Chapter 36

[Aww! My baby even apologizes, he's so good!]

[Does anyone remember Leng Ge who angrily berated the pervert last time? He was so gentle when disciplining the kid, completely different from that time.]

I also want a male mom like that.

[Brother Leng, feel free to criticize me]

[Something's not right with you upstairs]

However, when Gu Zuo suddenly mentioned the substitution, he remembered it.

The WRC striker just joined last year and isn't particularly outstanding. His synergy with Gu Zuo hasn't been great either. So, Gu Zuo subtly suggested to the coach that either the striker should train more to improve himself, or they should be replaced.

As for why he didn't want to see LSG, it seems to be because of their marksman.

The player named Zou Shu had rejected him before and boasted that his team's support player was the best in the world.

Ironically, these people ended up on the same stage as the WRC.

Gu Zuo... was probably ashamed of his previous act of poaching people from his own back.

Yeah, Zuo Zi is so cute!

Bian Xiangyu gave a sweet smile: "I knew you would go, Brother Zuo!"

The plane that Gu Zuo was on arrived in H City the next day.

He strolled around the city lakes in the leisurely area of ​​H city, relaxed his mind, and then arrived at the lottery site just in time for the evening.

"Yo! Tanizuka, you're here!"

In the backstage dressing room, someone quickly stood up and greeted him.

The man slapped Gu Zuo hard on the shoulder: "Vice Captain Gu, if you don't come soon, the Alliance staff will start calling around looking for you!"

He was completely unaware that Gu Zuo's body stiffened slightly the moment he heard his voice.

It's true that the more you don't want to see someone, the more likely you are to run into them.

After waiting for a while without receiving a reply, Zou Shu touched his nose.

When did he offend Gu Zuo? Weren't they sitting next to each other at dinner during the second-tier league last time? Why is he pretending not to know him now?

Gu Zuo comforted himself: It's okay, he doesn't know that the person in the training match was him.

"Deputy Captain Zou, how have you been?"

Zou Shu clapped his hands and said, "You guys had a great game last time! I remember your timing in initiating the team fight at the 12-minute mark in the third game very well. You had the style of our captain!"

Gu Zuo's eyebrows twitched upon hearing this. What kind of way of praising someone was this? He didn't know whether it was praising him or Leng Zhi.

He glanced at Zou Shu, who was smiling and seemed completely harmless, actually engaged in a serious discussion.

Gu Zuo is also a very serious player. He immediately discussed with Zou Shu: "We could have done better at the 12-minute mark. The post-match analysis report shows that if I had pre-purchased a small armor book, I could have died one less time and had a greater advantage."

Zou Shu: "Very meticulous, or perhaps start the team fight ten minutes earlier? If it were Leng Zhi, the pace would probably be even faster..."

“We are different,” Gu Zuo interrupted him directly, “Leng Zhi… With you, the WRC’s shooters can’t keep up with such a fast pace.”

"Marksman? Why does it have to be the marksman who sets the pace? If it starts too early, the marksman won't have all their items yet, and even I might not be able to guarantee a win. In situations like this, it should be left to the mid laner and jungler."

This was an unexpected conversation, and Gu Zuo couldn't help but stop talking.

WRC's tactical command is not handled by support roles. Although Gu Zuo is a well-known support player in the league, he still has some differences from Leng Zhi's overall strategic thinking.

Before he could even ponder this, the staff outside suddenly knocked on the door: "Are you ready? The process is almost here. The other two have already gone ahead. Please come with me."

"They're here," the two people in the room said in unison.

[Haha, so this is what Xixi is like! I didn't know she was so amazing!]

[I'm against enrolling my child in too many extracurricular classes, but my child insists on it.]

[Our Xixi is such a little genius!]

[Brother Leng is being a bit too nosy here. It's someone else's kid; can't they even study if they want to?]

"Zou Shu, I've signed it for you," the man said.

The manager couldn't help but purse her lips—damn, these are the two people the boss is looking for.

She selected the two candidates' resumes and sent them separate text messages inviting them for early interviews. To her surprise, they actually arrived early at noon.

The manager's judgment followed Yan's. Just a second ago she was puzzled by the boss's actions, but now she was sincerely praising Yu Fu: "The boss understands commercial value so well! If our team can really make it into the regular season, we'll definitely make a fortune in endorsement fees!"

Leng Zhi was invited into the inner room by her: "Please come in, both of you contestants."

A rustling conversation could be heard coming from inside the door.

"Do you really think it could be either of them?"

"What if we look around and can't find a single person?"

"Don't be afraid, aren't you a rich second generation? Use your money to your advantage and find someone to help you."

"Damn! I feel a little embarrassed using this money, after all, he's not my biological father, and prying into my personal information is a bit... Please come in!"

Leng Zhi couldn't hear very clearly. He and Zou Shu exchanged a glance, gave each other encouraging looks, and finally pressed the doorknob.

Eight eyes met, and simultaneously, four voices rang out in the room, mingling together: "Holy crap!"

The four people, who were testing each other, understood the situation almost instantly.

When people are in a particularly excited state of mind, they often become temporarily speechless, unsure of how to express themselves. Time seems to freeze at this moment, and a thousand words are left unsaid.

Yu Fu was practically in tears: "Captain Leng, Zou Shu, am I dreaming?!"

He felt like he was dreaming. He had only wanted to rebuild a team with the same name to give himself some space to reminisce about the past. He never expected that in just a few hours, his old teammates would appear one after another in front of him.

No matter how a person's face changes, their eyes will never lie. These two people are definitely Leng Zhi and Zou Shu!

Luo Hongshuo's calm and composed expression changed slightly as he struggled to stand up: "Captain Leng, you sit here."

Leng Zhi pressed his palm down slightly, casually pulled over a chair and sat down, and said with a smile, "It's been a few days, why are you all being so polite? When we had barbecue last week, you didn't offer me any lamb skewers."

Everyone fell silent.

Ten days ago, they had a meal together at a barbecue stall downstairs from the team's base. At that time, none of them expected that they would come to this unfamiliar place.

Even during that barbecue, Luo Hongshuo tried to persuade Leng Zhi to continue treating his hand injury: "I contacted a doctor abroad and asked him to fly over here..."

"good."

Leng Zhi never rejected his teammates' good intentions; they practically gathered the best doctors in the country to try and repair his hand injury. Despite the slim chances, Leng Zhi would still go to see them one by one.

Because he genuinely loves esports.

Although they knew in their hearts that with a completely torn tendon and joint damage, there was no other way but to turn back time, who would want to give up the glory on the field?

"Why are you all so quiet?" Leng Zhi asked, raising his hand and twirling his fingers deftly. "Although I don't know why you two came along, I still have some good news to tell you both."

Luo Hongshuo snapped out of his daze: "Your hand?"

Zou Shu chimed in, "That's right! Leng's hands have been replaced, and he can play against us again!"

Luo Hongshuo breathed a long sigh of relief.

His biggest worry this morning was Leng Zhi's hand injury. After all, time travel is difficult to explain scientifically, so he didn't know if the captain's hand injury would be inherited by this world.

In that case, the team's operations are indeed starting to take shape.

With only five people remaining, they were able to fight their way from an internet cafe team to the world stage and win glory for the country. They have nothing to fear now, and with Yu Fu's status as a rich second-generation heir, things will only go more smoothly.

[Haha, I can't even imagine how beautiful the scene will be later!]

[The classic hand-brain separation challenge is so exciting!]

[If the kid just randomly clicks, wouldn't the hero just stand there awkwardly doing silly things?]

[This is what happens even when professional players come along—there's nothing they can do!]

Like an assassin in a game, he shifted his position and moved his feet, opening the door to the dressing room just wide enough for one person to pass through. He then squeezed in sideways, making sure his body completely concealed the contents inside.

"Don't move, I'll hang it in."

The cloakroom in the Jiang residence's entryway was only used to store recent outfits, but it was still large enough that Leng Zhi felt a little lost.

Where should I hang it?

Never mind, I'll just hide the takeout packaging first.

Having made up his mind, Leng Zhi slung his suit jacket over his shoulder and bent down to tidy up the takeout packaging that he had hastily thrown around.

Jiang Yijing felt a little strange.

He was just hanging up a coat, so why has Leng Zhi been inside for so long without making a sound?

He put Jiang Mingzhe, who had jumped into his arms, down on the ground: "Mingzhe, don't move."

Then he opened the door to the walk-in closet: "Leng Zhi?"

Leng Zhi: "?!"

Leng Zhi froze as if electrocuted, and the scene seemed to freeze at that moment:

He had the coat that should have been hanging up draped over his shoulders, and was holding a brightly colored paper bag with the huge logo of the Fudi Hotel printed on it, along with a string of receipts indicating that it was a takeout bag.

Jiang Yijing raised an eyebrow and immediately understood what was going on.

This wasn't about playing the role of his wife; it was clearly about destroying the evidence.

Cold-blooded criminal Zhi has once again suffered a major setback in his life—since he transmigrated here, his Waterloo has been so numerous that it seems he could slide through the Earth's core and reach the other side of the world.

He heard a low chuckle escape from his boss's throat.

The boss said, "Just leave it there, and the servants will clean it up later."

Although he didn't know what President Jiang was thinking, Leng Zhi neither made things difficult nor let Jiang Mingzhe get close. In his heart, Leng Zhi shouted: Long live understanding!

After the bag was placed on the ground and the clothes were hung on a random hanger, Leng Zhi followed Jiang Yijing out.

Jiang Mingzhe, puzzled, took Jiang Yijing's finger and said in a light tone, "Dad! We can have something delicious tonight!"

After receiving a pat on the head from Jiang Yijing, he spoke even more enthusiastically: "I bought all of these with Dad Leng at the market this morning, and I bought several of them by myself! I'm so amazing!"

At this point, he recalled that he had rushed downstairs to confront his bad father.

Jiang Mingzhe merely held Jiang Yijing's finger, and with his support now in hand, his voice grew louder. He loudly complained, "Dad, Leng Dad lied to me! We agreed that I could come and watch while he cooked, but... but he didn't wait for me at all!"

"Oh, really?" Jiang Yijing's eyes drifted to Leng Zhi, who guiltily looked away.

He immediately thought of the takeout bag in Leng Zhi's hand. Since he had ordered takeout, he certainly wouldn't let his son watch him cook.

He took time to go home not to taste Leng Zhi's cooking, but simply for Jiang Mingzhe.

The sudden passing of his elder brother and sister-in-law meant that the child had grown up under his grandmother's care. Although he wasn't particularly close to his nominal father, he hoped that Jiang Mingzhe could have a happy childhood—which was why he hired Leng Zhi.

When I spoke with my grandmother on the phone a while ago, she told Jiang Yijing to pay more attention to the child's inner world, as the presence of a father and the absence of a father figure can produce children with completely different personalities.

Jiang Yijing decided to turn a blind eye to Leng Zhi's act of using takeout to soothe the child.

"Where are you playing if you're not in the kitchen?"

Jiang Yijing began to reflect on what Jiang Wenzhuo was really talking about.

According to the marriage contract he signed with Leng Zhi, Leng Zhi's job was to take good care of Jiang Mingzhe and play the role of the young mistress of the Jiang family. For this, he paid a high salary.

However, the current situation is slightly different—he hopes that Leng Zhi can become his wife in the true sense.

If that's the case, then their relationship will no longer be a cold contractual one, and Leng Zhi should enjoy all the privileges of being Jiang Yijing's wife, instead of revolving around Jiang Mingzhe, her original job.

After spending time together, Jiang Mingzhe has become quite obedient to Leng Zhi. If the education expert is willing, he can recruit the chef and servants back to reduce Leng Zhi's stress... This way, Leng Zhi will have more free time.

Jiang Yijing never felt that a wife's role was to stay at home and educate the children. Since he was going to pursue her, he had to be prepared for everything that followed.

Secretary Li offered him a clue: "President Jiang, the old lady is probably referring to Mr. Leng's appearance on a variety show?"

He felt his guess made a lot of sense and continued his analysis:

"To be honest, the pairing of Mr. Leng and Xiao Mingzhe is indeed very entertaining. Judging from the data, this variety show is undoubtedly the most popular this season, and Mr. Leng is the most popular guest on the show. This can certainly be described as a very successful career."

Jiang Yijing rested his chin on his hand, feeling that his subordinate's opinion made some sense, but something seemed off.

He hesitated and said, "Then...should I find him more gigs?"

Secretary Li understood immediately and nodded vigorously: "Received. I'll contact some friends in the industry. Jiang Mingzhe will be starting school in a couple of days, and Mr. Leng will definitely be bored at home alone."

"Wait a minute," Jiang Yijing suddenly interrupted him, "Are there any e-sports related variety shows?"

"I don't think so. Let me ask again. I don't have much experience with the entertainment industry, so I don't know much about it," Secretary Li replied.

He immediately thought of Leng Zhi's two "online friends".

President Jiang really went to great lengths to please Mr. Leng.

Jiang Yijing was completely unaware that his favoritism towards Leng Zhi in his words had become so obvious that even his secretary was aware of it.

"But does he actually like participating in e-sports variety shows?" Jiang Yijing muttered to himself.

In order to better understand Leng Zhi's preferences, Jiang Yijing secretly registered a Di Yao account late at night after get off work and practiced for a while.

Jiang Yijing, who had never been involved in games, did not want his subordinates to work overtime with him after get off work, so he called two young men from wealthy families like himself.

"Oh, Mr. Jiang is even playing Di Yao, that's really something new," the young master of the Ling Group next door teased over the microphone.

When it was Jiang Mingzhe's turn, his voice trailed off: "I'm sleeping."

Jiang Yijing gently tapped the child on the head as a silent warning.

[Turns out this game isn't about adults taking care of kids.]

[We can only win if the kids carry the adults!]

[Duoduo has already taken Xinzhou to the other side of the map, lol]

[Brother Leng is still teaching Jiang Mingzhe how to drive wooden stakes, hahaha]