Hua Ningwo was reading Weibo in the office.

Sure enough, I saw the gossip of "suspected Lan Ye's return" on several e-sports marketing accounts.

also viciously messed with the rhythm, and the FR fans and passers-by were pinched into a pot of porridge.

[Wow, isn't it, my Blue God has been retired for five years, and I still take him to the stage, is it interesting to mess with CUO? ] Blue God fans expressed their no-appointment! 】

[Make an appointment with your mother! ] The cancer of the rice circle rolls! There are things like you are barren and thin, all of them are bronze rookie fans, what idols are not good fans of e-sports, and the e-sports circle is all stinky by you! 】

[FR is afraid of losing, if you don't pull the blue god out to block the sword, I'm afraid that the team will break up? ] Pity me, the Blue God has been retired for five years and has not stopped, the Blue God is very uncomfortable! 】

[Weakly said, I don't believe in the comeback of the Blue God either...... FR now wants to have no results, so he relies on the top of the Sichuan God, and he pulls the Blue God out when he sees that the top can't move, and this broken result also pulls the Blue God to stir up the heat, which is too low. 】

The more Hua Ning looks at it, the more angry she becomes, whether it's mocking FR or secretly poking the club, today Brother Hua will let you slap your face live!

Hua Ning logged in to the FR official blog, added a filter to the photo just now, edited the text and sent it.

Qiao Xuan, who was far away in the dormitory on the third floor of the academy, was sleeping very deeply, but her mobile phone rang suddenly.

Before Qiao Xuan's eyes opened, her hand first held the mobile phone next to the pillow.

The time shown on the screen is 9 a.m.

She had only slept for three hours.

Qiao Xuan sat up, rubbed her sleepy temples, and opened her mobile phone to read Weibo.

She set up FR's official blog, paid attention to it silently, and paid attention to it for many years.

For someone who may never wait for news.

The page refreshed the picture, and Qiao Xuan's sleepiness was instantly dispersed.

Under the retro-colored filter, Lan Ye, Xiao Zheng, Xie Chuan, and the three men stood together, filled with a silent and powerful aura.

Behind it is the trophy wall of FR, and the trophy of the world champion is slightly glowing with silver.

There is only one sentence in the accompanying picture.

My King Returns!

Qiao Xuan looked at the photo, looked at this sentence, and thought of Lan Ye's casual smile, and a thousand thoughts welled up in her heart.

Biting her lower lip, Qiao Xuan's fingers stroked Lan Ye's face in the photo.

After a long time, he breathed a sigh of relief and saved the photo in his phone.

Just then, her alarm clock went off.

At 9:15, Qiao Xuan, who had only slept for three hours, finished washing up and went downstairs to start training.

The training room was still quiet.

Qiao Xuan nibbled on the bread and sugar-free coffee she took from the pantry, and opened the game to warm up.

The routine of professional players is different from that of ordinary people, there is no breakfast, and the first meal is usually eaten after 10 o'clock.

She got up too early, and the aunt in charge of cooking hadn't come yet.

Drinking bitter coffee, Qiao Xuan frowned slightly.

I slept too late, and there was a slight dull pain in my weak stomach.

On the screen, the game has begun, Qiao Xuan put down the bread that she had nibbled on for a few bites, ignored the constant stomach ache, and concentrated on playing rank.