Good luck: The fresh meat husband is so fierce

"Knock knock knock..."

A uniform knock on the door interrupted Zhao Qichen's thoughts, who was scrolling on the phone screen in the room.

"Come in."

Zhao Qichen knew that it was Lin Qiuran who came, so he responded without thinking.

He knew that Lin Qiuran should have come to talk to him.

I just turned around and left, and when I went back to the house and thought about it, I still felt a little impulsive.

After leaving like that, Lin Qiuran will definitely feel that she is angry with him.Whoever it is, the situation will be judged in this way.

In fact, Zhao Qichen was not angry, he just didn't want to see Lin Qiuran blindly put the pressure on himself.

It's not fair to her.

Lin Qiuran got permission, and with a cup of freshly brewed hot milk in her hand, she tiptoed in and closed the door.

"Here, drink a glass of milk before going to bed."

First express your attitude of admitting your mistakes, and be soft.

This is the first time that Lin Qiuran bowed his head voluntarily.

Although Zhao Qichen remained calm, he was slightly pleasantly surprised.

After receiving the milk, Zhao Qichen remained silent.

"Rest early and don't think about it."

Seeing that Zhao Qichen didn't speak, Lin Qiuran didn't know how to speak, and turned around as if to hand over the milk.

Zhao Qichen was still waiting for Lin Qiuran's next words, but she didn't expect that she wanted to run away.

"Wait a moment!"

Zhao Qichen circled Lin Qiuran directly from behind.

Feeling the warmth of the embrace of the person behind him, Lin Qiuran smiled silently.

"You don't have anything else you want to tell me?"

Zhao Qichen lay on Lin Qiuran's shoulder, his tone a little hurt.

Even if he is really not angry, can't he comfort his broken little heart?

"Should I...should I say something?"

Lin Qiuran's heart moved slightly, and she asked back.

"You heartless Ran Ran, have you forgotten what happened downstairs just now?"

Zhao Qichen's tone carried a hint of coquettishness, which made Lin Qiuran feel helpless.

"I haven't forgotten, I believe in you."

With a simple sentence, Zhao Qichen finally smiled with satisfaction.

Letting go of his embraced hands, Zhao Qichen straightened Lin Qiuran's body slightly.

"Don't do this again in the future, keep everything in your heart."

Lin Qiuran was a little confused by Zhao Qichen's acting coquettish and domineering, and nodded in a daze.

"Relax, it's getting late, go to bed early."

"Then you... kiss me?"

Zhao Qichen leaned over to Lin Qiuran, looking eager to try.

Lin Qiuran stroked his forehead helplessly, "Stop making trouble..."

"I didn't make trouble... I was hit just now, so it's okay to make some compensation now."

Lin Qiuran looked at his reluctant look, and lightly touched Zhao Qichen's cheek with his lips.

Taste and stop.

Zhao Qichen didn't make progress either, and let go of Lin Qiuran contentedly.

He didn't want to play with fire and set himself on fire, and then he would have to take a cold shower.

"Good night."

Lin Qiuran looked at Zhao Qichen with a smile on her face, and gently closed the door.

The moment the door was closed, the smile on Zhao Qichen's face disappeared immediately.

Picking up the mobile phone with the screen always on on the bed, he swiped it with a gloomy face.

There is a reason why Lin Qiuran is under a lot of pressure, but recently the entire base has focused on training and rarely pays attention to outside public opinion.

Today, I randomly clicked on a game topic column in a certain news app, and saw a lot of negative articles about SOD.

"The only e-sports club - SOD, the only branch of PUBG..."

"No management? The local tyrants have fallen to the bottom..."

Remarks like this are already relatively objective, and some party articles with headlines are even unsightly.

For a post, there are about three to four thousand comments on the topic, 80.00% are swearing, and the remaining 20.00%, excluding the trolls, there are very few positive comments, basically they are the few fans who are persisting .

The fans who really cared about the team's performance all defected to Mars. Dark horses like SOD died halfway, and there were no rational fans who pointed out the performance.

There are tens of thousands of floors of black posts in the post bar, and it can be said that the public opinion is one-sided.

In fact, SOD didn't have that kind of die-hard fans at the beginning, they basically came for Wen Zhouxing and Zhao Qichen.

The two have completely different styles of play but have their own styles, and both of them have online appearances. At first, they also harvested a large wave of diehard fans.

But in the end, a group of people left following Wen Zhouxing's departure, and a group of people who had no interaction with Zhao Qichen quietly faded away.

Only the remaining true fans who were able to stand up to Zhao Qichen's crisis last time remained unwavering.

Oh, by the way, he also saw that Xiaopang's only fan group was unilaterally disbanded, and Xiaopang may not know it until now.

In short, Zhao Qichen was somewhat affected after reading these.

But this influence is nothing compared to the desire for success.

Zhao Qichen turned off the phone with firmness in his eyes.

*
Because Lin Qiuran spent nearly a month regulating the work and rest of the team members, everyone was active downstairs early the next morning.

Zhao Qichen walked down the stairs slowly with a bath towel on his back and slippers.

"You three, hand over your mobile phones immediately, and retreat for the last week."

The trio, who were sitting at the dining table and had packed up and waited for Lin Qiuran to serve dinner, felt a little puzzled to hear that Zhao Qichen announced such news as soon as he got up together.

"Captain, retreat is just a retreat. When did we have the rule of handing in mobile phones?"

"Yeah, although we don't usually use our mobile phones very much, but suddenly without it by our side, we will feel empty, lonely and cold..."

"okokokok……"

Zhao Qichen went straight to the bathroom, completely ignoring the protests of several people.

All that was left was the sound of closing the door with a "bang".

Fatty, Horse Monkey, and Old Wolf: "..."

Lin Qiuran also heard what Zhao Qichen said, and walked out of the kitchen with his rice bowl in his hand.

"Hand it in, listen to your captain."

Seeing the way these two people sang bad faces and the other bad faces, the trio felt extremely aggrieved.

"I said, why did you suddenly treat me to a big meal yesterday? It turned out that it was a foreshadowing for today, and I actually kept this hand..."

Fatty is naturally unwilling, and there is still a cartoon picture of support made by female fans in his mobile phone. He has to take it out to observe it every day before he feels that life is still worthwhile.

"Show operation, show operation... can't be provoked..."

Ma Hou didn't complain too much, and obediently took the phone out of his pocket after a mouthful.

The old wolf was very conscious, and took out his mobile phone right after him.

Only Xiaopang was alone, touching the fuselage with a look of reluctance.

"Sweetheart, I will miss you..."

Everyone: "..."

Although he was reluctant, after all, both Zhao Qichen and Lin Qiuran had spoken, and Xiaopang could only bid farewell to his mobile phone with tears in his eyes.