Jian Rong guiltily touched her ear, which was hot.

The excuse "hot" is used too many times. Jian Rong stalked her neck and said, "I was made AD angry by this dish. I have never seen such a dish... I couldn't control it at once."

Lu Baiyuan just saw the game ID of AD in the team, he asked quietly: "Didn't you see it in the game?"

"..." Jian Rong paused: "I can't accept that he is in my team this time."

【Grass hahahahaha】

[I thought Road wanted the fools to stop cursing, but I didn't expect Road's mouth to be fucking mocking. 】

[Recently, Xiaobai and Brother Qian also liked their teammates in the live broadcast. 】

[Don't talk about Xiaobai and the others, have you ever seen Pine curse people? People who can't speak a few words during a live broadcast usually have learned to type Yin Yang teammates. 】

[Damn, a mouse feces ruined a pot of soup! 】

[So what... I just took a look at Tofu's live broadcast room, he always wanted to talk to the little idiot, but unfortunately he didn't know that he had been blocked long ago. 】

【What are you talking about after the show is over? What, want to piss off the little idiot and scourge the little idiot's wallet? 】

[Actually, Tofu played very seriously, and there was almost no interaction with the audience in this game. 】

[Tofu fans came here to wash? Team Squid has lost its eighth game in a row. If you have time, go to Weibo to wash it. 】

Jian Rong didn't make many mistakes in this game. Brother Ding often said that this was one of his advantages. He is rarely affected by other factors when playing games, and his operation is still smooth no matter how sleepy he is.

Although the enemy's bot lane was fat to death in this round, Jian Rong still single-handedly killed the opposing mid laner twice, her equipment leaped rapidly, and she won a team battle with one drag and four, giving her teammates a chance to breathe.

At this time, the teammates spoke again——

[YY-Tofu: If I said I didn't mean to send you a letter? 】

That's even scarier. If this is the real operation of an active LPL player, any team from any other division can't help but applaud when they see it.

Jian Rong didn't respond, and took time to put the tofu back on the blocked list.

The game ended after 40 minutes, and Jian Rong won the MVP with a rating of 13.8, leading the team to victory.

Tofu's friend request popped up. Jian Rong didn't know what the idiot was doing in the middle of the night, so he quit the game without even clicking on the rejection, and then ignored the audience's retention and turned off the live broadcast, shut down, and finished in one go.

"I'm fine..." Jian Rong tugged her hair, picked up her phone, stood up and turned around - and found that Lu Baiyuan was still not moving behind him.

The distance between them can't fit into one person.

Only then did he see clearly that there was a sleep mark in the corner of Lu Baiyuan's eyes, and the hair on the back of his head was also a little messy.

Lu Baiyuan looked down at him and reminded: "The earphones haven't been taken off yet."

Jian Rong closed her eyes and scolded herself for being an idiot in her heart. Then, she pulled out her earphones and put it on the table, pretending to be very natural and asking, "Why did you wake up?"

"I didn't fall asleep." Lu Baiyuan looked at Jianrong's eyelashes, and asked again after a few seconds, "What are you angry about tonight?"

Jian Rong was stunned for a moment, but she deserved it quickly: "I'm not angry."

Lu Baiyuan didn't believe a word. From the beginning of Jian Rong's broadcast until he fell asleep, the corner of Jian Rong's mouth never lifted up from the beginning to the end.

Lu Baiyuan continued to ask: "Because it was imitated?"

Jian Rong wanted to say "no", but when she opened her mouth, she said, "A little bit."

Jian Rong paused, opened her eyes and said nonsense: "That person is very similar to me, I don't have time to live broadcast recently, he will broadcast for a while, and the group of water friends who have no filial piety in my live broadcast room may have gone to see him. …”

"It's not like." Lu Baiyuan interrupted him lazily: "It's far from you, your fans can't run away."

"It's not good." Jian Rong couldn't hide her words very well. After a few words, she couldn't help but mutter: "Didn't you also go to his live broadcast room?"

She didn't get a reply for a long time, and after reviewing what she said a few seconds ago, Jian Rong cursed in her heart: "...I'll just say it casually."

Lu Baiyuan smiled.

"My question." His voice was still a little hoarse, and he said solemnly: "I originally wanted to go to XIU's live broadcast room to buy a few gifts, he has a two-day birthday... Then on the homepage, Xiaobai mentioned someone who imitated you. , just clicked in."

Lu Baiyuan paused and said: "You are not happy, I will not enter other live broadcast rooms in the future."

Realizing that Lu Baiyuan was explaining, Jian Rong was slightly startled, and her Adam's apple rolled back and forth twice.

Do captains of other teams also take care of the players' moods like this? ?

Jian Rong held back the phrase "I'm not happy that you don't go in the future", and said hypocritically, "I didn't mean that..."

Lu Baiyuan hummed and told him, "You can try to have this meaning."

Before Jian Rong came back to his senses, Lu Baiyuan took a step back and made room for Jian Rong: "Okay, go to rest, you have to wake up before lunch tomorrow."

Jian Rong went back to the room and covered her head with the quilt until she was deprived of oxygen.

He gave up struggling to lift the quilt, and the words "You can try to have this meaning" were all in his head.

Jian Rong took a deep breath, remembering the dense training tomorrow, and decided to check her phone to find sleepiness.

Today's software is terrifyingly smart. Jian Rong just opened the short video app, and it pushed a bunch of video types that he usually likes to watch.

The first video is a clip of Lu Baiyuan's interview, the host is Tang Qin, and below the video is written #esports circlejintongyunu#.

Jian Rong's face darkened involuntarily, she just wanted to swipe it, but after thinking about it, she pulled it back again, opened the comment area, and secretly liked the first hot comment "Not worthy at all, thank you".

The second video is of Lu Baiyuan's exit from the semifinals of last year's World Championship. With drooping eyebrows and no emotion on his face, the man silently followed his teammates to the backstage—and never came back on stage.

When Jian Rong watched the live broadcast, she obviously didn't feel anything, she just felt regret and sigh.

Now look again...

Why didn't he beat Kan in the pantry? ?

Jian Rong gritted her teeth and swiped down, brushing to the scene where Lu Baiyuan carried him into the backstage.

To draw again, it is a clip of Lu Baiyuan's regular season - specifically to cut Lu Baiyuan's Gank in the middle, or to help Jian Rong get the shot of Lan Shi.

Of the ten videos, eight are TTC-related, six of which are Lu Baiyuan.

After reading the video of Lu Baiyuan pulling down her mask and laughing while chatting with Yuan Qian, Jian Rong watched it several times, and finally made up her mind to turn off her phone and bury her face in the pillow to force her to fall asleep-

At noon the next day, the base was filled with the smell of food, and the team members were sitting in the living room waiting for dinner.

Yuan Qian tilted his head back and yawned his eighth yawn of the day: "No, no, I can't sit anymore, I'll fall asleep if I sit again."

Pine asked, "You didn't go upstairs very early yesterday."

"Yeah. Then I called my wife until three o'clock..."

While talking, their mid laner came downstairs.

Jian Rong was wearing a white sweater and gray trousers. She walked briskly, looked relaxed, and was in a terrible spirit.

Just as he walked to the sofa, Lu Baiyuan, who had been playing mahjong with his head down, suddenly moved to the side to make room for him.

Jian Rong gave up the small sofa that she liked to sit on on weekdays, rubbed her face, and sat beside Lu Baiyuan.

Yuan Qian stood up and twisted his waist from side to side: "It's really not good to be old, I have to do a cupping."

"That scorer." Xiaobai looked at their Nakano with great interest: "Look at my brother who went to the training room at 2:30 last night for rounds, isn't he still in good spirits?"

Jian Rong: "..."

Lu Baiyuan's expression didn't change, and there was a beautiful stroke in the mobile app.

Yuan Qian asked in a daze: "What is the room round? Whose room is it to be checked?"

"Our mid laner." Xiaobai leaned against Pine shoulder to shoulder, pressing himself on Pine: "I woke up this morning and the Weibo homepage was full of them. At two o'clock in the middle of the night, the TTC captain personally checked the team's newcomers. Fang, urged the newcomer to go to bed, and the fans also @ me and asked me if I had this treatment."

"Don't talk about ward rounds." Xiaobai pretended to sniff his nose: "I thought about it carefully, my brother didn't even tell me 'go to bed early'."

Lu Baiyuan stated the truth: "When did you sleep earlier than me?"

Xiaobai said: "It has nothing to do with sleep or not! It's mainly about the mind!"

Lu Baiyuan nodded: "Then you go to bed early tonight."

"...Okay, brother." Xiaobai propped his head up and suddenly remembered something: "By the way, brother, have you ever browsed your Weibo chat with Jian Rong?"

Jian Rong just unscrewed the mineral water and took a sip, she almost choked on hearing this.

"No." Lu Baiyuan asked, "Me and Jian Rong?"

Xiaobai said: "Yeah, it's been a long time ago, and the attention has increased so fast, so Jianrong's Weibo has been gaining followers very fast recently..."

"I don't need to increase fans." Jian Rong interrupted stubbornly.

Xiaobai said: "Don't give it to me, I'm still 30,000 fans away from 2 million fans."

Jian Rong said coldly, "Take it."

What the aunt heard when she came out with the dishes was this childish conversation.

She smiled: "you can come over for dinner."

As soon as Jian Rong got up, she heard a crisp doorbell, not an electronic doorbell, but the doorbell of the house.

The base has two doors, a large iron door outside and a house door. Anyone who can enter the iron gate should know the door code.

"I'll go." Jian Rong said.

"Wait..." Yuan Qian wanted to stop him, but he moved too fast, so he had to say, "Look at the cat's eye before opening it."

Jian Rong glanced through the cat's eyes.

There was a slightly fat man standing outside, looking in his thirties or forties, dressed up... a little hard to describe.

He has a large bald head, a large gold chain, black sunglasses with Buddha strings, a jade jacket, and a cigarette in his mouth.

The big gold chain is astonishingly thick, with an amulet in front of it, the same style worn by the cannon fodder black bosses in the Young and Dangerous films that Jian Rong watched many years ago.

He doesn't look like a good person.

Jian Rong's eyes narrowed, seeing that the other party was holding a slap-sized clutch in his hand, he clenched the mineral water bottle in his hand and opened the door.

"Who are you?" Jian Rong asked coldly, blocking the gap between the door.

The man was about to speak, but he was startled by his question. After a few seconds, he exhaled a breath of smoke, nodded and said, "Very energetic, what about Road and them?"

"Is something wrong?" Jian Rong frowned: "How did you enter the iron gate?"

Middle-aged man: "..."

He touched his little bald head, and said with a smile on his hips: "How did you say I got in?"

"Crawled in?" Jian Rong paused and glanced at the man's belly: "...It doesn't look like it."

Middle-aged man: "?"

"What's the matter? Don't say I called the security guard."

"What else can I do, I'll come and see you, you open the door and let me go in and say..."

"A fan, right?" Jian Rong nodded: "Thank you for your support, but your behavior of chasing to the base has crossed the line, hurry up."

"I'm not a fan, I'm your gold master father."

Jian Rong understood and nodded: "From the live broadcast room? Then you can't catch up to the base, go out."

"..." The man held a cigarette and lowered his head to open his clutch.

A mineral water bottle snapped at the man.

Jian Rong vigilantly said: "What are you doing? What do you want to pay? You..."

Before he could finish speaking, his hand was pressed back.

Lu Baiyuan stopped him by the shoulders and led him back. When he saw the person outside the door, he raised his eyebrows and asked, "Why did you come here?"

There was a bit of obvious respect in the cold tone, which made Jian Rong slightly stunned.

"I just returned to Shanghai in the past few days, and I wanted to come and see you, but I forgot the password for this door." The man touched his bald head again and laughed angrily: "It turned out to be blocked outside the door, Don't listen to anything, you're going to drive me away..."

"He just came, he hasn't seen you." Lu Baiyuan raised his hand and patted Jian Rong's head, and said, "This is the owner of our club."

Jian Rong: "..."

Lu Baiyuan said: "Call the boss."

Jian Rong silently stuffed the mineral water into her trouser pocket: "Hello boss, your necklace is so beautiful."