Crazy host sweet temptation, cold licking the main god and acting coquettish

"Hey, have you heard..."

"Have you seen Brother Nan? I heard that Qi Shen is about to join our team. Everyone is watching. Why can't we see him so early in the morning..."

"Hello, hello! Warmly welcome Qi Shen!

Your arrival makes our humble home, SKP, prosperous! humble! and glorious! "

Jiang Yan was moved by his own speech. He clapped enthusiastically and jumped in front of Song Wenqi and stretched out his hand: "Hello, hello."

"It's really God Qi!" Jiang Mo and most of the team members in the base who had not yet started training appeared at the door at the same time, watching this person from a distance.

"Hello." After shaking hands, Song Wenqi nodded politely and said.

"Introduce me." Jiang Yan, the biggest chatterbox in the entire team, couldn't stay idle at this moment. He stepped forward, put his arm around Song Wenqi's shoulders and consciously pushed him to the middle: "God Qi, do you all know each other?"

"My name is Jiang Yan, the team's shooter."

Jiang Yan pointed at the little boy whose face was red from seeing his 'idol' and said, "He is Jiang Mo, and he plays the supporting position."

"And..." The boy stretched his neck to look around, and finally saw a man who had just walked down from upstairs, holding a glass of milk and looking silent: "That's our mid laner, his name is Pei Nan."

At last, Jiang Yan casually mentioned: "The little assistant I just mentioned is his..."

"God Qi, have you had breakfast?" Jiang Mo excitedly twisted his fingers together, with hope glittering in his eyes.

He often watched Song Wenqi's live broadcast. Jiang Mo felt from the bottom of his heart that he should become an e-sports player. However, he did not expect that his dream would come true so quickly. Overnight, Song Wenqi actually became his colleague, and the surprise was that he was also a colleague!

"Momo." Pei Nan frowned slightly as he watched this scene, and waved his hand in a light tone: "Come here."

"What are you doing, Brother Nan?" Jiang Mo looked at Song Wenqi hesitantly, but did not move: "I want to..."

"hurry up."

"Oh..." Jiang Mo walked towards Pei Nan with his head down, and Pei Nan handed him the cup of warm milk: "Today's, drink it."

Song Wenqi followed everyone's gaze and found that although Pei Nan was talking to Jiang Mo at the moment, his eyes were staring straight in his direction.

Moreover, he could sense that the mid laner seemed to be somewhat hostile to him. In other words, he just disliked him.

"I'm all grown up, and I don't like drinking sugar-free milk!"

Jiang Mo held the cup, looking embarrassed and angry.

"Eighteen years old, he has indeed grown up." Pei Nan lowered his eyes to glance at him and added: "But he hasn't grown taller."

With this height, people would believe if he said Jiang Mo had just entered high school.

"Yes, who can be as tall as you, 187cm..." Jiang Mo, who is 176cm tall, curled his lips and drank the milk reluctantly. He took advantage of Pei Nan's inattention and muttered quietly, "I don't know what's the point of being so tall for an e-sports player. Why don't you play for the national basketball team?"

After drinking the milk, Jiang Mo put down the cup and went closer to his idol again, wanting to ask if he could get an autograph.

"Eh? Qi Shen, how tall are you?" Jiang Yan estimated his and Pei Nan's heights, "Why do I feel - mmmmmm!"

The members of the second team rushed over quickly to cover the outspoken Jiang Yan, and put their index fingers to their lips: "Shh!"

He whispered, "Didn't you see that Brother Nan's face didn't look right? You're still talking, are you stupid?!"

After this person's reminder, everyone present turned their eyes to Pei Nan, only to find that his face had become extremely stinky since they didn't know when.

Especially when he saw Jiang Mo standing by, not understanding what was going on and innocently blinking to ask for an autograph, it was as if someone owed him 80 million.

"Song Wenqi." Pei Nan called him.

"how?"

"Let's have a fight."

He glanced at the door. Si Mo was still chatting with Wang Chi, and there was no intention of ending the conversation anytime soon. Song Wenqi then looked at Pei Nan again and said indifferently, "You have zero chance of winning if you fight me."

"What makes you say that?" Pei Nan clenched his hands at his side into fists in an instant, gnashing his teeth in anger: "I know you are very powerful, but I also want to remind you not to be too arrogant!"

"No, I don't mean anything else." Compared to Pei Nan, Song Wenqi's state is much more stable, as if nothing can affect his emotions: "Because I have seen your game."

The last time when watching the replay in Si Mo’s live broadcast room, Song Wenqi watched a game with him. These were the players that SKP played in that game.

Si Mo was right. The supporting player Jiang Mo did make a mistake that time. When they came back later that day, the whole team spent the whole night reviewing the situation.

So when he said Pei Nan had no chance of winning, it was just an objective assessment.

"But if you really want to fight, you can try it." Song Wenqi said.

"What does that mean?" Pei Nan sneered, "Don't talk nonsense, it's just one game."

After dealing with the contract issue, Si Mo went to the base to find Song Wenqi. Not far away he saw a group of people gathered in a circle with their arms around each other - two computers and two people sitting side by side.

Twenty minutes later, Song Wenqi took off his headphones and put them on the keyboard, then stood up and held out his hand: "Thank you."

The computer screen in front of Pei Nan clearly displayed a red and white "failure" icon.

After several seconds, he stood up from the chair in silence and shook hands with Song Wenqi in a "harmonious" manner.

"Forget about the autograph, I'm just an ordinary person." Song Wenqi smiled and rejected Jiang Mo, then said to the mid laner: "We will be teammates from now on, please take good care of me."

"Aqi, are you done talking? I'll take you home." Si Mo tilted his head and called out.

"Okay." Song Wenqi said goodbye to everyone briefly, picked up his coat and walked towards Si Mo.

After the two figures disappeared, Jiang Yan blinked: "What is their relationship?"

"Brother Nan, why do you want to fight with Qi Shen..." Jiang Mo saw that Pei Nan seemed unhappy, and shook his clothes carefully, comforting him: "But it doesn't matter, it's not shameful to lose to Qi Shen!"

Pei Nan glared at Jiang Mo with cold eyes, and Jiang Mo fell silent for a moment. He didn't know whether Song Wenqi had offended him or if he had said something wrong?