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This legend is ten years older than Yu Wenqiu. If there is a gap between the three-year-old generation, there is probably a natural moat between the two, so Illusion did not force them to talk to each other. Instead, they turned on the spare computer in the training room and prepared Get closer to your teammates in the game.

Illusion started chatting with everyone one after another: "When did you long live masters start using such a fancy host? It would be more appropriate for Xiaoqiu to use it."

Wan Sui snorted: "It's a gift from the brand. He really likes it, let's get him a new one."

"No need!" Yu Wenqiu said quickly, "My current one is fine."

"It's pretty good, but I don't like it enough," Wan Sui said casually, "It doesn't deserve a new one. I'll change it with you."

Yu Wenqiu faltered and said nothing, it seemed that he wanted to change, Wan Sui smiled with the corner of his mouth curled up.

Illusion sighed as if remembering something: "Speaking of computers, I won a competition once before. Let's donate something. Didn't you suggest donating a few computers? It's also this kind of gimmicky."

Just hummed twice: "That's right, I don't know if those computers have become the torch..."

Yu Wenqiu was startled suddenly.

Although Illusion has retired for several years, the lean camel is still bigger than the horse. In addition to not being very familiar with Mihu, he still cooperates with Wan Sui and the others tacitly, and his style remains the same as before.

Yu Wenqiu didn't line up with them, and after a while of live broadcast, he went to Mihoo's double row training.

After a while, Mihu knocked on Yu Wenqiu's table while waiting in line, took off his earphones, came over and asked in a low voice, "Qiu Bao, why are you so absent-minded? Is the old captain here to put pressure on you?"

Yu Wenqiu shook his head: "No, you don't have any pressure on me. Where did the pressure come from. I was thinking about the computer..."

Mihoo condemned: "Just thinking about the computer of Long Live Lord? He said that he would definitely give it to you if he gave it to you. It's not too late."

Yu Wenqiu smiled, noncommittal, and continued to rank until it was time for dinner.

Illusion sat down for dinner at the base in a happy mood, and expressed his appreciation for the craftsmanship of the aunts at the base several times, as if what he ate at night was not a bland healthy meal.

He and Wan Sui finished eating first, and went to the kitchen to put the dishes and chopsticks together. On the way, he expressed shock at the fact that Wan Sui learned to use the dishwasher.

Afterwards, Yu Wenqiu also finished eating, and was about to pack the tableware and unfinished dishes into the kitchen. When he walked to the door of the kitchen, he accidentally heard a short chat between Illusion and Wan Sui.

Illusion said: "...I know that you will not be a trifle in picking people into the team. Didn't I fight against all opinions when I brought you into the team? I definitely support you intellectually. His strength also proves your vision. It’s like your strength proves my vision—but I’m sure I’ll still be worried emotionally, it’s unavoidable, so come and see, I’m completely relieved to see.”

Wan Sui seemed to be smiling: "Just say three sentences in total, and don't forget to praise yourself."

Before Illusion walked out of the kitchen, he patted Wan Sui on the shoulder, and when he came out and met Yu Wenqiu who was a few steps away, he smiled kindly, with the expectation and approval of the "older generation" e-sports people in his smile.

After dinner, Wan Sui, as a representative, went to see off the old captain who was about to leave. The family had a rest after dinner and had to go back to training.

In the end, no one expected two people to walk out the door, and three people to come back—Wan Sui, who had gone out to see off someone, sent Illusion away on the front foot, and brought back a middle-aged couple on the back foot.

Sitting on the sofa in the living room, the family members who had just digested food for less than 10 minutes watched with dumbfounded Wan Sui leading the middle-aged couple in.

Yu Wenqiu was puzzled, and quietly asked Zhuo Jie: "... who are they?"

Zhuo Jie seemed a bit cautious, even tidied up his appearance, and pulled Yu Wenqiu to stand up: "It's Wan Sui's parents."

Yu Wenqiu's heart skipped a beat.

Holding a few paper bags in his hand, Wan Sui walked into the living room, put the bags on the tea table, sat down on the armrest of the sofa next to Yu Wenqiu, and said with a bit of a headache: "What day is it today, why are you rushing to see me?" ?”

Wan Sui's parents sat down on the sofa. Although they were middle-aged, they were still hale and hearty. It was as if the ruler greeted Wan Sui.

Wan Sui's father waved to the otaku boys who were standing in a circle: "If you are all sitting, can you still be fined to stand?"

The family hurriedly said twice and sat down tremblingly, and said hello tremblingly again.

Wan Sui's mother showed a faint and helpless smile, but she smiled anyway, and immediately got a lot closer: "Today I brought you an externally applied ointment to relieve muscle strain. Didn't you say it was easy to use last time? Take some."

Everyone quickly said thank you.

Wan Sui lowered his voice and approached Yu Wenqiu: "They are not polite. My mother is a well-known old Chinese medicine doctor. The dog skin plaster she made is really good. You can prepare some later."

Yu Wenqiu was in awe and nodded solemnly.

"What kind of dog skin plaster, something ignorant." Wan Sui's mother stared at her beautifully, shook her head, and then turned her gaze to Yu Wenqiu, "You are Xiaoqiu, you live according to their routine, are you still used to it?" ?”

Wan Sui saw the needle and complained: "This is my mother's ironic concern."

Yu Wenqiu rolled his eyes, stopped his smile, and replied: "I'm used to it, it's quite regular, and I eat well."

Wan Sui's mother said, "Hold out your hand."

Yu Wenqiu looked up at Wan Sui suspiciously. Before Wan Sui could speak, Wan Sui's father snorted, "His consent is required?"

Wan Sui had no choice but to change his words: "My dad was just mocking."

Yu Wenqiu stretched out his hand respectfully and handed it to Wansui's mother.

Wan Sui's mother put her finger on Yu Wenqiu's wrist across the tea table, felt his pulse, and said, "Stick out your tongue."

Yu Wenqiu quickly opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue. Wansui's mother carefully looked at his tongue coating, combined with the pulse condition just now, and said, "Well, you didn't lie to me. You are barely in good health. Are you afraid of the cold in winter?"

Yu Wenqiu blinked in surprise.

Wansui's mother took a look at Wansui.

Wan Sui said, "Understood, prepare the thickest quilt for him in winter."

Wan Sui's father nodded his head in a rare way: "To recruit young people with promising prospects into the team, we must take responsibility in all aspects."

Wan Sui protracted his voice and hummed, but he didn't mean to be impatient, but listened carefully to these instructions: "I know, I will."

Zhuo Jie revealed during the chat that Yu Wenqiu knew that Wan Sui’s mother felt the pulse and looked at the tongue coating is an alternative ritual to express concern. Everyone in the team was cared for by her, including the base aunt and Diao Cihang, as well as the coaches of the first and second teams.

Later, Juste introduced that Wan Sui's mother is a Chinese medicine doctor, his father is a Western medicine doctor, and the family is a combination of Chinese and Western medicine. It is very rare for a husband and wife to live in harmony for decades.

Yu Wenqiu couldn't help but think of what the aunt at the base had told him before, saying that Wan Sui's parents were both professors of medicine, and they originally had high hopes for Wan Sui, hoping that he could inherit the mantle and continue to contribute to the country.

Yu Wenqiu doesn't know how Wan Sui gets along with his parents now, but it seems that even though his parents still don't like Wan Sui's current occupation and Wan Sui's current living environment, they accept it anyway.

To use Wan Sui's mother's ironic concern: "Anyway, it's too late for him to study medicine after he retires, so let's work hard now."

Wan Sui responded with a smile.

It only took about 10 minutes, and Wan Sui's parents got up and prepared to go home after not staying for long.

Wan Sui asked: "It's so easy to see my son, why don't you go down and play with the computer for a while? Isn't the hospital office systemized now, I'll teach you how to use it."

"Do you need it?" Wan Sui's father was annoyed, "I'm busy with your mother, you can play by yourself."

Wan Sui's mother saw that the group of otaku shrank their necks again, so she said softly, "I am taking a break today, and your father came on a different shift, otherwise we wouldn't be able to get together. You are also busy with the competition recently. Come on, let's not delay."

Wansui's mother stood up, walked to Wansui's side, hesitated for a moment, and reached out to touch Wansui's face: "I lost weight."

Wan Sui's posture didn't change a single bit, he only raised his hand, put his palm on the back of his mother's hand, and asked with a smile, "Shall I stick out my tongue for you too?"

Wansui's mother was not polite, she slapped Wansui's face twice to vent her anger, and then took her hand back.

Before leaving, Yu Wenqiu heard Wan Sui's father say to Wan Sui in an unhappy tone: "You don't need to read the messy remarks, you do what you think you should do."

Wan Sui nodded, put his arms around their shoulders, and led them to the door.

The family went downstairs for training.

Yu Wenqiu stayed in the living room that was temporarily empty, and he realized it later... As an indelible idol, he participated in the competition as the starting player, but he was not the one who suffered the most pressure.

It's Wan Sui.

The most stressed person is actually Wan Sui.

How much pressure did the public opinion put on Wan Sui, the legendary successor captain, probably to the extent that the old captain Illusion couldn't stand it anymore, and his parents, who had little contact with him during the New Year holidays, came to visit him in person.

They didn't interfere with Wansui's choice when the team made a decision, nor did they come to greet or cheer before the game started.

They deliberately chose the time when the team won consecutive games and had enough points to advance to the playoffs, and then they breathed a sigh of relief, and finally expressed their restrained concerns and worries.

Yu Wenqiu suddenly felt a pain in his heart.

He also eagerly hopes that he can grow up quickly, so that he does not need others to take responsibility for him, does not need special care, and can maturely and reliably share a little bit of wind and rain for Wan Sui.

When Wan Sui came back, he saw Yu Wenqiu huddled on the sofa in a daze, so he went over and rubbed his hair: "What's the matter, what are you thinking, my parents scared you?"

Yu Wenqiu pursed his lips and shook his head, then raised his hand and stuffed his fingers into Wan Sui's.

Wan Sui was a little surprised, but held his hand without hesitation.

Yu Wenqiu suddenly asked: "What the old captain said...you donated a batch of computers after winning the game. Is it...was it donated to the orphanage where Fall players used to stay?"

Wan Sui was stunned for a moment, and replied: "Yes. The princess signed someone to do the back note before, but she only mentioned it to me when she came back."

Yu Wenqiu's eyes were a little moist.

He sniffed his nose lightly, exerted a little force on his hands, and brought Wansui's hand to his lips, and moved his lips together to kiss Wansui's fingertips, looking a little sticky.

Wan Sui rubbed Yu Wenqiu's lower lip with his thumb, patiently and gently: "What's the matter, you look a little pitiful."

The poor little Yu Wenqiu asked again: "Well, do you remember the first time I came to the base, Jia Dae snatched my program script booklet..."

Wan Sui said, "I remember, I also remember what you wrote."

"I wrote...the last one..." Yu Wenqiu raised his eyes, there was a little water in his eyes, Wan Sui's figure was reflected on his pupils, and it seemed to light up, "Fifteen, if you have a chance, tell him... "

"Followed by three dots, an ellipsis," Wan Sui really remembered, and asked, "I've always wanted to ask, what do you want to tell me?"

Yu Wenqiu smiled: "Tell him if you have a chance, I like him very, very much."

Wan Sui didn't know why Yu Wenqiu had this whim.

But he still leaned over and lowered his head, and gently kissed the occasionally inexplicable but always very cute little friend.