"Knock Knock Knock ......"

There was an even knock on the door, interrupting Zhao Qichen's thoughts in the room, who was swiping the screen of his mobile phone.

"Come in."

Zhao Qichen knew that it was Lin Qiuran, so he responded without thinking about it.

He knew that Lin Qiuran should have come to talk to him.

I just turned around and left, and when I went back to the house and thought about it, I still felt a little impulsive.

If he walked like that, Lin Qiuran would definitely feel that he was angry with him. Whoever else is it, that situation will be judged like this.

In fact, Zhao Qichen was not angry, he just didn't want to see that Lin Qiuran blindly carried the pressure on himself.

It's not fair to her.

Lin Qiuran got permission, holding a glass of freshly brewed hot milk in his hand, tiptoed in and closed the door.

"Well, let's drink a glass of milk before we go to sleep."

First show your attitude of admitting your mistakes and be soft.

This is the first time Lin Qiuran has taken the initiative to bow his head like this.

Although Zhao Qichen was silent, he was slightly surprised in his heart.

After taking the milk, Zhao Qichen still didn't say a word.

"Rest early and don't think about it."

Seeing that Zhao Qichen didn't speak, Lin Qiuran didn't know how to speak, and was about to turn around after handing over the milk.

Zhao Qichen was still waiting for Lin Qiuran's next step, but he didn't expect her to want to slip away.

"Wait a minute!"

Zhao Qichen directly surrounded Lin Qiuran from behind.

Feeling the warmth of the embrace of the person behind him, Lin Qiuran smiled silently.

"You don't have anything you want to talk to me, do you?"

Zhao Qichen lay on Lin Qiuran's shoulder, his tone a little hurt.

Even if he really wasn't angry, couldn't he comfort his broken little heart?

"I ...... Should something be said? ”

Lin Qiuran's heart moved slightly, and he asked rhetorically.

"You ruthless Ranran, have you forgotten what happened downstairs just now?"

Zhao Qichen's tone carried a hint of coquettishness, which made Lin Qiuran feel helpless.

"I didn't forget, I believe you."

With a simple sentence, Zhao Qichen finally smiled with satisfaction.

Letting go of his hugging hands, Zhao Qichen straightened Lin Qiuran's body slightly.

"Don't do this again in the future, hide everything in your heart."

Lin Qiuran was a little stunned by Zhao Qichen's coquettish and domineering personality, and nodded in a daze.

"Let go, it's not too early, rest early."

"What about you...... Kiss me? ”

Zhao Qichen leaned in front of Lin Qiuran, looking eager to try.

Lin Qiuran stroked his forehead a little helplessly, "Don't make trouble......

"I didn't make a fuss...... I was just hit hard, and now it's okay to make amends. ”

Lin Qiuran looked at him and gently touched Zhao Qichen's cheek with his lips.

Stop studying after learning just a little.

Zhao Qichen didn't get an inch, and let go of Lin Qiuran with satisfaction.

He didn't want to play with fire and set himself on fire, and then he would have to take a cold shower.

"Good night."

Lin Qiuran looked at Zhao Qichen with a smile on his face and gently closed the door.

The moment the door was closed, the smile on Zhao Qichen's face immediately disappeared.

Picking up the phone on the bed with the screen on all the time, he slid with a gloomy face.

There is really a reason why Lin Qiuran is under pressure, but recently the entire base has been training wholeheartedly and rarely paying attention to public opinion in the outside world.

Today, I clicked on a game topic column in a news app, and I saw a lot of negative articles about the decline of SOD.

"E-sports club solo - SOD, the only branch of PUBG ......"

"No management? The local tyrant team fell to the bottom......"

This kind of remarks are already relatively objective, and some headline party articles are even unsightly.

For a post, there are about three or four thousand comments on the topic, 80% of which are abusive, and the remaining 20%, excluding the water army, have very few positive remarks, and they are basically the few Yan fans who are persisting.

Fans who really care about the team's results are all on Mars's side, and a dark horse like SOD died halfway, and there are no rational fans who point out the results.

There are tens of thousands of black posts in the post bar, and it can be said that public opinion is one-sided.

In fact, at the beginning, SOD was not without that kind of die-hard fans, basically they all came for Wen Zhouxing and Zhao Qichen.

The two have completely different playing styles but have their own styles, and their looks are also online, and they also harvested a large number of die-hard fans at first.

But in the end, a group left with Wen Zhouxing's departure, and a group of people silently faded out because of Zhao Qichen's completely zero interaction.

Only the only remaining true love fans who could stand up in Zhao Qichen's crisis last time have never given up.

Oh yes, he also saw that Chubby's only fan base was unilaterally disbanded, and Chubby may not know it until now.

In short, after reading this, Zhao Qichen was indeed somewhat affected.

But this effect is nothing compared to the desire for success.

Zhao Qichen turned off his mobile phone, his eyes full of determination.

*

Because Lin Qiuran spent nearly a month regularizing the work and rest of the team members, so early in the morning of the second day, everyone was downstairs.

Zhao Qichen carried a day's bath towel on his back and slowly walked down the stairs in slippers.

"You three, hand over your phone right away, and retreat for the last week."

The trio who were sitting at the dining table and had already cleaned up and were waiting for Lin Qiuran to eat, they really felt a little puzzled when they heard Zhao Qichen announce such news as soon as he got up.

"Captain, retreat is retreat, when did we have a rule for handing in mobile phones?"

"Yes, although we don't usually use our mobile phones, but suddenly without it by our side, we will feel empty, lonely and cold......"

"Uh-huh, uh-huh......"

Zhao Qichen walked straight to the bathroom, completely ignoring the protests of several people.

Only a "bang" was left for them to close the door.

Chubby, horse monkey, old wolf: "......"

Lin Qiuran also heard Zhao Qichen's words, and walked out of the kitchen with a rice bowl.

"Hand it in, listen to your captain."

Seeing these two people singing black face and white face singing, the trio felt aggrieved in their hearts.

"I said why did I suddenly invite a big meal yesterday, it turned out to be a foreshadowing for today, and I actually kept this hand......"

Xiaopang is naturally reluctant in his heart, and there is still a cartoon modeling picture made for him by a female fan in his mobile phone, and he has to take it out every day to observe it before he feels that life is still a little worth it.

"Sassy operation...... I can't afford to mess with ......."

The horse monkey didn't have too many complaints, and after a while, he obediently took the phone out of his pocket.

The old wolf was very conscious, and then took out his mobile phone.

Only Chubby was alone, touching the fuselage with a reluctant face.

"Sweetheart preserves, I'll miss you......"

Everyone: "......"

Although he was reluctant, after all, it was Zhao Qichen and Lin Qiuran who both spoke, and Xiaopang could only say goodbye to his mobile phone with tears in the end.