Fan Yuyu's question drew the attention of everyone in the team.
Fu Sang was eating delicious roasted meat when he immediately stopped chewing, puffed out his cheeks, and looked at the boy beside him.
How will Qi Luo answer?
“I have it,” he said calmly.
The boy's clear, melodious voice, like a mountain spring, carried a hint of warmth, and his eyes, as bright as obsidian, remained focused on the girl beside him.
He saw the girl staring at him without moving.
"Not eating anymore?"
Fu Sang quickly shook his head.
Although I've gained a little weight recently from being fed by the boy, I still want to enjoy delicious food.
The other boys were stunned by Qi Luo's answer.
However, they couldn't find a reason to refute it.
There is no love in esports.
Qi Luo... indeed exists.
This bowl of dog food is too much for me to eat.
Even the air is often filled with the sour smell of love.
It really affects people's appetite.
An hour later.
The team members had all finished their dinner.
After finishing their meal, no one went back to the hotel to rest.
The team manager had already found an internet cafe.
The competition is tomorrow.
Team RL still needs to practice tonight, and the players need to coordinate even better.
I'll be resting most of tomorrow morning to get my energy back, and then I'll be watching videos of our opponents' matches and studying their tactics in the afternoon.
No profession is as easy as you might imagine.
Every profession has its hardships and efforts behind it.
Their high income is simply a reward for their hard work.
You reap what you sow.
If you're poor, you should work hard yourself instead of blaming the rich for not giving you anything.
This kind of behavior is one of the most disgusting forms of moral blackmail.
A person who only knows how to be sour will be poor their whole life.
RL team played a few practice matches, and during halftime, Fusang received a call from Mu.
"Xiaoxiao, have you rested?" Boss Mu asked with concern.
Fu Sang yawned and said, "I'll go to sleep in a bit."
I have to play a few more practice matches before I can go back to the hotel to sleep.
"You should go to bed early tonight. Staying up late is bad for your health, and it will make you look terrible the next day..."
The doting father turned into a doting mother.
“Dad,” Fu Sang had to interrupt, “I know, you should get some rest too.”
Boss Mu coughed lightly and said, "It's good that you know."
"Dad, is there something you need on your call?"
"—!" My daughter has indeed been abducted.
Can't I make a phone call if there's nothing wrong?
Waaaaah.
Boss Mu asked in a solemn and stern tone.
"Xiaoxiao, do you have a boyfriend?"
I'm going to break that brat's legs!!!
Fu Sang was surprised that Boss Mu knew about it.
However, upon closer reflection, Boss Mu instructed his subordinates to "help her" keep an eye on the RL team's news.
She had only recently been officially announced as a contestant when gossip about Luo Shen's girlfriend started circulating online.
It's reasonable that Boss Mu found out at this point.
“Dad,” Fu Sang said in a soft, sweet voice, “I’m going to the capital for him. I want to go with him.”
Mu also knew how much his daughter liked the RL team.
He doesn't understand why young people treat esports as a faith, yet they wouldn't easily ridicule or belittle it.
While spoiling his daughter was part of the reason, he also admired those young people who worked hard for their dreams.
No profession is inherently superior or inferior, and neither are dreams.
His daughter's soft tone seemed to be piercing his heart.
"snort!"
Old Mu was a little angry and said sourly, "So you abandoned your father."
"..."
Fu Sang replied in an even softer voice, "No."
"Dad, you'll be so proud of me and him winning the world championship together in the future."
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