. His face in the photo was cold, and next to it was the astonishing data of 8/0/6 for the male gunner.

As soon as Jian Rong put Lu Boyuan's keyboard back into his peripheral bag, the post-game interview began.

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

"He just hasn't been sick for too long." Brother Ding sighed: "I should let him touch up some lipstick before putting it on."

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

The previous question is an old and customary question, and it is official that Lu Boyuan deserves it.

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

Lu Boyuan: "A little cold."

"You should also pay attention to your health after training." The male host said a few words of concern and continued: "Actually, the first two games today were very close, and the new players seemed not very accustomed to the slow-paced game. Fortunately, in the third game

In the first round of the game, you stood up and caught Zhan Hu off guard with a fast-paced male gun. The audience must have been very excited to see it. I would like to ask... when you selected the male gun, did you do a good job of carrying everything?

Preparations for the field?”

Lu Boyuan: "Every player must be prepared to carry the team before taking the stage."

The man who usually talks little during interviews was looking at the camera and said slowly: "But every team has different play styles. No player in all competition regions dares to say that he can carry every game. Now we have to try."

I have to rely on my teammates. Today I stand up, but tomorrow I may be soft, pine, qian or novice."

Jian Rong was slightly startled, and her clenched fists loosened a little because she heard "the new players are not used to it."

"Yes, Lu Shen is right." The male host who was surfing the Internet like crazy smiled and nodded: "Then I have a personal question before the end of the interview. Your team's new mid laner's women's live broadcast some time ago... Lu Shen, you

how do you feel?"

Jian Rong's fist became hard again.

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

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

When Jian Rong got in the car, she realized that the female anchor Yoyo who had been shown the camera by the director before was also in the car.

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

I am talking about "you" and looking at Jian Rong. Youyou has been to the base a few times before, so it does not affect the training, so the others naturally have no objections.

Jian Rong shrugged, saying that he didn't care.

This female anchor was holding her support card just now. Jian Rong didn't know how to properly communicate with her, so she avoided her eyes and returned to her seat.

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

Yuan Qian laughed: "Why are you teasing him... Xiaorong, please ignore her, she talks too much."

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

Lu Boyuan walked across the front row of seats, casually responded to Brother Ding, and naturally sat next to Jian Rong.

Lu Boyuan's eyelids were so heavy that he closed his eyes to rest along the way. It wasn't until the car stopped in front of the base that he remembered something, opened his eyes, turned around and asked, "Where's the medicine?"

Jian Rong: "Brother Ding said you shouldn't eat it for now. The doctor will come to the base to check and then prescribe medicine for you."

Lu Boyuan nodded and said nothing.

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

It was already 11 o'clock in the night after eating and taking a shower. Jian Rong stood on the stairs on the second floor and looked at the closed conference room, then ducked into the training room.

Today's game was too tiring. The others played a few ranked games and then went to rest. Only Jian Rong continued.

Just after finishing a few rounds of qualifying, his phone suddenly rang. It was a text message from his bank, saying that his income from the day of the replay had arrived.

Jian Rong glanced at the specific amount and opened the live broadcast software without hesitation for a second.

[One o'clock in the middle of the night? What time do you think the underworld will start broadcasting??]

[You dare to start broadcasting just after the game, are you here to scold me? 】

[Are you awake? I just saw you sleepwalking and playing with a little fishman.]
To be continued...