After returning to the base, everyone went to wash their faces and take a bath. Chen Huo only slept for four hours yesterday, and now he just wants to sleep with his head smothered. He couldn't help but complain: "When can the league change the rules? Why does every game have to wear makeup? Playing? The key is that I can't see any difference after finishing it."
Chen Huo wiped his face, rubbed his fingertips, and said with disgust, "I can endure it if I change it. The most darn thing is why do I have to remove my makeup after putting on my makeup? This goddamn…”
"The rules are the rules, why are there so many complaints." Lao Qiao tapped Chen Huo on the head, "Every one of them is sloppy and looks good? Under the lighting of the competition venue, does everything look good?! After that, I'll click on it for you. Powder, can't you just rub more when you wash your face?"
"You're going to use makeup remover." Chen Huo turned to look at Lao Qiao, confused, "Did you rub hard every time you removed makeup before? Or you're getting old fast..."
Old Joe rolled his eyes and pressed Chen Huo's head.
There was no set schedule on the match day. When they returned to the base, everyone moved freely. After taking a shower, taking a bath, and resting, Yu Sui went to the training room by himself.
Yu Sui was not in a hurry to wash his face. He relied on his handsome face and good skin, and usually he was messing around with makeup before games. This happened again before the game today, I went to the official dressing room and came out. A group of straight men couldn't see any difference, so they thought he was transformed.
Having avoided this cumbersome procedure, Yu Sui turned on the computer and took this opportunity to watch the new thing he just learned about - an emotional mediation program.
That thing sounds really good.
Yu Sui turned 21 this year, and the last time he watched a variety show was the Windmill from ten years ago. Since joining this industry, Yu Sui has basically lost his entertainment life. He usually watches American and British dramas when he is relaxing. He knows very little about these strange variety shows. He opened the web page and searched without any means, took some time to check one by one, and it took about ten minutes to find the door. Look carefully.
Yu Sui took off the earphones after watching it for three minutes.
He rubbed his brows, his eyes hot.
Yu Sui was very fortunate now that he didn't hesitate to say that he wanted to be on this kind of show in the car on the way back to the base.
Too bad.
The show was completely different from Yu Sui's thinking. The dozen or so persuaders who were known as emotional experts were arguing together, causing Yu Sui's ears to hurt. He threw the earphones on the table, gave up the idea completely, and went to shower himself.
Ten minutes later, Shi Luo, who took a shower and changed into private clothes, entered the training room.
There are still many problems in today's game. Free can win so easily because the Bison team is not strong enough and the individual ability of the four people is too strong, but there is almost no good cooperation between the two games. Rhythm breaks due to lack of coordination. This is also the regular season. If there is such a flaw in the competition, it will definitely be used by the opponent as a breakthrough, and then turn the situation around.
Shi Luo couldn't accept the situation because of his own problems. He was about to review today's game properly. When he passed by Yu Sui's camera, he unexpectedly found that Yu Sui's computer was turned on. Shi Luo tilted his head and glanced, his expression gradually freezing.
On the video software player on Yu Sui's computer screen, the show had reached its climax. The mother-in-law and daughter-in-law were sitting on both ends of the sofa, crying piercingly, accusing each other of what was wrong.
Shi Luo stared blankly at the computer screen.
Recalling the words of everyone in the car back at the base, Shi Luo's heart was half cold.
Yu Sui is... Really wanting to send himself and the irritable book here
If it were someone else, Shi Luo wouldn't believe it if he killed him, but Yu Sui couldn't, Yu Sui had a criminal record!
The lesson of being thrown into the college entrance examination room back then was too profound, Shi Luo was convinced that Yu Sui could do anything when he was cruel.
Shi Luo looked at the fast-talking host on the screen in awe. He avoided Yu Sui's seat in fear, sat down in front of his seat carefully, turned on the computer in a trance and reluctantly started the replay.
After Yu Sui took a shower, Lao Qiao called him downstairs.
The first game of the regular season got off to a good start. Old Joe drove out to buy food and came back to celebrate. After everyone thanked them, they sat down to eat. Yu Sui had been slow to eat for the past few years due to stomach problems. He ate slowly, and glanced at Shi Luo from time to time.
Yu Sui frowned slightly, wondering if he was sensitive or not, Yu Sui vaguely felt that Shi Luo was avoiding his gaze.
Although the two of them still quickly look away every time they look at each other, they are never so sensitive. Shi Luo's whole body escapes and resists too clearly.
If the relationship between the two could be displayed by a progress bar, Yu Sui felt that it was at least the day that Shi Luogang moved to the Free base.
What's going on here
Just played a game.
The game was won steadily, and the two of them didn't rub against each other in the middle of the game. What happened
Yu Sui calmly paid attention to Shi Luo's expression and ate slowly. After a while, Shi Luo was full. Shi Luo didn't sit at the dining table for a while and play with his mobile phone as usual. After eating, he handed the dishes to his aunt and went upstairs, as if he didn't want to stay for a moment.
Yu Sui also put down his chopsticks.
Old Qiao glanced at Yu Sui and swallowed, "What's wrong? You only took a few bites, why didn't you eat it?"
Yu Sui took two sips of the hot soup: "Stomach pain."
"What's the situation?" Zhou Huo, who was sitting on the other side, looked over sensitively, "Then don't waste time! Put on your coat and I'll take you to the hospital."
Yu Sui shook his head: "It's not that serious, it's a little uncomfortable, just drink two sips of hot soup."
Puppy looked up: "Is it okay? Drink some nourishing granules?"
"No, it's not serious." Yu Sui shook his head, "Hurry up and eat, and review today's game together."
Zhou Huo said worriedly: "Are you really okay? Don't hold on. You will be used for a lot of activities in the next few days. You can't lose the chain."
Yu Sui nodded: "It's okay, don't worry."
Zhou Huo nodded reluctantly, and then warned: "My driver and I are both on 24 hours a day. If you feel uncomfortable, call immediately."
After a few people finished their dinner, they all went to the conference room together, turned on the projector and reviewed the game together.
It took less than an hour for the two games to add up, but Old Joe played for nearly three hours, and he wrote seven copies of paper full of notes. For the first post-match replay, Zhou Huo also followed him. He listened to the boring replay for three hours while playing hard and drowsily. When the replay was finally over, he had to sigh again: "Who will be in the future? Dare to say that a professional player is just a little gangster who plays games, I will bring him over to listen to the review. My eyes are bloodshot... Lao Qiao, can I ask? Just the two-second action just now, I set the purifier on fire. Is it really necessary to repeat the actions of Chen Huo 30 times? Don't mention Chen Huo, I'm going to vomit..."
"It is necessary. If he has this kind of problem next time, he needs to re-watch it 60 times, and go back and repeat the standardized action at least a thousand times to form muscle memory." Old Joe recorded the review of each person's problem. The record was handed to everyone, "It's the most basic micro-manipulation training. If the training is a little lax, it is easy to cause problems, and it is not perfect."
"Okay..." Zhou Huo shook his head and sighed, "I thought it would only take you half an hour, and I wanted you to finish with a few words to boost morale. After listening to it for three hours, I was already demoralized, everyone. Hard work, don't waste your time."
Everyone got up to go back to the training room, but Zhou Huo turned back and looked at Yu Sui worriedly: "Whisper, are you alright?"
Shi Luo, who was looking down at his replay records, raised his eyes and looked at Yu Sui.
Yu Sui's expression remained the same: "It's okay."
When Yu Sui said it was okay, Zhou Huo was even more worried: "What is okay? Don't make fun of your body, go to the hospital if you really can't stand it before it's too late, don't be serious."
"It's really okay." Yu Sui refused bluntly, "Go back and look at the replay record, I still want to live stream for a while today, don't worry about me."
Zhou Huo was helpless: "Why are you so stubborn? Okay, it's convenient to use a car anyway, I'll tell you if it's serious."
Yu Sui rubbed his stomach with one hand, took the review record Lao Qiao gave him, and went out of the conference room to the training room.
Shi Luo followed behind Yu Sui, frowning slightly.
After returning to the training room, everyone looked at their own review records, summed up the problems and started free activities. Chen Huo formed the next team's Angel Sword double platoon, Puppy did simulation training on the custom server, and Yu Sui really started the live broadcast.
Shi Luo didn't start the live broadcast, and he was a little absent-minded to score points in a single row.
After taking back the old account, all the rankings were emptied. Shi Luo has become accustomed to rushing points over the years. These days, he is rushing to the rankings in the single row. Now he has returned to the top 100 in the national server.
After entering the top 100, the ranking is too slow. When Shi Luo waited with his thoughts in mind, WeChat suddenly rang.
[Manager Zhou]: [Evil, I'm going back to my parents' house today, not at the base. Please help me pay attention, Yu Sui's stomach is not feeling well today, and I don't take medicine or see a doctor. I'm worried that it will be serious. ]
[Manager Zhou]: [I also told Lao Qiao, but Lao Qiao was too careless and worried about him. Please help pay attention. ]
Shi Luo frowned, and sure enough, his stomach was upset again.
Shi Luo raised his head to pay attention to Yu Sui.
Yu Sui's face was the same as usual, but every now and then he would stroke his stomach with his left hand. He is also in a single row, and has no extra hands to take care of himself, and continues to press the keyboard quickly every time he rubs it.
Shi Luo replied to Zhou Huo: [Understood. ]
Shi Luo was absent-mindedly standing alone, looking at Yu Sui from time to time, it was obvious that Yu Sui rubbed his stomach more and more frequently.
But this person seems to be unconscious, one round ends immediately another round, completely uninterrupted, the medical practitioners are not lined up very much, and they can enter the map almost by clicking. For two hours in a row, Yu Sui basically didn't stop for a second and kept playing.
Shi Luo became more and more anxious, even if this person went to drink a cup of hot water
Shi Luo glanced at Chen Huo and Puppy who were unaware, and couldn't help complaining, are you two pro teammates? Did no one persuade him to take a break
Shi Luo became more and more upset. After another half an hour, when Shi Luo couldn't bear to remind Yu Sui to rest, Yu Sui pushed the keyboard forward and adjusted McDao: "It's not very comfortable, I'll call here today. "
After speaking, Yu Sui took off his headphones, got up and left the training room.
Shi Luo's heart was empty, and the bad memories of the past poured into his heart. He almost instinctively got up and followed.
Yu Sui went back to his room.
Shi Luo stood at the door of the training room and looked towards Yu Sui's room, hesitant.
Was it a little uncomfortable so you went to bed early, or was it too uncomfortable to vomit
Is it serious or not
Shi Luo smoked a cigarette in the corridor, gritted his teeth, walked to Yu Sui's door and knocked on the door.
After a while, the door opened, Yu Sui didn't look like he had vomited, Shi Luo felt relieved, then embarrassed: "It's okay, I'm just..."
Yu Sui looked at Shi Luo silently: "That's it?"
Shi Luo was helpless and said in a low voice: "Do you have a stomachache? I see you... always rubbing your stomach."
Yu Sui didn't speak.
Shi Luo hesitated, and said in a firm tone, "Give you... a glass of hot water?"
Yu Sui was silent for a moment, then nodded, "Okay."
Shi Luo turned around and went downstairs to pour hot water.
Yu Sui didn't lock the door, Shi Luo took the hot water back and pushed the door directly into Yu Sui's room. In the room, Yu Sui was sitting on the bed, looking down at his phone.
Shi Luo approached and handed the hot water to Yu Sui, and said awkwardly, "Drink it."
There seemed to be a look of helplessness flashing in Yu Sui's eyes, and Shi Luo wondered, "What, what's wrong?"
Yu Sui shook his head: "It's fine."
He slowly drank half a cup of hot water, and Shi Luo turned to look at him and asked, "Is it better?"
Yu Sui wiped the water stain on the corner of his mouth with his thumb and nodded, "It's better."
Yu Sui raised her eyes to look at Shi Luo, her lips moved slightly.
Shi Luo saw that Yu Sui was about to say something: "Is there anything else... what is it?"
Yu Sui lowered his head and said to himself, "... Five hundred years have passed, and it's still hot water."
Yu Sui's voice was too soft, Shi Luo couldn't hear it clearly, he raised one eyebrow: "What?"
"There's something... I wanted to say it two years ago." Yu Sui hesitated, "Shi Luo, even if you find a girlfriend by yourself in the future, when your girlfriend is uncomfortable, you can't just give a cup of hot water, do you know?"
Inexplicably, Shi Luo's ears turned a little red again: "I don't have a girlfriend! Besides you... What are you talking about?"
"Scumbag teaching." Yu Sui took another sip of hot water, "I'm not feeling well... At least help me rub it
knead... knead...
Shi Luo's ears were completely red.
Shi Luo froze in place, stammering: "You... Are you really in serious pain?"
Yu Sui was like this every time. No matter how severe the stomach pain was, he wouldn't show it. Back then, he was still able to deal with Ji Yanhan's garbage as usual. Shi Luo wasn't sure what Yu Sui was doing right now, so he hesitated, "You really need... let me rub it for you?"
Yu Sui raised his eyes to look at Shi Luo, still his usual indifferent expression.
This face with this expression...
Shi Luo couldn't stand this the most.
Shi Luo took two steps forward, half squatted down, and tied his hands and feet: "You..."
Before Shi Luo thought about what to do, Yu Sui stretched out a hand and gently held Shi Luo's wrist.
Shi Luo was stunned, his Adam's apple moved: "What, what?"
"I teach you."
Yu Sui held Shi Luo's wrist and pressed his hand to his stomach.
Shi Luo: "!"
Shi Luo's fingertips trembled.
A nineteen-year-old boy, the most energetic age, has a slightly higher palm temperature than others.
Yu Sui held Shi Luo's hand and rubbed it: "That's it."
Shi Luo's body was stiff, and he rubbed lightly: "Yes... Is that so?"
Yu Sui silently looked at Shi Luo and nodded.
Shi Luo moved his fingers slightly, rubbed a few more times, and said uncomfortably, "Apart from rubbing, is there... anything else?"
Yu Sui asked, "What?"
Shi Luo cleared his throat, tilted his head and muttered: "Isn't it a scumbag teaching? Is there anything else to teach?"
"Oh, and there's..."
Yu Sui looked at Shi Luo with nostalgia, and moved Shi Luo's hand away reluctantly.
Yu Sui stepped back a little gentlemanly, and said softly, "Also, I'm pretending to have a stomachache."