God Yan anchor has been sealed again

Wen Man got up to leave, but Xuewei himself woke up at this moment - when he opened his eyes, what Wen Man saw just now appeared in his mind.

Behind the deep and dark eyes, the deep restraint is some kind of deeper danger, which makes people's breathing slightly suffocated, and the heartbeat is also inexplicable... a little tense.

After all, he didn't drink much tonight, just a sip of beer.Everyone still has to practice, and the players on the team are generally forbidden to drink alcohol, so they are not too drunk.

There was the sound of running water in the bathroom, Wen Man took a bath very quickly, and came out in about ten minutes.

He came out and changed into pajamas and pajamas, walked straight to him, and bent over to check his sleeping condition.

Xuewei quickly closed her eyes.

From such a distance, he could feel the cool mint fragrance on his body, as well as the real coolness——Wen Man gently cupped his forehead with his fingers, as if he was afraid that he would have a fever, and there was a tinge of coldness on his fingertips. The tiny drops of water are cool, being slowly soaked by the body temperature.

Xuewei waited for him to finish touching her forehead, thinking that he was going to leave soon, but Wen Man took something from his hand again, and immediately inserted his hand into his back, and there was something wet and hot along with it. slipped in.

Xuewei's skin is very sensitive, and now he was alert, and he didn't even bother to close his eyes, so he turned around and hid to the side.

Wen Man responded in a timely manner, reaching out to protect his forehead, so as not to let him bump against the head of the bed.

Wen Man held a hot towel in his hand and smiled: "Are you awake? Or did you not fall asleep?"

Xue Wei muttered: "I woke up hot."

He saw clearly that Wen Man was holding a wrung hot towel and came over to wipe his sweat, probably because he was afraid that he would sweat and catch a cold.

Wen Man smiled: "It just needs to be hot, so that it will be effective, haven't you heard of it?"

Xuewei muttered: "I've never heard of it."

But he relaxed his guard, was pulled up by Wen Man, and sat cross-legged on the ground.

Wen Man grabbed his collar and told him behind his ear, "Sit up straight."

Xuewei immediately sat up straight.Like a kitten being lifted up, he remained motionless in a daze.

Wen Man held the towel, lifted his clothes and reached out to wipe his sweat, and said while wiping, "My mother used to do this when I was young. She said that children would catch cold easily if they sweated. We can't wait for the sweat to cool through the clothes. Injury."

Xuewei muttered: "What you said is true? My mother...it seems that she has never been like this."

He felt itchy, and his face hot and cold.He whispered again, "Or I'll do it myself."

Wen Man said: "You are a monkey, can you wipe your back with your backhand?"

Xuewei shielded her chest, stammering a bit: "Then, in front, I'm still myself..."

"Just wipe the back, do you still want me to wipe the front?" Wen Man laughed again.

Xuewei's ears were burning red again, he muttered for a long time, but no one could hear what he was muttering.After Wen Man finished wiping him, his ears were so red that he forgot to even move, he even forgot to pull his clothes when he climbed down, his soft and white waist was still exposed.

Wen Man stood up, reached out and lifted a plush blanket to cover him, and rolled onto the bed by himself.

Xuewei's voice was trembling, he said aggressively, "I...you..."

Wen Man: "Huh?"

"Thank - thank you for wiping my back." Xuewei shouted, "Next time I will come by myself!"

Then the whole person was buried in the quilt and did not move.He thought that Wen Man would make fun of him, but in the end, Wen Man didn't say anything. He secretly raised his eyes to see that Wen Man was also nestled under the quilt by himself, as if he fell asleep quickly, and remained motionless.

Xue was slightly relieved, and he exhaled lightly.

At 08:30 the next morning, the alarm rang on time, Xuewei got up slowly, looked at the head of the bed, Wen Man had disappeared, and even the quilt was neatly folded.

His clean coat lay flat on a chair, with a white towel draped over it.

Xuewei glanced at the time, then turned over to touch the phone again.

Notice in the group: @队内团定定定赛赛赛赛Start on time at 8:00 today, don’t be late.Exceptions apply.

Xuewei shuddered.

Segmentation within the team? ?No one told him about it.

According to the rules, this season the national team uses the points-based-final knockout system. Although he has always been very confident, it doesn't mean he can just skip the exam! ! !

Xuewei quickly took out a coat and rushed out the door.

I don't know if he will be rewarded if he is half an hour late, and if he begs for mercy, he will be taken care of. He knows that he is not very popular in the national team.

Six minutes later, Xuewei appeared in the top training room next door with her disheveled hair panting.

It was silent inside, everyone was wearing earphones, and the keyboard was beating loudly.

Xuewei rushed over and apologized and admitted her mistake: "I'm sorry coach, I'm late, can I still go in now?"

"You go in and cheer for them?" A familiar voice came out, Wen Man was leaning against the door panel, with an invigilator card hanging on his chest, and there were several invigilators from the competition training group inside.

Wen Man looked down at him, stretched out his hand to gently twirl the top of his head, and picked away a small piece of feather that didn't know where it got.

Xuewei opened her eyes wide and looked at him: "Then I was admitted by exception, or was I expelled from the team?"

He thought it shouldn't be the second type, after all, he played well in the first regular season game.

Wen Man said: "If you come here for reference, I won't wake you up, so you won't be able to turn the world upside down?"

He leaned down slightly, and then zipped his collar, "You and I have a special training, forgot?"

His voice was soft and sweet, and there was light snow falling outside the house, Linglong was quiet.

Only then did Xuewei come to her senses, her ears turned red slightly.

As soon as Wen Man came back, he hadn't thought about it. Before, he had been stuck in the second team, and the training replays followed him. He was used to it.

"Then how do you practice? You are still in charge of the exam." Xuewei said softly.

"You and I are chubby in the special training room." Wen Man stopped here, glanced at him slightly, and continued to lower his voice, "You and I, practice coordination."

Xuewei said, "Oh."

He was a little bit guilty.

He and Wen Man still need to cooperate?

"Safety speaking, we have to practice a little bit, at least produce results for others to see. Then we will adapt to the new players. Xiaopang is my choice. You have played against him, and in the future you will mainly adapt to having him around. How to play." Wen Man said.

Xuewei thought about it.

He had fought Xiaopang before, and the problem was not serious, but it cannot be said that there was no such thing.

Xuewei took a deep breath and said in a low voice: "I'm playing team..."

"You have some problems with the team, I know." Wen Man took his hand and squatted down, and gently covered his hands, "The poet will most likely be signed to the European team. We can't contact black and white, even if we do. , everyone may not be able to adapt to the current professional game."

Xuewei said, "Yes."

Wen Man said: "In the past, we weren't actually playing as a team, did you think so?"

Xuewei wanted to say something, but after thinking about it, he gave up again.

Indeed, in the past, in the end, it was the four of them who fought in their own way. He cooperated with Wen Man, black and white and the poet switched positions flexibly, and everyone could C.

Now the international arena is no better than before. The maturity of professional tactics and the personal combat power of professional players are far better than before. This is an inevitable change process after the development of professional leagues.

The so-called veterans break the horse, except that some people are indeed getting older and can't keep up with the operation, and it is also because of the constant waves.

"Fire" is an FPS game. The operation ability of the professional stage is far less than the tactical influence. The average age of the leaderboards in each country is actually 20 years old. Now the youth trainees are everywhere, which also shows that the remaining veterans are also Not a lot.

Both Wen Man and Sword God are one of them.

Xuewei really didn't want to bring up the old score: "Just tell me what I want to do."

"Before you sign up for this year's International Championship, there will be an international round-robin competition. I will put you in the second team according to the results of the set period. You can try your hand and get a feel for it." Wen Man said, "Do you understand the round-robin competition system?"

Xuewei had only played individual championships and the current regular season, and hadn't understood the round-robin competition system. He thought about it and asked, "What do you mean?"

"The international round-robin competition is divided into the China Division, the Asia Division and the World Division, and the group is cycled. Each team in the same division has the opportunity to play two games."

Wen Man said, "The quota for the first team was determined last year, so there is no way to change the starting lineup of the national first team, but I can put you in the second team."

Snow thought for a while.

He was just about to practice, and it was a good opportunity for Wen Man to put him in the second team to play directly in international competitions, but he still wanted to ask: "Then who will our opponents be at that time?"

"Your opponent, the first national team, and the latest domestic teams, you haven't played against yet." Wen Man lowered his head and turned over, "I know what you want to ask is the foreign competition area, the home team of Sword God, will you meet? superior."

Sword God home team.

That's not the mix-and-match players and the friendly training match in the All-Star Game, it's a real four-time champion team.

Xuewei's eyes shone with excitement: "Okay!"

He thought about it again and asked Wen Man: "Aren't you going to participate? You only start in the World Championship?"

"I also participated in the round-robin competition before, but this time I am a judge." Wen Man said, "So I can't come."

"Okay, I see." Xuewei scratched her hair, "Then when shall we train?"

"In these two days, from 05:30 pm to 10:30 pm, the normal time is from [-]:[-] am to [-]:[-] noon, from [-]:[-] pm to [-]:[-] pm, and from [-]:[-] pm to [-]:[-] pm." Wen Man said.

The training time is longer than the normal training time of the national team.

Xuewei immediately understood what he meant: "Then I'll go back and catch up on sleep."

"Wait a minute, Xiaopang is tentatively scheduled. Do you have an idea for another team member?" Wen Man held him back, his voice still gentle and negotiable, "Do you like it? It's best to choose from the players we have now. "

Xuewei thought for a while: "In terms of strength..."

In terms of operational strength, Pandora is actually not bad. Although this player does not have operational capabilities and tactical strategies, his reaction speed is top-notch.

"Pandora or Fenglei."

Xuewei slightly added, with a little selfishness, and emphasized, "I like Fenglei better. This is not to interfere with your options, but I think his cooperation may be better."

"You have a good relationship with him?" Wen Man seemed a little surprised, "Feng Lei usually doesn't talk much."

Xuewei mentioned that there was some little happiness and pride in this, with stars shining in his eyes: "He is very powerful, and he is also very cool. We can chat very well. Next time I will take him to fight Galil. I think He'll be with me soon."

Wen Man's lips moved, but in the end he didn't say anything, he just stretched out his hand and pinched his face: "...OK."