The central air conditioning in the training room is fully turned on, and the whole room is warm.

The room was warm, but the atmosphere was cold.

Yan Yawned and absentmindedly tapped on the keyboard.

In the game, the blue light flashed, and the duo died violently under the tower.

"Damn!"

Xi Chen slammed the mouse and glared at Yan Yan beside him: "What do you mean!" Can you train well? ”

"Why haven't I trained well," Yan said lightly: "You have a problem with your position, and you blame me for dying?" ”

"What the—" Xi Chen suddenly got up, and a burst of fire burned up.

"Don't argue, early in the morning, you just started the training match, what are you arguing about?" Ji Zhizhou took off his headphones and looked helplessly at the pair of incompatible bottom road duos.

In the game, there are already huge "failure" subtitles, and FR has rightfully lost again.

"You know early in the morning, too?" Yan Qi snorted coldly: "Last night's training match lasted until midnight, and I started training again early this morning, I am a human and not a machine, how can I maintain my level with such continuous rotation all day long?" ”

"The training time can't be less than ten hours, this is what the blue god means," Ji Zhizhou whispered: "I think it's okay, the rest time is enough, but I'm a little more tired than before." ”

"Is it a little?" Yan Yi sneered: "It's not like this to pull out the seedlings, the blue god is awesome, his words are holy decrees, and I don't know what position he is in the team, so he can change our lives casually." ”

Qin Rui put down the mouse, leaned over and said: "The blue god has not replaced the position of the coach, but the blue god is the patriarch of FR, and everyone says that whether FR can rise or not depends on the blue god." ”

"Look at the Blue God?" Yan Yi sneered directly: "I heard it right, right? Can the Blue God be on the field or can he be a conductor? Aren't we the FR first team players? ”

Even if they want to rise, it should depend on them, what does it have to do with Lan Ye?

"You still know you're on a first team?" Xi Chen glanced at him: "As far as your violent death operation is concerned, it is not as good as the passerby A in the passerby bureau!" ”

"Hello! You're awesome! You're so good, why didn't you get the world's No. 1 AD? I can't, I can't do it anymore, I'm also a FR hand support! Yan retorted and sneered.

"Who gave you the card to assist?" Xi Chen looked disgusted: "The whole FR is the most cult of your fans, all of them are brain pumping, and they don't look at the technology, just look at how you look like a dog, you don't like to play in training matches, and you are an expert in live broadcasting, just like you, what kind of professional player is it, can't you be an idol?" ”

"How many fans do I have, are you jealous?" Yan raised his eyebrows.

"I'm jealous!" Xi Chen roared.

"Don't quarrel," Ji Zhizhou was really helpless: "Fortunately, the captain just went out, otherwise you would be so noisy, he would have to be angry." ”

Yan said in a mocking tone: "I know that we have time to pinch all day long, why didn't I see the captain train on time?" ”

"Do you compare yourself to the captain? Are you comparable? Xi Chen bared his teeth: "The captain is a world champion, what are you?" Quarterfinals support, idols? ”

"You—" Yan stared.

"I beg you, can you stop arguing?" Qin Rui was a little broken, "The captain and coach are going to go through the entry procedures for their new teammates, and they will be back in a while." ”

"Oh yes," Xi Chen sneered at Yan Di, "There will be a new assistant joining the team soon, you can finally go while cooling." ”

"You think I'm afraid?" Yan glanced at him: "A woman, how much ability she can have, I estimate that it is a little more useful than her real eye." ”