After verifying the identities of the two with the staff, Lin Qiuran took Zhao Qichen and left the hotel in a low-key manner.

What Zhao Qichen's performance is like today, everyone knows it in their hearts.

Weibo has been scolded, and netizens' new hatred and old grudges against him have all accumulated together.

Not long ago, Xiao Caihong also sent a WeChat message to Lin Qiuran, saying that Zhao Qichen had two groups of fans in the support club, and several administrator fans left the group one after another, and even encouraged a large number of people to leave before leaving.

Lin Qiuran naturally wouldn't let Zhao Qichen know about this matter, as early as when Su Chang's matter continued to ferment, Lin Qiuran asked him to uninstall Weibo on his mobile phone.

Out of sight is out of sight.

The most important thing Zhao Qichen needs to do now is to adjust his mentality and play his due role.

Today's game, to be honest, being sprayed is normal.

Because he made too many mistakes, many details were not dealt with properly, and he was purely playing with his personal strength.

It's not that professional players can't make mistakes, it's just that for Zhao Qichen himself, these mistakes seem extremely unreasonable.

As for the behavior of losing fans because of what happened these days, Lin Qiuran felt that he was relaxed.

Fewer champion fans who win and lose like this are generally not a bad thing.

"Hungry?"

After coming out of the hotel, Lin Qiuran did not take the initiative to mention anything about the game.

Zhao Qichen walked beside Lin Qiuran, turned his head to stare at her, and nodded slightly.

Lin Qiuran smiled and reached out to hold his big hand.

"Let's go, let's get something to eat first."

There are some Western-style restaurants near the hotel, and finally Lin Qiuran chose the most secluded one.

She spoke fluent English and spoke with the waiter, and finally ordered two servings of pasta.

In fact, when they were in Linjiang, they would rather eat fast food than choose Western restaurants.

"Eat something to cushion your stomach first."

With the experience of Chubby, Lin Qiuran paid attention to the diet of the players.

Even in the World Competition, which has strict regulations, Lin Qiuran feels uneasy.

"There are two weeks left in the group stage, so you don't have to play until the knockout stage starts."

Lin Qiuran wiped his mouth and put the fork on the plate.

Zhao Qichen raised his eyes, waiting for her to continue,

"In the past two weeks, I'll take you back to my hometown."

Lin Qiuran's tone was flat, and there was no trace of waves on his face.

"Your hometown?"

Zhao Qichen's mood that had been sluggish for a long time finally had a trace of waves.

He had never heard the words "hometown" or "relatives" from Lin Qiuran's mouth.

He knew that Lin Qiuran had lost his parents since he was a child, so he would never deliberately mention this topic in front of her.

Even if these sensitive words appeared in the topic, he chose to pass them aside.

Don't touch, don't delve into it.

He believes that if the relationship between the two can be closer and more stable one day, Lin Qiuran will definitely take the initiative to tell himself.

I just didn't think this day would come like this.

The slight emotion on Zhao Qichen's face naturally did not escape Lin Qiuran's eyes, she smiled lightly and put down the water glass in her hand.

"Isn't it curious that I would have such a thought so suddenly."

Zhao Qichen nodded.

"My hometown is in a very remote place, which is not as small as Linjiang, and it is still a small place that is not fully developed. But small places also have the benefits of small places, the scenery is not bad, if you don't mind, I'll take you to see. ”

How could Zhao Qichen have any objections.

The two immediately booked a ticket to return home tomorrow night.

The group stage is not over yet, and there are four games left tomorrow to determine the two teams that will qualify from Group A.

Back at the hotel, Lin Qiuran explained the general situation to Wenzhou Xing.

"You're going home tomorrow?"

Wen Zhouxing was obviously frightened by Lin Qiuran's sudden decision.

"What are we going to do if you go back?"

After an afternoon of training matches, Lin Qiuran announced such a heavy news as soon as he came back, and Xiaopang was surprised and a little frustrated.

"Aren't you still accompanied by your literary team?"

Lin Qiuran hurriedly comforted and turned the topic to Wen Zhouxing.

Xiaopang looked like he wanted to speak and stopped, and his expression when he looked at Lin Qiuran was full of confusion.

He actually wanted to say that it would be better to buy the tickets for several of them to return to China by the way, which would save trouble.

After an afternoon of training matches, Zhao Qichen originally felt that it would be difficult to win, but now it is even more hopeless.

But after all, Mao Taro is still present, and many words cannot be said unscrupulously, and it is really hurtful to say it.

"Tomorrow after playing the group stage with you, we will go back. Tomorrow's game will be started by Mao Taro throughout the whole process. ”

Lin Qiuran's tone was flat, as if he was saying something normal.

Chubby swallowed his saliva next to him, and swallowed the words stuck in his throat.

The atmosphere fell silent for a while.

In the end, it was Wen Zhouxing who broke the deadlock.

"Don't you understand what your manager means? I said that I would go back first and come back in two weeks from the knockout round, so I believe you will win tomorrow's game. ”

"But ......"

"Don't do it, if there's something after the game ends tomorrow and we'll talk about it slowly after we qualify. It's not too early now, so it's king to get some rest, so make sure you get enough sleep......"

Xiaopang wanted to say something, Wen Zhouxing immediately interrupted, urging a few people to hurry back to the house to rest.

Lin Qiuran smiled gratefully at Wen Zhouxing.

Because Zhao Qichen and Lin Qiuran went back to their room directly from outside and did not show up, Mao Taro lived in a double room with him.

So before Mao Taro was ready to go back to the room, Lin Qiuran still left him alone.

Mao Yao's whole person was in a state of restraint, and when she saw Lin Qiuran leaving her alone, she immediately knew what she was going to say to herself.

"Sister Ran Ran......"

"Don't be nervous, I'm just going to talk to you."

Lin Qiuran's tone was soft, with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

She knows in her heart the temperament of Mao Taro, a child who has not grown up.

On the arduous road of his career, he needs to be patiently guided.

But just guidance will not work, this will only make him develop a dependency mentality, and he will never be able to really stand up.

"Sister Ran Ran, say it."

Mao Yao tilted his neck, and his palm-sized face was full of perseverance.

Lin Qiuran chuckled.

"Don't be so serious, I really just want to talk to you."

After speaking, she walked to the pantry and poured a cup of hot water for Mao Taro and herself.

"What led you to this career in the first place?"

Lin Qiuran chose a topic entry point that was easy to get closer to each other.

Mao Yao didn't know why Lin Qiuran suddenly asked this, her eyes were full of doubts.