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46.Chapter 46
Yu Wen's private message may seem oblique, but in fact there is only one point.
His purpose was really not to anger Li Zhongchen's emotions, but to point out that Cui Hanbin had a complicated relationship, and the other party was clearly prepared.
"What does he mean? He actually knew what happened in Busan?" Yao Tong's frowned brow revealed an aura of anger, and his face was very bad.
Li Zhongchen lit up the smoke and remained silent for a long time.
He passed the cigarette slowly, and slowly exhaled the smoke. It seemed very difficult to digest the information, until Li Zhongchen spoke suddenly when he tapped the cigarette lightly on the ashtray.
"At the beginning, Qiao Yan could know about that. Now it is not surprising that someone tells Yu Wen," Li Zhongchen paused for a few seconds, "but I'm quite curious that Yu Wen will take the initiative to notify me."
He is like talking halfway through.
And the remaining sentence that is missing, it feels like: so that I can be psychologically prepared.
"...How long has it been since, let's talk about having a fart relationship with us," Yao Tong was emotionally unstable. "Co-author Quan Haoyu was jailed and we were to blame?"
Quan Haoyu.
In the past two days, Li Zhongchen heard this name mentioned more than once.
The Korean-Chinese mixed-race professional player is positioned the same as Luo Yuji, taking the route of violent nanny.
As a former teammate of AC Attic's active assault striker Cui Hanbin, he was offered to the altar in Hanbok shortly after his debut. However, his later performance was extremely unstable, and he had to commit crimes. He vividly interpreted the saying that a good hand was played sparsely.
The point is that Quan Haoyu is affected by the family environment. He speaks Chinese without any accent, and there is no obstacle to communication, otherwise they would not be able to catch up at the beginning.
Yao Tong was angrily: "If we knew that we would be entangled by him when we went to the wine bureau, we had nothing to do to drink those shochu? If you don't drink it, you won't die, and it's damn bad for a thief to drink."
But his words are very ambiguous.
In the final analysis, the only object entangled is Li Zhongchen.
"...Forget it, it's all over, Qiao Yang didn't misunderstand anything back then," Li Zhongchen seemed unwilling to hear this statement, "I didn't expect that so many things could happen in just a few days. Berlin suffered for several years. In a tornado, the flight could not take off, causing Qiao Yan and the others in MW to be trapped for several days."
——When Qiao Yan and Quan Haoyu appeared on the same topic.
Li Zhongchen half-squinted his eyes, and a word suddenly appeared in his mind.
As the saying goes, long-distance relationships are always prone to big problems. At that time, Li Zhongchen was almost forced to despair, just because Qiao Yang really mistakenly thought he had cheated.
As an insider, Yao Tong thought of the moles of tears in the same position, but Li Zhongchen's tone was flat and there was no special emotion, and it was inevitable that he was a little uncomfortable.
"The misunderstanding was very serious, and the injury on your hand..."
But these words are undoubtedly revealing the scars laid by the old things, for fear that it will not be bloody enough.
Li Zhongchen couldn't help but interrupted: "Leave this alone, I have to tell you something about Qiao Yan suddenly turning my face with me last night."
"Little Joe turned his face with you? Why?" Yao Tong was confused.
Yao Tong returned late last night. He didn't expect that he had missed the big event. He also wondered if Brother Zhong was the overlord who made his bow hard and angered Qiao Yan.
Li Zhongchen was so bored: "You ask me who I will ask? I really don't understand him. I still stuck to you in the last minute. I can't wait to let you go away in the next minute. I don't want to say something and solve it. I can know him. What are you thinking about?"
Yao Tong asked him to calm down: "No, it must be because this is my life creed, so do you think about your own problems?"
"After a few games with Xu Hang, I only have to play with AC. I really can't think of any problems with me," Li Zhongchen said helplessly after taking a puff of smoke. In this way, Yao Tong, you should know better than anyone who is not in the state."
He said nothing wrong.
Today's mistakes are too outrageous, it's just that Echo, as the assault on the front of the battlefield assaulter, will be magnified and highlighted no matter what he does.
Others either don't understand, or see through but can't believe it.
The former is easy to say, while the latter is the coach and Yao Tong who have been able to understand these tactics, but choose to turn one eye off.
The reason is simple. The Apex Pro Tournament is an event where heroes and partners occupy the innate factors, and the overall team strength determines the success or failure of the tournament. Teammates complement each other and are not fighting alone.
It is incredible that Qiao Yan, who has never made a mistake in the tournament, will collapse in the warm-ups. Putting the blame on him alone, it seems difficult to make a convincing conclusion.
After all, the A play style is not feasible, and there are various alternative play styles for BCD, unless the player has negative emotions such as rejection.
——It's even a counterfeit match, otherwise the charge can be held on Qiao Yang's head alone.
Yao Tong's words were a little stuck: "It's true that Little Qiao is in a bad state, mainly because our style of play is too revealing. As long as one person can't keep up with the consequences, it will be like this, but... you didn't find AC wet nurse today. His style of play is very similar to Quan Haowoo?"
Li Zhongchen replied in a dull voice, "It's more than just like, it's almost carved out of a mold."
After Yao Tong listened, he couldn't answer the conversation instantly.
It turned out that this was not just his illusion, and that Qiao Yan must have felt it too. No wonder he was unsure, but... it shouldn't be like this. If it weren't for Qiao Yan's character, Yao Tong could believe that it was a counterfeit match.
However, this is just an offline pre-match, and the counterfeiting will not increase the chance of being scolded.
But Li Zhongchen's hands suddenly stiffened.
He was like talking to himself: "Wait, did Zheng Xiaokui call you with my cell phone yesterday?"
"..." Yao Tong was angry when he said, "Yes, you don't know how embarrassing Luo Yuji and I are, how do you think of this kind of demented apprentice?!"
Li Zhongchen ignored the other party and suddenly switched the phone back to the WeChat interface.
When I saw the chat interface with Yaotong, the first half of the sentence was entered, and the words that hadn't had time to finish typing, they moved south and north to his original intention, and he was directly stunned.
——The four words "I believe in Xu Hang" do not have a full stop, but there is no follow-up explanation.
"I...I didn't finish typing, I was hit by Zheng Xiaokui and slipped out. Qiao Yan must have seen it and misunderstood."
Li Zhongchen's lips trembled slightly when he spoke.
He cast a desperate gaze at Yao Tong, not only him, but the latter's heart chuckles: "Damn, I reminded you last night, so busy that I have forgotten this."
The sky was about to collapse as the dark clouds pressed down on the city.
Li Zhongchen was overwhelmed with breath: "I don’t know who told Qiao Ye about that incident, and let him see that Quan Haoyu was very...intimately taking pictures with me. Of course it was all a misunderstanding, my fucking... …It’s impossible to derail."
Yao Tong listened with bated breath.
Li Zhongchen was full of thoughts, and he smiled embarrassingly: "Do you know that Qiao Yan was woken up at four o'clock in the morning in Germany and called me a long-distance call. What did he say in the first sentence?"
"He said he believed me and trusted me unconditionally."
at the same time.
Qiao Yan, who was playing the passerby in the special training room, drove the live broadcast, and his beautiful face showed only his thin jaw.
Comments and barrage are cheering him on: Don’t be under pressure, Brother Little Qiao, adjust his mentality, everyone loves you the most.
His fans are so tolerant of him. Whether it's changing to the US server or signing into the old opponent's team, everyone has never complained, and always followed them with the greatest support and blessings.
Even today's performance is absurd, fans will not criticize it harshly.
He was literally held up to heaven, but he didn't think he was worthy.
The more so, the more collapsed Qiao Yan: "I'm sorry, I played too badly."
During the year and a half of working for the LA team in the US, he was regarded as a fortune tree with no emotions, countless mission instructions, and a mechanized and impersonal team. He couldn't get into it no matter what.
With the trophy in his hand, as a combat member, he felt that it was someone else’s award and had nothing to do with him.
He mustered up the courage to return to where the dream started.
But what happened later was not satisfactory.
All the outsiders saw was that he left the past and flew far away, and when he returned, no one would say that the scenery was infinite.
But he can't fool himself.
The current state is sometimes good and bad, because Li Zhongchen has also affected his performance, sad and annoying, he even despises himself like this.
The comments in the live broadcast room surrounded Qiao Yang like floods.
But before he had time to say anything, the door was suddenly opened, and the noise from the hall was transmitted into the box, but it stopped halfway as the door closed again.
"..." Qiao Yan turned his head and saw that it was Li Zhongchen.
"Just finished this game?" Li Zhongchen's tone was flat, "On the live broadcast?"
He asked two questions in succession.
So that Qiao Yan didn't know which one to answer first was better.
Li Zhongchen asked, "Can you broadcast it for a while?"
Speculation began in the live broadcast room, and they talked about "Echo" and "What is Echo going to do?", but in reality, Li Zhongchen and Qiao Yan looked at each other, and no one had the time to pay attention.
Qiao Yan concealed his emotions very well. He glanced at Li Zhongchen, and there was no warmth in what he said.
"Okay," Qiao Yan explained to everyone, "I need something with Zhong Shen..."
"Forget it, it's too much trouble." Li Zhongchen interrupted himself.
With this sentence falling.
Li Zhongchen pounced like a beast, the camera was pulled down with a heavy movement, and with a creak, the live broadcast interface on the curved screen display went black.
Then Li Zhongchen's palm was pressed against Qiao Yan's shoulder, and his fingertips were still white due to excessive force, and Qiao Yan hissed because of his sudden attack, causing slight pain.
Qiao Yan instinctively backed away, and turned his head subconsciously.
But Li Zhongchen pushed him to the dead corner, bent his head, and his lips firmly blocked the other party's lips. This kiss was mixed with a faint smell of tobacco, and Qiao Yan's nose was immediately filled.
I couldn't hear the dialogue, but there was a faint sound in the live broadcast room. It was obvious that the microphone was not closed. There was an uproar. The fans were swept across the screen with question marks, afraid that the two would not fight.
But Qiao Yan only took a few seconds from rejecting it to accepting it.
Li Zhongchen bullied on Qiao Yan's body, leaning on the backs of gaming chairs in extremely strange postures, his body temperature rose and burned consciousness. After he pried Qiao Yan's mouth open, his tongue entangled with each other's.
The coldness of the thin lips and the warm touch of the mouth are too sweet.
The live broadcast room that has not been broadcast may have insights. This idea stimulates the sensitive nerves of both parties, and even the breathing is not too heavy.
It wasn't until Qiao Yan's clothes were untidy and his eyes were slightly moist that Li Zhongchen finally let go of him.
Qiao Yan's gesture of covering his lips with the back of his hand made Li Zhongchen feel pity, but the coldness between his brows was permeating, and it was full of rejection.
The smell of tobacco permeates the tip of the tongue with a long aftertaste.
Li Zhongchen and Qiao Yan looked at each other for a long time, then put their heads heavily on each other's shoulders, rubbed Qiao Yan's face with his well-knotted palms, and slid all the way up again, poking the mole with the tip of his index finger.
He couldn't help gasping for breath: "Qiao Yan."
There were so many images in Qiao Yang's mind that he couldn't help but close his eyes and didn't want to remember.
Tired and exhausted, Li Zhongchen whispered in Qiao Yan's ear: "It's all a misunderstanding, you...listen to my explanation, I have always trusted you unconditionally."
The author has something to say: the next chapter may be another change on Saturday, Orz has been updated in these two days, it will only be to correct the typo, insist on the end of the month to restore the day to update QAQ Orz
Thanks to the little angel who irrigated the nutrient solution: 4 bottles of Parostine;
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