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"you!"

The captain didn't expect to be choked back and was so angry that he didn't know what to say.

Weng Xuefan stood up and bumped her away. As he passed her, he lowered his voice and said, "Don't waste your efforts. Now I'm going to let everyone see my abilities. Let you see how much better I am than a vase."

After that, he walked to another stool to rest.

At this time, Ye Lan, who was sitting in the audience, suddenly stood up and said, "I'm going to the bathroom."

After that, she left her seat and got off the stage, but walked towards a lounge backstage.

At this moment, the door to the lounge was open, and doctors and nurses were coming in and out, busy and chaotic.

"Saitama, your hands are already like this. You can't play again. Don't be willful."

"No, we can't continue like this, otherwise Silver Moon will be eliminated in the semi-finals and investors will withdraw their investment."

"Then you can't make fun of your career. The doctor said you can't move now!"

……

Ye Lan walked in and saw the cute lolita on the sofa having a stalemate with the coach. There were also a group of emergency personnel waiting to take the person to the hospital.

"Anyway, I won't leave. Just give me a shot to seal it off." Saitama was stubborn.

The coach had a headache. From the corner of his eye, he saw a figure at the door. He turned around and looked over. He couldn't help but be startled, "Are you... the female student in the front hall? What are you doing here?"

He recognized Ye Lan, but his tone seemed unfriendly because of what happened in the morning.

Ye Lan didn't mind either. He raised his hand and pointed directly at the sofa and said quietly: "I can let her play."

what?

Everyone in the room was stunned for a while because of this sentence, and then the coach stood sideways in front of Saitama, staring at him with a wary expression.

"What do you want to do? What is your purpose!"

There was a conflict not long ago, and now it's hard not to make people suspicious.

But Ye Lan had no intention of defending himself at all. He leaned against the door panel with a slightly leisurely attitude and said nonchalantly: "I'll give you three seconds to think about it. One..."

The countdown begins without warning.

The coach over there frowned, as if he would not let go until he was beaten to death, but before he could finish reading for three seconds, he heard a delicate voice coming from the sofa.

"I agree."

"Saitama, don't be ridiculous!" The coach was startled and turned around to stop him.

However, Saitama, who was pale in pain, was resolute, "My body is my own, and I am responsible for anything that happens! Now, I have to ask this lady to help me."

As she said that, she struggled to get up, held her arms and walked up to Ye Lan. She gritted her teeth and said firmly: "Mr. Lu values ​​you so much. I believe you must have your own abilities, so you can treat me. I will bear the consequences myself."

Seeing that her thinking and judgment were still so clear despite the severe pain, Ye Lan knew that he had seen the right person, so he took out a needle from the doctor nearby who was sewing the wound and inserted it into the acupuncture point on the other person's wrist.

"Well."

The inner energy poured into it, and the soreness immediately made Saitama's pale face show a look of pain.

Ye Lan held her down and said in a light voice, "You have been rubbing your wrist when you came on stage, which proves that there is a hidden injury in your hand. Now I will not only block the pain for you, but also wash away the blood in your wrist. Your hands will be more flexible in the future."

Hearing this, Saitama, who originally wanted to retreat, froze.

She raised her eyes and looked at the girl in front of her in surprise. Although the girl was a few years younger than her and her face was immature, she couldn't help but be convinced when she saw the girl's deep eyes.

Finally, she gritted her teeth and said, "Okay, as long as I can reach my peak condition, I can bear any pain."

Ye Lan raised his eyebrows, noncommittal.

After 1 minute, the silver needle was removed.

The coach rushed up immediately, his face turned pale from nervousness, held Saitama's hand and asked, "How is it? Is the pain getting worse? Doctor, come here and check her out. I just said don't let the layman fool around." , what if there are more injuries, my little ancestor, do you know how much insurance your hand is insured for?"

However, as soon as he finished speaking, Saitama pulled his arm out, twisted it twice, and said in surprise: "It seems that it really doesn't hurt anymore. I can move my hands completely. Coach, look!"

She raised her hand, stretched her fingers flexibly to make a fist, and also performed several training movements. Not only was her speed no slower than before, but she even felt happier.

"How...how could this happen?" The coach was dumbfounded. He looked at her sleeves that were still stained with blood, then at her flexible fingers, and finally moved his eyes to the face of the girl in front of the door, and swallowed. Drooling, his tone no longer had the provocation before, "Miracle doctor, I am such a great kindness to meet you, I will never forget it. I was blind before, I..."

He wanted to apologize, but was interrupted by Ye Lan raising his hand, "Her hand can only hold on until six o'clock in the afternoon. She still has to go to the hospital."

As soon as she finished speaking, she turned around and prepared to leave.

"Wait a minute." Saitama chased her out, stopped her in time and asked, "Why do you want to help me?"

Ye Lan, who was standing not far away, didn't look back, just put his hand in his pocket and said nonchalantly: "Just on my way."

Ok?

Saitama didn't understand, and then he saw the girl turning into the bathroom next to her.

"..."

She was talking about the way, could it be this?

Facts have proved that it is really...

Saitama waited for a few minutes and saw the girl coming out and returning to the auditorium. She made no more unnecessary movements and couldn't help but return to the lounge with a complicated heart.

At this time, the Silver Moon team, which had won three games in a row, was about to enter the fourth game of the semi-finals.

On the live broadcast screen, Weng Xuefan's machine gunners were still killing people all over the field. From the beginning, they opened up their firepower to suppress the opponents. They looked happy and happy, making the audience cheer one after another.

But soon, the opponent began to guard Weng Xuefan tightly and chased her at fixed points.

The machine gunner, who lacked the sense of teamwork, was already out of the rescue range of his team members, and was the first to be killed by a burst of stray bullets from the enemy.

"Hey, it's over."

The coach slapped his thigh, feeling so annoyed that he wanted to twist the machine gunner's head off again.

The machine gunner is the main attacker and also a powerful backup.

This death was equivalent to having their wings broken for the team.

At this time, Weng Xuefan, who was sitting on the square platform, watched the word "failure" appear on his screen that had turned gray, and felt as if his heart was being poured by a basin of cold water.

"What the hell, Team Silver Moon can't even advance to the semi-finals? What kind of rubbish is this!"

"It's not like the machine gunner died first because he was in the limelight, and he couldn't cooperate later, so Weng Xuefan is not good at all."

"Weng Xuefan, get out of here! We want Qi Yu! Get out of here!"

Just how enthusiastic the fans cheered was how serious the emotional backlash was now.

No matter how heroic a single-handed kill is, in the end it means nothing if the team loses.

Weng Xuefan staggered off the stage amidst the scoldings. Facing the captain's gloomy face, he could hardly lift his head.

"There is still a resurrection match, let's hold on for a while. Xue Fan, you can't be willful this time."

"I..." Weng Xuefan didn't expect to do it again. Hearing the abuse from the audience in his ears, he slowly shrank his shoulders and shook his head, "I can't do it. I don't know how to position the machine gunner to coordinate."

At this point, she could only tell the truth.

The captain was almost furious when he heard this. He had been practicing in the team just to compete with Saitama and had no intention of contributing to the team!

"Captain, I can fight."

Suddenly, a delicate and cute lolita sound came from behind.