"We were just chatting and joking, what's the big deal..." The jungler was the first to feel aggrieved.
The key point is that Angela and the jungler don’t know each other, so there is no possibility of duo queuing.
But he keeps speaking up for this jungler, and it seems like he's a moron.
Is it sweet to you (Angela): You still say we are not a couple, but don’t you have a good understanding of each other when you sing the same tune and make fun of others?
Is it sweet to you (Angela): The jungler was just joking and didn’t curse anyone, but you are the ones who are calling us both dad and mom.
Qiao Ran muttered softly: "None of your business..."
I ignored these two weirdos.
It's not worth wasting her practice time for a guy like this.
She blocked out the messages and voice messages, and focused on following Pei Yan's rhythm, listening attentively to the points that Pei Yan told her to pay attention to while releasing his skills.
In this way, the two of them practiced for several hours without realizing it...
Pei Yan glanced at the time and called a halt to today's cramming: "Okay, that's all for today. You should go back to bed."
"I'm not sleepy yet. I can continue practicing." Qiao Ran is now focused on success. For her, sacrificing some sleep time is not a problem at all as long as she can improve quickly.
"I have to sleep even if you don't. I'm not made of iron." Pei Yan knew why Qiao Ran was working so hard. Even so, he didn't want to see Qiao Ran's progress at the cost of ruining his body.
"A player's performance is certainly important, but their health is equally important. You don't want to retire injured after only two years on the field, do you?" Pei Yan lowered his voice, his face stern. "Put down your phone now, don't think about anything, and go back to sleep."
"Got it..." Qiao Ran quit the game angrily and closed the notebook aside.
——
Back in the room, Pei Yan raised his hand and pinched his neck to loosen up his stiff shoulders and neck.
On his mobile phone, the little red dots of message notifications in the social software have become connected. In the past few days, except for team messages and some necessary messages, he has not replied to any other messages sent to him.
He just happened to click on it and saw it, so he simply picked a few and replied.
WD-Ayan: Pei Shen! Brother Pei? Were you abducted by aliens? At least send a message to me, brother. How come your team's support is a woman?
Y: Mind your own team's business.
SJ-Muyi: You guys are really good at keeping quiet and making a splash. Are you trying to blow up the esports world by making such a big move?
SJ-Muyi: Hey, how are you these past two days...please reply to me!
Y: Still alive, I can't die. See you in the autumn season.
…
Pei Yan scrolled down and when he saw the familiar avatar and ID, he suddenly had an ominous premonition.
I clicked on it and saw that...
Beauty: My dear son, I heard everything from Xiaolin. The last time you asked me to lend her, was it because of this girl?
Beauty: Is this girl really a member of your team now? She's quite impressive, and pretty, too! I heard you recruited her?
Beautiful lady: You're really good! I thought you'd never get wise, but now you've been keeping quiet about something important! Well done! You're worthy of being my son!
Beauty: When will you come back next time? Will you bring the girl with you? What does she like? I can prepare in advance.
Pei's mother sent Pei Yan a series of messages, probably more than ten or twenty in total.
All his words revolved around Qiao Ran, and his excitement was evident.
Y: …
Y: Did you misunderstand something?
Pei Yan originally wanted to go back and ignore it, take a shower and rest. He thought that he wouldn’t be able to receive any messages at this time.
As a result, who knew that Pei's mother replied almost immediately.
Pei Yan, who was preparing to take a shower, had not yet taken off his clothes when new news popped up.
Beauty: What could I possibly misunderstand? You're my daughter, I know that. With your personality, if there wasn't something wrong, why would you use your connections to get me here? Tell me the truth first, and I promise not to tell anyone.
Pei Yan looked at his phone, speechless for a while, unable to understand why his mother, who was already in her forties, acted like a girl in her twenties. And how could his father stand her?
Y: There’s nothing much to say, believe it or not.
Y: Do I need to remind you what time it is now? If you don't sleep now, the paparazzi will take ugly photos of you tomorrow.
Sure enough, Pei Yan accurately grasped his mother's vital point.
Beauty: You're right, I should go to bed! I'll talk to you about this in detail later when I have time. Don't try to get away with it!
After that, Pei's mother really didn't send any more messages.
Pei Yan threw his phone on the bed and took a shower. It was almost 3 a.m. when he came out.
Maybe it was because he had stayed up too long, but he didn't feel sleepy at all.
He simply leaned on the bed, sorted out Qiao Ran's previous videos, and developed a training plan based on Qiao Ran's operating habits.
Pei Yan didn't close his eyes until the sky turned pale.
——
The team's morning was as quiet as usual, and it was not until almost noon that movement began to pick up.
Zhao Jie, who always ranks last, came to the first floor today and found that there was no one there except the aunt who was preparing lunch. He almost thought he was still dreaming.
I had to pat my chubby face to confirm this.
"Brother Zhao, are you doing facial exercises?" Sun Kai, neatly dressed, slowly came down from upstairs.
Zhao Jie stopped what he was doing and said, "Fuck... don't you think today is weird?"
"What's weird about it?" Sun Kai poured a glass of water and drank it in one gulp.
"I'm the first one to get up? Can you believe it?"
Zhao Jie himself couldn't believe it.
"Xiao Fan is up too, and is tidying himself up in his room." Sun Kai smiled. "Ever since he acted sloppy in front of Qiao Ran last time, he now spends about fifteen minutes tidying himself up every time he gets up."
"But..." Sun Kai looked around, "Did the captain go to feed the cat again? Or go for a run?"
"Why is he running at this hour? His shoes are still on the rack at the door." Zhao Jie nodded towards the door.
"That shouldn't be the case. Isn't the captain the first one to get up among us every day?" Sun Kai couldn't understand. "Is he feeling unwell?"
Zhao Jie touched his chin and said, "Qiao Ran is so hardworking, but he didn't get up... Tsk tsk tsk, this is not a simple matter..."
"That's enough, stop talking nonsense." Sun Kai scolded Zhao Jie, "Those who know you are joking, but those who don't know, what's the difference between what you said and what those people said about Qiao Ran on the Internet?"
Zhao Jie scratched his head: "I didn't think that much..."
“Xiao Ran is a girl, you should keep the door closed when you need to.”
"I know, I know."
While Zhao Jie and Sun Kai were talking, Ye Xiaofan tidied himself up and came down from the stairs.
He also looked around as usual and asked, "Is the captain still awake?"
Zhao Jie was afraid that he would say something wrong again, so he didn't say anything else.
"There's been a lot of buzz online lately. The captain must be under more pressure than us." Sun Kai sat down at the dining table. "If you're hungry, we can eat first. We don't have a rule of waiting for everyone to eat. We can just leave some for them later."
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Qiao Ran slept very deeply, struggling repeatedly in a chaotic dream. Reality and illusion intertwined together, forming an invisible net that trapped her and made her breathless.
Finally, Qiao Ran was awakened.
She suddenly sat up in bed, gasping for breath, with cold sweat on her forehead.
Qiao Ran could no longer remember exactly what she dreamed about. The only thing that remained fresh in her memory was the final frame of the dream.
On the court, she made a mistake and lost the game. Everyone scolded her. Even Zhang Qian, Pei Yan and the others looked at her with extreme disappointment...
Qiao Ran held up his head and it took him a while to recover. He slowly got out of bed, washed his face with cold water, and calmed himself down.
She looked at herself in the mirror. Perhaps because she stayed up too late last night and didn't sleep well, there were red bloodshot eyes.
Drops of water slid down her smooth face and dripped onto the sink, creating a pattern of broken flowers.
"Are you up?" Pei Yan knocked on Qiao Ran's door from outside.
Qiao Ran took two tissues and wiped his face: "Get up, I'll be right there."
Qiao Ran opened the door and Pei Yan handed her a stack of printed documents.
"What is this?" Qiao Ran's voice was a little hoarse.
"What's wrong with your voice?" Pei Yan did not explain what was in his hand, his attention was all on Qiao Ran's voice.
Qiao Ran coughed twice: "Maybe I went to bed late last night and caught a cold. I'm fine."
"Take some granules later to prevent it. Those guys don't get enough exercise. If anyone catches a cold, they'll definitely get infected."
"Yeah." Qiao Ran responded, took the document from Pei Yan's hand, and flipped through two pages.
It turned out to be a list of key points based on her operating habits and thinking, which pointed out some of her weaknesses that needed practice and improvement, and also included a practice plan.
Each item was clearly listed and all printed out.
"Captain..." Qiao Ran was deeply moved.
It doesn't take much thought to know that Pei Yan spent a lot of time organizing this thing.
"Don't look like you're about to cry. I didn't bully you." Pei Yan couldn't stand Qiao Ran's expression. "I didn't give you the things for free. I also have conditions."
Qiao Ran was stunned for a moment: "Ah? What conditions?"
The author has something to say:
Pei Yan: It’s not free, you have to pay!
Qiao Ran: I don’t have any money, but I don’t have my life... I need to think about it. I haven’t won the championship yet and I don’t want to die!
Pei Yan: ...
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