Good luck: The fresh meat husband is so fierce

After Lin Qiuran refused again, he gave Zhao Qichen another order to evict the guest.

"Captain, it's time for you to go to training."

"No, I'm going to stay here until you agree."

"On your own."

Lin Qiuran completely ignored him, and returned to work, no matter how much Zhao Qichen stared at her, she didn't raise her head.

Zhao Qichen is somewhat useful, such as at this time.

"Where are the team's paper materials?"

Zhao Qichen folded his arms lazily and raised his chin.

"The second compartment of the closet, in the big cardboard box."

The box was very big and heavy, Zhao Qichen just wanted to call Lin Qiuran to stop and move the box down by himself.

But on second thought, asking Lin Qiuran to ask him for help in person feels...it seems to be very good.

So Zhao Qichen looked at Lin Qiuran all the time, waiting for her to ask for help, so that he could stage a "Heroes Help Beauty".

However, when Zhao Qichen was thinking so wildly, Lin Qiuran found a small bench to step on, moved the box out of the closet and put it on the ground, her expression was normal, and she couldn't see how hard it was.

Zhao Qichen's eyes suddenly became strange.

He couldn't help asking: "Ran Ran, isn't this box heavy for you to carry?"

"At work, please call me the manager." Lin Qiuran quickly browsed through the box, "Is it heavy? It's okay."

fine.

Zhao Qichen's expression was a little complicated.

Could it be that the charming lingering scene last night was his own illusion?Why does Lin Qiuran look like nothing happened?
What about the so-called "arms are so weak that you can't lift them up", "your whole body looks like you've been run over by a wheel, and you can't exert half your strength", "you can't even close your legs, let alone walk"?

Not only did Lin Qiuran walk without seeing any abnormalities, but he was also able to move a box that he thought was heavy.

Those bullshit novels are all, he, mother, yes, cheat, people!

Zhao Qichen stood up from the chair with a "chuckle", his heart was turbulent, but his surface was calm.

"I'm off to training."

Probably because he was finally going to get down to business, Lin Qiuran gave him a smile.

"come on!"

To Zhao Qichen's ears, it was inexplicably like a wife saying "Come on" perfunctorily to her impotent husband...

He shook his head, shaking off this weird thought.

Zhao Qichen walked downstairs. In the training room on the first floor, Lao Lang and Ma Hou were training in double row, and Xiao Pang was slumped in the gaming chair, holding a large bag of potato chips.

Zhao Qichen's computer was next to Xiaopang's. After he sat down, he poked the circle of puffy meat on Xiaopang's arm.

"Hey, little fat."

Xiaopang grabbed a handful of potato chips and stuffed them into his mouth.

"what?"

Zhao Qichen asked carefully: "What do you think of my physical fitness?"

"physical fitness?"

Xiaopang turned the gaming chair to Zhao Qichen, winked and said.

"Isn't there a super-popular novel in the fan section of our team forum, called "Captain, you have good physical strength". Hahahahaha, your physical fitness is superb! Seven times a night and seven days a week are fine!"

Zhao Qichen and Wen Zhouxing, the two most popular male protagonists in the fan section of the SOD forum.

Zhao Qichen sneered, "Little Fatty, don't talk coquettishly."

Xiaopang quickly restrained his smile, patted Zhao Qichen's shoulder with his greasy right hand that had grabbed the potato chips, and said sympathetically.

"To be honest, I don't think it's that good. Sitting in front of the computer every day for about ten hours, your belly is almost growing out."

Zhao Qichen lifted his clothes and looked down. Sure enough, the abdominal muscles became less and less obvious.

He gritted his teeth, "...I'm going to the gym tomorrow. No, I'm going today."

Xiaopang gave Zhao Qichen a strange look and exclaimed.

"Captain, have you taken the wrong medicine? Let's e-sports players, speak with strength! Why do you want such a good figure? Like Fatty and me, the tonnage is heavy enough to hold the field!"

As he said that, he grabbed a handful of potato chips graciously and wanted to put them in Zhao Qichen's mouth.

"Come on, Fat House Happy Potato Chips, enjoy the happy time that belongs to Fat House!"

Zhao Qichen gave him a disgusted look, and "whoosh" pulled the bag of potato chips out of Xiaopang's arms.

"Still eating?" He reprimanded, "If you continue to eat like this, the gaming chair won't be able to fit you."

Amid Xiaopang's wailing, Zhao Qichen walked to the trash can and threw the potato chips into it.

He announced domineeringly: "Your happy time in the fat house is over."

"..." Fatty said, "Zhao Qichen, I'm going to fuck your uncle."

After the double row of Mahou and Laolang ended, the four of them entered the custom server and started the group training match.

Xiaopang helped the headset, "Captain, we decided to renew the contract?"

Zhao Qichen said "Yes", "Old Wolf went to find a car."

Due to the influence of various things recently, everyone is very out of state.

Xiao Pang stared at the computer screen, and sighed in a daze while operating skillfully.

"Captain, do you think we have really started to go downhill? You and I are 21, and the biggest old wolf is 23. After five or six years in the industry, the peak period should have passed."

Zhao Qichen freed his hand and slapped him on the back of the head, saying impatiently.

"Didn't I tell you? Watch more online celebrity live broadcasts and less media pressure? They say you can't do it, so you really can't do it? Why are you so obedient? Fans still want you to lose weight, why don't you lose weight?"

Xiaopang was scolded a lot, but he felt a lot of irony in his heart, and he smirked "hehehe".

"Captain, are you very confident?"

Zhao Qichen snorted lightly, "When we first entered the industry, how many people pointed at us and scolded the garbage team? We have survived all these years, why, are you scared now?"

When SOD was first established, no one was optimistic about this team.The boss is a layman, a Wen Zhouxing who relies on his face to make a living, a rich young man Zhao Qichen who looks like he is just playing tickets, a jobless vagrant chubby, and an old wolf who cleans cars at a car wash.

The media, which is not too much to watch, also made a special issue on Zhao Qichen, discussing the entertainment of e-sports players, "Is it important to look good or technology is important", "Is it advisable to rely on good-looking players to attract public attention?" ", and finally came to a unified conclusion that SOD will not last long.

However, in the first year, Zhao Qichen made his debut in the first major domestic competition, won the Best Newcomer of the Year Award, and entered the public eye; Take away the gold cup of the highest competition in China and become the top chicken team.

It is now the fifth year, and SOD, which was predicted by the media "will be disbanded within a year", is still there.

"21 years old, in any field is in the golden age of highly active thinking, e-sports is no exception."

Zhao Qichen harvested a head with one shot, and said calmly.

"Even if it is an exception, I will let the exception break here."