It wasn't until Lang Qiao's eyes were as blurred as autumn water that he gasped and said, "It will make me want to kiss you uncontrollably." ”

Lang Qiao: "......"

Because of someone's sudden excitement, they finished their training session earlier than usual tonight.

Fast forward to the weekend, the day of the weekly finals of the first week of the regular season, and ......

Zheng Hang and the club negotiated the day when the demon king would retire.

Early that morning, Zheng Hang drove to the hospital where the demon king was, and pushed open the door of the ward with breakfast in a familiar car, but saw ......

The quilt on the hospital bed was stuffed indiscriminately, and the little ancestor who relied on his hand injury and lay on the bed every day to be fed was nowhere to be seen.

Zheng Lao Ma Zi Hang: "......" It's too difficult for me.

He sighed, put the steaming breakfast on the head of the bed, and began to help the little ancestor clean up the room.

The timing of his coming to the GNM team was very unfortunate, just in time for the arrogance of the Demon King, he forced him from an older single young man to a full-time dad who was proficient in all eighteen martial arts.

I can't help it, I want to have just the right meal.

After tidying up the room, Zheng Hang sat on the hospital bed and watched the news for a while, but the more he brushed, the more worried he became.

This early in the morning, where will the demon king go?

Even if you are tired of the breakfast he bought and want to go outside to taste some new tricks, it is time to come back at this point, right?

It can't be because you're retiring, you can't think about it, right?

Speaking of which, he seems to have really heard that there is a professional player in the KPL next door who can't think of jumping off the building on the night he retires, and the fans held the bullhorn below to persuade him for a long time before persuading him to come down......

Thinking of this, Zheng Hang couldn't sit still at all, he put his mobile phone in his pocket, pulled his legs and ran to the rooftop, but when he passed by the doctor's office, he heard a familiar voice.

"Is there really no way?" The Demon King's voice came from the crack in the door, muffled, and sounded a little urgent: "I really need this opportunity, as long as I can make this hand forget the pain for a short time, any consequences will be borne by me alone!" ”

Zheng Hang's footsteps paused and looked at the hidden door in disbelief.

The Demon King is not dead yet......

He raised his hand and was about to knock on the door when he heard the doctor say: "Of course there are ways to forget the pain, just take a closed injection, but this will make your hand more strained, and may even cause permanent trauma, we do not advocate it." ”

"I don't care!" The Demon King had red eyes and muttered to himself, "As long as I can fight again, I can pay any price......

He waited for so long before he finally hoped that he was old enough, but he never thought that others were on the field, but his hands were not good.

Anyway, he is going to retire, if he can ignore the impact of the injury on this stage and play without distraction, even if he is a waste for the rest of his life, he will admit it.

The doctor sighed, not knowing where he had such a deep obsession at such a young age, he only shook his head and said very resolutely: "This is not in accordance with the regulations." ”

"Is it really impossible?" The Demon King asked without giving up.

"Nope."

……

Zheng Hang didn't know how he took heavy steps and moved back to the ward step by step.

When he finally sat down on the edge of the hospital bed and breathed a sigh of relief, he realized that his vision was blurry.

The warm liquid swirled in his eyes, forcing him to tilt his head and stare at the ceiling for a long time before he finally held back his tears.

Then he took out his mobile phone and created a small group, pulling Gatlin, Waiting for Me, Lang Qiao, and Ji Shao into it one by one.

Before he could prepare his words, Gatlin's news came flooding in.

[Gatling: ??? 】

[Gatling: Brother Hang, didn't you go to the hospital to pick up the Demon King?] Why do you suddenly pull a group? 】

[Gatling: You don't want to prepare a retirement surprise for the Demon King, do you? It's a little romantic~】

[Waitforme: yes.] 】5599

Zheng Hang: "...... yes, oh fart, you know how many things to echo every day."

He rolled his eyes silently before he began typing.

[GNM Manager Zheng Hang: I suddenly pulled you to discuss something. 】

[GNM Manager Zheng Hang: You also know that the Demon King is retiring today, the last game of BO5, you see ......]

After hesitating for a moment, he gave Lang Qiao.

[GNM Manager Zheng Hang: Can you let the Demon King go?] @郎の诱惑】

And Lang Qiao's answer was extraordinarily crisp.

[Lang の temptation: Yes. 】

She's only just started her career, and with countless matches to play, it doesn't matter to her if she has one more game or one less.

Merely......

[Gatling: But tonight is the weekly finals, and the ranking of the weekly finals directly affects the league points we get, and the league points are the key to our championship, are you sure? 】

Without waiting for Zheng Hang to answer, a new message appeared in the group.

[Gankyourheart: No problem.] 】

[Lang の temptation: It's a big deal to get more points in the first four games. 】

[Waitforme: That's right.] 】

Wait for me to agree.

For the demon king who loves the arena so much, there should be no better gift than this, right?

And Gatlin just thought they were crazy.

[Gatling:???? Am I too vegetable? 】

[Gatling: What do you mean it's okay?] What's the big deal to score more points in the first four games? Can you please not say that taking points is as simple as chopping melons and vegetables? It's too inflated! 】

[Gatling: Although this is a minor league, it's also a professional arena!] There are still strong players in some strong teams! 】

[Gatling: And wait for me, what are you going to do with it!] You're the same dish as me! 】

When I agreed, it was as if he was the only rookie left in their team.

Does he not want to lose face?

In the face of Gatlin's passionate speech, Ji Shaoyi sneered disdainfully, and said with a backhand.

[Gankyourheart: I, macho man, thunder and thunder, understand? 】

Lang Qiao also followed suit.

[Lang の temptation: I, macho man, 1V4, understand? ] 】

[Gatling: Social Society.] 】

[Waitforme: I can't afford to mess with it.] 】

And Zheng Hang: "......"

I don't know if it's his delusion, but I always feel that the GNM team has Lang Qiao and Ji Shaoyi joining, just like putting two wild dogs off the reins on the field, and I can't pull it......

At three o'clock in the afternoon, all the members of the GNM team, under the urging of Zheng Hang, packed up their things one by one and got into the car.

The demon king subconsciously wanted to get his peripheral bag, and his hand reached halfway, but he paused suddenly, and only hooked the corners of his lips bitterly.

"Take it." Zheng Hangdao: "What if you can use it?" ”

The Demon King nodded, and finally obediently picked up the peripheral bag and got into the car last.

Gatlin was still as noisy as ever, but he didn't frown at him as usual.