[Quick Wear] Manual for Saving the Miserable Male Match

"Want to go out?" A teammate in the living room was eating takeout while talking to his girlfriend on the phone.

"Yes." Song Cian put on his coat and picked up the keys on the table. When you come back from dinner, your roommate will most likely go into the bedroom. As soon as you put on your headphones in the bedroom, it won't help if someone outside knocks on the door.

Furthermore, Song Ci'an himself doesn't like to trouble others, so he doesn't bother others with small things like this that he can easily solve.

"Who? My teammate." The teammate explained to the girl on the opposite side of the video, "The shooter on our team is Huan Huai, the one who is very tall and handsome."

"Goodbye." With vermicelli stuffed in his mouth, his teammate waved goodbye to Song Cian while chatting with his girlfriend, "The one you sat next to me when you watched the game last time."

"Goodbye." Song Cian said, turned around and closed the door.

It is extremely cold in Yuncheng in winter, and you can feel the biting chill even if you are wearing cotton clothes. "This way, this way." Someone in the distance waved their arms.

Song Cian raised his head, facing the light, and felt that the people in the distance seemed to be shrouded in a thin veil, making it difficult to see clearly.

"It's so cold." The young man in front of him was wearing a bloated cotton coat, but he could still see that he was tall, thin, and had a figure that was unique to a young man. He put his hands on his lips and breathed out mist, blurring his eyebrows.

[When meeting the mission target, the 001 system issues a mission: Mission , achieve the dream of winning the championship for the original owner; Mission : Change the original fate of the supporting actor Jiang Yu and ensure that he can live a safe and smooth life. 】

"It's quite cold." This is the first time to face the boy in real life. Although he is watching from a screen during this period, the real person is more refined and stunning. After all, this is the appearance that even the black fans admit, Beiyu He has been scolded in all aspects, but no one has ridiculed his appearance. It seemed that his fans were right, Song Cixin thought, Bei Yu was indeed not very photogenic.

"Yes, yes, come in quickly, it's freezing outside." Bei Yu sighed, rubbed his hands together, and walked to the canteen in front.

"Let's go." Song Ci'an said quietly.

After returning home during the Chinese New Year, there were not many people left in the cafeteria. Looking at the window with not many dishes in front of him, Bei Yu sighed and asked the cafeteria aunt for more rice.

The aunt in the cafeteria also knew this handsome boy. He was good-looking and had a sweet mouth. It was hard not to remember him.

"Don't you like any food?" The two of them sat face to face at the dining table, watching Beiyu eating rice nonstop, only picking up a bite or two of vegetables from time to time.

"It's not bad. It's not like I don't like to eat. I just don't like anything." Bei Yu took small bites of rice.

So I still don’t like eating it.

"If you don't like to eat, you can go out and eat what you like." Song Cian said.

Bei Yu just picked at the rice on his plate and didn't say anything for a while.

Song Cian raised his head again and saw Bei Yu holding the table with both hands, standing in front of him. "What's wrong?" Song Cian was a little curious.

Bei Yu lowered his head mysteriously and leaned close to Song Sian's face, "Are you really 1.9 meters tall?" Boys of this age are interested in height in addition to being interested in the opposite sex.

"No, 1.89 meters." Song Ci'an continued to eat without changing his expression.

"Fuck, you are really so tall." Bei Yu let go of his hands and took a step back to sit on the chair. "I thought they were lying to me."

Obviously, they should be referring to his teammates. Among this group of teenagers, in addition to being interested in the information about saving the championship, the most interesting thing is his height. After all, a height of 1.9 meters is not common in daily life.

He lingered on Song Cian for a long time with curious and disbelieving eyes, and a slightly unwilling voice said, "You are 1.9 meters tall at the age of nineteen, and I am only 1.8 meters tall at almost 20 years old."

It turned out that this was the reason why she had been worried about him for a long time. Song Ci'an suppressed a smile and said, "He is only one year old and 1.8 meters tall. This is considered to be on the high side among adult males in our country."

"I'm tall, so what are you? Extraordinarily tall? Super tall?" Bei Yu asked next. There is no way, no boy will not care about height, whether it is his own or a friend's, especially a friend who is taller than himself.

The two of them finished their meal quickly, "Let's go, it will be dark later." The winter night always falls very quickly.

Their dormitories are not very far apart, and they can walk a long way together from the cafeteria.

The sky has darkened and the street lights have been turned on. "We will soon be teammates fighting side by side in the same team." Bei Yu said.

"Yeah." Song Ci'an said.

"We... my performance this year was very poor..." Bei Yu lowered his head and couldn't see his expression clearly, "You just won the championship, you will definitely not be used to coming to our place."

The fact of sixteen consecutive defeats is on everyone's mind. It doesn't mean that you can forget it if you don't mention it. On the contrary, before you turn over completely, this transparent stone pressing on your heart will always follow you, making it difficult for you to breathe.

"The championship of the secondary league is different from the PL." Song Ci'an said, "You can't always be at the bottom. It will be fine."

The gold content of the championship in the secondary league is different from that of the PL. How many players in the secondary league are trying their best to enter the PL gate.

"Yes." Bei Yu raised his head, "Coach Sky is back, you have to join us, it will be fine, everything will be fine." The street lights at dusk cast shadows on Bei Yu's face, and his long and thick eyelashes were like butterflies. It fell on Bei Yu's face.

The key clicked and turned, and Song Cian opened the door and walked in. It seemed that his teammates had entered the room early, but there was a light left in the living room.

Song Ci'an hurriedly washed up and made an appointment with Bei Yu to play ranked together tonight. Mainly because it was almost the end of the month, and Beiyu wanted to join the national server.

After accepting Bei Yu's invitation, Song Ci'an joined the team, just the two of them. Beiyu's team mic was on.

"Who? Good friend, good friend." Bei Yu said, but it was obvious that he was not talking to him.

"He's a great shooter. There are a lot of Chinese servers. I'm telling you, you'll see how he takes me to bed later." Bei Yu clicked start, and the game entered the matching interface.

"Are you live broadcasting?" Song Cian typed.

Each member of the first team of Yunhui HWG team has a live broadcast task every month. They usually have to live broadcast for twenty hours or more in a month. It is already the end of the month. Beiyu obviously did not live broadcast some time ago. Now Making up for the live broadcast duration.

"Yes, I'm live streaming." The game hadn't started yet. Bei Yu stared at the barrage and took a moment to look at his phone. "Why are you in a hurry? I mainly want to spend time with my family." From time to time, malicious barrages crossed the barrage. , Bei Yu blinked and pretended not to see it.

"You guys will watch later as I am carried away and laid down in the national uniform." Bei Yu was quite proud, "After all, you can only be envious."

"Tuanhuai, is it the Tuanhuai I know?"

"Open your ears and listen."

"Is he the younger brother who just won the championship in HG?"

"Yes, yes, I'm paying attention too. My brother is not only good at operation, but the most important thing is that he is handsome. The official height is 1.9 meters!"

"Even the shitty shots from the minor leagues can't stop my brother's handsome face."

……

The barrage was scrolling on the computer, and everyone was talking about this new person who appeared in Beiyu's live broadcast room.

"What's 1.9 meters? It's obviously 1.89 meters." The match was successful and he entered the hero selection interface. "What's going on? What's going on? You are discussing other people's handsomeness in my live broadcast room."

He raised his head and glanced at the barrage, "How do I know? Of course he told me personally." There was a little pride in his tone.