The female commentator pouted and looked at the makeup artist helplessly.

Shine, her face is really good-looking and her personality is really cold.

It is very easy to put makeup on boys, especially beautiful boys, just get a hairstyle and eyebrows. Five minutes later, the makeup artist straightened up and said with a smile, "Team Yu's lips are a little brighter than the average person, so I won't put lipstick on you."

Yu Zhaohan nodded and put on his sunglasses again: "Go to the bathroom."

The restroom in the backstage of the stadium is far away, next to the team lounge. Yu Zhaohan came out of the toilet after going to the toilet, looked at the mirror on the sink, suddenly thought of something, and opened the mobile phone memo: "The Essential Rules for Gao Leng Male Protagonists".

A year ago, not long after Yu Zhaohan turned 18, he was appointed as the captain of the new R.H. He was also the youngest and most junior captain in the league.

Before the age of eighteen, his training time was very limited, and he could only train within the allotted one hour on weekends. He can only focus on cultivating his own consciousness and the big picture. At that time, what the team lacked most was a commander who could coordinate the overall situation. The management valued his commanding ability, and made an exception to let him be the youngest captain. Because he has the shortest training time, this move has been opposed by many veteran players.

Just when he was worried about how to convince his older and more experienced teammates, his enthusiastic cousin studied hard all night during the summer vacation, read a hundred romance novels, and summed up this memo for him.

"Brother, as long as you follow this lesson, you will be able to suppress anyone—trust me!"

Since then, this memorandum, which encapsulates the wisdom of countless predecessors, has become Yu Zhaohan's code of conduct.

Yu Zhaohan looked at the tenth rule: when wearing a suit, you must pull the tie, don't pull it completely, just pull it until you can see the collarbone, and remember to be casual.

Casually, the most frequent word on the code. People with high coldness should be careless in everything they do, and they should do it with ease, otherwise they will be out of style.

So, Yu Zhao had a cold face, raised his hand, and tugged at his tie "carelessly".

It was rare to wear a suit once, so Yu Zhaohan took the opportunity to practice a few more times. Suddenly, the sound of footsteps from far to near came from outside the door, accompanied by the voice of two boys talking.

"What's there to worry about," a boy said. "You're nervous, and the other side is also nervous. Everyone is the same."

Another boy smiled bitterly: "Of course you don't have to worry, you will always be C's anyway."

There were two boys in IPL uniforms who walked in. One was tall and the other was thin and short. They were seventeen or eighteen years old, and they were still in high school if they didn't play a career.

That short one is Yu Zhaohan's former teammate, the current IPL nurse, Xu.

Xu suddenly met Shangyu Zhaohan's gaze and blurted out, "Captain!"

The tall boy raised his head and looked at Yu Zhaohan with sharp eyebrows.

This is one of the IPL double Cs, and it focuses on the Timeless, Shidu, who output the assassin position at close range.

Shi Du may have thought he would see the captain of the IPL, but when he saw him, the boy raised his eyebrows.

Xu smiled: "Is the captain going to the commentary?"

Yu Zhaohan: "Yes."

Shi Du looked directly at Yu Zhaohan's face. Seeing the sunglasses on the bridge of his nose and the suit on his body, the boy put his hand on his lips and smiled uncontrollably: "It's wrong, Brother Xu, Shine is not your captain now."

Xu was a little embarrassed: "I got used to it for a while and forgot to change my tune."

Yu Zhaohan glanced at Xu's pale face and asked, "Are you okay?"

There was a burst of emotion in Xu's heart. He had been away from R.H for so long, but Yu Zhaohan was still the same.

A man with a beautiful gun, even though he is only nineteen years old, he has a composure far beyond his actual age. No matter what the situation, never shed a tear.

Players at R.H can always trust their captain.

In front of the former captain, Xu unknowingly told the truth: "Captain, I, I'm a little nervous."

Yu Zhaohan was silent for two seconds and said, "Get over it."

There was a laugh in front of him, and Yu Zhaohan looked at the boy.

Shi Du stopped laughing and said solemnly, "Ah, yes yes yes, Team Yu is right."

Yu Zhaohan raised his hand and casually tidied up the cuffs on his suit: "If you know I'm right, take the notebook and write it down."

Shi Du really took out his mobile phone: "What if I don't bring a notebook, can I use my mobile phone to record the trip?"

...to see a doctor.

Yu Zhaohan ignored Shi Du and said to Xu, "Look at the fans' encouragement for you."

Xu is an encouraging player. The more recognition he receives, the less pressure he has on his heart. When Xu was in R.H, in order to stabilize his mentality, there were still people in the team who went to his Weibo to blow rainbow farts.

Xu You was reminded, and quickly said: "Okay, okay, I'll see it later - Captain, do you want to wash your hands?" After saying that, he moved away from the seat in front of the sink.

Yu Zhaohan passed over the two of them, turned on the tap, and poured water on his slender, fair fingers.

It was these hands. Once in a game, the opponent was killed by a headshot as soon as he came out of the resurrection point without even seeing anyone. There was no way for the four of them to gather together, which once affected the entire team's walking habits.

Shi Du watched for a while, then suddenly said, "I'm also nervous. Team Yu also encouraged and encouraged me, okay?"

Yu Zhaohan washed his hands expressionlessly: "No, you're not nervous."

Shi Du smiled and said, "I'm nervous."

Yu Zhaohan pointed at Shi Du's wrist: "Are you sure?"

Shi Du raised his wrist and saw that his heart rate was clearly displayed on the electronic watch, which was only 80.

Shidu: "..."

Yu Zhaohan pressed the corner of his mouth that he wanted to raise, slowly wiped his hands, and threw the paper lightly into the trash can. Then he pulled his tie with one hand and put the other on Xu's shoulder, giving him a steady encouragement from a mature man: "Fight well, don't let the Koreans win."

Xu's confidence suddenly increased: "I will!"