After coming out of the mall, Yan Sheng and Song Ming booked a suite for Yan Man in a hotel not far from the club.

"Stay safe, don't run around at night, call me if there's anything." When he took the room card and walked to the elevator, Yan Sheng told Yan Manqian, "Do you hear it, you hear it." ”

"Got it, got it—" Yan Man nodded absentmindedly.

"In the past two days, we have to prepare for the game, your brother may not be able to take care of you very well, you have something to find him, if he doesn't answer, you can call me." Song Ming said, "You should also pay attention to safety when you go out with your classmates, after all, you are a little girl." ”

"Uh-huh, I know—" Yan Man's ears were calloused.

There was a "ding" sound, and the elevator door sounded.

The mermaids in the elevator rushed out, Yan Sheng held Yan Man's shoulder with one hand, and Song Ming stood on the other side of Yan Man and took her to the side.

After a while, the elevator was almost empty, and the three of them walked into the elevator together.

Press down the floor, and the elevator doors slowly close.

"Wait a minute—" Before the door closed, a man hurriedly reached out and blocked the elevator door, "Wait a minute! ”

Hearing this, Yan Man hurriedly pressed the button to open the door and let the person in.

"Thanks-" The man stepped into the elevator, his voice did not fall, and his eyes fell on the faces of Song Ming and Yan Sheng.

The man's expression swept over the three people in the elevator with intimate manners with some surprise.

Song Ming noticed his eyes, slightly twisted his eyebrows and met his gaze for a moment, and the man quickly looked away.

In the elevator going up, no one spoke.

Until the elevator stopped on the 39th floor, the orange light on the floor number went out, the elevator door opened, and the three of them walked out of the elevator together.

Yan Man's room was diagonally opposite the elevator, and Yan Sheng and Song Ming stood at the door of the room waiting for Yan Man to swipe the room card.

Before the elevator doors closed, the man raised a sinister smile, picked up his phone, and filmed the scene.

"Okay, let's go in, go to bed early, I'll go back with Songming." Yan Sheng leaned against the door frame and raised his chin at Yan Man.

"Go back, go back, I'll take a shower and go to sleep." Yan Man's chick nodded as if pecking rice.

By the time Yan Sheng and Song Ming returned to the club together, it was already close to twelve o'clock in the evening, and the training room was filled with the sound of "click" mouse clicks and some game conversations.

Yan Sheng pulled out his chair and sat down, pressing the power button.

"Returned?" Liu Shenyu, who was sitting next to him, heard the movement, turned his head and glanced at him quickly, "Why is it so late?" ”

"My sister came with me, and I accompanied her to watch a movie and have a meal before coming." Yan Sheng raised his hand and grabbed the headphones hanging behind the display, "What about this mid-order?" ”

Liu Shenyu's eyes were glued to his screen, and he shrugged his shoulders: "I said that I can't come back if I have something to do in the past two days, and I will come back the day after tomorrow." ”

Yan Sheng twisted his eyebrows, and after a while, he was so angry that he wanted to laugh.

The day after tomorrow is the first game of the regular season after the year, their team's team, and their team's mid laner intends to return the day before the game.

"After you said that in his live broadcast room that day, he hasn't started a live broadcast until now." Liu Shenyu said, "His attitude is on the table, I guess I want to disgust you." ”

Ninety-nine percent of the people who play in the professional team are people who have put in tens of millions of hard work towards that championship trophy with a lot of enthusiasm, and there is a person in the team who has vegetables and dishes, just like the rat poop that spoils a good pot of porridge is disgusting.

Yan Sheng sneered and clicked on the League of Legends icon on the screen.

"Yan Sheng, won't we still fight Zu Jinming in the summer game?" When Liu Shenyu's game was over, he took off his headphones and hung them around his neck, turned his head to look at Yan Sheng, and his tone was full of dissatisfaction and impatience with Zu Jinming.

"No, it won't." Yan Sheng shook his head, "I've found someone here, and I've been thinking about signing him into the second team these days." ”

"That'll do." Liu Shenyu let out a long breath, "Let's two platoons?" ”

"Okay."

·

The next morning, Shen Er stepped into the Internet café, walked into the box, and saw the gift box placed next to the keyboard at a glance.

Shen Er gently removed the post-it note.

"A New Year's gift for you." Shen Er muttered, "Yan ......"

Did the little master come yesterday?!

Shen Er opened the gift box and took out the thin lipstick with a mint green shell in the center.

He unconsciously raised his hand and touched his lips, his fingertips tapping on his dry lower lip.

He took the lipstick and opened the phone, held it up and took a picture, and opened WeChat.

[Owl: Yan, thank you for your New Year's gift]

No one replied to him on the other side of the chat box, and Shen Er didn't pay much attention to it.

He works in Qingzhou, and since he has already returned to Qingzhou, he must be busy at this time.

He slammed his phone upside down on the desktop and clicked on the League of Legends icon.

Boarding the game, none of the few game friends were online, Shen Er clicked on the qualifying match and began to be lonely alone.

Speaking of which......

Shen Er smiled suddenly, since the creation of his number, except for the first qualifying competition, almost all the later rankings have been played with him.

From gold to diamond one, he is present in every game.

At the end of the game, your own jungler dropped halfway through, and the game dragged on for thirty-eight minutes and still lost.

Shen Er moved his wrist, took his mobile phone, clicked on it and saw WeChat ten minutes ago.

[Yan: You're welcome]

[Yan: I'll call you later, you can play by yourself for a while]

[Owl: Okay]

Putting down the phone, Shen Er continued to line up.

The queue time for the high-level C position will be extended, and Shen Er took off his headphones and walked to the side to open the curtain that blocked the light.

The warm winter sun poured in through the glass window, and Shen Er squinted comfortably.

Back in front of the computer and sitting down, the game has not yet been arranged, but a new pop-up box appears.

[Strawberry Shake Shake Asks to Add You as a Friend]

Shen Er tilted his head suspiciously, flipped over the past few games, and did not see this ID in his teammates or on the opposite side.

Could it be that the five-yuan order post in the post bar has been turned over again?

Shen Er clicked and agreed, and opened the secret chat box to type.

[Owl: Hello, may I ask who you are?] ]

[Strawberry Shake Shake: Are you Shen'er?] ]

Shen Er was stunned, even if he was a friend who was added to the five-yuan order post at that time, he shouldn't know his name.

This man......

Shen Er's face was puzzled.

[Owl: Are you?] ]

[Strawberry shake: Zhao Jingzhou, do you have any impressions?] ]

The moment he saw this name, Shen Er's pupils dilated instantly, and just at this moment, a circle of successful queues popped up.

Shen Er pressed cancel without hesitation and returned to the queue interface.

He looked at the dialog, and a sense of unreality pervaded.

Zhao Jingzhou.

He certainly had an impression.

The name of the genius mid-laner in the book "Throne Peak", the name of the Grand Slam triple crown champion Hyper, which he spent many years in, is Zhao Jingzhou.