God Yan anchor has been sealed again

Xuewei took out his ID card and gave it to him, which happened to be the back side up, revealing only the invitation code of the tournament committee.

The light in the safe passage was dim, and he couldn't see clearly at all, but Wen Man didn't let go of his wrist: "It's so late, don't wander outside, return to the team quickly. Come here."

Xuewei thought for a while, then pointed at the girl behind him.

Wen Man glanced back, took off his coat, and handed it to the girl: "I'm busy with work, sorry, let's talk about it later."

The girl looked at his coat, then at Xuewei behind him, her eyes were red with anger: "Work, work, do you think of other people besides work?"

She took the jacket, then fell to the ground, stomping on the stiletto heels, and even her tone changed: "I will be blind if I run after you in the future! You are waiting to be single for the rest of your life, Wenman!"

Then he turned and left with a slender and beautiful back.

Wen Man was not angry at all, he picked up the coat, patted it clean carefully, and handed it to Xue Wei casually.

Xuewei: "?"

"With the water cup wrapped, it won't be so hot." Wen Man said.

Xuewei then wrapped the water glass with his jacket, and finally he could fully hold the water glass with his hands.

The two walked towards the exit of the safe passage.

Wen Man was silent and did not speak, Xue Wei glanced at him.

Fortunately, there is no media nearby, otherwise it will be in the headlines tomorrow.He recognized it, the beautiful sister just now is the host of this World Championship, she resigned from the job of the news core and transferred here.

Probably everyone will be stupid about love.

Wen Man was silent, Xue Wei was also very quiet, his pace was slightly behind him, and he followed him out.

He looked down at the road, and suddenly heard Wen Man start to speak in a low voice, he raised his head, but found that it was Wen Man who answered the phone instead of talking to him.

"Well, come here right away, let them gather at night to discuss this tactic."

After a while, Wen Man said lazily, "Exhibition games? We don't have exhibition games, we play them all as training matches."

"The European FEC Triple Champions are here. Knife won't want to be beaten by me in an exhibition match. They will fight seriously." Wen Man said leisurely, "What's more, I am here, and they don't want to only see me Play peek-a-boo mode."

Wen Man slightly raised his hand, part of the voice inside leaked out, and it seemed to be Alan's voice on the opposite side: "Then I won't sleep tonight, the bishop and I will go back first, what do you want for supper tonight?"

"Wait a minute." Wen Man seemed to have thought about it for a while, but couldn't come up with any tricks, so he poked Xue Wei's back collar, "Student, do you have any supper you want to eat?"

Xuewei slammed his hand away, and he raised his eyes, the black eyes were vigilant like a small animal.

At this moment, his loneliness and indifference were forced out at this moment.

He doesn't like close contact.

Especially guard against sudden close contact.

Wen Man's hand paused, put it down, and then said to the phone: "Drink porridge at night, seafood porridge, stewed softer. Every team counts the number of people, and will give away one."

Wen Man's phone call ended, and the two of them walked out of the safe passage.

Under the hotel, the members of the national team gathered together, waiting for the vehicle to pick them up.

The first thing they saw was Wen Man coming over: "Team Wen! You're so handsome on the field today, we thought you weren't going to eat if you didn't come."

"I'm not going to eat anymore. I have to go back to the hotel first. You guys should eat well and rest well. Play the exhibition game seriously tomorrow." Wen Man said.

"Ah—let's go together! Just have a meal!" The people from the next few teams also came to join in the fun. They were obviously a bunch of old men, but they collectively turned into monsters, "Do you want to have dinner with Wenshen— —”

Wen Man was ruthless: "Go away."

He stepped into the hotel gate, staggering slightly away from Xuewei.

Xuewei stopped, flipped the phone, and checked the location of the floor.He had saved pictures before, but now he is too lazy to look them up, so he sent a message in the group.

They had a group of four called "Two Thighs and Two Lying Dogs."

NOW: "I forgot which floor and room number we were on."

Stubborn Stone quickly replied: "1604, Block A, just get out of the elevator and open the door."

Xuewei replied "thank you", then put the phone back into her pocket.

He looked up at the door of the hotel, stopped, waited for half a minute, and then walked in.

The hotel is resplendent and magnificent, the marble floor echoes with the sound of footsteps, Xue Wei turns into the elevator hall, and her footsteps pause again.

Wen Man is still there.

He looked down at his mobile phone, the dark green pendant fell down from his ear, and his side face was silent and sharp.

There are a total of eight elevators on the west side of the elevator hall, and all of them are idle now, stopping on the first floor, and Wenman's station is No. [-] elevator.

I don't know why, but he didn't go up for a long time.

Xuewei looked at him, then looked away, and pressed the button at the farthest elevator No. 1.

"Ding", the elevator door opened in response, Xuewei walked in, just about to press the door to close, suddenly heard a low voice "wait a minute", then a slender hand blocked the elevator door, and the owner of the hand walked in.

Wen Man said, "Thank you." He lowered his head and flipped through the messages on his phone.

Xuewei stood back in an orderly manner.

The inner wall of the elevator was as smooth as a mirror, Xuewei stared at her appearance: she was still tightly wrapped, only a pair of eyes were exposed.

Ordinary youth trainees who can't speak in front of the team are like this. They usually don't have a chance to talk to them. At most, they say hello.

The sixteenth floor arrived soon, and when it was opened, Wan Shi and Zhao Xiaoyi were standing outside.

They first saw Xuewei with a surprised expression, but then they saw Wenman next to him—the expression almost exploded.

However, no one spoke. After Xuewei walked out of the elevator, Zhao Xiaoyi said stammeringly: "Wow, hello, Team Wen..."

Stubborn Stone also said: "Hello, Team Wen."

"Hello." Wen Man also stepped out of the elevator, and he glanced at them, "Are you here to pick up your teammates?"

"Uh-huh."

"Take a good rest, have fun, and remember to train." Wen Man walked towards the room, "Zhao Xiaoyi, this time the world's top free agent has come to the league. You and the stubborn stone can watch his style of play. man, only by one's own free men or assaulters."

Zhao Xiaoyi and Yan Shi were stunned at the same time, and their footsteps also stopped.

But Wen Man didn't stop, he swiped his card to enter the room, and the door closed before their eyes.

Xuewei took a few steps, and found that their room was diagonally opposite, and the door was open.

Dangdang poked his head out from inside: "You just happened to meet? They are afraid that you will not feel well, so they plan to go down to pick you up."

"What's the matter, why don't you talk?"

"He actually remembers me." Zhao Xiaoyi had a dreamy expression on his face, "We only met Wenshen once in the passerby game. I was still playing in the secondary league at that time. I never met him. He He actually recognizes me and remembers me."

The stubborn stone didn't speak either.

He also didn't expect Wen Man to remember him, or even his location.

He himself forgot that he was an assaulter - when Sword God played today, he didn't even have the slightest thought of observing the opponent's style of play.

The opponent is the number one free man in the world.

"You just know?" Dangdang said, "He is terrible. I heard from the people in the youth training camp... Wenshen knows everyone's position, style of play, and operational ability in the professional league. Don’t forget, this is why he chooses so accurately every time, and can see the most suitable position for each person every time.”

"I'm numb, I'm really numb, he actually remembers me." Zhao Xiaoyi was about to cry, "Damn it, it's worth waiting two more years to retire."

"And I heard that he doesn't even need to watch the replays after the game, he remembers every detail. We play professionally, and the memory update requirements for real-time information and map information are very high."

Dangdang said, "His memory is really good, especially remembering people."

Xuewei sat down at the table, opened her coat, and took out the thermos cup inside.

Seeing the coat, his hand paused for a moment, then picked it up and stood up.

"Naozai, what are you doing?"

"One more thing." Xuewei replied briefly.

He walked out of the door, gently closed the door, and came to the door of the room diagonally opposite.

At this time, most people were having dinner, and the corridor was quiet.

He hangs his sport coat on the doorknob.

The inductive combination lock "tipped" once, and a false alarm was issued. The door handle was metal, too slippery, and couldn't hang on it, so it fell directly to the ground.

There were footsteps coming from inside, getting closer to the door.

Xuewei originally picked up the coat and was about to hang it up again, but when she heard the sound of footsteps, she simply threw it on the ground, then quickly ran back to the room and closed the door.

Alan took the elevator up and saw exactly this scene.

Wen Man's hair was wet, with a towel hanging on his shoulders, he looked down at the crumpled coat at the door.

"What's the matter, Team Wen, what are you doing?" Alan walked over to have a look.

Wen Man picked up his coat, walked into the room, and said lazily, "Someone else is here to return the clothes."

"what?"

"I borrowed a coat for a little boy." Wen Man threw the coat into the laundry basket, "I thought he would wash it for me and return it to me in person. It ended up being thrown at the door of the room."

And it hasn't been washed yet.

Alan almost laughed: "You're chasing girls, borrowing coats and going back and forth, a bunch of old men who will help you do the laundry."

"Yes." Wen Man fell back on the bedside, his peach blossom eyes slightly closed, and his tone was indifferent, "It's difficult to talk to him."