Good luck: The fresh meat husband is so fierce

Late autumn in Linjiang has always been very cold, and the sky darkened very early.

When we drove back to the base, it was already half dark.

As soon as he entered the house, Lin Qiuran entered the training room and turned on the air conditioner and heater.

Zhao Qichen nestled on the sofa with his whole body.

"Why don't you take off your coat?"

Lin Qiuran packed up her things, approached the sofa, and kicked the behemoth on the sofa with her feet.

After waiting for a long time, the people on the sofa did not move.

Lin Qiuran simply sighed, and leaned lazily forward.

"It's so fast. In the blink of an eye, the pre-match match is over for more than a week."

Lin Qiuran sighed a little.

The people next to him remained silent.

Lin Qiuran just got up and turned Zhao Qichen's head to her.

"Zi Zai, Zai Zai?"

Lin Qiuran yelled and patted Zhao Qichen's cheek with his palm.

"Fell asleep?"

Lin Qiuran's tone was a little puzzled.

She moved her head up and looked carefully at Zhao Qichen's cheek.

The eyelashes and eyelids trembled together, and it didn't look like he was asleep.

Lin Qiuran suddenly became playful.

She tiptoed up, paced upstairs and went back to her room to get a cotton swab.

When she came down, she found that Zhao Qichen still had his eyes closed as before he went upstairs.

The slight change in expression has completely exposed the fact that he is dozing off.

Approaching again, Lin Qiuran gently pinched his ear with one hand, and with the other hand took a cotton swab and gently stuffed it into his ear hole.

Zhao Qichen was still tense at first, and tried his best to manage his face so that Lin Qiuran would not find out that he was teasing her. Unexpectedly, after a while of footsteps back and forth, there were subtle itches in his ears.

There is a tactile sensation of a caterpillar wriggling in the ear.

Zhao Qichen couldn't pretend anymore.

He grabbed Lin Qiuran's troublesome hand with one hand, and pinched her waist with the other.

"Naughty."

Zhao Qichen's sudden movement startled Lin Qiuran.

"You pretend to be asleep."

Zhao Qichen blinked innocently.

"I didn't. I lay on the sofa and closed my eyes to rest. You thought I was sleeping."

Hearing that the person in front of him was still sophistrying, Lin Qiuran snorted.

"Close your eyes and rest your mind, I'll tell you why you ignore me?"

It's unbearable to talk nonsense.

Lin Qiuran retorted while twisting her body, trying to break free from Zhao Qichen's imprisonment.

The harder he tried to escape, the stronger Zhao Qichen's hand became.

"Don't move, Ran Ran, take a rest."

The man above his head had a faint tiredness in his tone.

Lin Qiuran immediately calmed down, understanding that Zhao Qichen was busy with a lot of things after playing the game today.

In fact, Zhao Qichen was embarrassed to say that he was dizzy and chest tight because of riding in the car.

He himself didn't know why, maybe he was not born rich, as long as he got in a closed car or bus, he would feel an unprecedented sense of suffocation.

It's a more uncomfortable feeling than motion sickness.

That's why he never got a driver's license or bought a car.

Compared with cars, he prefers the unrestricted feeling of motorcycles galloping in the wind.

She hadn't lived separately from Su Xinrui before, and there were actually several limited edition Harleys in the house.

Now that he comes out to live in the base to play professionally, his personality has also calmed down, and he rarely has the opportunity to race with a group of friends on the sparsely populated winding mountain road in the middle of the night.

The only remaining motorcycle was the one he rode when he first met Lin Qiuran.

The blue-and-black body is low-key and vaguely ostentatious.

Because Lin Qiuran was worried about his safety, Zhao Qichen was completely prohibited from riding a motorcycle on the road again.

In Lin Qiuran's impression, those who play motorcycles are desperate little bastards.

The plot of the movie that if you lose the car bet, you will be chopped off.

Zhao Qichen thought it was a little funny after hearing what Lin Qiuran said, and patiently corrected her thoughts, but Lin Qiuran just didn't listen.

So in the garage in the backyard, apart from Lin Qiuran's off-road sports car, the one in the innermost corner is the Harley that Zhao Qichen bought with the first bonus of his career.

It's probably covered in dust by now.

Thinking of this, Zhao Qichen's heart still itch.

After winning the race, he felt that the best way to celebrate was to ride his motorcycle and run a few laps.

Lin Qiuran naturally didn't know his idea.

In fact, she was no less exhausted than Zhao Qichen at the end of the day.

Just in the morning, she hurried back from the hospital to the arena, and even played temporarily at the most critical moment, completing the first professional game of her life.

Until the game was completely over, she felt a little unreal.

She never thought about her own life, and she still had the opportunity to be on the professional stage of e-sports.

It sounds a little daring, a little unreal, and even a little crazy.

After thinking about it, it seems that since I met Zhao Qichen and chose to be with him, many impossibilities have appeared in my life.

Lin Qiuran raised her head, her eyes met Zhao Qichen's stubbled chin.

He should have shaved his beard before starting the competition. After more than a week, there was only a short layer of fluff on it.

Not as hard as fully grown stubble, but still itchy to the touch.

Lin Qiuran pressed her lips against it in a strange way.

By the way, he rubbed his cheek against it.

It looks like a kitten being coquettish.

Zhao Qichen felt the softness of his chin, and his originally clear consciousness began to blur little by little.

Lin Qiuran looked at Zhao Qichen without any reaction, and gradually slowed down.

It didn't take long for the two people on the sofa to breathe lightly one after another.

……

Mars Esports Club.

Now Quan Cheng's mind is a mess.

After returning from the stadium, my phone never stopped.

In addition to the higher-ups questioning why such a result occurred, there was also a large group of media reporters who did not know how to get their private numbers, harassing and asking different questions.

After breaking two mobile phones, Quan Cheng roared and summoned all the players in the club.

In the huge training room, a group of people lowered their heads, and no one dared to raise their heads and say a word.

Quan Cheng raised and released the cigarette at his fingertips, and the emotion in his eyes was dim.

"Before the game, looking at your training status, I thought you were all sure of winning the championship."

Quan Cheng's tone was eccentric.

Immediately someone stood up and explained.

"Manager, we really can't blame us for this, since Zang Yue is not here, we have no cooperation with Mao Yu at all."

In a word, push the blame cleanly.

One is to blame Cang Yue for his sudden disappearance, and the other is to indirectly scold Maoyu for his poor technology.

As soon as he heard that the conversation was directed at him, Mao Yuben lowered his head even lower.

He felt he had nothing to say about his duty to himself.