Obviously, I don't seem to have done anything wrong.

But I just feel very weak.

Mr. Shan is too familiar with silence, and he can see many things from the change in his eyes.

Tonight's silence felt very different to him... Nine times out of ten, you may have remembered the past.

"Dididi~"

At the critical moment, Mr. Shan's mobile phone rang.

Mr. Shan seemed to grasp a life-saving straw, and hurriedly ran away, saying, "I'll answer the phone." Waiting for you outside in the bus. ”

Silent and silent, he bent down to pick up the coat on the ground.

Qiao Yingzai scratched his head and teased: "Seriously, Mr. Shan's support level is not bad, and he deserves to be a talented player." ”

Silence: "That's nature. ”

Jo Young-jae: ... Big brother, I praise Mr. Shan, why do you have a proud expression on your face?

...

Mr. Shan quickly slipped back into the WD team's bus and found a window seat to sit down.

The caller was the director of the tentacle live broadcast, tomorrow's celebration party is very grand, she hopes that Shan will always wear a suit to attend, it is better to dress up handsomely, because Shan always has two important interviews.

Mr. Shan replied absent-mindedly and perfunctorily, but his eyes drifted to the dappled and bright night outside the car window.

Silent... Really remembered?

When did you remember it?

How should he deal with silence...

A series of questions rushed into his head, and Shan always scratched his hair irritably.

Depend on!

It's a very sad day!

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At the end of the autumn season, Team WD won the championship.

The three foreign players of the Mythical Team have returned to their respective countries.

Tianyu Group is handling various litigation cases.

At the same time, Honor of Kings officially invited professional players, business partners and some game anchors from various major teams to hold a large-scale party.

Kyoto, inside the King Hotel.

After a day's rest, everyone is ready to go to tonight's party.

"You're really not going?" In the living room, Lu Zuoyu asked.

Li Huaiyu sat lazily on the sofa, holding a glass of red wine in his hand, and took two sips: "Don't go, the old professor has been urging me recently, the interim report of the doctoral dissertation." ”

Lu Zuoyu was silent for a while, and suddenly bent down and snatched away the wine glass in Li Huaiyu's hand: "Drink less." ”

Li Huaiyu raised his beautiful eyebrows and sneered: "You care about me? ”

Lu Zuoyu put the wine glass on the table and said slowly: "Before the physical examination report comes out, it's best to touch these things less." ”

Li Huaiyu choked for a moment, and his weak gaze drifted away.

Before the start of the fall games, each team member went to the hospital for a medical examination.

Everyone's physical examination report was generally normal: except for the fat man who was severely obese, Shan always had a slight stomach problem.

Li Huaiyu is the only one who actually hides his physical examination report, in the name of protecting privacy, but in fact, who knows what he wants to hide?

"Don't hide secrets, we're friends." Lu Zuoyu sighed.

Li Huaiyu pouted arrogantly, the ghost and you are friends.

"Roll on, Sensei dangling in front of me. I also have to write a thesis. Li Huaiyu stood up, took the red wine glass on the table casually, and turned around and walked towards his room.

Lu Zuoyu looked at Li Huaiyu's disappearing back, and his eyebrows furrowed slightly.

Let's hope this guy doesn't hide a secret...

...

A manor in Kyoto.

The lights are bright and the flow of people is like weaving.

The official celebration party of Glory of Kings opened lively. There are winery food in the estate, and the garden square is neatly arranged with Western-style meals and dance floor music.

The guests were chatting and laughing, and at this time, a black extended Lincoln slowly stopped at the door.