Yan's father and Yan Yian fell silent at the same time.
Father Yan naturally gave Yan Yian a look.
Yan Yian: “…”
Yan Yian himself had no entertainment life, so he turned to look at his two younger sisters at home.
To be honest, Yan Wan hasn't really reacted yet.
How did we suddenly find my grandfather’s senior brother, and then why did he suddenly die?
But she could sense Yan Xianjue's depressed mood.
There hasn't been much going on in the foundation recently, and she has reorganized it more than once in the few years since she took over.
There are very complete internal processes that can operate independently even if she is not there.
She then focused on rehearsing dances in the dance troupe.
She thought about it now: "Do you still remember Ruan Baibai?"
Yan Xianjue raised his head.
Seeing that he was showing some interest, Yan Wan didn't keep him in suspense: "She had a huge fight with her mom because she was forced to drink, and then her dad, who usually has no presence, came out to smooth things over. She decided to try to develop her career in a dance troupe abroad."
Ruan Baibai's dance style is actually not suitable for development abroad, but Yan Wan still helped her contact several dance troupes she was familiar with.
Maybe it’s because this is the most innocent protagonist she has known.
Moreover, she also thought that in Qianhai City, a place with a high incidence of plots, the less protagonist there is, the better.
Otherwise, it would be so embarrassing when we all get together and the weather gets cold.
The key point is that there are not so many bosses with the surname Wang in Qianhai City who are persecuted by everyone.
There was no need for her to explain these considerations to Yan Xianjue. Her purpose in bringing this up was: "The dance troupe is currently auditioning new talent. Would you like to go and take a look, Xianjue?"
Yan Xianjue curled his lips and immediately lost interest: "I don't understand it."
Yan Shan was more straightforward and blunt: "Whoever bullies you, I'll have someone beat him up."
This time it was Yan Xianjue's turn to be speechless.
Yan Xianjue complained, “I almost thought I heard my second brother talking.”
Yan Shan pointed out the loophole in his words: "If it was Yan Ci, he would say that he would beat the other person himself."
Yan Xianjue: “…”
"Don't be so serious now."
In fact, Yan Xianjue couldn't explain the reason for his emotions.
If it was because of Xiaoyaozi, Yan Xianjue thought he was too hypocritical. It was impossible for someone he had only met once and spoken a few words to to leave too many traces in his heart.
If Yan Xianjue was a very outgoing person, it might be possible, but he is not, and he cannot be.
He asked his mother the same question, and her answer was, "The relationship between people is not just about the time they spend together."
But Yan Xianjue vaguely felt that he was projecting some, or even most, of his complex emotions towards his grandfather onto Xiaoyaozi.
Yan Xianjue sighed amid the frightened gazes of the Yan family.
Then he slowly opened his mouth and brought up old matters.
"Didn't mom and dad say we were going on a trip? Why are you there?"
His eyes were full of curiosity, without a trace of questioning.
But Yan's father and mother felt an inexplicable sense of guilt.
Yan's mother knew that Yan's father could never be relied upon at times like this, so she had to rely on herself to fool her son.
Sure enough, this family can’t live without mother for a day!
Mother Yan spoke calmly, "I happened to hear there was a Taoist temple over there, so I wanted to go check it out. Then Mai Mai and Fatty brought me into the village."
"What about the jade pendant? Didn't Mom say she saw it when she was traveling?"
Mother Yan spoke more naturally this time: "At the time, I wasn't sure if it was your grandfather's handwriting, so I wanted you to identify it."
Yan Xianjue nodded, but did not say whether he believed this statement or not.
But since he didn't raise any direct objections, Yan's mother chose to assume that he believed it.
Receiving his mother's look to quickly change the subject, Yan Yian said, "Yan Ci will be back soon."
Yan Xianjue curled his lips: "Second brother is so useless."
Yan Shan thought for a while and then said, "At least I got a card instead of just a duck egg."
Yan Yian and Yan Wan fell silent at the same time.
Hmm... In other words, is it possible that third place is actually a pretty good result?
And they were mainly unlucky this time.
Yan Yian shook his head: "It's inevitable that the first project we join will be immature. The host country's strong projects naturally have the host country's advantages."
Yan Wan also said, "And luck really wasn't on their side this time. They only made it to the finals by hanging on."
Yan Xianjue understood the truth, but that didn't stop him from thinking Yan Ci was useless.
Where is the e-sports genius you were promised? If he’s not the protagonist, then his cheat isn’t big enough, right?
Yan Yian was speechless after listening to his inner thoughts.
Anyone who can participate in such an international competition is a genius among geniuses.
Yan Ci is just one of the geniuses.
Everyone has a 50-50 winning rate, and Yan Ci is not the protagonist. There is no rule that says that e-sports geniuses must win all the games.
Two days later, Yan Ci returned home on a private plane. As soon as he entered the door, he saw Yan Xianjue sitting on the sofa lazily watching TV.
What is shown on TV are advertisements.
Banquet speech: "..."
Isn't it obvious that he is daydreaming?
Yan Ci complained speechlessly in his heart.
When he received the call from Yan Yian, he had not been eliminated yet, so of course he couldn't abandon his teammates and come back alone.
I don’t know if the organizer did it on purpose or it was the first time, so the competition system was not arranged well and the entire schedule was extremely tight.
Even if Yan Ci brought the physiotherapy team from his own base, it would not have much effect.
By the time of the finals, everyone's condition had indeed been declining.
So the bronze medal is an acceptable ranking for him because he really tried his best.
Didn't you see what price he paid for it?
He didn't get angry at Yan Xianjue even when he was called a fool in the family group.
He really sacrificed too much.
"Yan Xianjue."
Yan Xianjue turned around when he heard the voice and tilted his head: "Ah, the big fool is back."
Banquet speech: "..."
Yan Ci rolled his eyes: "I'm too lazy to argue with you."
He threw the box containing the medal to Yan Xianjue: "Here, this is for you. Don't be angry."
Yan Xianjue took the box accurately: "I'm not angry. Besides, what use does this thing have to me? It's not made of gold and I can't sell it for money."
Yan Ci thought for a moment and said, "But I heard that this year's gold medal isn't made of gold either."
Yan Xianjue was silent for a moment, then scolded: "Fake and shoddy products!"
The butler took the suitcase from Yan Ci, and Yan Ci walked towards the sofa.
"I heard that you've been in a bad mood recently." Yan Ci asked knowingly.
Since Yan Yian called him, it was impossible for him not to tell him any information.
Moreover, as someone who has read quite a few novels at home, Yan Ci accepted this setting very well.
In Yan Yian's words, he always felt that Yan Ci's middle school phase had not yet passed.
Perhaps it was his e-sports career that prolonged his middle school years, Yan Yian sighed.
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