Chang'an sword color

After the confirmation of the information, the schedule stage is entered. According to the regulations, the newly promoted professional team will first select the strong team of the previous season for the first match.

Long Yin dispatched Lan Weiran as his deputy.

Ye Chenxi's powerful master drew Snow Wolf without frowning.

The two captains and deputy captains of Longyin let out a long sigh of relief at the same time, and looked towards Yang Jian and Fang Zhiyan with a smile.

Yang Jian: "..."

After returning to the hotel, while Fang Zhiyan was taking a shower, Yang Jian sat on the bed alone and dug out the phone's address book.

He paused for a long time on the familiar name with his fingertips. After a while, he finally made up his mind. He typed a few lines, as if he was afraid that he would be discouraged, and he quickly clicked send the moment he finished writing.

"Qin Ye, I'm really happy that you can come back." He actually had a lot of things to say to Qin Ye, but he couldn't finish the words. No one is qualified to talk about this position.

The phone screen lit up quickly, and Yang Jian swiped open the screen in surprise, and saw a line of text that jumped out of the phone text message: "Are you surprised? Little bitch:)"

? ? ?Yang Jian felt that he must be delusional, and then found that he was indeed delusional. Liu Chuan accidentally sent him a text message at this time, and Yang Jian was so angry that he wanted to crawl along the phone line. In the past, I gave my cousin a sword to seal his throat and a thousand swords to return to the clan.

Soon, Qin Ye's text message also came: "Thank you, you also work hard."

The simple and polite words made Yang Jian a little disappointed.But after thinking about it, what else could he ask for?Qin Ye can still calmly reply to his text messages instead of directly blocking him, which is already the greatest tolerance he has for himself.

However, there are still regrets...

Yang Jian was discouraged and thought for a while, then lowered his head and prepared to go to the competition for a few days.

The opening of the No.13 season was unexpectedly upset again. In the final stage of the ring, due to a small mistake in the opening, Yang Jian lost to Qin Ye at the end and his slight disadvantage, losing three points.In the team battle, Fang Zhiyan commanded very well, and the three flags won two flags. Therefore, Xuelang lost this game, and it was all Yang Jian's fault.

After seeing the result, Yang Jian walked back to the waiting room silently.

"I'm sorry, he and I... are still a bit short." He lowered his head and took the initiative to admit his mistake to Fang Zhiyan.

The championship team was defeated by the non-government team in the first round, and no one would be happy if they changed. Yang Jian thought the captain would blame him, but Fang Zhiyan just hugged him gently, and then stretched his hand to the top of his head , rubbed it clockwise, then rubbed it counterclockwise like an obsessive-compulsive disorder, and asked with a smile: "Is it a negative state again?"

Turning his head away from the captain's arms awkwardly, Yang Jian suddenly felt that it was good that Snow Wolf had Fang Zhiyan.

There was always a smile on the corner of Fang Zhiyan's mouth, but if Yang Jian looked up at him at this time, he would find that the other party's eyes were unusually deep, as if he was thinking about something complicated.

Throughout the thirteenth season, Snow Wolf and Long Yin played against each other twice, and Snow Wolf also lost twice.

In fact, Snow Wolf's current level is no longer comparable to that of the non-governmental teams that played in that city. This season, Snow Wolf has scored 5:4 against such strong teams as Tongque and Shengtang. It can be said that , Snow Wolf's level in the arena has already entered the league's first-tier teams.

However, just as Luo Huaci hadn't played Huaxia in four seasons, it seemed that Snow Wolf was always a little bit behind when playing against Longyin.

This season, after Snow Wolf entered the playoffs, they lost two games in a row and were eliminated early.

Fang Zhiyan didn't think too much about it. He never believed in the curse between teams. If you lose a game, you win it. He is very open about it. It is Yang Jian who is sad.

However, Captain Fang, as the league's number one status-resolving master, is very handy in coaxing his own deputy team, and quickly solved all the negative statuses of Yang Jian.

This person is really too simple, he will get angry if he is provoked, and he will be good if he is coaxed. Even Qin Ye's hand touching his head can make him laugh for a long time.

Fang Zhiyan will never forget that at the carnival before the playoffs, Yang Jian was named by Qin Ye and used as a prop, and he was punished for several rounds with Liu Chuan. After the hotel, Fang Zhiyan found out that this person was actually quite happy because of it?

He was happy to be bullied like this, Fang Zhiyan really couldn't laugh or cry.

There are still a few days before the finals. Snow Wolf has already played all the games of this season, but Fang Zhiyan has not left. He has always taken a long-term view and thought that he would take this opportunity to show everyone Long Yin and Seven Star Grass In the battle of the century, the Union pays for staying in the hotel anyway.

Now that the captain made such a decision, Yang Jian was very gracious as a landlord, and led Snow Wolf's people to eat and drink well in Shanghai, go shopping and watch the sea, and had a great time.

Every night, Yang Jian would take the initiative to build a room and invite Wei Feng to come in and fight with him.

Wei Feng is his new apprentice this season, a small 16-year-old boy with a hand speed that is not inferior to Yang Jian. , his eyes would light up, and he would happily call out to Master.

For the convenience of communicating with the little apprentice, Yang Jian turned on the voices of the two people, so Fang Zhiyan opened the door just in time to hear the young boy's clear and pleasant voice coming from the computer: "Ah, ah, master, you just now That combo is so cool! But it was too fast to see clearly..."

Yang Jian scratched his head and said, "Didn't you see clearly? Then let's play another game. This time I will slow down, and you will slow down too."

The little boy said: "Okay! Okay!" While speaking, he got up from the ground again, and stood in front of Yang Jian with arrogance.

Fang Zhiyan smiled and watched the master and apprentice fight many more games. Every time Wei Feng's Jianzong would die after a few hits, but soon got up again and begged for abuse. I'm sorry, but after beating the opponent to the ground again, Yang Jian stopped, hesitated and said: "Well, you actually played very well, you are very talented, much better than when I was 16 years old, that is Just a little experience."

The young boy immediately denied: "No, no, in my heart, Master is the most powerful!!!"

Yang Jian, who was praised by the little fans with his eyes closed, blushed and touched his nose, feeling very flattered.

The two started exchanging lessons again. The master and apprentice both had fast hand speeds, but in order to let Wei Feng see his operations clearly, Yang Jian often deliberately slowed down a bit. Listening carefully, a few exclamation words suddenly popped out from time to time.

Two hours passed quickly, Fang Zhiyan looked at the time, and then interrupted the two with a smile: "Xiao Wei, you are still growing, it's time to go to bed."

Wei Feng heard what the captain said, and immediately replied obediently: "Okay, goodbye, captain! Goodbye, master!"

After Wei Feng went offline, the boy's various exclamations disappeared, and the whole room was finally quiet.

After being praised by the little apprentice all night, Yang Jian turned off the computer happily, but turned around to find Fang Zhiyan, who was sitting on the opposite bed, looking at him with a smile, his eyes were full of tenderness and relief.

Stared at by the captain with a smile for several seconds, Yang Jian looked away unnaturally, and asked, "What are you doing?"

Fang Zhiyan smiled and said, "It's nothing, I just think—Master, you are so handsome."

Yang Jian: "..."

Yang Jian's face turned red up to his ears, in order to cover up, he hastily coughed heavily, and said angrily, "You are sick."

Fang Zhiyan still smiled, but looked at Yang Jian seriously, and said softly: "Actually, I'm a little surprised that you can teach Wei Feng so hard, but I'm also very happy, Yang Jian, you must be a good teacher." Very good master."

The captain's voice was too gentle, for some reason, Yang Jian had the urge to cry for a moment.

He raised his head, stared blankly at Fang Zhiyan's face, and suddenly seemed to have made up his mind, and said softly, "Actually... I felt sorry for Xiao Wei before."

Fang Zhiyan was stunned for a moment, and said with a smile: "You didn't feel sorry for him. It was my negligence that made you feel uneasy before. You don't have to blame yourself."

Yang Jian shook his head slowly: "It's not this."

After being silent for a while, he continued: "Xiao Wei said before that he is a fan of mine because I only played Wudang Sword Sect, but during the six months since he came to Xuelang, I have treated him so coldly... He should be very cool too. Wronged and sad?"

Before, he always thought that Fang Zhiyan trained Wei Feng to replace himself, so he always ignored the young boy. Occasionally, he saw that the other party seemed to have something to say to him, but he hesitated and dared not walk in front of him. Yang Jian Often go straight away, impatient to figure out what he wants to say.

But he will never forget Wei Feng's eyes sparkling with surprise on the day he accepted his apprentice, and the sentence he said shyly, "Actually, I have always been a fan of Jianhen. Because of Jianhen, I started to learn how to play Wudang!" Jianzong's."

I have always been a fan of Jianhen, because of Jianhen I played Wudang Jianzong——

Night, you are my favorite professional player——

Memories from many years ago came flooding back. At that moment, Yang Jian, who had never been enlightened, suddenly understood the great joy hidden under the shy smile of the young boy.

That was the sincerity that the fledgling boy held up to him, but he was almost misunderstood and trampled on by him wantonly.

If there was no mediation by Fang Zhiyan, what would happen between the two of them in the future?Fortunately, there is Fang Zhiyan.

The night outside the window was pitch black, and there were no stars in the sky in the city, but the halo of the orange floor lamp in the hotel room made people feel extremely warm. Fang Zhiyan was smiling and listening to Yang Jian quietly, suddenly a little I wonder if the extremely bright eyes of the person in front of me are due to the reflection of the light or the infiltration of water mist.