When Qingliu drew lots, he didn't find anything on the opposite team.

Wait for the mythical coach to give them a tutorial on the other side's usual strategy routines.

Qingliu was originally a little drowsy because he got up too early in the morning.

The slender hands were propped up at the temples, the black hair was pressed and soft against the sideburns, the light golden light hit the eyelashes, and the nose cast a faint shadow.

"The next one to talk about is the mid-laner Ruita."

Qingliu lifted his eyes, and his eyes fell on the list indifferently.

"Here in the United States, Rita's mage is also one of the best, he is good at Zhuge Liang's high frequency can turn the tables against the wind with his own strength, the number of five kills is higher than that of the jungler shooter, when the game is played, you must pay attention to him, and you can get off the second as soon as possible."

Clip nodded, "Okay." ”

"Qingliu also pay attention, their main force is on the midlaner, like to play with stabs, Qingliu pay attention to occupying places, don't beware of being killed by the mage when you are in the jungle."

“……”

Mythic Coach: "Clear Stream? Did Qingliu hear that? ”

Qingliu's eyes moved, "Understood." ”

Coach Myth frowned, Qingliu's state has been getting more and more confused recently, they are not novices, they are already veterans, and he will not pay attention to them at any time.

"You have to be distracted when you're playing, you know? As long as the sky doesn't fall, you can talk about everything after the game. ”

Qingliu knew that this was what the coach said to him.

He narrowed his eyes and nodded.

After a brief explanation, let them train freely.

"Don't train too long and stay in good shape, that's the most important thing."

"Good coach."

Then Qingliu played a two-hour training match with his teammates.

"Take a break, and then continue in half an hour."

After Qingliu finished speaking, he took his mobile phone and walked out of the room.

In the empty training camp corridor, Qingliu stared at the potted pothos nonchalantly, reaching out and playing with the emerald green leaves twice.

Dialed the phone.

It rang for a long time, and the other side picked it up slowly.

A hoarse, dull voice came from the earpiece.

"Why did you call me early in the morning?"

"Haven't gotten up yet?"

Qingliu looked at the time, it was already ten o'clock.

The world-weary snorted, "I don't have to train." ”

Misanthropy is notoriously wide-hearted, and although he is very competitive, it only takes one night to adjust after losing the game.

Qingliu thought, this is probably the legendary heartlessness.

Misanthropy cleared his throat and asked, "Are you already up?" ”

Qingliu groaned, "I got up at half past five, went to take promotional photos, recorded an interview, and just finished training for two hours." ”

There was silence for a long time.

When Qingliu thought he couldn't fall asleep.

Misanthropy said: "Thinking about it this way, I am more relieved, and I can sleep a little longer after elimination." ”

Qingliu: "......"

On the domestic Internet, the blood of the dog who has been scolded by Meng Feiyang has been sprayed.

This guy doesn't care at all if he doesn't swipe the net.

Qingliu asked, "When are you going to go back?" ”

The misanthropy was a little incredulous, and sat up from the bed suddenly, "Are you driving me back to China?" ”

"If you want to wait for the World League to end, it will take almost half a month, can you stay here for so long?"

Misanthropy: "How can't you." ”

Qingliu: "You don't have to train, what about your teammates?" How can they train when they return to China? ”

“……”

The misanthropic finally realizes that something is wrong with Qingliu today.

He struggled for a long time and asked tentatively, "Liu'er, do you get up too early and get up?" ”

Qingliu: "...... No. ”

"You're in a bad mood?" The world-weary sighed, "If you're in a bad mood, you digest it internally, what kind of tantrum are you throwing at me, how innocent am I,"

Qingliu: "......"

Qingliu was silent and did not speak.

The misanthropic smiled, "The World League is over, what training is still in a hurry, the autumn game is still early." ”

After a pause, he muttered in a low voice, "Don't say I'm not motivated, my teammates have already bought plane tickets to travel to Sanya." ”

The corners of Qingliu's lips twitched.

Has this phenomenon already started to spread from person to person?

"Okay, it's fine."

The world-weary said quickly, "Don't don't hang up, what's going on with you today?" Did someone bully you? Or is it a training race to kneel? ”

Qingliu said lightly, "It's okay." ”

"What can't you say in front of me? Say it quickly, and I'll make sure you're obedient to it. ”

The voice fell, and a long silence followed.

In the end, Qingliu hesitated for a moment, and simply said, "It's nothing, tomorrow we will play against the North American team, remember to come and see." ”

The world-weary face changed.

What should have come is still coming.

"What, tomorrow, I have something to do tomorrow, ask for leave in advance, and I won't go to the scene."

Qingliu chuckled lightly and asked lightly, "What can you do?" ”

The misanthropy cleared his throat a little embarrassed, "I have a stomachache tomorrow." ”

Rita fought Qingliu, and he also went to sit in the audience to watch the game.

He was afraid that he didn't live long enough.

Now I can figure out why Qingliu has such a strange temper.

"Your skills are good, you have learned to predict the future, and you can feel the stomach ache tomorrow today."

As if he didn't hear the irony in the words, he was still misanthropic and playing.

"Mmmmmm, I just drank three buckets of ice water, tomorrow I will definitely have a stomachache, Liu'er, you don't have to feel sorry for me, I will definitely take care of myself, you can play with peace of mind, you must win, come on, come on, come on, come on!!"

Qingliu was almost laughed at.

God, three buckets of ice water.

Three buckets of ice water can send him away directly, and he still needs to have a stomachache tomorrow?

He asked lightly, "What is the lack of heart?" ”

Qingliu is actually a silent and introverted person, who likes to hold everything in his heart and is unwilling to tell anyone else.

But not for misanthropy.

He knew that the misanthropy was careless, and if he didn't say it, he would never realize it.

"I ...... There is no lack of heart......

The more you talk, the quieter it becomes. In the end, he honestly said, "I'm afraid you'll be angry." ”

Qingliu gently pulled down a leaf with his fingertips and pinched it in the palm of his hand.

"I'm not angry, I'm just a little unsure, and the more you show weakness, the more uncertain I will be."

"Not sure about what?"

He lowered his head and looked at the crumpled leaves in his palms.

"I'm not sure if you still have feelings for Rita."

The misanthropy exploded in an instant, jumping up directly from the bed to prove how excited he was.

"no, you don't know, I knew he was a better ...... than I took it out No, when I was a boy, I threw up all the overnight meals. ”

Qingliu: "......"

The misanthropy didn't wait for Qingliu to speak, and immediately burst into desire to survive, "Really, otherwise I will ...... directly tomorrow"

"Don't." Qingliu also thought that he was going to beat Rita twice to prove his confession.

The misanthropy said decisively: "Okay, then I won't vomit in front of me." ”

The corners of Qingliu's lips twitched.