"Sister Xianghe, who is that person outside?" Li Xianghan asked. She was assisting the double platoon with Pei Junzhi and didn't pay much attention to the commotion outside. She only knew that someone was coming.
"It's a member of FNC." Li Xianghe said, "He said he came to me for an autograph."
When saying this.
Li Xianghe is quite proud and proud.
Did you see that?
I have fans all over the world.
The World Championship has not officially started yet.
I couldn't wait to put on the team uniform and sign the name "Faker" for myself.
Maybe at the opening ceremony of MSI, Rekkles will take the stage wearing a team uniform with an ID written on it, and appear in front of the media cameras as a 'Lee Sang-ha fan'.
"You want an autograph?" Li Zaiwan was stunned, "I thought that group of people came here to cause trouble for you. But they have been taught by you Ryze to be submissive. If not, call your teammates over to restore the situation."
The traditional skill of cutting the screen.
SKT players are more or less good at it.
It’s just not as frequent as the ‘big devil’ Li Xianghe.
She took a sneak peek at the battle situation in the middle lane several times. The opponent was either pinned under the tower and shivering, or was trying to gain experience at the extreme distance. The last hit had to be dealt with according to the situation.
Such a miserable situation requires Blank to GANK from time to time.
It was her instead.
He will definitely yell at the screen.
Quit the game and don't get angry!
Become the grumpy old lady instead.
Maybe they will follow the network cable and cause trouble.
Wasn't there a piece of news before? It said that a certain player was tortured and killed multiple times by her opponent. She was so angry that she drove to the opponent's house and shot him to death with a few "bang bang bang" shots.
In other words, things are slightly better here in Europe.
Let's replace it with Los Angeles, North America.
Don't you, Li Xianghe, have to be beaten into a sieve by the scary old lady?
"What if they really have that plan?" Li Xianghe raised his eyebrows.
"If you really have that plan, then you really have it." Li Zaiwan spread his hands, "I won't stand in front of you stupidly anyway. You are the one bullying me, what does it have to do with me as an assistant?"
She is just a helper who lives aloof from the world.
It cannot determine the outcome of the game, and it cannot cross the line of troops to suppress the opponent.
An irritable old lady really came to my door.
The first target must be Li Xianghe, the mid laner.
As for Su Yuhang?
Do you have the heart to be cruel to such a handsome young man?
For such a heartless answer.
Li Xianghe hummed and smiled.
Come on.
teammates for so many years.
It turned out to be just a superficial plastic sisterhood.
"What do you want to eat tonight?"
Lee Jae-wan lay back on the chair leisurely.
The training match is over.
The time has come to six o'clock.
The sky outside the window gradually became gloomy and gray.
The winding street lights and advertising signs in the distance complement each other in the night.
"How about continuing to eat pork knuckles like yesterday?" Li Xianghan asked tentatively. Yesterday, she took a long time to look through the menu with pictures before she found the food that suited her appetite.
Other potato soup or raw meat sausage.
Either it doesn't look good, or the taste is so novel that I dare not try it.
"Let's forget about the pork knuckles." Li Zaiwan waved his hand, "That stuff is horribly high in calories. If you eat it every day... your body won't be able to bear it."
It’s true that she is the ‘big eater’ in the team.
But he's not the kind of fool who kills and eats stupid people.
This kind of high-calorie and high-fat food is just a try once.
"How about taking a long way to try the Chinese restaurant here?" Li Xianghe suggested.
In Europe, the only restaurants that are more suitable for taste are Chinese restaurants. The rest of the places are occupied by sausage shops and elbow restaurants, with chain burger restaurants mixed in between.
"I think it's okay."
Jiang Shanjiu nodded in agreement.
Yesterday's potato soup tasted pretty good.
But it still can't be compared with the daily diet at the base.
Even if we don’t have stone pot rice, we can’t even satisfy a simple request like ramen for breakfast, let alone soup, rice, barbecue, and a small plate of kimchi.
It can only be said that the variety of food here is not rich enough.
"Should we take the bus or walk directly?" Li Zaiwan asked.
She had asked the team assistant before that the arrival of the bus here depends on the situation. Sometimes you wait for a long time without seeing the bus, sometimes you can get on the bus smoothly as soon as you arrive at the platform.
In addition, the Chinese restaurant is still a certain distance from the training room.
If you walk...it will take a lot of time.
Of course, you can also choose to take a taxi without any worries.
Taxi here.
The cost will shock you.
Unless you have too much money and no place to spend it, you won't stop the car.
"Let's walk." Li Xianghe said, "Who knows how long we have to wait at the platform downstairs. Didn't Shanjiu count yesterday? The poor man waited for half an hour for the bus home."
At that time, Jiang Shanjiu was bored.
There is no computer available in the hotel room.
I can only sit on the small balcony by the window and enjoy the night view outside.
Under the dim street lights.
An office worker in a suit was sitting on a bench waiting for the bus.
After making a decision.
The team members put on their coats.
Filed out of the training room.
Passing by the sausage shop where I ate last night, the shop owner in an apron stared at the screen with relish, continuing to reminisce about the finals in which FNC won the regional championship.
"This boss is really a die-hard fan." Li Zaiwan couldn't help but sigh.
Yesterday when they came, this slovenly old lady was cooking sausages while peeking at the screen. When she saw the crucial moment, she couldn't help but scream.
Now it is a familiar scene and a familiar picture.
How much does this person have to like the FNC team?
"If the store owner knew that her favorite idol asked me for an autograph, I don't know how she would feel." Li Xianghe chatted next to her.
"Most of the time, like Rekkles, I will grab an apron and ask Sister Xianghe to sign her name on it." Jiang Shanjiu said, "Whenever I meet a customer, I will proudly show off my 'Faker' signature."
It was she who handed the marker to her captain.
I still have some understanding of the situation at the door.
"It's not that exaggerated, is it?" Li Xianghe was stunned.
She saw no joy on Rekkles' face.
On the other hand, Caps, who is also the mid laner, could see overflowing happiness on her face. She even blamed herself a little, blaming herself for not hitting lightly or hard in the training match. She just suppressed the last hit, and even called the jungler to join her.
Jump over the tower and kill by force.
How about next time we meet Caps... be nice to her?
"It's not that exaggerated." Jiang Shanjiu said, "There was a barbecue restaurant owner who framed a photo of you and Sister Xianghe in a conspicuous place in the store, and even took the initiative to tell customers about his participation in offline activities."
Li Xianghe himself didn't know these things.
Most of the time, the media proactively seek out information.
Write it as an article and upload it.
"If the old man at the sausage shop yesterday had been a little more careful, he would have recognized Sister Xianghe, the champion mid laner." Jiang Shanjiu continued.
She could see clearly from the side.
The boss was completely absent-minded. While handling the sausage with a shovel, he tilted his head to watch the replay of the game and did not notice the group of them at all.
Even if it's just a few glances.
They can all recognize the conspicuous Sister Xianghe.
No matter how bad it is.
You can also recognize Brother Yuhang.
It is common for girls all over the world to like handsome boys. If nothing else, it can be seen from the huge number of fans of Su Yuhang.