God Yan anchor has been sealed again

Wen Man broke two pieces of chocolate for him, but Xuewei didn't have time to react, and after being forced to eat two pieces, she had the strength to step back, her voice was muffled: "I'm fine."

He lowered his head and didn't look at him.At close range, you can smell the strawberry flavor, slightly sweet and warm breath.

The heating was on in the training room, and it was scorching hot. Everyone else took off their single clothes, but he only unzipped his down jacket. Inside was a furry turtleneck sweater wrapped around his chin with a scarf and a mask. I didn't take it off, only showing a pair of beautiful almond eyes.

Alan and the team doctor heard the news, entered the training room together, squeezed past others, and rushed over: "What's going on?"

Wen Man: "Hypoglycemia."

Xuewei: "Hypoglycemia."

The two said this sentence almost at the same time.

The team doctor said: "Just now the store owner called me and said that a young trainee seems to have hypoglycemia. Is that you? Come here and let me take a look."

"I'm fine." Xuewei is not a character who likes to cause trouble for others. He stood up, put on his hat, wrapped his down jacket inside, and spoke quickly, "This coach helped me find something to eat. I'm ready."

Seeing that he was speaking at a normal speed and that he was able to stand up, the team doctor was a little relieved: "Then come here and follow me back to the lounge. I'll get you some glucose and you take it back to the team."

"No, thank you coach." He seemed to call everyone he met, "The team still has a training camp at one o'clock in the afternoon, and I have to go back first."

"Training?" The team doctor froze for a moment.

"Team EGT." Xuewei quickly packed up her things, picked up the plastic bag, and quickly thanked the group of people in front of her with a very polite tone, "Thank you teachers. I'm fine."

He quickly slipped through the crowd and stepped into the cold wind outside.

The phone in Wen Man's pocket rang, and at the same time, Alan also received a message.

Alan took out his phone and glanced at it: "Team Wen, the people and sponsors from the league competition are here to talk about the transfer period."

Wen Man glanced at the door, paused, and then said, "Okay. Let's go first."

Xuewei walked out of the e-sports park and waited for the No. 11 bus to go back.

The cold wind was blowing, Xuewei pulled down the scarf, raised her dark eyes, and glanced in the direction of the e-sports park.The youth trainees were all disbanded, in twos and threes hooked their shoulders, glanced at him from time to time, and talked about what happened in the training room just now, everyone had an unspeakably weird expression on their faces.

"Related account?"

"Relationship households don't want to hear about God and Coach Alan sending things like this...Have you met this person before?"

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Xuewei took out the earphones from her pocket and started listening to music.

At 12:[-], he returned to the EGT team and bought a pancake by the side of the road.

Pushing open the door of the EGT club, there was a choking smell of smoke and the smell of takeaway food.

The three people in the room are doing everything, but they are not training.

EGT has ranked last in points for two consecutive seasons, failed to make the regular season, and investors have long since disappeared without a trace.

There is only one reason why this shabby team has not closed down yet, and that is that the national team hand-picked them as a sparring team, responsible for learning and replicating the styles of foreign teams, and then sending them to each team for sparring.Commonly known as being beaten.

"Are you back? It's cold outside." Zhao Xiaoyi put on a mask on the sofa. He originally signed up for the scheduled competition with Xuewei today, but he didn't go because he was afraid of the cold. "How did you do in the exam?"

Xuewei took a bite of the pancake: "I don't know."

Zhao Xiaoyi is not really concerned about his test results: "Your equipment has been repaired, and the master has come to the door. I saw that you still have live broadcast equipment?"

Xuewei said "hmm": "There is a live broadcast time in the contract, I also want to try live broadcast. Maybe it will be popular."

"The boss who signed the contract with you has run away, and you are still thinking about the duration of the live broadcast." Zhao Xiaoyi looked at the serious face of the young man in front of him, and laughed with a "poof": "Give up, you have no future, just dawdle Wait until you retire."

Xuewei was signed to their team the year before last. At that time, EGT was still able to play in the playoffs. In the past two years, things have changed, and the team has been in a slump. Anyone with a little brain knows not to jump into the fire pit, and he just jumped into this fire pit.

Three days ago, Xuewei came here with a schoolbag on her back, and only said: "Health is a little better than before, so he came here."

It snowed heavily outside that day, his lips were so cold that the blood was gone, and his whole body was as pale as a paper doll.

He has a cold personality and doesn't like to talk. Everyone in the team ignores everyone and does their own things. Only Zhao Xiaoyi can talk to him because he is the same age.

Xuewei sat down on the sofa and logged into the website while eating pancakes.

Zhao Yi was paralyzed to the side, and suddenly screamed: "Damn it, Wenshen went to see the youth training students today? Is it true?"

He got up suddenly, turned his head and asked him: "Is it true? I saw someone said on the forum that Wenshen gave chocolates to a young trainee, wdnmd, this is too outrageous, I don't believe it! "

Xuewei bit the pancake, but didn't make a sound.

"Damn——" Zhao Xiaoyi continued to flip through the post, almost crying, "I actually missed the chance to meet the real Wenshen! Fuck me—tell me quickly, how is the real Wenshen? And online Is it as handsome as you see?"

"A real person..." Xuewei logged into the training camp while eating pancakes, "He is more handsome than on TV."

"Is it tall?" Zhao Xiaoyi was flipping through the posts, spitting all over with excitement, "There were fans in the entertainment industry who insisted on comparing their heights."

"It's quite tall." Xuewei said, "He has to bow his head to pass the door of the training room."

"Day, how handsome is that real person." Zhao Xiaoyi screamed, "I can!"

Xuewei finally looked away from the training camp and asked, "Aren't you straight?"

"I am, but if Wenshen is on the opposite side, it's not impossible for me to be 0..." Zhao Xiaoyi was a little shy.

"Oh." Xuewei turned her gaze back again, "He seems...a straight man."

Zhao Xiaoyi saw that he didn't respond, "Aren't you a sniper? You are not excited when you see him? Damn, if I were you, I would ask for an autograph on the spot! If I were the youth trainee who was given chocolate by him, I would Just engrave my name and his name on the chocolate, and pass it down as a family heirloom... On that day, who is the lucky one who was given chocolate by the news team?" What is their relationship? "

Xue Wei paused, and said, "It's a relationship with a stranger."

Xuewei put on her earphones.

The fluorescent light from the computer was reflected on his fair face, just like his reaction that day, quiet and silent, like a green rose standing under a white wall.

He adjusted the live broadcast equipment.

The platform prompts: "Because you are under 18 years old, it is forbidden to show your face live~"

He clicked on the registration page of the official website.

Professional players do not have their own ID, so it cannot be said to be rare, it can only be said to be unique.

He filled in the word "snow" in the registered nickname, which showed that it was already taken, so he removed the initial s.

The simple vocabulary now is not occupied, and the registration is submitted quickly and successfully.

"Training match?"

The head coach checked the schedules of each team over and over again, "Where did EGT have any training matches? During the transfer period, all major teams are on vacation, so how could EGT still have training matches?"

"Laughing, Brother Wen was cheated!" Alan was watching the excitement beside him, and he didn't think it was a big deal. Brother Jianwen, I can't wait to chop off the hand I shook with him and frame it for preservation..."

The team doctor was drinking coffee happily, "The kid seems to be in a hurry to catch the bus. The direct line of No. 11 will be closed at twelve o'clock at noon."

Wen Man leaned back on the chair, held a dart in his hand, squinted his eyes and aimed at the bull's-eye five meters away, and hit it with one shot.

"Speaking of which, Team Wen, there are still a few performance standards for youth trainees that haven't been determined yet. Please help me refer to them." The head coach threw the materials over to him, "There are two."

"One is from the second team, the one that plays sniper, the ID is clear, and the mother team is the SSQ giants team, which is very popular recently." The head coach said. "His personal fans in the live broadcast room are almost 8000 million. If he still can't make it to the first team, his fans can blast our base."

Wen Man took a glance, cold and heartless: "C."

The head coach was very tactful: "I know you don't like him. He has not cooperated with the team training countless times...but the sponsors have also invested heavily in him. What they mean is that they hope he can at least stay in the youth academy. He Recently, he is an image ambassador for the new generation of youth... We need to set a good role model image in the e-sports industry."

Wen Man was a little impatient, at this moment, some kind of coldness appeared in his beautiful peach blossom eyes, but it was fleeting.

He quickly took another dart, and said casually and naturally: "Then, I want a young trainee to train alone. I will step down as part of the captain, and I will no longer participate in the next season's training activities."

His words are not for advice, but for notice.

The head coach took a deep breath and choked.

It was quiet in the coaching room.

Wen Man's tactical philosophy has always been somewhat different from the current tactics of the national team, and they know it.He led the Chinese Professional League, which was two years behind "fire", from qualifying for the competition area to reaching the top four in the world championship. During this period, Wen Man made countless decisions and abandoned countless comrades in arms.

Everyone in the international arena knows that Wen Man, the captain of the national team, is an extremely dangerous and fearful activist.

In the past, they would stop Wen Man and tell him to restrain himself, but now, with his decision, everyone is silent.

Alan said: "As long as you are still the captain."

"Why, are you still afraid that I will run away?"

Wen Man put down the dart and lightly pressed his wrist with his fingertips.

Everyone looked serious, but he seemed to appreciate the atmosphere. He motioned to the head coach and said, "Is there another one?"

"There is another one, Xuewei, the youth trainee in the morning." The head coach hesitated and said, "I want to give him an A. Although he can hardly play teamwork at all, I think his future is limitless. ..."

"You want him?" Wen Man smiled.

The head coach said, "I know it's not legal..."

"Compliant, I said it." Wen Man changed his pen, his voice calm, "Xuewei, it's mine."