To play is to win!

"Ah?" Su Wenle asked simply.

He didn't even realize what Guan Hong meant.

At the critical moment, he was so stupid and cute, and the sound he made made his heart itch.

Ren couldn't bear it anymore, Guan Hong was able to stop the full set of teaching videos in his heart from playing repeatedly, and he had tried his best.

Guan Hong was drenched in hot water, and he didn't even dare to look at Su Wenle who was wearing clothes.

"Go out, I will do the rest myself."

"No." Su Wenle's rejection frequency has reached its peak in the past two days. He immediately grabbed Guan Hong's left hand that blocked his eyes, and slapped it down, "I just rubbed the back for you, and the bottom is still not... Er ..."

Eyes moved with the sound, and Su Wenle glanced again, Xiaohong was no longer the Xiaohong he used to be.

Guan Hong stopped covering his eyes, and covered his own instead.

Want face, don't want to talk.

Although Guan Hong covered his face with one hand in a handsome pose, but the swords and bows below... really... made Su Wenle want to laugh.

The sound of water was rushing, and Su Wenle's laughter, which he pretended to cough and hold back, was particularly abrupt.

He understands this kind of secret between men.

It's just that Guan Hong's reaction was too obvious, as if it was shameful.

Su Wenle pretended to be calm, and said in the tone of someone who had been there: "Actually, you can deal with it and pretend I didn't see it."

"...I don't have a hobby of masturbating in front of people." Guan Hong couldn't take it anymore, what is this, does Su Wenle know how terrible things he is talking about?

"Hey!" Su Wenle smirked.

Guan Hongri has his heart.

If it wasn't for the injury to his right hand, he could have pinched this guy against the wall and fucked him till he cried!

The kind that turns over and over again.

There is evil heart but no courage.

Guan Hong's heart was broken, from his cheeks to the back of his ears, and even the back of his neck were flushed.

At this moment, silence speaks louder than sound, and Su Wenle had a smirk on his face, completely unaware of the danger.

"Then I'll come in later, be careful with your right hand, hehe."

"..."

Hey!

He thrust the shower head into Guan Hong's hand and laughed wantonly.

Guan Hong was so angry that he wanted to kick him over, thanks to his fast running.

Even with the door closed, Su Wenle couldn't stop laughing.

Guan Hong is too cute when he is shy.

Sure enough, cuteness has nothing to do with body shape. Guan Hong's ears are completely red, which is so embarrassing.

Looking back, Su Wenle finally understood why Guan Hong was so big.

It is estimated that there has been a reaction from the beginning, bit by bit until now, it is really tolerable.

The masculine self-esteem has recovered a bit, and Su Wenle's slight inferiority complex disappeared.

What's the use of it, it's not pitiful if something goes wrong.

The Guan Hong he imagined was helpless and funny.

No empathy.

It might be inconvenient to injure his right hand, he thought, but although Guan Hong's girlfriend was injured, Guan Hong still has a boyfriend.

It's just that when the boyfriend uses it, the posture must be awkward and not strong, and it will definitely be no problem if it takes more time to get in and get used to it.

After all, that is Guan Hong who is super adaptable, hahaha.

Su Wenle was overwhelmed by his wit, and stood outside the door brazenly and continued to hehehe.

Laugh enough, calm down.

He waited for Guan Hong with his ears pricked up.

Maybe it's because the sound insulation effect is too good, maybe it's because the thin-skinned people deliberately suppress it.

Su Wenle didn't hear a sound.

When Guan Hong came out with a straight face, Su Wenle was another well-behaved and sensible boy.

It's calm, everyone pretends nothing happened.

For Guan Hong, the days of recuperation are sweet and painful, and even feel like years.

Meng Beichuan didn't know how to tell his aunt to buy some ghost things all day long and come back to make soup, and he could sleep so bloody at night that he had to go to the bathroom.

When he gets up, Su Wenle will wake up.

It was like setting an alarm clock on him.

"What are you going to do?" Su Wenle rubbed his eyes and asked.

And Guan Hong is used to answering with a blank face: "I'm going to masturbate, can you help me?"

Then, while Su Wenle shook his head hehehe, he closed the door calmly.

You can't be tactful when facing Su Wenle.

In a life of frankness and shame, Guan Hong has cultivated a thick skin like steel.

Venus won the cup championship without any suspense, and returned home from the competition site.

They can finally talk about the substitute slowly.

In order to maintain the stable operation of the game and prevent accidents, Morning Star needs at least three substitutes.

It is the best way to draw people from the academy team's Venus.

However, it is easy to find a substitute for Venus, but difficult for Morningstar.

The first thing Guan Hong thought of was Zheng Xi.

A top free agent, the strength of the c position is not inferior to his own.

It's a pity that he doesn't know Genji Widowmaker, and he won't go with ms either.

"Zheng Xi goes home three times a week, and spends two days at home on weekends when there is no training or competition. He...you understand?" Meng Beichuan reminded.

Children who have lost their father are very family-loving. If Zheng Xi is to go abroad for half a year, Brother Meng is afraid that even Venus will not want to stay, so he announces his withdrawal again.

In Zheng Xi's mind, career is no longer the most important thing.

Family is.

Guan Hong can understand his mood.

After all, Zheng Xi didn't even see his father for the last time because of going abroad for a competition.

Because of the out-of-town competition, the mother was alone and had an accident.

Zheng Xi is young, and after experiencing the departure of his relatives, it is difficult to be ruthless and give up his family.

Guan Hong regretted it, but he had to face this cruel reality.

He asked, "Where's Gu Kuan, can you come?"

"It's possible to come, but the intensity is not enough." Meng Beichuan and Gu Kuan probably talked about the owl.

This child has just turned eighteen, but the family doesn't control him very much, and it seems that his parents don't care much about his future... So, there is no external force to hinder him from going abroad for half a year.

Just get a visa.

"Just him." Guan Hong said his suggestion, "We have no choice."

There are not many domestic players who can come up with suitable heroes, and even fewer players can sign as adults.

Kang Ting has decided to follow Battle to join Yincheng Take-off, at least from the preseason to the transfer period, they cannot be better than Yincheng to sign him.

Guan Hong squeezed the hard wristband, only to blame him for being too picky and conceited.

If he played a softer policy during the World Cup, maybe Kang Ting would be tricked by him.

Assumptions are assumptions.

Guan Hong knows that he is not good at speaking, which is contrary to his inner character.

People who have never been picky in this life are by his side.

Kang Ting was doomed to be inappropriate from the very beginning.

"Actually, we can abstain." Meng Beichuan said.

The owl preseason is just training, and some teams have publicly stated that they will not participate.

Now, they have special circumstances, and they can handle it like this.

"Let's fight." Guan Hong said, "I also want to know how far our team can go."

There is no team with a single tactic.

To reach the pinnacle of the Overwatch arena, ms must not have any shortcomings.

It's not that he is boasting. According to the coaching staff's daily review and data comparison, Chenxing has lost his performance and is only considered a qualified team.

It's far from great.

The owl is different from ordinary cups and leagues.

It's not a roulette wheel of luck where you throw together a handful of seemingly qualified players and get away with it.

On the road of infinite wheel battle, each team has fifteen opponents, ready to open their tiger's mouth at any time and bite off a piece of the enemy's flesh and blood.

It's not that Guan Hong is making enemies for no reason.

Instead, there is only one champion team on the field.

Everyone, staring at the top position, fought bloody battles.

On the afternoon when ms decided to introduce a substitute, Venus had three players removed.

Gu Kuan in the c position, Gao Qianjin in the tank position, and He Feng in the treatment position.

The tank and the treatment bench were on standby, Gu Kuan went directly to the field, and began to run-in with the ms five-member team.

Without Guan Hong, the paper strength of the c position made everyone feel panicked.

What's even more frightening is the handover of the command position.

"I direct?" Su Wenle looked unbelievable, "But, didn't Lin Xiaoke do a good job?"

The team is led by Guan Hong and assisted by Lin Xiaoke.

The c position takes the overall situation into consideration, decides the lineup, adjusts tactics, and chooses a breakthrough.

Zenyatta sits at the back, observing the battle situation, and directly leads the team in critical moments.

Now that Guan Hong is gone, Lin Xiaoke should be righted.

"Theoretically, this should be the case, but Venus's experiment was very successful. Jian Zhengyu has no problem as a sub-T leader. Leading the team's rhythm seems to be better than leading the healer." Teacher Yang spoke with data, "We estimate The intensity of the owl competition is greater than that of the domestic league, which is about equal to the international competition, so the pressure on the treatment position is greater, and the probability of death is higher, and he may not have time to command. In contrast, the survival rate of the deputy t is high, and the rhythm is more suitable."

Su Wenle was dumbfounded.

It's not a question of whether or not the sub-t belt has rhythm, it's a question of whether he can do it!

It has been less than half a year since he became a professional player, and he has only participated in competitions twice.

Su Wenle was really not mentally prepared for him to be transferred to conducting suddenly.

"Wow, Brother Le will be the conductor from now on!" Zhang Si rubbed his hands, very excited.

Lin Xiaoke said: "It's a good thing that Su Wenle took over as the conductor. I can die peacefully."

"I remember that Su Wenle is quite talented." Zhou Anming thought carefully, and found something wrong, "Isn't the captain of the game sick before? It's appropriate to use the momentum to tell the captain to shut up."

"Hahaha, yes, he is courageous and resourceful, and he is the material to be a conductor." Li Qin praised.

Suddenly promoted, Su Wenle panicked into a Shiba Inu.

He shook his head quickly and said, "I can't, I can't."

The three-legged cat Kungfu who became a monk halfway is also responsible for commanding the whole team, that is really admirable for him.

"Don't refuse in a hurry, you try first." Guan Hong sat behind him, holding a bowl of bastard soup, with the air of a retired veteran cadre strategizing, "I'll teach you."

Teach by hand.

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