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Ye Xiu fell asleep and his stomach started to hurt, so he woke him up. He pressed his stomach and sat up. Seeing that everyone was watching the video, typing and talking while watching, he was suddenly moved. It was because he was taking care of himself. Did you temporarily adjust your training plan?

Zhou Qun watched his hand pressing his stomach harder and harder, sighed secretly, and asked, "Do you need painkillers?"

"No need." Ye Xiu shook his head, his forehead was covered with sweat.

Su Mucheng has been paying attention to the movement on the sofa, first saw that Ye Xiu had gotten up, so she paused the video and left the seat.

Everyone also stopped. Ye Xiu waved his hands lightly and said, "Go ahead, stop typing, just talk, and I'll listen too."

The discussion became more and more intense, Ye Xiu rarely interjected, the pain became unbearable, he didn't want to bear it anymore, and gestured to Zhou Qun for an injection.

After pushing the painkiller injection, Ye Xiu fell asleep again. Even in such a noisy environment, he still slept deeply.

Su Mucheng carried Ye Xiu's quilt to cover him, he frowned and called out "Mu Qiu" in a low voice.

Su Mucheng's tears almost fell, he still couldn't forget his brother, in his subconscious mind, the only one who covered him with the quilt in the middle of the night was always his brother.

Zhou Qun looked at Su Mucheng's reaction coldly, and understood in his heart that this girl was not Ye Xiu's sweetheart.

It was already 8 o'clock in the evening when Ye Xiu woke up, the needle had already been pulled out, and Zhou Qun had already left. The team members were obviously in the middle of a tense battle.

He felt that his body was still weak and weak, and he seemed to have slept for four or five hours, but it seemed that he hadn't slept. This feeling made him depressed, and he struggled for a long time before sitting up, pouring himself a glass of hot water and taking a few sips , got up and left the training room.

After lighting a cigarette, Ye Xiu took a few puffs, and suddenly felt nauseous. He rushed to the bathroom and retched for a long time, but he couldn't vomit anything. He hadn't eaten for another day, so how could he vomit.Ye Xiu smiled wryly, washed his face with water, looked at his pale ghost-like self in the mirror, and said, "Ye Xiu, we don't have time, we must cheer up."

When we returned to the training room, the team battle was over, and everyone was reviewing the discussion.

Ye Xiu took his seat, took another sip of water, and asked, "What's going on now?"

Yu Wenzhou pointed to the small tea table and said, "Senior, let's have something to eat first."

Only then did Ye Xiu see an insulated lunch box on top of it.He got up and took a mouthful of millet porridge with a spoon, it was still warm, Ye Xiu was not polite, sat down and started to eat.

But the stomach that had been empty for a day didn't want to take anything in. It started to churn after just a few sips. Ye Xiu couldn't bear to vomit, but his stomach didn't let him go. Xiu couldn't bear it anymore, covered his mouth and rushed into the toilet. Zhang Jiale was the fastest, and followed him closely.

After vomiting for a long time, even the bile came out, Ye Xiu finally stopped the vomiting with a heavy breath, his eyes were already reddened by the vomited tears.

Zhang Jiale looked at Ye Xiu with his characteristic melancholy eyes, and asked softly, "Is it really just a gastric ulcer?"

Ye Xiu froze for a moment, rinsed his mouth with water and washed his face, then asked calmly, "Why do you ask that?"

"I just don't think gastric ulcers are that serious. You retired because of this?" Zhang Jiale stared at him intently, trying to read something from his face.

Ye Xiu had no expression on his face. He stretched out his hand to hold his stomach, and said after a long time: "It's really serious. It's been off and on for more than two years since the Challenger League. It's just that I haven't had time to rest and recuperate. That's why I made it like this. I thought I could have a good rest and treatment after retiring, but I never expected to be sent back again." Ye Xiu smiled, and continued: "This fully proves one thing, brother was born for glory."

Zhang Jiale didn't boo him this time, but was silent for a while before asking, "Can I really win the championship?"

Ye Xiu turned his head to look at him, and smiled easily: "Otherwise, what are we going to do? My brother is still sick, so I don't have the mood to coax you to play." After speaking, he patted Zhang Jiale on the shoulder: "Zhang Jiale, even if there is no grandson and flowers Xue Jing, you also won three runner-ups, but this time you don't have me, so you must be the champion!"

Zhang Jiale stared at his back for a long time before chasing him out and cursing, "Master Ye Xiu, what do you mean I'm the champion without you, who the hell are you!"

With a smug smile on his face, Ye Xiu threw him a sentence without looking back: "Brother is the four-time champion!"

That night's training ended at ten o'clock in the evening. This time Ye Xiu went back to the dormitory to get his things before going upstairs to take a shower. Zhou Zekai was standing outside the bathroom waiting for him.

"Why don't you go in? Is it full?"

"Wait for you."

"Let's go together." Ye Xiu said as he walked in, and saw Huang Shaotian sitting on the bench without taking off his clothes.

"Huh? What are you doing sitting there?"

"Wait for you."

"..." Ye Xiu was stunned, and turned to look at Zhou Zekai: "An appointment?"

"Is this still an appointment? You said you fainted several times a day, who dares to let you take a bath alone, and then faint here like yesterday, should we go to the competition or win the championship? Do you want to keep fainting?" Come and scare us..."

"Shaotian," Ye Xiu interrupted him, stroking his forehead distressedly: "You also know that brother is not feeling well these days, can you stop being so noisy? It's really a headache."

Huang Shaotian closed his mouth and looked at Ye Xiu with very hurt eyes, but Ye Xiu didn't look at him at all, he took off his clothes on his own, wrapped a towel and went in to take a shower.

Huang Shaotian froze for a moment, seeing Zhou Zekai looking at him, he was even more embarrassed, his face turned red, Zhou Zekai suddenly realized that this should not be the case, he quickly turned his head to open the locker, and took off his clothes.

Ye Xiu was afraid of getting dizzy again, so he didn't dare to wash for too long, he simply rinsed and came out, but saw Huang Shaotian sitting there alone, wondering what he was thinking.

"Shaotian? Why are you still sitting here? Uncomfortable?" Ye Xiu asked while getting dressed, not forgetting to turn his head to observe Huang Shaotian's face.

Seeing Ye Xiu looking at him, Huang Shaotian, who had been depressed all this time, suddenly became happy: "I knew you still cared about me, right? You don't really hate me that much, do you?"

"Young Master Huang!" Ye Xiu didn't know whether to laugh or cry, it turned out that the sword master was sad for a long time because of his unintentional words, he stroked Huang Shaotian's hair, and said softly: "As long as you don't make such noise, you are still quite cute. "

Lying on the bed for a long time, Ye Xiu only felt tired, but couldn't fall asleep no matter what.Did you sleep too much during the day?Thinking about it, Ye Xiu got up, turned on the computer and hid himself, only to find that the group of professional players was still lively.

They were all discussing the Glory Invitational Tournament, but the players of the national team were not online. Ye Xiu was very relieved. It seemed that everyone was well-measured and had a good time for work and rest.

Ye Xiu thought about it, but still didn't say anything publicly, and poked Bai Shu at [-] privately: "You are Chinese, right?"

Bai Shu was confused for a long time before replying: "Of course it is, what's the matter Ye Shen?"

"It's good to be Chinese. I want to know about the situation in England."

"Oh, so, is God Ye really going to participate in the invitational tournament? It's really enviable."

"As long as you work hard, you should be able to participate in the next session."

"really?"

"Well, let's get down to business."

Ye Xiu didn't show up for breakfast on July 7th. Huang Shaotian guessed that he hadn't woken up yet, so he packed a porridge and buns for him.But Ye Xiu is not in the dormitory. Fortunately, Ye Xiu has a mobile phone now, so he won't be unable to find him forever like before.

Ye Xiu went to the e-sports center, where Feng Xianjun, chairman of the Glory League, was sitting on the sofa reading a newspaper.

"Hi, Chairman." Ye Xiu greeted Feng Xianjun.

"As long as I don't see you, everything will be fine." Feng Xianjun replied with a smile.

"Tsk tsk, you are sincere." Ye Xiu shook his head, and continued to sigh with emotion: "I guess we won't have many chances to meet in the future, so don't miss me."

"I'm so desperate to see you, I can live for two more years."

"How is your health recently?" Ye Xiu asked sincerely.

Feng Xianjun's face immediately changed: "Didn't you cause some trouble again?"

"No way! This is definitely the last time to participate in the competition, even if I want to do something, I'm afraid I won't have a chance." Ye Xiu said regretfully.

Feng Xianjun stared at Ye Xiu suspiciously, feeling that there was something wrong, but he thought about it for a while, and suddenly became vigilant: "Don't make trouble again when you go abroad this time, no one can wipe your ass."

I thought it would provoke Ye Xiu's trash talk again, but unexpectedly, Ye Xiu didn't answer back. There was some unknown meaning in his eyes that made Feng Xianjun's heart sink involuntarily, but then Ye Xiu laughed: "When the team returned triumphantly , will the chairman pick up the plane?"

"of course."

"Then be sure to bring good medicine, I'm afraid you won't be able to help being excited."

"Stinky boy, you don't expect me to order." Feng Xianjun smiled, this is Ye Xiu's style.

Ye Xiu walked around the room, looked at his watch, and became a little impatient: "You called me here in a hurry, why is there no one? Chairman, are you looking for me?"

"It's the director looking for you. However, I just answered the phone and went out. Let me explain to you."

Feng Xianjun handed Ye Xiu a portfolio on the table: "Visas, air tickets, etc. are all in here, and you can take the team uniforms back together. If there is anything inappropriate, quickly change it. The competition center of the General Administration handles all matters related to the competition. Let you, the team leader, take full responsibility, and the center will fully cooperate to ensure that you will be provided with good logistics services, so you have to keep your spirits up and don't make any mistakes."

"This is the rhythm that will kill me." Ye Xiu took the file bag with a smile, opened it casually, opened it, opened it, sealed it, and then kicked the two cardboard boxes in the corner of the room: "Here are the team uniforms?"

"Well, the car has been arranged to wait outside. You count the count first." Feng Xianjun looked at his watch and said, "I have to go. The car is in the yard. I'll go and say hello to the driver."

"Chairman," Ye Xiu called Feng Xianjun and winked at him, "Remember to contact the airport ambulance when you come to pick up the plane."

"Get out!" Feng Xianjun cursed angrily, and left.

Ye Xiu opened the box, roughly counted the number, and asked the driver who was waiting outside to help move it to the car.

When they were about to go downstairs to the training center, Ye Xiu called Tang Hao and Sun Xiang to come down to carry the boxes, and he followed up the stairs shaking his hands.

The team uniform was specially designed and custom-made, it was very beautiful, and everyone was very satisfied, but Ye Xiu found that his team uniform was a bit fat, and it was empty on his body.But he has never cared about these, and he is too lazy to change them.

Su Mucheng pulled his sleeve and frowned: "Didn't you always wear 180? You lost so much weight?"

"Is there?" Ye Xiu felt a little miserable. Isn't cancer just progressive weight loss?

"That's right, Ye Xiu, don't we always wear the same size? Why is yours so fat? Come and try mine." Zhang Jiale took off his team uniform and threw it to Ye Xiu.

Ye Xiu threw it back again: "Boring! Don't waste time, pack up and prepare for the battle."