The late autumn in Linjiang has always been cold, and the sky darkens down very early.

Driving back to the base, it was already half dark.

As soon as he entered the house, Lin Qiuran entered the training room and turned on the air conditioning and heating.

Zhao Qichen put the whole person on the sofa.

"Why don't you take off your coat."

Lin Qiuran packed up his things, approached the sofa, and kicked the behemoth on the sofa with his foot.

After waiting for a long time, the people on the sofa did not move.

Lin Qiuran simply sighed and leaned up lazily.

"It's so fast, and in the blink of an eye, the pre-game game is over in more than a week."

Lin Qiuran sighed a little.

The person next to him still didn't move.

Lin Qiuran got up and turned Zhao Qichen's head to himself.

"Cub, cub?"

Lin Qiuran shouted and patted Zhao Qichen's cheek with his palm.

"Asleep?"

Lin Qiuran's tone was a little puzzled.

She moved her head up and looked at Zhao Qichen's cheek carefully.

The eyelashes and eyelids flutter together, and it doesn't look like you're asleep.

Lin Qiuran suddenly became playful.

She crept to her feet, paced upstairs and went back to her room to get a cotton swab.

When she walked down, she found that Zhao Qichen still had the same eyes closed before she went upstairs.

The slight change in expression had completely revealed the fact that he was faking sleep.

Approaching again, Lin Qiuran gently pinched his ear with one hand, and held a cotton swab with the other hand and gently stuffed it into his ear hole.

Zhao Qichen was still tense, trying his best to manage his face so that Lin Qiuran would not find out that he was teasing her, but after waiting for a period of footsteps back and forth, there was a slight itch in his ears.

There is a touch of a caterpillar wriggling in the ear.

Zhao Qichen suddenly couldn't pretend to be able to do so.

He grabbed Lin Qiuran's hand that was making trouble with one hand, and clamped her waist with the other.

"Naughty."

Zhao Qichen's sudden movement startled Lin Qiuran.

"You're pretending to be asleep."

Zhao Qichen blinked innocently.

"I didn't, I lay on the sofa and closed my eyes, you think I'm sleeping."

Hearing that the person in front of him was still quibbling, Lin Qiuran snorted.

"Close your eyes and recuperate, why don't you ignore me?"

Full of nonsense, I can't bear it.

Lin Qiuran retorted while twisting his body, trying to break free from Zhao Qichen's confinement.

The harder he tried to escape, the more strength Zhao Qichen had in his hand.

"Don't move, Ranran, take a break."

The man above his head had a faint tiredness in his tone.

Lin Qiuran suddenly quieted down, understanding that Zhao Qichen was still running around for a bunch of things after playing the game today.

In fact, Zhao Qichen was embarrassed to say that he was dizzy and tightened because of the car.

He didn't know why, maybe he wasn't born rich, as soon as he got into a closed car or bus, he would feel an unprecedented sense of suffocation.

It's a feeling that's worse than motion sickness.

That's why he hasn't taken a driver's license or bought a car.

He prefers the feeling of a motorcycle that is not restricted in the wind rather than a sedan.

I haven't lived separately from Su Xinrui before, and there are actually several limited edition Harleys in the house.

Now that he has come out to live in the base to play professionally, his personality has also converged, and he rarely has the opportunity to race with a group of fox friends in the middle of the night on the sparsely populated winding mountain road.

The only motorcycle left was the one he rode when he first met Lin Qiuran.

The blue-black body is low-key and vaguely exposed.

Lin Qiuran was worried about his safety, and Zhao Qichen had been completely banned from riding a motorcycle on the road again.

In Lin Qiuran's impression, the kind of people who play motorcycles are all lifeless gangsters.

The movie plot of the car gambling and losing the gambling will be chopped off by the hands and feet.

Zhao Qichen felt a little funny after listening to Lin Qiuran's statement at that time, and patiently corrected her thoughts, but Lin Qiuran just didn't listen.

So in the backyard garage, in addition to Lin Qiuran's off-road and sports car, the one in the innermost corner is the Harley that Zhao Qichen bought with the first bonus of his career.

I guess it's all covered with several layers of ash now.

Thinking about it this way, Zhao Qichen's heart is still a little itchy.

After his victory, he felt that the best way to celebrate was to get on his bike and run a few laps of the race.

Lin Qiuran naturally didn't know about his idea.

In fact, at the end of the day today, her fatigue is not much lighter than Zhao Qichen.

In the morning, she hurried back from the hospital and temporarily played at the most critical time to complete her first professional game.

Until the game was completely over, she felt a little unreal.

She never thought about her life and the opportunity to be on the professional stage of esports.

It sounds bold, unreal, and even crazy.

Thinking about it, it seems that since I met Zhao Qichen and chose to be with him, there have been a lot of impossibilities in my life.

Lin Qiuran raised his head, and his eyes were just on Zhao Qichen's stubble chin.

He must have shaved his beard before the race, and for more than a week, he had only a short layer of fluff attached to it.

It's not as hard as the stubble that has grown completely, but it's still a little itchy to the touch.

Lin Qiuran's ghost made a god and put his lips against it.

By the way, I rubbed my cheek on it.

It's like a coquettish kitten.

Zhao Qichen felt the soft touch of his chin, and his consciousness, which was still a little sober, began to blur little by little.

Lin Qiuran looked at Zhao Qichen and didn't react, and gradually slowed down.

It didn't take long for the two people on the sofa to be left with the sound of light breathing one after another.

……

Mars Esports Club.

Now Kwon Sung's mind is a mess.

After returning from the venue, my phone calls never stopped.

In addition to the people from the higher levels asking why there was such a result, there was also a large group of media reporters who did not know how to learn their private number, and asked different harassing questions.

After breaking two mobile phones, Kwon Sung roared and summoned all the players in the club.

In the huge training room, a group of people lowered their heads, and no one dared to raise their heads and say a word.

The cigarette on Kwon Sung's fingertips lifted and released and lifted, and the emotions in his eyes were obscure.

"Before the competition, looking at your training status, I thought you were all winning nine out of ten."

Kwon Sung's tone was yin and yang.

Someone immediately stepped forward to explain.

"Manager, you really can't blame us, Zang Yue is not here, we have no cooperation with Mao Taro at all."

In a word, push the responsibility cleanly.

One is to blame Zang Yue's sudden disappearance, and the other is to indirectly scold Mao Taro for not being able to do it.

As soon as he obeyed the words, the head that was already lowered by Mao Taro.

He felt that he had nothing to say about his duties.