"...what are you two doing?"

Hearing the sound, Jian Rong subconsciously stopped and released Lu Baiyuan's hand.

The pressing sensation on his hand disappeared, Lu Baiyuan slowly opened his eyes, and met the two people standing at the door.

"Okay?" After sleeping for a while, he became more sleepy, and Lu Baiyuan woke up after a few seconds. He sat up straight, turned his wrist, tilted his head and said with a hoarse laugh, "It's a lot more comfortable, thank you."

Usually Jian Rong presses it for ten minutes, but he just saw Lu Baiyuan closed his eyes and seemed to be asleep, so he just kept pressing it, and it didn't take much effort anyway.

Jian Rong lowered her eyes and nodded: "It's okay if there is relief."

After figuring out the situation, Brother Ding breathed a sigh of relief, and then froze—what was he nervous about just now? ?

Brother Ding coughed: "Then what... I bought some crayfish and came back as a supper for you. What about the others?"

Jian Rong said, "I have already returned to my room to rest."

Brother Ding put the food on the table: "They must not have slept. Xiaobai only posted a Weibo a few minutes ago. You shout in the group and ask them to come down to eat."

Jian Rong stood up from the sofa: "I'll go upstairs and call, just in time to charge my phone."

Brother Ding: "Okay."

When Jian Rong walked upstairs, Brother Ding immediately asked the people on the sofa, "Hands hurt? How long have you been practicing today?"

Lu Baiyuan said lightly: "I didn't practice for a long time."

"It started at four in the afternoon." The assistant coach took out his mobile phone to check the record and said, "The last game just ended 30 minutes ago."

Lu Baiyuan: "..."

"It's not too long." Brother Ding gritted his teeth: "It's only eight hours, and I'm almost catching up with the youth trainees."

"Shouldn't the starting team work harder than the youth trainees?" Lu Baiyuan cleared his throat: "It's not that exaggerated, there is a break in the middle."

Brother Ding said, "Don't you know what's going on with your hands? You just take a two-hour break in the middle, and the amount of training is too much!"

"Okay, keep your voice down." Lu Baiyuan glanced at the direction of the stairs, and quickly retracted: "Don't be so exaggerated, it's just that you're a little tired after playing for a long time, and your hands are fine."

"Let's lie to the ghost." Brother Ding said angrily: "Also, is there no physiotherapist in the team? You asked someone to press it for you, what should you do if it breaks? Besides, Jian Rong also practiced for a day. Ji wants to give you a massage... Anyone who doesn't know it will think that you are bullying the newcomer."

Lu Baiyuan raised his eyebrows. He didn't think about it that much, just watched the little boy hold onto his clothes... he agreed without hesitation.

He said: "Just say it, there is no shortage of this crime."

As soon as Lu Baiyuan entered the industry, he attracted much attention. Popularity skyrocketed, but also controversial.

When he won the S championship in the first year, the two major Korean teams were upset and were eliminated early, and the black fans gave him the title "King of Leaks"; when he won the MVP in the competition, the black fans called him the "Prince of Resource", playing jungler with F6 and three Wolf won't let the mid laner; he shoots commercials like other players, and fans say he relies on his face to eat and please female fans...

The list goes on and on.

One more charge of bullying a newcomer really doesn't have much impact.

Brother Ding was speechless for a while, and immediately took out his mobile phone and made an appointment with the physical therapist.

The next day, Jian Rong walked into the training room rubbing her eyes, and was stunned for a few seconds when she saw the person sitting next to her seat.

Lu Baiyuan lowered his head and played with his mobile phone, and after hearing the movement, he raised his head: "Morning."

Jian Rong stood there, holding milk and bread in her hands: "...morning."

"Put the bread back and bought you breakfast." Lu Baiyuan raised his chin and pointed to the plastic bag on Jianrong's table: "After training."

When Jian Rong put the bread and came back, Lu Baiyuan was still sitting beside him.

The porridge bought for breakfast is still hot.

Jian Rong took two quick sips: "I can eat and play, or you can go to the number first?"

Lu Baiyuan was playing Landlord: "What number?"

Jian Rong swallowed the porridge in her mouth and asked vaguely, "Isn't it double row?"

"No row. I don't practice today." Lu Baiyuan said, "I'll watch you play."

Jian Rong: "..."

Jian Rong has been an anchor for more than two years, and she can play games without changing her face under the gaze of hundreds of thousands of people.

There was only one person sitting next to him today, but it made him nervous, and every qualifying match felt like he was playing a professional game.

Just as he was pressing forward, trying to find a chance to solo the opponent's mid laner, the person beside him said leisurely, "Go back a little bit."

Jian Rong quickly calculated the damage: "I can kill."

As soon as he finished speaking, the enemy jungler excavator appeared behind him, and cooperated with his family to click to kill the snake girl who played Jian Rongwan.

Lu Baiyuan said lightly: "The opposite is UUG's midfielder. They have a habit of playing in the jungle. There is a high probability that they will be caught at level 7."

"...Oh." Jianrong pursed her lips and opened the mall to buy equipment: "I will pay attention in the future."

"Just pay attention to the ranking." Lu Baiyuan said in a natural tone: "I'm in the game, you can press it as you please."

Jian Rong bought the wrong equipment and silently withdrew and re-purchased: "Got it."

When the staff walked into the training room with more than a dozen packages, Jian Rong was still in the game, and when he heard the movement, he just glanced and looked away.

A few minutes later, several small packages were placed on his desk.

Jian Rong was playing in a group, and she didn't even look at it: "I gave it wrong, I didn't buy it online."

"No." The staff explained: "These are gifts from fans."

In recent years, e-sports players have received extremely high attention, and the number of fans of popular players even exceeds that of most celebrities. It is not uncommon to receive gifts from fans.

Jian Rong asked suspiciously, "Can we receive gifts?"

"Yes, but only a small amount of gifts can be received. We will confirm that they are not dangerous items before sending them." The staff looked at Lu Baiyuan: "Lu Shen, these are yours. Help you put them on the table?"

Jian Rong glanced at it.

He received three packages, Xiaobai and the others also had three or four on the table, and Lu Baiyuan...

Lu Baiyuan's gifts were placed on the ground, and there were at least a dozen at a glance.

Lu Baiyuan glanced at the package: "Didn't I say not to accept these?"

"Brother Ding said... These are all given by your big fans. It's inappropriate not to accept them." The staff coughed: "Don't worry, it's not expensive, just some handmade products."

After the staff left, Lu Baiyuan got up to unpack the package. Although he received the gift, his mood was obviously not high.

Jian Rong pushed the enemy base and couldn't help but glanced at Lu Baiyuan frequently.

Finding his sight, Xiao Bai explained in a low voice, "Someone sent something not very good to my brother before."

Jian Rong asked, "What's the bad thing?"

"Just... bugs, etc., just put them at the entrance of the base, and you won't know what they are until you dismantle them. It happened a long time ago." Xiaobai paused: "But after that, my brother will occasionally receive gifts, and his fans are very Be careful, often send messages to fans and so on. Until one time he received a new mobile phone, and the person who gave the gift was picked up by black fans. She was a little sister in high school, and bought it with her college tuition... scolded badly."

Jian Rong became angry: "What does this have to do with him? Why scold him?"

"Say he received a high-priced gift. In fact, my brother didn't use the phone at all, and I asked Brother Ding to return it, but he was playing a game at the time, and Brother Ding was too busy, so it was delayed for two days." Speechless: "Later, my brother worried that the little sister would not have time to sell her mobile phone and had no money to go to school, so she transferred her tuition fees."

"Xiao Bai." Lu Baiyuan suddenly called out.

Xiaobai: "Brother, I didn't say anything!"

"..." Lu Baiyuan frowned and said, "Borrow some scissors."

At the end of the game, Jian Rong turned her head and saw Lu Baiyuan standing with her back to herself, unpacking.

The first package is a hand-stitched ragdoll bear, wearing a small TTC uniform with the vague "Road" ID on it.

The handwork is average, and the little bear's face is a little crooked.

Lu Baiyuan held it and looked at it for a few seconds, then stretched out his fingers to try to straighten the little bear's nose, but to no avail, the man shrugged his shoulders with a sigh, and put the little bear on the shelf of the computer desk.

The second package was a mobile phone case. Jian Rong couldn't see the decoration on the case clearly, but only saw the word "husband".

Lu Baiyuan picked up his phone and hesitated for two seconds, then finally opened the cabinet and put the phone case inside.

The third package is a handmade scarf.

The fourth package is the handmade gloves...

Seeing that he had finished unpacking all the packages, Jian Rong retracted his head with confidence.

"Xiao Bai." Yuan Qian came over and said, "Take a photo for me. The fans gave me a scarf. I will make it as a souvenir. I can also post on Weibo in the future."

Jian Rong glanced at it, Yuan Qian's game ID was embroidered on the scarf, and the embroiderer was very nice.

Looking around, the price of the gifts everyone received is not high, but each one is very thoughtful, especially now that it is winter, almost everyone has a scarf.

Looking at the three packages in front of her, Jian Rong licked her lips, looking forward inexplicably.

He hadn't received a gift for a long time, and when he recalled it, he could only think of the admission ticket that Lu Baiyuan handed over.

Jian Rong took out the nail clippers from the drawer, and carefully opened the first package. As soon as she opened it, she saw the list of products placed by Taobao merchants—

"Buyer: Soft Daddy"

"Commodity: Insole heightening insole invisible silicone full pad artifact, comfortable and invisible without tiring feet x2

New Men's Fashion Heightening Insole Thickening x2

Easy and comfortable to be yourself men's height-increasing insole x2"

...

Xiaobai came up curiously: "Let me see what your fans gave you—"

boom.

Jane Rong closed the package heavily, and then pressed the opening tightly with her upper body!

Xiaobai was taken aback: "...I showed you all the gifts I received, why don't you share your gifts??"

Jian Rong: "It doesn't matter, go away."

noob:"……"

After driving Xiaobai away, Jian Rong pressed all the openings of the package, thinking it was not enough, and took out the transparent glue to pack it again.

After confirming the seal, Jian Rong took a sip of tea to meditate, and continued to remove one.

Inside the package were several rectangular boxes, and Jian Rong frowned and took it out—

"XXX Bubble Hair Color Cream 2020 Fashion Color White - Deep Purple."

Six boxes, six colors.

Jian Rong took several deep breaths and suffocated a whole cup of tea in one gulp.

The last package.

Jian Rong thought with a blank face, all these messes again... He will never accept gifts from fans in the future.

Maybe because he didn't have any hope at first, his eyes lit up instantly when he saw a long gray scarf in the box.

Jian Rong took out the scarf, put it in her hand and touched it carefully.

The texture is very good, and it is very comfortable to touch.

The colors are also nice...

"What is this..." Xiaobai reluctantly leaned forward: "Wow, this scarf is fine, it must be very warm, try it."

Jian Rong pursed the corners of her mouth, holding back her smile and said "Oh".

The scarf is too long and it is difficult to wear it while sitting. Wrapping the scarf around the back of his neck, Jian Rong lowered her head just as she wanted to lead the other end, but the person behind him took the lead in picking up the corner and handing it over to him.

Lu Baiyuan said, "It's not so warm."

Jian Rong nodded: "I know, I'll give it a try..."

"Hey, there seems to be a word on the right side of your scarf." Xiaobai suddenly said, "Is it an embroidered ID?"

Jian Rong pretended to be calm, picked it up and looked at it: "Maybe..."

Seeing the words on the scarf, Jian Rong's smile solidified on her face.

Other people's scarves are embroidered with ID, simple and compelling English letters.

Jian Rong also has an ID, but his is much longer than others—

【Owned by LPL No. 1 Spray Soft】

There is one more line below.

【If you don’t return it, you will be responsible for the consequences】

Jian Rong: "......"

Xiaobai thought that I can't laugh, laughing and I'm done, I'll have to die in the training room today, but the fuck still can't hold back: "Hahahahahahahahahaha-"

Jian Rong: "..."

Xiaobai: "Hahahahahahaha!!!"

Jian Rong's dirty words came to her lips, and she heard the people behind her laugh.

Lu Baiyuan's laughter was a little heavy, not as big as Xiaobai's.

After a long while, Jian Rong's head was lightly patted twice, as if to appease, Lu Baiyuan suppressed a smile: "It's not easy to embroider so many words... Keep it."