The Whole World Thinks I'm a Woman Disguised as a Man

Duan Wenzheng's words stunned Zhou Wangqing for a while, he couldn't remember what he had said to Duan Wenzheng in the training room.

Or he talked too much and didn't know which sentence he was referring to.

"Say it again and give me the resources to share."

"..."

Duan Wenzheng's kind reminder made Zhou Wangqing choke. He didn't know whether to thank Duan Wenzheng for such a kind reminder, or: "Duan Wenzheng, can you stop being so thick-skinned? Did you repost Weibo for me? How dare you follow me?" Do I want it again?"

"I have a bad memory, what are you talking about?"

Zhou Wangqing looked weird, he looked at Duan Wenzheng suspiciously for a while, and finally said: "That's the one..."

"That?" Duan Wenzheng narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Of course it is..." Zhou Wangqing chuckled: "The one that men can read...Of course I don't know the version you read, but I went to buy it for you on purpose. How can you turn your face? Do you not recognize anyone?"

Duan Wenzheng didn't answer him, but the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and there was a faint smile in his tone: "It turned out to be like this..."

Zhou Wangqing looked at him blankly: "What do you mean? Why don't you seem to know, isn't it what you asked for from me..."

Duan Wenzheng was brought back to his thoughts by Zhou Wangqing's rare brain circuit, and there was still an unconcealable smile on his lips:

"Yes, there is such a thing."

"..."

Duan Wenzheng patted Zhou Wangqing's shoulder as he spoke: "It's late, go to bed."

Zhou Wangqing was pushed and shoved towards the room with a suspicious expression on his face. He felt that the person behind him was smiling too strangely, so he glanced suspiciously before walking towards the room.

But just as he opened the door and was about to return to the room, Duan Wenzheng called Zhou Wangqing to stop again, and he shook his phone——

"By the way, I accidentally lost the video you sent me last time, please send me another copy."

"..."

……

The eight-to-four competition came as scheduled, and several members of LGW played steadily and successfully won the tickets to the finals of the semi-finals.

Xue Lan also breathed a sigh of relief.

This is their first game since Wen Yan left the team. Xue Lan used to follow Wen Yan when he made a charge, but now the second team's substitute players follow behind him just like he used to. It took Xue Lan a long time to adapt to his inference and guidance.

But what surprised Xue Lan the most was that when Zhou Wangqing was a rear assaulter, there were always some small omissions in the cooperation with Lu You, but in the recent period, the cooperation between Zhou Wangqing and Lu You It's getting better and better, and even the eight-to-four game was outstanding.

Everyone was very surprised and appreciated this.

Zhou Wangqing looked at them and smiled helplessly: "What? I can't fight well?"

Lu You cleared his throat in embarrassment: "No, it's just that you have never been good at attacking from behind..."

"No one is really good at anything..." Zhou Wangqing laughed at himself: "It's because I didn't think too much before, I always thought there was..."

Zhou Wangqing glanced at Xue Lan who was at the side, and didn't finish his sentence, but instead said, "It's because I thought wrong before, and now I find that attacking from the back position is quite suitable for me."

Then he giggled and changed the subject.

But Xue Lan knew that it was because he wanted to take into account his own feelings, so he didn't say something like "Because he was gentle in the past, so he didn't need to think about those things".

Zhou Wangqing was not like this before.

He won't be so cautious, and his nerves won't be delicate enough to observe and take into account other people's feelings.

Zhou Wangqing's previous carefree, Xue Lan's own ease, and his current growth and change, in the final analysis, are just because the person who helped them resist everything is gone.

Xue Lan picked up the phone, thinking about how to tell Wen Yan the news.

At this moment, Wen Yan's phone call came in.

Xue Lan was overjoyed, and quickly picked up the phone: "Captain!"

His voice instantly attracted a few people who were chatting happily, and they all came to his side at the same time.

Xue Lan saw that everyone was sticking to their ears one by one, and hurriedly set the phone to hands-free.

"Now I'm not the captain anymore." Wen Yan's sneer came from the other end of the phone: "I just watched your live broadcast of the match, Captain, congratulations on your successful promotion to the semi-finals."

"No, no, you will always be the captain in my heart." Xue Lan was a little embarrassed by his words: "How is the operation going? Everyone is very worried about your condition."

"The doctor said he's recovering well."

Wen Yan's voice had a gentler tone than before, which made Xue Lan's high hanging heart finally calm down.

Knowing that Wen Yan will be fine is one thing, but hearing that everything is going well for him, Xue Lan finally breathed a sigh of relief: "Then when will you come back?"

"It may be too late for the domestic competition. I will definitely go back before the international competition." Wen Yan paused, then suddenly said: "Exist, you..."

"Doesn't work for the domestic competition?" Zhou Wangqing said in frustration, "Will it take that long..."

"Zhou Wangqing, is it necessary to trouble the captain for the domestic competition?" Duan Wenzheng snorted.

"When Wind says what time it is! Don't interrupt!" Xie Zhinian punched Zhou Wangqing on the head, and several people began to talk to Wen Yan about the excitement during the game and the pain during training. fun.

Wen Yan listened carefully to what they were talking about, and occasionally answered a few words gently when asked.

Xie Zhinian kept talking about how hard they worked, and that there must be no problem getting a place in the World Championships, so that Wen Yan could rest assured to recover from his injuries.

The tone was as if they just played not eight to four, but the qualifiers for the World Championship.

"Okay, now all the top four teams have come out, us, Thunder, BTR and Phantom Team." After hanging up the phone, Xie Zhinian's expression became solemn just now, and the words he said were completely different: " The strength of these three teams should not be underestimated, and you all take care of yourself, since you promised Wind that he can win the championship without him, play hard and don't let him down."

No one said anything about his face-changing and everyone agreed, they just agreed in unison.

Xie Zhinian nodded: "The lottery for the semi-finals will be drawn on the day of the opening ceremony of the finals, so which team we will play against will only be known on that day."

"That means—"

Xie Zhinian's voice was solemn: "During the period before the finals, you must be proficient in dealing with the three teams of Thunder, BTR and Mirage. Also, Reset, you can't relax in your single match."

Duan Wenzheng replied in a low voice: "Understood."

Xie Zhinian was very satisfied with everyone's reaction, he nodded, and continued to ask everyone to have a hot pot dinner in the lounge before leaving the training room.

After the semifinals were announced, "Dawn of Doom" left a month of preparation time for the top four contestants, and the domestic finals were also scheduled for the July-August holiday.

There will also be a buffer period of two months before the World Finals. Xue Lan is looking through the situation of the three teams while calculating... According to Wen Yan, it is possible that he will not be able to return to the club until after September?

Xue Lan was watching intently, but didn't notice when Duan Wenzheng walked to his side.

"Don't worry, no matter which team we draw, there will definitely be no problems." He put his hand on the back of Xue Lan's chair naturally, leaned over and asked affectionately: "How long is it before the next game?" There is enough time, now let's go to eat first?"

Xue Lan hurriedly paused, looking at Duan Wenzheng, who had a particularly gentle smile.

Duan Wenzheng has been... very strange recently.

It wasn't that he said anything strange, but that when he was talking recently, the smile on his face made Xue Lan feel as if she was the dinner he was about to eat.

For some reason, Duan Wenzheng suddenly became in a surprisingly good mood. Even recently, Zhou Wangqing was repeatedly jumping on the verge of death, but he just pretended not to see it. atmosphere.

Recently, for the eight-to-four competition, everyone focused on the competition, and he and Duan Wenzheng rarely had the opportunity to be alone.

In the past few days, Duan Wenzheng has been in an uncharacteristically happy mood, which made Xue Lan heave a sigh of relief, and temporarily put the matter of the two of them aside, devoting himself to training for the battle.

But Xue Lan felt that something was wrong with him now!

"I, I'm not hungry."

"What's wrong?" Duan Wenzheng didn't seem to notice Xue Lan's eyes full of fear, he pulled out the chair and sat down beside him again.

"Aren't you going to eat?" Seeing that the two of them didn't move, Zhou Wangqing greeted them as they walked out, "Aren't you going to eat?"

"You guys go first." Duan Wenzheng responded, then turned his gaze back to Xue Lan again.

Xue Lan looked at Zhou Wangqing who was about to walk out the door, and hurriedly tried to stand up.

But Duan Wenzheng pulled his seat over and sat him down again, looking at him with a half-smile: "Didn't you say you're not hungry?"

"..."

Duan Wenzheng is like a hunter who has been dormant for a long time. After giving the prey enough time with patience during this period, he brings the prey back to his side in a playful way.

"The domestic finals are one month away." From the corner of his eye, he glanced at a few people who were chatting and laughing as they left the training room, and pulled Xue Lan's seat closer to his side: "Since you are not hungry, let's chat now." Anything else?"

"Talk, talk about what?"

Xue Lan didn't know what he was going to say, but glanced cautiously at his side, as if preparing to wait for an opportunity to escape if something went wrong.

Duan Wenzheng fixed his seat without any trace, cut off his retreat, and looked at those eyes that were tinged with panic because they knew the danger, but they didn't know what was going to happen.

Like a cowering little rabbit.

"Just tell me..." Duan Wenzheng approached unconsciously, his voice sounded like a whisper or a kiss in his ear: "How did you watch the video recently...how did you learn?"