On the match day, Shanghai cooled down. Thinking that there was heating in the car and that the stadium was also warm, Jian Rong put on a team jacket and went downstairs, and finally was blasted up by Brother Ding and put on a down jacket again.

Before going out, Jian Rong hesitated for a long time, but she also tore off the scarf hanging on the wall alone.

"You really use this scarf?" Xiaobai asked with wide-eyed eyes as soon as he got into the car.

Lu Baiyuan raised his eyes. Jian Rong was wearing a white down jacket with the gray scarf wrapped around his neck. He wrapped it so casually that his entire mouth was covered by the scarf, and his face looked smaller.

"I'm wearing it upside down, so I can't see it." It was too cold outside, and Jian Rong spit out a mouthful of white mist when she spoke: "Anyway, take it off when you reach the arena."

Xiaobai said "oh" and looked at Lu Baiyuan: "Brother. Why didn't you wear the scarf from the fans? I see that the scarves you received are exquisitely handcrafted, with a small team logo embroidered on one of them. , very beautiful."

Lu Baiyuan looked down at the phone: "Too much, don't wear it."

Xiaobai didn't understand, and wanted to ask again, but Yuan Qian next to him helped to answer: "I received so many scarves and wore them as a gift from a fan, so other fans who sent scarves would have opinions. It's safest not to wear them at all. already."

Jane Rong stared down at her scarf, thinking that if I receive more than one, I will use this ugly thing to cushion the legs of the chair.

Think so, anyway, it is now hanging on the neck. Apart from embroidering some unfilial words, this scarf is still very warm.

There are two games a day in the regular season. Today is their second game, starting at seven o'clock, playing a team that has just risen from the development league. The first game is squid vs. MFG.

The schedule met the squid team twice in a row for one day, and Ding Ge suspected that the game was deliberately messing with himself.

"Jianrong." Before getting off the bus, Brother Ding whispered: "Squid is in the lounge next door to us. If you see him, you can treat him as air."

Jian Rong buried her mouth in the scarf: "Well."

But when they got there, the first game had already started.

When they turned on the live TV, they saw Kong Kong cooperate with the jungler to play a wave of bot lanes, four packs and two, and Tofu was simply taken away by Kong Kong with a big move.

"Tofu is better than last week." Pine concluded quietly.

"I think he's just average, mainly because he looks okay, there are many female fans, and fans always like to talk about the first AD of the rookie. If you talk too much, everyone will believe it." Yuan Qian supported his head and said: " His position is too bad, and every step of this wave can accurately reach the enemy's attack range, which is also a kind of skill..."

"That's right, the fart rookie AD, can you compare to my P-Bao?" Xiaobai reached out and took Pine's shoulders: "My P-Bao is taller than him, looks better than him, and plays better than him!"

Pine: "Don't hold me."

Having said that, he didn't break free. Xiaobai pointed to Jian Rong sitting next to him with his chin: "And he was killed by Jian Rong last week, so he probably hasn't recovered yet."

Jian Rong took off her scarf jacket and lowered her head to fasten the zipper of her team jacket: "Cooking is his own business, it has nothing to do with me."

Good guy, one is more crazy than the other. Because there was no one else except his own photographer, Ding Ge simply locked the door of the training room first.

Turning to see Lu Baiyuan has been looking down at the phone, which is obviously a Weibo interface, Brother Ding raised his eyebrows: "The game is about to play, why are you still playing with your phone?"

Lu Baiyuan didn't lift his head, his voice was light: "XIU sent me a new interview with HT's mid laner."

Everyone else was startled.

As the No. 1 team in the Korean division, HT's player strength is unquestionable, and the new bot lane combination is also a strong player directly promoted from the second team. Among them, it is recognized that the strongest player is their mid laner Master, who has a deep hero pool, can play in the early and late stages, and has almost no shortcomings.

In the past two years of competition, HT's mid-laning match has not been broken by anyone. Kan's solo kill in the regular season is already familiar.

"What did he say?" Xiaobai sat up straight and asked.

Lu Baiyuan said: "It's too long, see for yourself."

Jian Rong couldn't help but took out her mobile phone, and as soon as she opened her Weibo account, she swiped the subtitle version on the homepage.

The previous interview was okay, just some game problems. Until the second half, the reporter asked him which team impressed him the most in this S game.

The Master thought about it for a long time. In this kind of question, a long silence is also an alternative mockery. After a long time, he said it was the M7 team in the European division.

The host raised his eyebrows in surprise and asked: This time you played against LPL teams in the semi-finals and finals. Shouldn't you be more impressed by the LPL teams?

The Master nodded and said, I play the LPL team like I play the LCK team, so there is no special feeling.

The host asked: How can there be such an idea?

Master smiled and said, "Sorry, maybe because there are three players eliminated from the LCK in their strong team, all of them are Koreans, so I feel like I'm playing against a team in my own region.

"Grass……"

Xiaobai didn't know where he saw it, so he couldn't help but cursed.

Jian Rong wore one earphone and looked back coldly.

The host asked: Yes, although the LPL division has developed very well in recent years, it has indeed introduced a lot of Chinese players. So what about the TTC team? They are currently an all-China team.

Master answered quickly: not very good. They relied on Road, but Road has not been up lately. In the semi-finals, the substitutes came on, and it was very boring.

Seeing this, Jian Rong turned off her phone and threw it on the sofa.

"Grass." Xiaobai burst out the second swear words: "Who said that he can't do it? He can't do it. What is mad?"

Cursing is cursing, but there is no confidence in the words. Because Kan was indeed beaten by him, they were affected by various factors in that semi-final, no one played well, and in the end they were even abused by HT.

Jian Rong couldn't help but look at Lu Baiyuan.

Lu Baiyuan had finished watching this video, his face was as usual, and he lowered his eyes to reply to the news.

[PUD, XIU: Our mid laner was called "the player eliminated from the LCK" by him, and he has been frying in the platinum rank for an afternoon with red eyes. 】

[R: Then his ability to bear needs to be practiced. 】

[PUD, XIU: ? 】

[PUD, XIU: Mmmm, your new mid laners have a good tolerance. If the Master is sarcastic about Soft, I guess he will book a ticket to Korea on the same day. 】

Jian Rong was staring at Lu Baiyuan's profile in a trance, when the other party suddenly turned his face and looked at him.

"..." When peeping was caught, Jian Rong immediately wanted to pretend to be a coincidence and looked away.

"Have you played games with Master?" Lu Baiyuan asked suddenly.

Jian Rong paused, turned her head back, and said honestly, "I met Hanbok a year ago, and I didn't win."

Lu Baiyuan nodded lightly and wanted to say something.

"I was single-killed once, but it's not a big problem." Jian Rong continued, "I won't be able to do it next time. Next time, I will try not to be single-killed, and next time I will try to kill him alone."

As soon as he finished speaking, Xiaobai's other hand immediately put his other hand on his shoulder: "It's awesome! I believe in you! You can absolutely!"

"Of course I can." Jian Rong said, "Put your hand down."

Lu Baiyuan looked at him quietly for a few seconds, and the emotion in his eyes could not be understood very well.

Do you think that you were single-killed by the Master?

He should have said it a bit more arrogantly just now, and next time he will try to kill the Master by himself.

He was about to make amends, but Lu Baiyuan had already withdrawn his gaze, and discussed with Brother Ding about the BAN position in the game for a while.

Not long after, MFG 2:0 won the squid team, and the staff knocked on the door to remind them to get ready to play.

Jian Rong walked out of the lounge and met the squid team that was about to leave.

Tofu was looking at his phone with a gloomy face. He didn't plug in his earphones and let his voice come out. As soon as he heard it, he knew he was watching the interview with the Master.

Halfway through, Tofu unabashedly scolded the person on the screen: "Stupid..."

Brother Ding thought to himself that this was too unfortunate. He quickly stood to the left of Jian Rong, trying to block any communication between the two.

When passing by, Jian Rong glanced at Tofu lightly.

This glance was caught by Tofu. Seeing that Lu Baiyuan had walked a certain distance, Tofu stopped immediately and asked angrily, "What are you looking at??"

Brother Ding: "He..."

"No." Jian Rong said succinctly: "It's just an accident, you occasionally say something human."

Tofu:"…………"-

In the second regular season, TTC won 2:0 without any suspense.

The MVP was given to Lu Baiyuan, and Tang Qin was still in charge of the interview.

Tang Qin was wearing a long white sleeveless dress today, and Jian Rong felt cold when she looked at her arms.

"Sister Tang Qin is really good, tall and thin." Xiaobai said, leaning on the sofa, holding his peripheral bag.

Pine said while playing the mobile phone, "You can be like her if you don't eat for a week."

"Play with your phone!"

Jane Rong propped her chin and quietly watched the interview on the TV.

Some people are good-looking in reality, but ugly in the mirror. Lu Baiyuan looks good both in person and on camera.

He stands casually, with straight shoulders and neck, and changing a suit can even be used as a red carpet interview scene.

Tang Qin's smile was gentle and gentle. She was originally separated from Lu Baiyuan by one person, and as she talked, she gradually got closer.

Jian Rong frowned.

Can the interview be so close? Isn't it too crowded to stand?

Just thinking about it, he saw Lu Baiyuan answering a question with a light smile, and moved to the right side without showing any trace.

After Yuan Qian replied to his girlfriend's news, he raised his head and sighed, "I don't know if the captain's handsomeness can be divided into half of me."

"You already have girlfriends, you'll be fine regardless." Xiaobai paused for two seconds: "Tsk, don't you think my brother and sister Tang Qin are a good match? It's like a wedding scene..."

"I don't think so." Jian Rong Liangliang interrupted: "Not a good match."

Xiaobai was startled, then nodded understandingly: "Oh, you are my brother's fan, it's normal to have high demands on his spouse. Not worthy or not, no one in the world is worthy of my brother."

Jian Rong: "..."

Jian Rong was too lazy to pay attention to him.

When Lu Baiyuan returned to the lounge, everyone packed up and left through the back door.

The car was parked at the door, and Jian Rong didn't bother to put the cold protection equipment back, so she simply stuffed the scarf into her backpack and walked out with her jacket in her hand.

Because it was the second game, the fans didn't know when they would be there, so when they came there was no one at the back door, but when they left, there were many fans waiting at the back door.

It was the first time that Jian Rong left the stage surrounded by fans.

The fans were very loud, and they were almost shouting Lu Baiyuan's name all the way.

Jian Rong walked very fast, just about to get into the car.

"Soft—" A male voice came from beside him: "Why don't you wear the scarf I gave you!!!!"

Jian Rong: "..."

He took a step and turned to look to the side.

It was a man wearing a black down jacket and a black mask. He looked young, and his exposed eyes were pretty good.

But that's not the point.

Jian Rong turned around and walked over without any hesitation.

Standing still amid the screams, Jian Rong squinted: "The scarf you gave?"

Man: "Yes, I knitted it myself."

"Weaving... so much time can't be used to play games?" Jian Rong looked at him suspiciously, and couldn't help confirming it again: "What characters are embroidered on it?"

"LPL No. 1 troll—"

"Understood." Jian Rong interrupted him with a frown, and asked inexplicably, "Why did your big man give me a scarf? Isn't the meat numb?"

The man was startled, then said naturally, "Because I like you."

"Just watch the live broadcast of the game if you like, don't give them away." Jian Rong said.

"No." The man smiled: "I like to knit a scarf for you."

Bend around. Jian Rong couldn't understand, and when he saw the team members got into the car, he frowned: "Speak human words."

The man thought for a while: "The kind of like that wants to communicate with you in depth."

"Go deep-" Jian Rong was stunned, thinking she had heard it wrong: "...what? Say it again??"

There was already a security guard, and the man hurriedly said, "Little idiot, add a WeChat to me?"

Jian Rong was still digesting his words when the peripheral bag she was carrying was dragged from behind.

Jian Rong subconsciously took a step back and bumped her left shoulder against the person behind her.

"Get in the car." Lu Baiyuan's voice was warm.

Jian Rong returned to her senses after two seconds and nodded, "Oh."

"Wait," the male fan stopped him again: "Add a WeChat."

Lu Baiyuan still grabbed Jianrong's bag and glanced at the man lightly: "He doesn't add it."

The man: "Lu Shen, what you said doesn't count..."

"Who has the final say on what he said?" Jian Rong recovered, and quickly regained her expression before asking, "You?"

The person: "..."

When got in the car, there were only two connected seats left in the back row, and the others were filled with stuff.

Jian Rong sat shoulder to shoulder with Lu Baiyuan, and he had been looking out the window since the car started.

"When I go back this time, I can practice Tsar."

After a long while without a response, Lu Baiyuan turned his head: "Jane Rong."

Jian Rong turned her head slowly: "Ah."

Lu Baiyuan looked down at him for two seconds: "What are you thinking?"

"I was thinking," Jian Rong said blankly, "was that person a man just now?"

Lu Baiyuan: "Well."

Jian Rong: "I'm also a man."

Lu Baiyuan: "Well."

"Is he mocking me?" Jian Rong hesitated for a moment and asked uncertainly, "Taunting me like a woman?"

Lu Baiyuan stared at him for two seconds, then turned his head and smiled.

Jian Rong waited for him to finish laughing before looking back, the street lights kept hitting Lu Baiyuan's face, covering the man's handsome features with a blur of light and shadow, and there was a shadow of Jian Rong in the lowered eyes.

"...Although it's too early to teach you this." Lu Baiyuan lowered his voice, and every word hit Jianrong's ear like a small hammer: "Jianrong, if they like each other, men and men can also fall in love. "