Good luck: The fresh meat husband is so fierce

When Zhao Qichen entered Lin Qiuran's room, the other party was typing on the computer.

Curiously, he leaned over to have a look, the screen was filled with blank forms, and he didn't understand a single word.

"Didn't I say that since you have a rest, you should take a good rest, why are you still working?"

Lin Qiuran felt the hands on her shoulders froze for a moment, stopped the movement of her hands, and turned her head to see Zhao Qichen looking at her with a smile.

"You...don't train anymore? There will be another competition in a few days."

Zhao Qichen raised his eyebrows, withdrew his hand, pulled a chair and sat next to her, propped his chin with one hand, and looked at her with interest.

"It's not too late. That old guy from Wenzhouhang showed mercy and saved the live broadcast for this week, so there is a lot of time."

Lin Qiuran pouted, saved the file casually, closed the computer, and said righteously: "Actually... I don't want to put pressure on you, but the group has been having internal problems recently, and we must not let it happen again. what is the problem."

Zhao Qichen looked at her and decisively ignored the important point.

"So you were solving these internal contradictions of the group a few days ago."

Lin Qiuran sighed helplessly and nodded.

Thinking of Lin Qiuran's previous boss, Zhao Qichen started for a while, hesitating for a long time before remembering the other party's name.

"So...you are helping that Danton?"

Lin Qiuran thought that the other party would not ask any more questions, but who knew that he suddenly said such a sentence.

"This is an internal matter of the group. I can't disclose too much, but don't worry, I have nothing to talk to that man. He is just my boss."

Zhao Qichen chuckled, he was just teasing Lin Qiuran, he didn't mean to doubt her at all.

"However... if you can win the Asian League this time, I will tell you some good news."

Zhao Qichen looked at her with some doubts.

"Good news? Why wait until the game is over? Can't say it now?"

Lin Qiuran shook her head, expressing that she could not speak.

Zhao Qichen is not the kind of stalker, Lin Qiuran must have arranged for her to say so.

Seeing Lin Qiuran's sincere eyes, Zhao Qichen's heart moved.

Just after dinner, it was already dark outside, and several members of the team should be training in the training room.

Thinking of this, Zhao Qichen snickered and turned on the desk lamp. Although the room was illuminated by small warm-colored lamps, it was still a little dim.

Lin Qiuran felt that something was wrong with the atmosphere, and looked at the little flames in Zhao Qichen's eyes in embarrassment.

In the next second, Zhao Qichen moved his chair, and a handsome face immediately appeared in front of Lin Qiuran.

"So... does Manager Lin plan to take a rest?"

The other party's warm breath spit on Lin Qiuran's face, and she couldn't help swallowing.

A series of exclamation marks flashed through his mind, Lin Qiuran couldn't hold back, and pushed Zhao Qichen down.

The other party was a little surprised, but he didn't get angry. He seemed to be waiting for her to explain.

"I...I'm not feeling well recently, please be honest."

Zhao Qichen's eyebrows twitched, he probably understood what Lin Qiuran's discomfort meant.

Instead of forcing her, Zhao Qichen put his arms around her slender waist and rubbed her neck.

Looking at Lin Qiuran's slightly red cheeks, Zhao Qichen curled his mouth and kissed her lips.

Seeing that Zhao Qichen came back so soon this time, the people in the training room started joking.

"Yo? Boss is so fast this time? It's not like your style."

The most outspoken one was Ma Hou, and Zhao Qichen couldn't help giving him a hammer.

"Don't talk nonsense, let's not guess what the young couple is thinking."

The corner of Xiaopang's mouth was still stained with chocolate, his fleshy faces were squeezed together, and he was grinning.

On the other hand, Maoyu stood up obediently, and said flatly: "Captain, since you are here, you can continue training."

But who knows, after Zhao Qichen sat down, he suddenly said to Mao Yu and the others sitting beside him: "Otherwise, let's take a gamble, play custom, the combination of head count and ranking points, and the last one will be punished."

Old Wolf sat up abruptly, he was most interested in this kind of betting.

"What punishment?"

Xiaopang couldn't help but speak.

"I will be punished and not allowed to touch snacks for a month."

Then Zhao Qichen gave him a cold look.

"Besides you, is there anyone here who can't live without snacks?"

Xiao Pang thought about it and nodded, as if that was the case.

"Otherwise... I will be fined to wear women's clothing in the live broadcast!"

Sure enough, nothing good happened when Zhao Qichen opened his mouth, except for Maoyu and Laolang who nodded repeatedly with their eyes shining, Xiaopang and Mahou all looked crying.

"Boss, can you think about me? I'm a medical soldier, and I'll serve the team all my life. It's too difficult for me to fight alone against a gun king like you..."

Mahou said aggrievedly, and Xiaopang beside him couldn't help it anymore.

Zhao Qichen looked at his fleshy face and was about to speak, but stopped him instantly.

"What are you going to do? You are an assault position, who can stop you when you land?"

Xiaopang pursed his lips, and said with a guilty conscience: "Isn't it... there are women's clothes in my size..."

Ma Hou couldn't help laughing out of his mournful face, and the training room became a ball of laughter for a while, and even Mao Yu couldn't help lowering his head and giggling.

Zhao Qichen put back his smile, coughed dryly and waved his hands.

"This is a good opportunity to train your single volleyball team. In the future, single volleyball competitions and double volleyball competitions will be the most important thing when you go abroad. Do you want to fight in four rows forever?"

Zhao Qichen's words made the few feel guilty, and they all lowered their heads.

Afterwards, Zhao Qichen said two more words of explanation, and several people breathed out one after another, getting ready to go.

Except for the horse monkey who looked at death like home, everyone else seemed to be in good condition.

A round begins.

Zhao Qichen flexed his wrist, ready to fight.

Mao Yu's eyes were shining, and he was staring at the screen in Quality Square.

He wanted to have a real fight with Zhao Qichen early in the morning, and finally got the chance today, so of course he would not let it go.

The old wolf has a strong desire to win and lose, and he is about to crush the mouse when he is gearing up.

Wen Zhouxing watched outside the door for a long time, and smiled helplessly. He was very envious of these young people.

He has long regarded e-sports as a part of his life. If it weren't for injuries, he would never give up anyway.

Now seeing this group of people moving forward with his dream, he couldn't stop being excited.

Ma Hou looked at the people who were ready to go, and couldn't help but get a chill on his back. He really had a twitch to agree to such a bet.

I don't know what medicine Zhao Qichen took, he would never be like this before.

Thinking of this, Ma Hou couldn't help looking in the direction of the door.

He must have suffered from the manager, so he came here to vent, and he became a stable cannon fodder. It is simply... shameful...