Our team is not allowed to fall in love

The AIM interview is over, and the next step is ACT.

It was revealed that the team members were sleeping fans, and of course Ink became the host's key bombing target.

When Ink passed them by, his face almost wrinkled into a bitter gourd: "Oh, it's over, it's over, I almost forgot all the manuscripts our manager gave me."

"Just play on the spot. You should know what to say and what not to say." Lu Miaozhou patted him on the shoulder, "Go, remember to treat me to dinner after the spring competition is over."

Ink just wanted to refute why he treats guests, but when he turned his face and saw Cheng Xi whose face was half red and half white, he swallowed his rebuttal.

All right, after all, compared to Zhou Shen's second half of his life's happiness that was almost ruined, his temporary pain is nothing, he treats him!

There was no special car to pick them up when they returned to the base, so Lu Miaozhou hailed a taxi, and the two of them got in it.

The driver was a young man, and since they sat in the back seat, he kept glancing at their team uniforms.

Looking around like this, the young man slammed on the brakes at the intersection, and Cheng Xi, who closed his eyes and meditated, was so startled that his forehead almost hit the seat in front of him.

Lu Miaozhou quickly pulled the young master, his long and narrow phoenix eyes exposed outside the mask showed a cold look: "Please concentrate on driving."

Even for the players of "Wasteland", it's okay for their fans to chat with each other when they meet, but it's too much to be distracted while driving.

The young man's cool and slightly deep voice was very recognizable, and the driver's expression changed as soon as he finished speaking.

"Are you sailing?"

He drove the car through the intersection and pulled over.

There seemed to be something wrong with the atmosphere, Cheng Xi glanced at the young man beside him for some confusion, and was about to ask the driver why he stopped suddenly, when he heard the driver sneer.

"Get out of the car, I don't send away match-fixers, nor do I send licking dogs!"

"It's really unlucky to receive such a list at night."

Cheng Xi was stunned for a moment, and then realized that their luck was really good, and they could meet black fans even if they took a taxi.

The boy retorted subconsciously: "Sailing did not fight fake matches, WPL officials issued a statement two years ago..."

"Didn't play a match-fix? Both of his teammates collected money. If he didn't participate, how could there be evidence that his teammates took money to play a match-fix? It's obviously an uneven distribution of spoils!"

The young man sneered: "As for the official statement, only fools believe it. It's because they are afraid that if such a thing happens to a star player, the honor of the domestic world championship will be lost, so it is maintained?"

"Why did he retire with a guilty conscience if he didn't play fake matches? After seeing the limelight for the past two years, he wants to come back to make money again? Damn! What the hell, there are such players in the circle, and the games are played like shit!"

It was the first time for Cheng Xi to encounter such a thing, and his heart was burning with anger. He would ask the room manager to silence all such remarks in the live broadcast room, and sometimes he felt his teeth itch when he thought about it.

Fortunately, he has scolded Lu Miaozhou in front of him! ?

"you--"

Cheng Xi was thinking about swear words in his mind, and the young man who had never learned much swearing got stuck for a while, and the young man beside him covered his mouth with a mask.

The young man's voice was flat, without sounding angry: "Please open the car door and show your work number."

The young man glanced at him vigilantly: "What do you want my job number for? Oh, report it, right? You can complain, but I won't send a dog for a fake match!"

Cheng Xi finally remembered two swear words, and the young master couldn't wait to say them to regain some ground, but Lu Miaozhou tightly covered his mouth, and could only stare at the person beside him with a flushed face.

"Xiaoxi, the league doesn't allow players to say anything, have you forgotten?" After the young man whispered in his ear, he pushed open the car door with the other hand.

He turned to the vigilant young man and said, "Complaint? Then you really think too much, and wasting 5 minutes to complain and compensate me is enough for me to earn thousands of gifts on the live broadcast platform."

"You fucking—"

"I want your job number, just so that I don't meet you again next time, so as not to waste my time, understand?"

Lu Miaozhou pulled Cheng Xi out of the car, closed the door, and then lightly opened the hand covering Cheng Xi, looking into the boy's eyes covered with a thin layer of water vapor.

Cheng Xi's pupils were very light in color, and under the dark sky in the evening, they looked a little dim, which made people feel even more distressed.

Lu Miaozhou frowned slightly, his heart was so soft that he didn't care that the young master was still having a temper with him, so he coaxed him.

"Xi God has been playing professionally for several years, and he has encountered thousands of trolls, if not tens of thousands? Why can't you hold your breath?"

He knew that Cheng Xi's temper had always been good, otherwise fans wouldn't like to call him Xi Zai.

Except after he announced his comeback, Cheng Xi swears at the trolls to defend him in the live broadcast room, at other times, no matter how the trolls scold Cheng Xi himself, Cheng Xi will not reply, and there is no negative hot search.

Xishen couldn't hold his breath, but he couldn't hold his breath in his affairs.

"You obviously didn't play a match-fixing match, but he spoke so harshly in front of you, I just... can't get angry."

Cheng Xi replied sullenly, with shallow eyelids, unable to hold back tears, just as he was about to lower his head to cover up, Lu Miaozhou's hand had already reached out.

With the pulp of his fingers, he gently wiped away the tears that had not yet flowed from his face.

"It doesn't matter, some things just have a clear conscience... There are so many people in the world, and we are not RMB, how can everyone like it?"

During rush hour, although they haven't reached the city center yet, the traffic on the street is already quite large.

If it weren't for their black and white team uniforms that were not so conspicuous, and they even wore masks, they would have been surrounded by fans who recognized them after standing for a few minutes.

Lu Miaozhou took Cheng Xi's wrist, took the sullen young master to a remote alley, and called a taxi on his mobile phone again.

"Don't worry, I also recorded the conversation in the car just now." Lu Miaozhou lowered his voice and said slowly, "Xiaoxi, go back to the base, don't tell Wood and the others about this, so as not to make everyone feel uncomfortable ,OK?"

Cheng Xi nodded lightly, being blown by the cold wind on the street, the heat on his cheeks due to anger finally subsided a little.

"...I'm sorry, Brother Lu. If I swear just now and he recorded it and posted it online, maybe our team..."

As the Spring Split approached, the officials took strict measures against players for swearing at others. If it was really exposed, fines would be a trivial matter. If they were suspended, AIM would really be over for this year.

"It's okay, didn't you say it?" Lu Miaozhou watched the young man's expression return to normal little by little. With a thought, he gave a low laugh and continued, "Xiaoxi will protect me, I am very happy."

Cheng Xi's eyes flickered a few times.

The boy replied in a low voice: "Then I... will always protect you from now on."

[The author has something to say: Ask every day, when will Zhou Xi be together?]