[Full-time Master]Why is it you again?

"Yanyan is so handsome in this scene, even this sword master can't help but applaud..."

Yu Wenzhou was holding a pile of documents, and he could hear Huang Shaotian's chattering from a distance.

The captain blinked, a little amused. When he looked closer, he saw that the yellow-haired young man was turning his back and huddled in the soft gaming chair to use his iPad. Looking from a distance, he saw on the screen the arena match between Baihua and Excellent Era. .

Huang Shaotian muttered: "Okay, this micro-manipulation of avoiding damage with one hand, well, Ye Yushengfan is a swordsman, otherwise I will definitely have to learn. No, then this game, didn't it help increase Wang Dayan's strength? , he is also a magician!"

"Shaotian." Yu Wenzhou finally couldn't stand it anymore, put the information on the table next to him, and called Huang Shaotian.

The dignified vice-captain Lan Yu was talking to himself in the training room early in the morning. If word spread, the nickname must change from "temple" to "ghost temple".

Hearing Yu Wenzhou's voice, Huang Shaotian was startled. He quickly pressed pause and turned his chair to face Yu Wenzhou: "Ah, isn't this the captain? Isn't this the captain? Haha, what a coincidence... No, no, no, this tablet can't be taken back. Go, hey, I was watching the game just now, so there’s nothing wrong with bringing the tablet into the training room!”

It seems that Huang Shaotian really attaches great importance to this iPad.

If he remembered correctly, there seemed to be a lot of stuff about someone inside.

This Huang Shaotian was seriously injured.

...However, it’s no wonder.

Rong Yan is really a very unique person in Huang Shaotian's life. She is young, she is a younger sister, and she also comes to work professionally. She should have taken more care of her; but she is extremely strong, very motivated, tough, and perseverant. Strong, these are the qualities that Huang Shaotian likes very much. Not to mention Zhaoyang Feiyan's "die" feat in the sixth season finals left a very deep impression on Huang Shaotian, which made him fall in love with this sister even more.

Thinking of this, Yu Wenzhou smiled without any trace, "It's okay, it's up to you. You still have to learn how to think like Yan Yan."

After saying that, Yu Wenzhou pulled up the chair next to Huang Shaotian, briefly moved his hands to warm up, and then started training, with the sound of the keyboard sounding in an orderly manner.

Huang Shaotian was left scratching his head and muttering:

"That's not right. Yanyan's brain, no, her tactics are not good at all. Captain, what do you want me to learn? Is it style? Speaking of which, Yanyan's style in this arena match seems to be different from before. How to describe it? Well, probably from a relatively open and closed state, I suddenly became a lot more cautious..."

Huang Shaotian reopened his iPad, observed the battle situation and analyzed it seriously: "That's true."

After saying that, he seemed to have seen a certain key point. Huang Shaotian's eyes suddenly became focused and sharp. He was driven by the battle situation and fell into the game. From time to time, he uttered several incredible swear words, "Fuck, this lava flask, just right." It interrupted the last second of the gunner's charge. It must have been done carefully. The CD duration of the skill is clearly calculated. It really belongs to her."

Just after finishing a round of training, Yu Wenzhou turned his head and had some thoughts, "For Rong Yan, it is not easy to reach the current height at the age of 19, but this is not the most terrifying thing."

"The scariest thing is that she continues to improve."

Huang Shaotian paused and seemed to feel something. He concealed the unusual emotion in his eyes very well.

He shouted: "So what if we are making progress! Everyone is working hard, who is not making progress? When I meet Baihua, I will definitely...definitely defeat her! As long as she doesn't cry then."

The unique tone of the people from G city, and the words contained some lack of confidence.

The iPad in Huang Shaotian's hand continued to play: "Hundred Blossoms wins the arena competition, Trichosanthes' remaining health is 69%."

"Damn nb, this is the 69v31 with the greatest advantage in the history of the league! [-]%, tsk tsk tsk, it took [-]% of the blood to kill three, and it also took the first pick Su Mucheng. Damn. Strong, really strong." Huang Shaotian was so shocked that he dropped the tablet and kept mumbling.

Yu Wenzhou smiled: "What if I told you that the outcome will probably be that we face Baihua?"

"call--"

I turned off the video interface, put down the iPad in my hand, and stretched out a lot.

Reviewing the game alone is tiring, but it’s also rewarding.

I admired the notebook spread out on the table with satisfaction for a while. The dense handwriting was all very useful review information. I capped the gel pen, threw it aside casually, and then grabbed the phone next to me with great interest.

When I opened the screen, I unexpectedly saw a few messages.

Xiao Zhou: Yes

Xiao Zhou:?

10 minutes ago.

Oh yes, I forgot to turn mute back to normal mode.

However, if Zhou Zekai comes to see me now, what can happen?

Zhaoyang Feiyan: Ah, I just muted my phone and didn’t see it...Sorry, sorry

Xiao Zhou: It’s okay

Zhaoyang Feiyan: ...Hey, reply in seconds, good hand speed

Zhaoyang Feiyan: By the way, didn’t your reincarnation say you would come to Baihua for a return visit? You said you were here for a visit?

Xiao Zhou: Yeah

Zhaoyang Feiyan: Then, what do you want from me?

Xiao Zhou: There is an advertisement, do you want to shoot it?

Zhaoyang Feiyan: Advertisement? But I may not have time...

Xiao Zhou: Well...

Zhaoyang Feiyan: By the way, shouldn’t your manager ask our manager about this kind of thing? Is it because you like this advertisement so much that you came to ask me personally?

Zhou Zekai didn't reply for a while.

I stared at the screen of my phone in a daze, but an idea flashed in my mind.

……like.

Zhou Zekai.

Damn it. I said why I feel like I forgot something, holy shit, I remembered it.

Did Zhou Zekai fail to confess his love to me before? ?

Suddenly thinking of this incident, I felt bad all of a sudden, and even started to urgently want to end the chat...

Xiao Zhou: Yes, I like it.

Xiao Zhou: Two days on the weekend. are you free?

Zhaoyang Feiyan: Ah, it’s the weekend, haha, I’m sorry, I have to go out to play, so I can’t go... So, um, forget it?

Xiao Zhou:.

Xiao Zhou: (Penguin Grievance.jpg)

Zhaoyang Feiyan:......

Zhaoyang Feiyan: Well, it’s my fault, I lied to you... I’m free, I’m free all day long, it’s up to you.

Xiao Zhou: OK

Xiao Zhou: I’ll wait for you

This has been thoroughly understood.

I looked aggrieved and poked at my phone several times in frustration.

But I don't have any objectionable feelings about it.

In the final analysis, it’s because they are friends, right?

There was a sudden sound of pushing the door open, and I turned around quickly. Feeling guilty for no reason, I turned off the phone and threw it aside like a thief.

Zhang Jiale stood at the door and looked at me with some surprise.

He came over very naturally and sat next to me.

"Are you still in the training room?" Zhang Jiale chatted with me and looked at the notebook on my desk.

I stared at his shorter braid and said in a daze, "Well... I just finished reviewing it."

Zhang Jiale blinked and turned his head. He saw me staring blankly at his pigtails and said funnyly: "Did you see it? I just got my hair cut. It's so hot and I'm so stuffy."

"It's really time to cut it."

After a moment of silence, Zhang Jiale suddenly approached me.

"There seems to be something wrong with you today." Zhang Jiale looked at me steadily.

I was taken aback.

This……

"Well..." He looked at me carefully and looked into my eyes, as if he wanted to see something.

I stared at him silently. Zhang Jiale's eyes were still as clear as ever, with my favorite sense of youth. It's hard to imagine that the delicate big boy has such unparalleled tenacity inside.

I saw me in his eyes. She has short curly hair piled on her cheeks, a pair of big eyes, and slightly parted lips, ready to speak.

Less than 30 seconds later, Zhang Jiale was defeated first. He turned his head away, his cheeks were red and his breathing was a little short.

He muttered something.

I was confused: "Huh?"

"Let me tell you," Zhang Jiale suddenly hugged me and whispered in my ear, "There is no surveillance in the training room."