Ye Xiaofan was frightened by the sudden sound and stood up immediately: "Captain...Captain..."
Zhao Jie hurriedly put down the potato chips, pushed over the tablet, and stood up.
It can be seen how much psychological trauma Captain Pei Yan has caused them.
"Captain... Yang Rui..." Sun Kai and Yang Rui, as ADCs, are the bottom lane duo in the game. They are usually the closest to each other, so they are particularly concerned about the outcome of this matter at this moment.
Pei Yan walked around the sofa on this side and sat down opposite them: "According to the rules, the team should not keep him."
The last bit of smile on Ye Xiaofan's face disappeared with Pei Yan's words: "If we really want to terminate the contract... then what will Brother Rui do in the future..."
Pei Yan raised his eyes and glanced at his teammates in front of him: "Even if we didn't mention terminating the contract, he wouldn't stay."
"Why..." Ye Xiaofan didn't want to accept this fact. He was just a child.
Pei Yan had no intention of hiding anything and repeated Yang Rui's words about not wanting to be a support: "Everyone has their own aspirations, and we don't need to force them."
Although Zhao Jie hated Yang Rui for this incident, they had worked together for so long, laughed together, cried together. When times were tough, they'd shared takeout, and when they won, they'd party all night long.
Days like this end just like that, and anyone would feel bad.
The huge living room of the base was eerily silent for a moment. Apart from the incessant sound of rain outside the window, the only sound was the female anchor arguing with her fans on the tablet.
"Always talking about this garbage and that garbage. Did you grow up in a garbage dump?"
"Who can play games without losing? You've won every game since you were born. You're awesome! I applaud you."
"NSD lost this year, and you guys are calling them garbage, but they'll be able to come back and win next year. Their garbage is temporary, but you guys, who only know how to talk, are garbage for life, and it's the kind of hazardous waste that can't be degraded!"
......
Qiao Ran seldom argued with others. Because of her personality, from childhood to adulthood, whenever she had an argument with someone, even if she won, she would get so excited that she couldn't help crying.
After saying so much, Qiao Ran's eyes were already a little wet, and his throat was choked with discomfort.
The sudden ringing of the cell phone interrupted Qiao Ran who was about to lose his composure.
Qiao Ran breathed a sigh of relief and moved his gaze from the computer screen to the screen of the mobile phone placed next to the keyboard. A string of seemingly familiar numbers made Qiao Ran's eyes turn a little colder.
The netizens watching in front of the screen had no idea what kind of important call the host had received. He hurriedly said to them, "I have something to do today, so I'll go offline first." Then the screen went black and no sound could be heard...
[You run away after you can't win the argument? You still have the nerve to defend this rubbish team?]
[Is she secretly crying? Open it up and show us! I love it when beautiful women shed tears!]
[U1S1, the anchor looked a little strange after checking his phone just now...]
[But forget it, she missed the live broadcast today, her favorite team lost again, and she's been sulking since the show started.]
......
Qiao Ran turned off all devices, closed the webpage, and pressed the answer button when the other party was about to hang up.
"Hello, Yang Hui's daughter..."
Familiar plastic Mandarin, the expected caller.
"I've said everything I need to say, and you're still not done, are you?" Qiao Ran took a breath, calmed down, and directly interrupted the other party's aggressive opening remarks. Disgust filled her beautiful face. "You call me every now and then to listen to me scold you. Do you have some serious illness that makes you feel uncomfortable unless you are scolded?"
Her beautiful figure was obscured by her loose T-shirt, and her hand, not answering the phone, scratched her hair in frustration. She was clearly a striking girl, but her gestures lacked the delicate elegance of a girl, instead resembling a rough man.
"Stop talking nonsense. Everything will be fine if you pay back the money!" The person on the other end of the phone shouted in a fierce voice, like a vicious dog.
"What are you paying back? The person who owes you money is Yang Hui. She's still at the crematorium right now. Why don't you go talk to her and negotiate? I'll burn more for her later and ask her to pay you back tonight."
"Damn it, your mother owes you money and you still don't pay it back..."
Without waiting for the other party to finish cursing, Qiao Ran skillfully hung up the phone and added the number to the blacklist.
When I raised my hand, sure enough, my face was wet.
Qiao Ran sniffed, wiped away his tears, and complained to himself: "Why are you crying? You are such a loser... It's happened so many times, what's there to be afraid of..."
......
The sound from the tablet stopped playing. Ye Xiaofan's mind was full of Yang Rui's departure, and he didn't notice what Qiao Ran said during the live broadcast.
Now that he had regained consciousness, he wanted to take the tablet back to see if the goddess had finished her live stream and why she was silent. However, due to the serious expression on his captain's face, Ye Xiaofan didn't dare to move.
Just as everyone fell into silence, there was a noise at the stairs leading to the second floor.
Yang Rui walked down from upstairs with a sullen face, dragging two suitcases.
His eyes met Ye Xiaofan's and the others'. He opened his mouth, but in the end said nothing. He opened the door and walked out without looking back.
"It's raining so hard outside..." Ye Xiaofan glanced out the window, hesitated for a moment, and chased out in the eyes of everyone, "I'll go get Brother Rui an umbrella..."
"Xiao Fan is a simple child who values friendship." After Yang Rui left, Zhao Jie did not feel very happy. Instead, he felt as if something was blocking him.
"Old Zhao, why don't we go and see him off... After all, we worked together and we don't know if we will have the chance to see each other again." Sun Kai felt unhappy.
Zhao Jie didn't say anything, but he was already walking towards the door.
Only Pei Yan sat there, not moving at all.
In the end, Ye Xiaofan stood at the door. Although he was holding an umbrella, the rain was too heavy and his body was still wet. He also held another umbrella in his hand.
"Brother Rui walked too fast... When I chased him out, he had already gotten into the car..." Ye Xiaofan's voice was filled with sadness.
Yang Rui called a taxi while he was packing his things in the room because he didn't want to stay any longer.
Ye Xiaofan chased out and called him from behind, but he did hear him.
However, it ended in such an embarrassing situation that he couldn't turn back, nor did he have the face to do so...
Sun Kai sighed and patted Ye Xiaofan on the head: "Forget it... He probably doesn't know how to face us. Go in quickly and change your clothes and wipe yourself off, so you don't catch a cold later."
......
That night, the NSD team had no training and no live broadcast. The atmosphere in the base was depressed. Everyone returned to their rooms early, but no one fell asleep.
Pei Yan watched a few rounds of battle videos of various teams' past matches stored on his tablet. He could even recite the mistakes and highlights by heart. It was really boring.
He put on his team uniform, got up and went downstairs to get some water. When he passed by the conference room, he found that the lights inside were still on, but the blinds were drawn tightly.
Through the glass, I could faintly hear the conversation between the two people inside.
It was Jiang Wenzhou and Zhang Qian.
"Why are the young trainees this year so bad? Look at the data. There's not a single talent worth developing..." Jiang Wenzhou sighed, throwing the printed training data aside without even looking at it. "Tell me, tell me, with this kind of data, how can I let Pei Yan choose?"
Zhang Qian also sighed. "I've asked someone, and it's not the transfer period yet. No support team will terminate their contract at this time. I don't know much about live streaming, so I'll have to keep an eye on it. We still need to decide on this person as soon as possible. There are still competitions to come, and we need to give the newcomer enough time to get used to them."
"I understand the logic. You've seen the current situation. Where can I turn myself into a living person? I'm so worried..." Jiang Wenzhou's brows were furrowed into a knot. "There's something I haven't had time to tell them. After losing this competition, a sponsor has already contacted us to discuss terminating the contract. I can only try to hold on to it. As for how many endorsements I will lose... I can't say for sure..."
Jiang Wenzhou sighed and looked at Zhang Qian. "If the team fails, Pei Yan could go back and inherit his family's entertainment business. One of his parents is a well-known director, and the other is a three-time Golden Horse Award winner. Plus, with his face, it would be a waste if he didn't make a debut. What are we going to do..."
Pei Yan listened to Jiang Wenzhou's increasingly outrageous words outside the door. He couldn't bear it any longer and pushed the door open and walked in.
Someone had hung a string of wind chimes on the glass door, and as the door was pushed, it made a series of tinkling sounds, startling both people in the meeting room.
"Oh my God, Captain Pei, you're scaring people to death, okay..." Jiang Wenzhou touched his chest.
"As long as you don't do anything wrong, you don't have to worry about ghosts knocking on your door. What wrong did Manager Jiang do that makes you so afraid of me?" Pei Yan came to the conference table and picked up the documents spread out. He seemed nonchalant, but in fact, he was also worried about something.
Zhang Qian sighed, "Don't look anymore. Wen Zhou and I have already looked around, and there's nothing suitable."
"Indeed." None of the data on the A4 paper caught his eye. "Sprinkling a handful of rice on a phone and letting chickens peck at it might be better than these stats. Have you ever seen them train? They don't play games with their feet every day, do they?"
"Keep recruiting for the youth training program. I'll keep asking around. There's no point in rushing now." Zhang Qian glanced at the time. "It's getting late. Let's go. We'll have plenty of time to get busy later."
......
Pei Yan poured the water and returned to the house, the conversation between the coach and the manager still lingering in his mind.
We lost a game and a support, but we still have to keep going. It is impossible to give up the efforts and dreams we have made because of these problems.
In the darkness, Pei Yan's cell phone, which was placed on the bed, rang and the screen lit up.
Pei Yan put down the water cup, walked over and picked up the phone.
Who would contact him so late?
On WeChat, the contact note is WD-Ayan, and there is a red 1 next to the cartoon cat avatar.
Pei Yan moved his finger and clicked it.
WD-Ayan: Pei Shen, did Rui Ge really quit the team?
Pei Yan leaned against the headboard, editing messages expressionlessly. The light from his phone screen shone dimly on his face, clearly outlining his meticulously carved facial features.
Y: The news got out so quickly, it's true that good news never gets out. Did your coach send you to spy on the enemy?
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