"There are footsteps on the first floor, are there shouliudan?"

"Below me, you throw it under me."

“OK。”

Tomorrow is the knockout round, and as soon as Lin Qiuran left the door of the room, he could hear the sound of people coming from the training room, mixed with the sound of mouse and keyboard tapping, and rubbed his hair with some annoyance.

Since yesterday's small meeting, these few people in the team have been playing from last night to now, like how long it has been since they have played a game.

"Horse monkey! How many times have I said it, be fast when you lick supplies, what if someone suddenly comes out? ”

"Yes, yes, I try, I try."

Listening to Wen Zhouxing's serious tone, Lin Qiuran smiled faintly, looked at the time, and it was time for lunch.

Let them rest after lunch, she thought.

"105 direction, airdrop."

"Gilly suit, three-level head, and a dog to smash, do you want it?"

The horse monkey looked at a few small icons on the map, and the yellow icon of Mao Taro appeared near the airdrop.

"When did you pass?"

Mao Yao neatly changed into a gilly suit and a three-level head, and hesitated for a moment to replace the rifle in his hand with a dog smash.

"I'm close, I'm driving here."

Wen Zhouxing frowned, crossed his hands in front of his chest, and said slowly: "Mao Yao, at least bring your teammates next time you chase the airdrop, don't act alone."

Mao Yao pursed her lips and nodded, and the other people stared at the screen intently, not paying attention to this little episode.

When Lin Qiuran opened the door and came in, several people suddenly exclaimed, and the horse monkey clapped and shouted to eat chicken.

Seeing that several people were all elated, Zhao Qichen sat silently on the side, with a relieved smile on his face.

After such a long time, Lin Qiuran finally breathed a sigh of relief, she thought, Zhao Qichen did come out.

At night, Lin Qiuran was sitting at the table staring at the computer in a daze.

Although the trend of public opinion has improved now, Zhao Qichen has indeed lost a lot of fans because of this incident, and the Weibo data has obviously dropped a few notches.

Looking at some of the marketing accounts that had touted Zhao Qichen before, all of them were saying that he was confused, Lin Qiuran touched his chin and fell into deep thought.

The intermittent knock on the door broke her thoughts, and she subconsciously thought it was Zhao Qichen, and Lin Qiuran quickly closed the computer.

But thinking about it again, when did Zhao Qichen learn to knock when he entered her room?

The door of the room creaked open, and Wen Zhouxing stood in front of Lin Qiuran, wearing a homely trouser with long sleeves, his hair was not as neat as usual, and his bangs were lazily on his forehead.

"Can I go in?"

Lin Qiuran looked at him hesitantly, thought about it or moved out of the way, and prayed in his heart that Zhao Qichen's big vinegar jar would not look for her tonight.

Wen Zhouxing took a look when he walked into the room, he had never entered Lin Qiuran's room, it was because he had a ghost in his heart, but now that he knew the relationship between her and Zhao Qichen, he felt that he was above board.

Lin Qiuran closed the door and turned around, and saw Wen Zhouxing sitting on a chair, staring at him with a strange look.

"Is there something wrong?"

Lin Qiuran is not like the people in that group, how can you say that Wen Zhouxing is also their previous captain, and all of them are also respectful, except for Zhao Qichen, the old brute.

Wen Zhouxing saw that Lin Qiuran was not salty or indifferent to herself as always, and she had long been used to it, so she didn't have the mood to ridicule her at all, so she cut to the chase.

"Zhao Qichen's matter...... I've been paying attention to online reviews, although this e-sports is all about strength, but it still has some impact. ”

Unexpectedly, he and himself thought of going together, Lin Qiuran glanced at him, walked to the table, and opened the notebook casually.

Wen Zhouxing looked at the table on the screen, the data of Zhao Qichen's Weibo in recent days, the number of blogs posted by several well-known marketing accounts, the public opinion trend of major forums, and even the data of official blogs, all summarized here.

"This was sent to me by the public relations side, and after Venucia apologized on Weibo, the wind reviews have improved, but there are still mixed reviews on major forums."

Wen Zhouxing looked at the computer screen and nodded, his fingers tapped on the desktop regularly, and said lightly: "What are you going to do?" PR? ”

Lin Qiuran frowned, it was really difficult to communicate with these otaku who could only play games.

"It depends on how the game is going tomorrow, and the result of Venucia's game tomorrow will directly determine the direction of public opinion in the next few days."

Lin Qiuran paused, closed the computer and raised his eyebrows.

"I'll arrange a live broadcast after the game, you remember to do his ideological work."

"Zhao Qichen's ideological work, it is most appropriate for you to do it."

Lin Qiuran listened to Wen Zhouxing's words, and there was indeed a little truth, and he shrugged his shoulders disappreciatively.

"OK, that's together."

Wen Zhouxing nodded, looking at Lin Qiuran, who was playing with him in an official tone, and what he saw in Zhao Qichen's arms were completely two people.

"Rest early, and then there's a post-match review, and you're going to have a hard time."

Wen Zhouxing sighed, it was not only their players who were tired of playing the game, but they were also affected by the behind-the-scenes personnel.

When I was a player before, I didn't feel that I watched the coach train myself every day, but I just felt that he didn't take money and didn't work at all.

Now that I'm really a coach, I find that it's not like that at all.

After chatting about work, Wen Zhouxing still couldn't hold back after all, and his footsteps suddenly stopped when he walked to the door.

"It can be seen that you like Zhao Qichen very much."

Lin Qiuran was stunned by this headless sentence, and when she turned around, she saw Wen Zhouxing with her back to her, and she couldn't see her expression clearly.

"Then I hope you can be really happy, if you don't like it, I will always be waiting for you in the same place."

After speaking, Wen Zhouxing walked out of the room and closed the door with his hands.

I don't know if it's because the door is too loud, or because of Wen Zhouxing's words, Lin Qiuran was stunned for a while, not knowing what to say.

He was confessing to himself just now?

After Lin Qiuran thought clearly, he pursed his lips weakly, turned around and unconsciously cleaned up the table, the way these men confessed was really unprepared.

After a while, the door opened again, and Lin Qiuran thought that Wen Zhouxing had come in again, and turned his head in a little panic.

The figure in front of him suddenly rushed in front of him, one hand tightly wrapped around her waist, and the other hand lifted her chin.

"I just saw Wen Zhouxing come out of your room, what's the matter? What did he say to you? ”

Lin Qiuran pursed his lips and quickly shook his head, the words he had thought of in his head spun rapidly.

"No, he just came to talk to me about work."

Zhao Qichen raised his eyebrows and looked at her, with a look of disbelief, but he simply looked away, and turned over while Lin Qiuran was not paying attention and pressed her on the bed.

"In the future, no one will be allowed to enter your room except me!"