"Rice ......"

"What kind of rice is rice, apply medicine first." Wen Ci dragged him forward strongly. Leaving a group of people looking at each other. At the end, Zhang Tian hesitated and spoke: "He...... Why didn't you have any pain when you played just now? ”

Gu Qi shook his head silently, and the little boy brushed his hair coolly: "Maybe anyone who is powerful can endure it, after all, you can't be affected by a hand injury!" He thought silently for a while, felt that what he said was particularly right, and secretly praised himself.

The atmosphere was instantly sublimated.

Lin Ming immediately changed from being suspected of pretending to be sick to a person with a sense of responsibility, team spirit, and a touching and heartfelt person.

After a stomach of calculations, Lin Ming, who was about to rub the stomach and was about to ask Wen Ci to serve rice, would be better if he could feed two mouthfuls of food, Lin Ming raised his hand that was not painful, and felt that Chopin in his head was being pulled farther and farther away from the big plate of chicken noodles.

He originally thought that he might be able to eat two bites later, but he only heard Wen Cichong shout behind him: "When you come back, the noodles are all lumped, and if you can eat them, you can eat them first." ”

Lin Ming: "...... Xiao Ci, I'm hungry too. He looked down at Wen Ci, who had sprayed himself with Yunnan Baiyao.

Wen Ci didn't look up, and the tied ponytail swept a little self-curling on her cheeks.

"It's okay, I'll order it later, professional players, hands are the most valuable, have you heard that there was a professional player who bought insurance for his hands before. I'm hurt like this, and now I say that it can't happen next time. Wen Ci paused, evenly smeared the ointment on Lin Ming, and looked up at him, "Everyone is still waiting for you to win the championship with these hands." ”

"......" Lin Ming blinked slowly, but did not nod.

"The championship is yours." Lin Ming suddenly said, "You said before that you were going to win the championship. ”

Lin Ming observed Wen Ci's expression, because in the past, whenever someone asked Wen Ci about the oath she made when she joined the team, she would smile faintly, and then walk away or change the topic silently.

Wen Ci smiled as usual.

"Well, I will, and so will you." Wen Ci replied briskly, his subordinates kept moving, and gently pressed his thumb.

"The world crown, I'll always get it." She seemed to have completely taken off the pressure, "Sister Ci has been afraid of anyone." ”

Lin Ming felt the feeling of the cool oil piercing into his thumb, and nodded silently.

Lin Ming actually didn't lie to Wen Ci. The tendon in his thumb was indeed badly injured.

He stepped into this circle earlier than Wen Ci imagined. In everyone's opinion, Lin Ming is a powerful and lucky person who has risen to the top and has a smooth career. But when he was 16 years old, he was already in the general election step by step.

If it's not that kick...... Lin Ming's eyes slowly sank.

In the general election, there are gods of the next generation and the next generation, and naturally there is also social garbage.

At the beginning, Lin Ming also naturally believed that the seniors in those teams were all beautiful and beautiful, not playing black hands, and not moving their brains. When he watched them stand on the podium with the medals in hand, he felt that was what he liked best.

Later, it was very bloody, the first edge, victory, a certain player's boyfriend was a professional of a certain team, and he was operating in the dark, overheard, reported, the player withdrew, feuded, secretly insulted, pushed down, no one's corner, and the desperate pain of tendons and bones being crushed under his feet.

And the words that the man whispered in his ear: "You know what? Here, fame is king, as for you? Who cares about the comings and goings of an indifferent person in a general election without any splashes. This universal election competition is a sea, and you little fish don't deserve to make any waves. Win? Who cares if you win or not, there are those who are more talented than you, those who are more capable than you, those who are stronger than you, and there will be others without you. ”

He looked at him and finally said, "Little boy, stop dreaming. You don't deserve to be a hero yet. ”