Chapter eight hundred and eighteen ten unwilling innings
"You don't know?" Zhao Xuan asked solemnly.
"I... don't know." Lu Yunqian vaguely noticed something, but now she could no longer lie, so she had to answer truthfully.
Hearing what Lu Yunqian said, Zhao Xuan looked like he was relieved of a heavy burden, and he sighed softly and said to himself: "That's right, that person is indeed not you."
Lu Yunqian looked pale and looked at Xiao Yuan uneasily, hoping to get instructions on what to do now. However, seeing Xiao Yuan's solemn expression, she suddenly shouted at Zhao Xuan: "You want a plan from our team members? I don't know.
Does the league prohibit clubs from trading games privately?!"
"We just had a chat, and he didn't give me any plan. And when I talked to him, you hadn't won the championship yet, so you weren't under the control of the alliance. Besides... that person wasn't from your team, right?" Zhao Xuan was, after all,
The leader of the team was not intimidated by Xiao Yuan's scolding, and calmly tapped the teacup with his fingers, making a tinkling sound from his fingertips.
Lu Yunqian was silent, staring blankly at the empty plate in front of her. She completely understood the reason why Zhao Xuan wanted to invite them here in a hurry. But it was useless to say anything now, so she could only continue to listen.
"Who is the person you are chatting with? When did you chat?" Xiao Yuan asked with a gloomy face.
"In the middle of the night before the finals of your qualifiers, I was chatting with Hengdao Yijian in the game. However, I know that person is not Qianqian, nor you, nor Li You, nor Qingchuan." Zhao Xuanruoyou.
He said thoughtfully, his eyes gradually drifting to the other side, "He knows me very well, he knows my early competitive state, he also knows the internal situation of Qian Hun An, and he also knows the playing styles of Xiang Fei and Mingyue Pavilion.
This man speaks without mercy, and all the things he points out are so sharp that it makes people unable to save face, so they can only admit it. Alas, I haven't had a good night's sleep since I finished talking to him. Look at the circles under my eyes.
It’s all dark.”
Zhao Xuan stretched out his hand miserably and pointed under his eye rims, showing the two dark circles on his face to the two people opposite him. Lu Yunqian remained silent and glanced at Zhao Xuan's face secretly, and found that those sharp eyes were looking at him.
Looking at himself, he immediately and subconsciously avoided looking away, not wanting to get involved.
"What did that person say to you?" Xiao Yuan continued to ask like an interrogator.
Zhao Xuan looked at Xiao Yuan, smiled, and replied reluctantly: "As for me, I originally wanted to ask him if he could give us Qianhun An a tactical plan, but he turned down the offer even if it reached 700,000 yuan.
Instead, he gave me a good training. Hey, I won’t say what he was training. At the end of the conversation, he reminded me to train Su Qihong, saying that the kid had great potential, and then I got offline."
"Since you think you are not from our team, then who do you think is chatting with you so much using Hengdao Yijian's account?" Xiao Yuan asked further, his eyes extremely sharp.
"How did I know, this is not a question you should answer!" Zhao Xuan felt aggrieved.
"You said you are not from our team and you didn't tell me your name. How can I verify it for you?"
Xiao Yuan counterattacked with a move that made Zhao Xuan roll his eyes. Only then did he realize that the first three questions were a trap he used to get around him. He had to say everything himself, so that they would always be outsiders. Zhao Xuan secretly cried that he shouldn't
Talking to Xiao Yuan, the master of strategy, his eyes glanced at Lu Yunqian again, this time his eyes became much softer.
"Sister Sissi, I didn't mean to embarrass you, but that person's tone and words that day were very similar to a former friend, so I wanted to come over and check with you. Don't think that I'm here to embarrass you.
, I really don’t have this idea.”
"Like...who?" Lu Yunqian asked anxiously.
"Like your brother, Lu Daoheng." Zhao Xuan said solemnly, then lowered his head and closed his eyes silently, pressing his temple with his right hand, rubbing it while recalling: "That day when Heng Daoyijian scolded me in the game until now
I remember them all clearly. As long as I close my eyes, I can clearly feel that it was Lu Daoheng standing in front of me and saying those words. His expression, his eyes, his movements and tone are all the same as they were four or five years ago.
Exactly the same, it’s really hard for me to forget!”
"..."
Lu Yunqian looked at Zhao Xuan. Only those who have a close relationship with her brother could say these words. It seemed that he was not asking about Hengdao Yijian to threaten them in exchange for tactics, but because he really missed his brother. Thinking of it
Here, her guard against Zhao Xuan gradually loosened.
"When I first started playing in the NFL, I wasn't very familiar with your brother. I knew that he was a senior player in the industry, had won an MVP, and had very good results. But at that time, the more I heard about these names being passed around, the more dissatisfied I became.
I wanted to step on him. I originally thought about waiting for the season to start before playing him again, but it took too long, so I just made a direct challenge and asked him to come to the online game for a duel."
"We played ten games in the game. Your brother won ten games and I lost ten games. It was very miserable. After I came back, I vowed to beat him one day. If you don't take revenge, you are not a gentleman. Thousands of souls are in despair.
From then on, he was sworn in with the bloody battle world conservation! But... later on, I somehow got closer and closer to your brother. I think your brother is a good person and good at e-sports, so he is a brother worth having."
"Later on, your brother and Xue Zhan Tian Xia started to have conflicts. I almost didn't see him play in that game, and only played once or twice in the points game. It was that time that I was lucky enough to lead Qian Hun'an to the NFL.
Champion. Although I won the coveted trophy and honor, I still can't let go of the ten games I lost at the hands of your brother. I really want to have a good fight with him again. But, it's impossible..."
After Zhao Xuan finished speaking, he took a sip of water and seemed to have given up on getting answers from Lu Yunqian. He simply expressed his depression. After all, there was no one around him to talk about these things except them, even if he couldn't get anything today.
, if someone listens to these words, they can sleep well at night.
"What if I tell you...that person is my brother?" Lu Yunqian said cautiously, her voice as low as if she was afraid of disturbing a sleeping cat.
?!
Zhao Xuan suddenly stopped stroking the cup in his hand, his eyes were as bright as torches, and he stared at the girl opposite. It was as if she had just uttered a magic spell in her mouth, an incredible magic spell that could bring the dead back to life.
Make the impossible come true and see hope. It also seems to reveal the suspenseful truth that has been going on for centuries. However, the truth is completely different from what everyone inferred, and no one can easily accept it.
He just stared at Lu Yunqian blankly, neither speaking nor moving. There was a silence in the private room, as if everyone was thinking about their own things, until someone broke the mysterious silence.
"Hello, distinguished guest, the food is now served."
The door of the private room was gently opened, and the male waiter slowly pushed the dining car in from behind. Another female waiter in a classic cheongsam floated softly and gracefully to the side of the crowd, placing the dishes one by one from the dining car to their tables.
It's so stable and light that a bowl of soup didn't even shake when it was moved.