"no."
She had already promised Wen Que.
The faint light in the boy's eyes faltered, and finally went out with a "pop".
"oh."
"You go ahead."
The boy behaved exceptionally calmly and generously.
Perhaps he didn't know that she was going to find Wen Que, so he was so calm.
If it were any other time, he would have made a scene long ago.
Pan Shu picked up her bag and walked towards the crowded venue next to the hospital with a clear purpose.
“…”
ZERO's competition scenes have always been like this.
Even if an idol group goes on tour here, their popularity may not be as high as ZERO.
"Sister, here."
A cold hand pulled Panshu into a corner. Wen, however, wore a black baseball cap beneath the hood of his sweatshirt. A wisp of silver hair peeked out from under the brim. Panshu reached out and pushed the white hair down to make it less noticeable before stopping.
The boy lowered his head obediently.
Boys of this age hate having their hair touched.
I get angry for no reason.
But Wen doesn't.
The fans holding banners in front of the venue were not as crowded and noisy as at the beginning, because most people had their tickets checked and entered.
Wen Que was wearing a mask, and the wide hood of his sweatshirt firmly concealed the boy's dazzling, easily sensational face. He lowered his head and walked into the venue holding Ban Shu's hand, just like the most ordinary young couple -
Wen also put a baseball cap on Panshu's head. Although the two looked a little too heavily armed, fortunately the fans waiting outside did not discover their identities.
Otherwise it would cause a commotion.
But despite this, there were still many fans whispering excitedly behind him.
"Wow, the boy must really love this girl, he has always held her tightly in his arms!"
"And even from the back, they look so good together."
"Even if you don't look at his face, the guy's outfit is so handsome... and the girl's figure is so great, isn't it?"
“…”
After entering the field, Wen had to change into his team uniform to play in the game, so he could only reluctantly let go of Banshu's hand and said, "I'm leaving first."
"good."
Pan Shu found her seat in the venue and sat down.
After a few minutes, Wen Que's delicate and indifferent face appeared on the big screen.
Pan Shu was in a trance.
She had also gone to watch Pei Ji play a game before.
The boy at that time was as flamboyant as the sun. It seemed that anyone who approached him would be burned by his overly strong love, but——
The overly strong love failed to hurt Panshu, so she could only hurt herself.
It is extremely pleasing to watch Wen Que play games. Whether it is his superior appearance or the silky and smooth movements of his slender and beautiful knuckles on the keyboard, they are enough to add a lot of brilliance to him.
This is just a friendly match.
Even so, everyone still held their breath, hoping that this young man favored by God could continue his glory once again.
It's almost become a belief.
There is a saying circulating in the e-sports circle:
The old king is gone, and the new king should be established.
But the old king Wen Que has been creating his own miracles.
Even though he was still a seventeen-year-old boy.
Even though he is still one of the youngest in this industry that relies on youth, he seems to have been active in the audience's vision for too long.
So almost everyone takes it for granted that:
The boy has not yet reached his true peak.
No surprise.
However, Wen once led ZERO to win the championship of this friendly match.
Backstage.
The ZERO team members were discussing where to go for the celebration party later, but Wen took off his finger gloves and said calmly, "I won't go to the celebration party tonight. I have something else to do."
The team member was stunned and said cheerfully, "Captain, what can you do?"
"Wen Que?"
At this time, Pan Shu followed the staff to the backstage.
The door to the backstage lounge was not closed.
The staff dropped her off and left.
But the amazement in his eyes lingered for a long time.
Except for Wen Que, all the members of ZERO stared blankly at the extremely beautiful girl in front of them.
Wen frowned, feeling unhappy.
"Hello." Pan Shu curled her lips and greeted these young teenagers who were generally young.
"Hello... hello."
"Are you... are you Qiao Qiao?" Because of Wen Que, ZERO people have watched Ban Shu's live broadcast.
Pan Shu slowly curled her lips and said, "Yes, I am."
It was clearly a simple sentence, but the young men who were dominating the field just now suddenly blushed from their ears to their necks.
"Sister, let's go first and leave them alone."
Wen Que held Banshu's hand and led her out, saying as they walked, "They will have a celebration banquet later, so let's not disturb them."
Team ZERO: “…”
When she reached the entrance, Panshu paused.
The cold wind blew towards me, making me feel cold all over.
The young man leaned against the entrance, the faint flame of his lighter flickering in the winter snow. He lowered his head, not knowing what he was thinking. No one knew how long he had been standing there or how long he had been looking.
Cen Juan lowered his eyes and stared at his hands.
Even pressing the lighter was a bit difficult.
The doctor said that his hand was broken and he could no longer lift heavy objects or play games.
Even though he's really bad at the game.
But Cen Juan actually loves playing games.
Otherwise, why would so many people on Mop laugh at him, laughing at him for being so bad at the game and bringing shame to the gaming community...but he still played.
He just... doesn't have the same talent as Wen Que.
There has to be room for some less talented, ordinary people in this world, right?
Cen Juan stood here, watching Wen Que playing the game with high spirits. Everyone in the audience was cheering for him, and even Ban Shu's eyes seemed to be full of this dazzling young man.
The corners of his lips curled up in a sarcastic arc.
So, why is that?
"Cen Juan." Pan Shu put her hands in her coat pockets and moved closer to him. "Why did you come out? Your injury hasn't healed yet."
Cen Juan raised his eyelids nonchalantly, "It's nothing."
"Besides..." His voice became nonchalant again, "I'm an injured person, and I don't even have anyone to take care of me. What kind of talk is this, Panshu?"
Pan Shu finally heard a hint of jealousy and concern in this awkward sentence.
She smiled, "Okay, the Wenque game is over, let's go back to the hospital."
Cen Juan was stunned.
Then he curled his lips slowly.
"elder sister--"
Wen Que held Banshu's hand and said, "I'll go with you."
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