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The Torch Legend Global Finals is about to open, and this year's organizer is scheduled to be in the mainland, and it is hard to get a ticket for any game.

Before the game, the Torchbearers team received a special "business" commission.

The organizer invited Yu Wenqiu, a TB-Autumn contestant, to attend the closing ceremony as a guest performer. The format of the program is tentatively set to be... singing and dancing RAP.

"...don't go." Yu Wenqiu sat in the training room with a dark face, and said amidst the uncontrollable laughter of his family members, "Do you really think your little dad is a model worker in the league? It's better to be exhausted than to finish the game." Make a show to cheer them up?"

"Hey, that's wrong!" Just clicked his tongue twice, and said, "You should go and cheer up our defeated brother team."

"I'm full and have nothing to do, so why cheer them up?" Yu Wenqiu turned to Wan Sui with a look of disbelief and asked Wan Sui for confirmation, "Captain, can you just deal with him as a traitor in the team with regard to Jia's remarks?" gone?"

"Well," Wan Sui pondered for a moment, then said seriously, "We Qiubao haven't sung or danced for a long time, right?"

Yu Wenqiu's eyes widened for a moment, as if Wan Sui would sell her to the song and dance troupe to supplement the family's income in the next second.

Mi Hu sighed: "It's started, some people started to bully Qiu Bao again."

Wan Sui laughed softly: "Why is it still so funny?"

Diao Cihang knocked on the door of the training room: "Why are you not training one by one...Eras, come here."

Zhuo Jie took the opportunity to hurt: "The majestic Ama, being called around every day, Longyan is hurt."

"Yes, the emperor is furious now." Wan Sui pushed Zhuo Jie's head down vigorously, "You can squat by the door and drink the northwest wind for dinner at night."

meeting room.

"What are you doing with a serious face?" Wan Sui sat down and asked, "What's the matter?"

Diao Cihang sat upright: "Let's talk to you about Qiu Bao's contract renewal. Do you have an ideal amount in mind for the signing fee for the new season?"

Wan Sui smiled, and didn't intend to participate in this matter, so he played Tai Chi: "I only have a share in the team. When did you give me such a big right to speak?"

"Can you be serious?" Diao Cihang felt an inexplicable sense of nervousness, "You all know that the organizer asked him to perform. Did you see it? What did I say before? This is the commercial value of Qiubao, how many people coveting..."

Wan Sui raised his eyebrows, making an offended expression.

"I know, I know, Qiu Bao came to play professionally because of you," Diao Cihang waved his hand, "You look better than Renminbi."

Wan Sui raised his chin, eyes displeased: "Now you have offended two people."

"..." Diao Cihang sighed, "Long Live Lord, I didn't mean that. Of course I know that Qiu Bao is not the kind of person who puts money first, otherwise he wouldn't be here today. I'm thinking about his family. That situation... I'm afraid his parents will regret it in the future."

Diao Cihang said: "Didn't I do some background research? His parents emptied his bank card because his father owed debts in business outside. In case they come back to talk to Qiu Baoshi one day... …You know what I mean, I hope Qiu Bao can save as much family money as possible and be more down-to-earth."

Wan Sui asked: "How much is the price offered by the team?"

Logically speaking, this question should not be disclosed to the team members prematurely, but Diao Cihang still told the truth to Wan Sui, and simply said: "Nine hundred."

"Understood," Wan Sui nodded, and said clearly, "The other team wanted to contact him, so they paid a higher price, right?"

"Yeah. So..." Diao Cihang paused, and although it was wrong, he still said, "I know he won't leave, but I still hope that our side can raise the price as much as possible."

"You can go talk directly," Wan Sui frowned, "Have any difficulties?"

Diao Cihang sighed: "The meaning of the management is to hope that he can take over the performance of the closing ceremony. After all, it is an eye-catching thing, and it can attract new sponsors. With sponsorship, everything is easy to talk about. Qiu Bao As a rookie player, his own price cannot be raised so high, but his status as an idol is particularly attractive, even if it is nine hundred this season, it can rise to one thousand and two next season."

This is the so-called commercial value.

Due to Yu Wenqiu's status as a contestant, the organizer's invitation to perform was at the closing ceremony.

But even at the closing ceremony, it will also affect Yu Wenqiu's state of preparing for the battle wholeheartedly.

If you take this performance, it’s okay to win the game and win the championship, just play it happily—but what if you miss the trophy?

Yu Wenqiu's purpose is very simple, he shoulders one-fifth of the glory of the team, and he is rushing to the championship.As long as the final result of the world competition is not the champion, even if it is the semi-finals or the runner-up... Yu Wenqiu will never be able to stand on the stage of the closing ceremony and perform for everyone.

It's nothing more than joking among the family members in the team. Wan Sui will never make this kind of joke come true, and it will never be possible for Yu Wenqiu to play with such hidden worries.

"This is the global finals, and it's his first world championship." Wan Sui put away his joking demeanor, and his usual peaceful eyes suddenly turned cold, "When you go to answer the call, just say that I said it—carry it to him." One thousand, the clearly marked price is based on strength first, and then commercial value. If there is no achievement, everything is empty talk. They want to make money, so they weigh the importance."

Diao Cihang looked at Wan Sui's expression and was silent for a moment, then said, "I see... let's not mention the performance."

Wan Sui hummed.

Diao Cihang added: "Don't worry, I will definitely try my best to negotiate the price, don't be impulsive, don't use yourself to negotiate terms or something..."

"What conditions do I have to talk about?" Wan Sui smiled lightly, "If you play for another two years, you should retire."

"Retreat! Take my Qiu Bao away after you finish your retreat! Who can bear it!" Diao Cihang pointed at Wan Sui angrily and said, "Just wait for me!"

"Hey, don't get excited, I'll take back what I said just now," Wan Sui raised his hands and promised, "Now we'll start paying attention to health preservation. Let's change the hot pot to mushroom soup at night."

At the end of September, the weather is still not cool.

The family members of the TB team got out of the car and looked up at the shop sign of the mushroom soup pot, all in a daze.

Just looked back at Diao Cihang: "Did you drive at the wrong place?"

Diao Cihang looked at the sky, pretending not to hear.

Zhuo Jie was suspicious: "How about taking us to have a tasty meal for the toothbrush festival before the game? Where's my hot pot?"

Mi Hu flattened his mouth: "Isn't it possible to send us away with a delicious dipping dish?"

Wan Sui put his arms around Yu Wenqiu's shoulders, and walked towards the shop meanderingly: "I like it."

"..." Yu Wenqiu, who was about to criticize a few words, immediately changed his words, "Mushroom soup pot is very good."

The family members gritted their teeth and said in unison: "You are a ruthless, unjust, unprincipled little licking dog!"

Fortunately, the delicious fragrance of the mushroom soup pot still conquered the swearing team members. A group of people forgot about "burying the disrespected captain who changed his mind temporarily" while eating, and even ignored Diao Cihang's dissuasion, and made an appointment After dinner entertainment KTV bureau.

Diao Cihang had a headache: "There is still one week to enter the competition schedule! What's the fuss..."

Juste, who has followed Wan Sui in several World Championships, waved his hand, and he said boldly, "Be normal! Be normal! Is today Saturday? Is it a statutory rest day in our team? No Trouble, we just have to show the courage to treat the college entrance examination as an in-class test..."

Diao Cihang was angry: "Have you ever taken the college entrance examination, you can brag!"

"Hey!" Zhuo Jie interjected, "I have a say in this matter."

Diao Cihang: "..."

In the end, one of Diao Cihang's poor thighs still couldn't twist through this group of arms—with Wan Sui neutral and Yuwen Qiufu singing husband Sui Ye neutral, the family members still got their wish and went to a very formal chain KTV.

The private room was dim, and Just turned on the red, red, blue and blue lighting effects. After drinking too much, he must have said that this is the effect when he kissed and swiped gifts for him when he was doing live broadcasts.

Yu Wenqiu was dazzled, and had reasonable doubts: "I gave you a free gift."

"You you you!" Just stretched out a finger...

Wan Sui narrowed his eyes slightly: "What do you mean?"

Just immediately turned his finger to Wan Sui: "You take care of Qiu Bao."

Zhuo Jie said "the password is correct" with emotion, and turned his head to order a song out of sight and out of mind.

Wan Sui said happily, "Well, I'll take care of it."

The family members sang one after another, crying and howling, and Wan Sui and Yu Wenqiu's normal conversation seemed to be whispering.

Wan Sui held the glass bottle of beer in one hand, and casually embraced Yu Wenqiu's shoulder with the other, and simply leaned close to Yu Wenqiu's ear to talk, looking at it under the ambiguous light, it was like rubbing ears and temples together.

Obviously Wan Sui didn't leave any room in front of Diao Cihang, and categorically rejected the performance, but now he deliberately put on an embarrassing look in front of Yu Wenqiu.

"Qiu Bao," Wan Sui's breath brushed Yu Wenqiu's chin, "The princess probably won't accept that performance, so I don't regret it, huh?"

Yu Wenqiu was a little itchy, and couldn't help reaching out and tugging at his earlobe: "There is nothing to regret."

"Really." Wan Sui noticed his small movements, so he took a beer bottle to freeze Bingyu Wenqiu's ears, and said with a funny smile, "I'm a bit sorry..."

Yu Wenqiu was shivered by the ice, and couldn't help recalling Wan Sui's eyes and appearance when he watched him dance.

Did he twist his waist in front of Wan Sui... or did he swing his hips?

Yu Wenqiu's eyes flickered, and his face quietly heated up.