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date="2021-10-19"

title="Chapter 39:"

weight="141064"

series = ["My Ex-Boyfriend Became My Current Teammate"]

mode = "manual"

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In the evening, return to the base.

After tossing for a long time, should have started training together, but perhaps seeing that Yao Tong was in a bad mood, Li Zhongchen specially left room for the other party, and the training hall got on the plane by himself.

He feels good today, and he feels comfortable when he takes the head of the chicken to eat.

He was the only one left in the huge training room.

Li Zhongchen finished the last round, quit the game, and dazzled at the bottom right corner of the screen.

It's half past eleven.

Recently, the brothers of the first and second teams have reduced activities such as supper dinners. In order to maintain energy, they washed and fell asleep after training.

Li Zhongchen is also accustomed to such a daily life, but today, he is really reluctant to go to bed early—

Get the phone out.

Qiao Yan never sent another message to himself.

The other party must be so busy that day, the cemetery, the provincial first-class hospital, maybe they just settled back to the hotel to rest now.

Maybe if you send a message to the other party and simply ask the other person, that day will pass?

But Li Zhongchen didn't want to.

He wanted to dial the phone like a couple, and talk to Qiao Yan in the softest voice in endless gentleness.

He also wants to hear Qiao Yan's voice with his own ears through communication tools, even if it is a simple retelling of what happened today, it is also a touch of sweet relief in the heavy and boring life.

But he was hesitating, the phone screen changed from bright to dark, and it was about to go black.

Buzzing

Buzzing

The mobile phone adjusted to the silent mode displayed the invitation for the video call. It only vibrated slightly, but the name Qiao Yan appeared when the screen was suddenly bright.

Li Zhongchen was a little dizzy inexplicably, and his palms were sweaty with nervousness.

Then he leaned back heavily, the whole person sank into the gaming chair, and after he was mentally prepared, he accepted the invitation, and the picture suddenly changed to—

Qiao Yan, in his pajamas, made a vaguely sleepy voice: "Are you still in the training room so late?"

It's a bit late.

But what a coincidence, I just wanted to find you, but you took the initiative to send a pop-up window.

"Yes," Li Zhongchen swallowed, his left arm rested on the armrest of the seat at will, his right hand always kept a moderate distance, and he faced the screen and said to Qiao Yan, "Why don't you take a break."

Finish saying this.

There was a slight movement of thunder from outside the house.

This happened to Qiao Yan's topic: "Did it thunder just now? It looks like it's going to rain."

"It was only cloudy during the day, and there were no dark clouds," Li Zhongchen replied with hindsight, "How about you over there."

"The weather is not bad, it didn't rain." Qiao Yan said.

The topic is good.

Li Zhongchen could feel that Qiao Yan was in a very relaxed state at this moment.

And in the empty training warehouse, there is no one else but himself. Li Zhongchen was as unscrupulous as he was in the dormitory, thinking that no matter what he said, no one could hear him.

So when the slightly hoarse voice sounded, he blurted out completely as a joke: "Did you miss me?"

But Qiao Yan on the other side seemed to avert his eyes hastily because of his straightforwardness.

Li Zhongchen was not surprised.

When saw Qiao Yan's reaction with his own eyes, guess he would have been vague, and changed the topic to continue the conversation.

"Yeah." But who knows that the voice is extremely soft, like a kitten's.

"..." Li Zhongchen's breathing suddenly stopped. He almost thought he had hallucinations, but Qiao Yan didn't wait for him to react, and said again, "I bought Huang Baiju for Hans this year, knowing that people will usually visit him. , The tombstone is very clean and tidy, and I heard that you came by yourself last year."

Qiao Yan did not come back last year, and Li Zhongchen checked the flight information.

He knew that because of the club's affairs, Qiao Yang's visa had a problem, and it was impossible to return to China at that time.

"I visited him once for you last year and bought a bunch of flowers," Li Zhongchen's tone was a bit heavy in the quiet surroundings, "He is your best friend."

Speaking of Ni Hanzhou.

The atmosphere becomes deep and it is completely unavoidable.

But Qiao Yan smiled slightly, his face rarely fluctuated, and Li Zhongchen's whole body suddenly warmed up: "Tell me about you, how are you doing today?"

He deliberately talked about some pleasant topics.

Li Zhongchen felt that at this moment, the distance between Qiao Yan and himself seemed to have returned to when he was still together.

"Everything went well, I bought the haircut brother, Luo Yuji also signed a line to congratulate the third anniversary of the opening ceremony," Li Zhongchen's eyes were stained with a smile, and his heart softened, "but the final result is Yao Tong thinks too much. The person who wrote the letter was not Luo Yuji."

They always looked at each other.

Across the screen, but as if facing each other, the conversation turned into love words.

"That's okay, otherwise there might be some follow-up." Qiao Yi walked a few steps, got into bed, half-length leaning against the bedside mat of the hotel, showing that what Li Zhongchen saw was his most relaxed state. .

Li Zhongchen turned off the topic: "My apprentice did a routine, but your apprentice didn't tell him, but he killed him."

"Xiao Su?" Qiao Yan always felt that Zheng Xiaokui was very funny, "They are kids, they have similar interests and hobbies, and Su Ruiqi is not mature enough."

Chatting and chatting.

It was late at night, and each other was sleepy.

"I'm going to sleep, so I want to call and ask how you are today." Qiao Yan moved down and lay on his side on the bed.

Li Zhongchen knowingly asked: "When will you be back tomorrow?"

More than five hours of highway.

And Qiao Yan asked for a day and a half of leave, to be honest. Returning to the base at noon means getting up early in the morning to drive, and starting a day of training without a good rest.

"I can arrive at noon, but I guess I will have lunch outside before returning to the base."

Qiao Yang knew that he wanted to say a few more words to himself.

So even if it was too sleepy to hold up his eyelids, he suppressed his tiredness and asked softly, "What about you."

What about you, do you miss me.

Compared to Li Zhongchen's seemingly heartless temptation, Qiao Yan's words seemed too obscure.

No one said broken.

But let the deep meaning stretch arbitrarily.

Changing from the past incomprehensible customs, Li Zhongchen could not help but said: "Me too."

What fell along with the voice was the rain that fell suddenly outside.

Mixed with the thunder, the rain is not strong, crackling just slaps the windows, and a sense of loneliness fills the world.

Li Zhongchen comforted Qiao Yan: "Go to sleep when you are sleepy, good night, I'll wait for you to come back."

Accompanied by a rain, Li Zhongchen slept very deep this night.

In the early morning of the next day, Night Rain did not know when it had already stopped, and the air was still humid and cloudy.

He finished washing and had breakfast.

I opened the game before touching the machine, and estimated that it would be less than four hours before Qiao Yan came back.

He sent a message to the other party.

But guessing that driving the car, it is not convenient to return to myself, so I have not received a reply for a long time.

Just as the game loads.

Li Zhongchen was bored, opened a Weibo that he hadn’t posted for a long time, and flipped through it, but he didn’t expect to receive such a private message——

MW-Wing: Brother, there seems to be some misunderstanding between us.

Time shows that this private message comes from several days ago.

Li Zhongchen frowned deeply, angrily aroused a feeling of irritability, and had an unspeakable nausea about the delay in discovering this information.

His fingertips paused.

After thinking for a moment, it is inevitable to laugh, and reply to the other party: How do I feel that there is no misunderstanding.

I thought that after the news was sent, it was nothing more than a sinking in the ocean.

After all, it is not real-time communication. Maybe Yu Wen sees the reply in a few days. Who can say that.

But something that made his eyes widened happened.

In the upper frame of the private message interface, the other party's "inputting..." prompt was displayed, and only a few seconds passed.

MW-Wing: Open a custom server for two rounds?

……What's this? The next battle book?

The other teammates came around in twos and threes, Li Zhongchen remained silent, and the game interface already showed that it was time to enter the account password.

Li Zhongchen smiled lightly: "Come on then."

After all, he sent his ID to the other party.

Then closed the screen of the phone, put it on the corner of the table, took out a cigarette and started smoking, and finally landed on his team trumpet at a super fast speed.

Not those messy food IDs, but like [Winggg1] who knocked him down not long ago.

Anyone who encounters it will know that this is Li Zhongchen's ranking number. There is no prefix and no extra numbers. It is just a simple word: [Echo].

With the help of a custom server.

Under the conditions accepted by both parties, they will not be matched to become teammates, but they will inevitably enter the same game.

A game with the enemy just shot.

Li Zhongchen does not consider relying too much on passersby teammates, even if he is not clear about the situation opposite Yu Wen.

Landing.

A pit with sinister terrain but fertile resources.

The teammates heard his voice and were in a good mood to strike up a conversation with him, but Li Zhongchen obviously had no intention of getting involved in too many topics and completely regarded this game as a game game.

The first time touched Yu Wen was in the waterfall area in the second round of shrinking circles.

Brother Gou jumped up the steep cliff, proudly watching the enemy and us fighting on the road, and accurately recognized Wing carrying a sniper rifle. Then he jumped behind him with a few "bangs" with the sprayer, directly hitting Yu Wen on the ground.

Is he cool?

No, Li Zhongchen asked his teammates to withdraw first, a little distance away, leaving the enemy time to fight for resurrection.

Then, under the passive tracking skill of Brother Gou, he continued to touch the resurrection point, and sent Yu Wenyi Shuttle, who had just fallen into a box, to the west.

Repeatedly, the enemy is almost tossed to a nervous breakdown.

The passers-by teammates were so shocked that they couldn't speak.

Xin said that this is what bloody hatred is, it's too damn terror.

I'm afraid it is also due to the strong teammates matched in the opening game.

Li Zhongchen's bloodthirsty and violent style of play can be played to the fullest, not only not being dragged down, but also full of tacit understanding.

Played a few rounds in the morning.

Although it was caused by various factors in the later period, the circle was not friendly, and the terrain was inferior, Li Zhongchen was also beaten down by Yu Wen several times, but at least the opponent was completely suppressed by him on the whole.

The consciousness and skills of the first assaulter in the national service are impeccable.

What's more, the aggressive style of play that will kill when encountering an enemy constrains the undead stalker heroes. Unless the opponent has no flaws, they can only be chased and beaten desperately.

But the data is so, no hero is perfect.

——Hounds are like mad dogs that don't want to die. They bite when they look for it, and how they can escape.

Another round was over.

Yu Wen's private letter visited again.

MW-Wing: Sure enough, it is the style of God E. Just taking heads, the lives of teammates can be completely ignored. [Cover his mouth and laugh]

Just Li Zhongchen's violent temper.

Seeing such a weird passage, can he not blow it up? !

——It can be bombed and bombed, it is completely impossible to show it in front of Yu Wen.

SVG-Echo: I don’t think it’s bad to be a god. Without an old partner, it’s just like a trash, let’s hang on [cute][玫瑰]

MW-Wing: Oh? Then I am really looking forward to it. I hope E God can maintain this style of play in the national competition. Congratulations in advance to the SVG team for successfully squeezing into the top five of the national server. Isn't it right? I am afraid that the top ten is a little bit hanging despite the team battle?

Murderous private messaging interface.

Between you and me, Li Zhongchen's knuckles rattled with anger, but he answered the conversation without annoyance.

SVG-Echo: Less fucking yin and yang, get out

MW-Wing: Can't it be installed? I am a year older than you, so tender, I thought you were more than ten years older, you sb smelly brother [呲牙]

SVG-Echo:? Caibi started to spray manure again

Li Zhongchen felt that the thief was boring.

He retired after a few years, and he was the first time he had verbally spoofed with someone in private.

MW-Wing: Echo, I have always admired you, but now I feel sorry for you

This is without warning.

Li Zhongchen looked and laughed directly, one after another, people were sitting around him, and many people could hear his laughter.

SVG-Echo: Pity I won the popularity award that you can't get, or pity me playing better than you?

MW-Wing: Oh, I’m serious, don’t sway me

MW-Wing: Do you say that you are not pitiful, you are so fooled, and you are willing to stand up for others, and the script for the miserable male partner is not enough to make you love?

MW-Wing: Hey, but if it weren’t for me, you didn’t even notice it at all. Hahahahahahahahahahahaha

"..." Li Zhongchen was disgusted by these few lines.

What does Yu Wen mean? What made him fooled? Li Zhongchen felt a little cold inexplicably, and even got goose bumps, and quickly put on the coat hung on the back of the chair.

MW-Wing: What's wrong, don't want to face it? Otherwise, I don’t want to say it, it hurts the heart of the first assaulter in the national service, but it’s not very good.

SVG-Echo: Fuck your mother, I think you can tell what it is

MW-Wing: Let me send you a screenshot

MW-Wing: [Chat screenshot.jpg]

MW-Wing: Take a deep breath first, then click to take a look, don’t cry, brother

"?"what.

Li Zhongchen didn't believe his exaggerated tone, so he clicked on the picture in seconds, and scanned a few lines dazzlingly.

——But it turned out that he was unsuccessful, as if he was hit hard, his breathing was depressed and hurried, just because the chat content on the picture made him unacceptable.

[Brother Qin, how about seeing you at 11:30 tomorrow noon? I should be able to arrive earlier. 】

[Okay, that's it. 】

[Jiuqu Hongmei didn't buy a good one, I only brought you some Jiande tea. 】

"……"What's this? The chat history between Qiao Yan and the boss of MW club Qin?

The time on the screenshot is 23:28. If it were last night, wouldn't it be that after talking with the surnamed Qin, he just turned around and found himself?

At the top of the remarks is: Xiao Qiao.

And the familiar black cat portrait and the usual tone were too real to be true, indicating that the other party was clearly Qiao Yan.

Li Zhongchen's face froze, feeling quite ridiculous.

He was so embarrassed that he kept asking questions in his heart, why are you still in touch with the surname Qin? only took a day and a half off. Where did you come to see him, and why on earth did you want to see him?

Forced speculation is not impossible, but it is groundless.

At least there is one thing that can't be faked, that is, Qiao Yan must have gone to see Ni Hanzhou, this is the bottom line that it is impossible to fake.

Li Zhongchen's eyes were so gloomy as the weather outside.

He quit the chat screenshot sent by Yu Wen and returned to the private message interface, only to see that the other party had just sent another line of text.

MW-Wing: It's 11:04, and a screenshot of the address chat is also posted. Maybe it's time to see it in person?

A few seconds passed.

MW-Wing: Ah, it's 11:06 now, time flies so fast!

Li Zhongchen was so angry that he wanted to smash the phone.

Twenty minutes later.

Li Zhongchen, who was driving the car, had a pale face. While waiting for the red light to turn to green, he slid his mobile phone irritably more than once to check whether Qiao Yan had replied to him.

[I should get off the highway now, are you separated from Ni Naru? 】

[I am a little worried about you if I don’t reply. 】

[Baby, give me a message? 】

But the other party is like blocking oneself.

In the message bar after a period of time, the sending time box was displayed in the middle, which seemed to be mocking Li Zhongchen.

——Fucking a yellow light at the last intersection.

"Fuck!" Li Zhongchen was on fire and hit the steering wheel with a fist. The sound of the horn was particularly harsh.

When he raised his eyes again, he inadvertently caught a glimpse of the two people on the opposite road.

Li Zhongchen's fingertips immediately chilled, his chest pained sharply, and a hint of desperate sarcasm appeared in his eyes.

It was Qiao Yan, wearing a knee-length black trench coat, with an elegant temperament, holding a coffee cup in his hand, as if a model photographing a magazine nearby, while resting, passing by this prosperous commercial area.

And beside him, the owner of MW club Qin is surprisingly.

The author has something to say: Thank you for the little angel who filled the nutrient solution [Mrs. Xu Jiufentian]x19 [Parostine]x2 Do you love you?

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