Several people drove back to the hotel, Shen Huai was speechless all the way.
He didn't speak, Song Xueyang didn't dare to speak, Zhou Ning blamed himself for dragging Shen Huai to watch the interview, and didn't speak.
The rest of the people looked at each other without saying a word. Zhou Jing, who knew the inside story, shrank in the corner and closed his eyes.
The team manager comforted, "It's not a big deal to draw. Thunder has been in a stalemate with us every year. It's not surprising who wins and who loses. The group stage has just begun, and there are still more games to come. We will definitely be able to fight back."
Although he said that, he still felt that he should not be drawn.
Fengyue's lineup this year is much stronger than last year, and Shen Huai is in the ring that has always been short-circuited. It makes no sense not to win. This game is still bad.
But he couldn't bear to blame him when he looked at the bloodless face in the last row.
"There is a one-week rest period after tomorrow's game. I discussed with Xueyang that we won't go back and forth so far. The club rented a training room. Let's work hard and win tomorrow's game!"
Everyone murmured in response, and they were all a little listless.
Shen Huai realized that he might have affected everyone's state, so he said, "Don't worry, you will win."
However, a few words seemed to give everyone a reassurance. Shen Huai was obviously a newcomer to the team, but unconsciously he became the backbone of the team.
"Of course! It's impossible to lose with Brother Huai, so I'll do my best!" Hai Xing was the first to express his position.
Zhou Ning nodded, "Tomorrow's opponent is the audition team, and the strength is not as good as Xinghai. As long as everyone adjusts their state, there is no problem in playing 3:0."
The atmosphere in the car became lively, and the team manager was also happy, "Hey, Xueyang, you also have to say a few words."
Shen Huai followed everyone and turned to look at him, Song Xueyang's heartbeat suddenly skipped a beat, "After the game tomorrow, I'll invite everyone to eat hot pot."
"Wow! It's amazing! I've wanted to try Chengdu hot pot for a long time!"
"I, I also think, this is the first time I have come to Chengdu."
"Xiao Ming, recommend a delicious restaurant!"
"Leave it to me, there is an authentic Chengdu hot pot two intersections to the south of our hotel. I will lead the way at night!"
Everyone was happy and the atmosphere was very warm.
Song Xueyang saw that Shen Huai's face softened and wanted to pull his hand, but he was a little depressed to find that Shen Huai had both hands in his pockets and didn't give him this chance at all.
Shen Huai went back to the room and went to take a shower first. Song Xueyang took advantage of this meeting to go out to buy some supper, and when he came back, he found that Shen Huai had not finished washing and knocked on the bathroom door.
"Shen Huai? Are you okay?"
"Well, I'm almost there."
Shen Huai said and took out his red, swollen and purple fingers from the hot towel. The little finger of his left hand was swollen as thick as a thumb. The nails were completely broken, and the knuckles were slightly bent. It hurts to the heart.
When he stopped Fan Jingming today, he was hit by the leg of the chair and hit his little finger. Because he was worried that Xiao Zhang would know that he would make a fuss, and also that it would affect the state of his teammates, he didn't mention it, but from the perspective of the degree of pain, it was impossible not to go to the hospital.
One more time, after tomorrow's game is over, the blow of Shiyi's miss has just ended, and something happened to him again, which will definitely affect everyone's emotions.
Shen Huai hid his hands in the towel and pretended to wipe his hair.
"I bought some supper, do you want something to eat?"
Song Xueyang turned his head when he heard the voice, and saw Shen Huai walking out with his upper body naked. He only wore a bath towel under him. Because of his tall body, most of his legs were exposed. I don't think it's an exaggeration, the water droplets that haven't been dried dripped onto the flat lower abdomen from the ends of the hair, and disappeared into the bath towel around the waist along the curve of the muscles.
The two looked at each other and seemed to understand the emotions in each other's eyes, and moved their heads in unison.
Shen Huai was afraid of the cold, and usually only came out of the bathroom after getting dressed. Seeing him like this, Song Xueyang was too embarrassed to walk out naked, so the two lived together for a few days, which was the first time such an embarrassing situation had occurred.
Shen Huai's fingers were injured and it was inconvenient to wear clothes, but now he regrets it a bit, especially after seeing Song Xueyang's eyes, the temperature on his face has not been lowered, he lowered his head, but his ears were always keenly listening to the room movement.
Song Xueyang opened the packaging bag, and the fragrant smell soon filled the room. He saw Shen Huai sitting by the bed, rubbing his hair slowly, his smooth back slightly curved, and his perfect body like the human body in art class. model.
"I'll wipe it for you." He walked over to get Shen Huai's towel, but Shen Huai immediately ducked, not even letting him touch his fingernails.
Song Xueyang was stunned for a moment. Although his feelings for Shen Huai have never been broken, Shen Huai has never rejected him from approaching. What happened today
Don't pull your hands, don't touch your hair.
Is it really a joke during the reporter's interview
Shen Huai was just worried that Song Xueyang would find out that the injury on his hand would prevent him from playing. He used his little finger less when typing on the keyboard, so there should be no problem in a quick fight.
But seeing Song Xueyang's hurt expression, Shen Huai knew that he had misunderstood, and he didn't think carefully about why he cared about Song Xueyang's feelings, he bent down and took out the hairdryer from the drawer, "Help me dry my hair."
The voice was a little low, but Song Xueyang could still hear it clearly.
Of course he was happy, picked up the hairdryer, knelt on the bed behind Shen Huai, and dried his hair.
The warm wind blew away the chill on his body. Song Xueyang's hand passed through his hair and gently pressed his scalp very professionally. Shen Huai's shoulders gradually relaxed, and he closed his eyes and raised his head slightly following Song Xueyang's hand.
Song Xueyang saw his eyelashes flicker and flicker, and the fluffy hair slid between his fingers, carrying the familiar scent of lemon.
They simply carry their luggage when they go out. They all share the same bottle of shampoo and body wash. I don't usually think that, but now that they are close, they feel that Shen Huai's body is full of his own smell, which makes him want to get closer. .
He pressed Shen Huai's head into his arms without a trace, "What did I say in the interview today annoyed you?"
Shen Huai closed his eyes comfortably and said without thinking, "No."
He just left because he didn't want to be discovered by reporters that his hand was injured. When he came off the court, his hand was still fine, but as soon as he went out to chase, he was injured when he came back. There were surveillance cameras in the hallway of the venue. Chapter fights.
Seeing that he didn't seem to be lying, Song Xueyang was relieved, "Xiao Ming told me today that he wants to play 1v1."
Shen Huai thought of Fan Jingming's serious expression when he was about to talk to Song Xueyang, and suddenly felt that it wasn't all bad this time.
"Are you going to let him go?"
"Of course, this is the first time Xiao Ming took the initiative to tell me to play."
Fan Jingming is the most unwilling person in the team. It's not that he is not motivated, it's just that his mind is not all on training. He has many hobbies, photography and travel models, and he has not put down any of them. He is a person who enjoys life very much.
Shen Huai could also notice that he joined the team late. Fan Jingming didn't care about winning or losing the game, and his awareness of doing his best was a little low. He just completed his training content carefully, so everyone was left to him.
A person who can become a professional player with only 60 points of effort can make waves in the e-sports circle if he is willing to use 100% of his energy.
"Blessed in disguise."
Song Xueyang hummed softly, "There will be a one-month rest period after the group stage, and the team will also have a week off. What are your plans?"
"It's still far."
The group stage has only played two games now, and it will only be played on Friday, Saturday and Sunday night. It will take two months for all the games to be played.
"It's about the end of May, do you want to go home?" Song Xueyang got closer, Shen Huai's hair was soft and fluffy on his chest.
"Go home..." Shen Huai recited unconsciously, he thought that his father was filming abroad until the end of the year, and when he returned home, it was only himself, "No."
"Then travel? Where do you want to go?"
The hair dryer was blowing warmly, Shen Huai was in a daze, and Song Xueyang led his thoughts astray, completely bypassing the question of whether to go or not, and directly thinking about where to go.
He really didn't go out very much. Although he went to many scenic spots, it was all for filming. The number of times he simply went out to play was really small.
Song Xueyang saw that he was in trouble, and coaxed, "Would you like to climb a mountain or watch the sea, or a playground?"
Shen Huai didn't like crowded places, so he subconsciously said, "Climb the mountain."
"Okay," Song Xueyang leaned closer again, "It's settled, then the two of us will go climbing the mountain."
The word "the two of us" finally caught Shen Huai's attention. He opened his eyes immediately, but he didn't expect the distance between the two of them to be so close. He raised his head and leaned into Song Xueyang's arms.
Song Xueyang seemed to have been prepared, and bent down slightly just to form an arc to catch him, the eyes of the two met, and only the buzzing sound of the hair dryer remained.
Shen Huai was stunned, and somehow suddenly remembered what he heard outside the interview room.
- What about the Feather God
- is my favorite.
Shen Huai could vaguely understand that it was not just a joke.
He personally invited him to join the team, because of him and the reporters, Song Xueyang treated him differently from the beginning.
What about yourself
Shen Huai wasn't quite sure, but at this moment he was really expecting something because of Song Xueyang's approach.
Song Xueyang's throat moved up and down, and the gleaming light in Shen Huai's eyes attracted him to keep approaching. He felt as if his heart had stopped, and he lowered his head uncontrollably.
The sound of the hair dryer stopped abruptly, and Song Xueyang's lips lightly pressed on Shen Huai's eyes. The soft lips had a scorching temperature. He closed his eyes and looked pious and solemn, as if he was treating his most important treasure.
Shen Huai's hand tightly grasped the towel, and he lowered his head, his soft and warm hair that had been blown down obediently beside his ears.
"Song Xueyang."
As soon as he opened his mouth, Song Xueyang's heart tightened, like a prisoner waiting to be sentenced.
Shen Huai's lips parted, and then they were tightly pressed together, and it took a long time before he spoke softly.
"Come on for the game."
It was this sentence again, but Song Xueyang was not disappointed in the slightest. Instead, he understood that this was a silent compromise.
He chuckled lightly, kissed Shen Huai's ear, and said the same thing, "Come on in the game."
Song Xueyang went to the bathroom and didn't eat supper.
Shen Huai listened to the sound of water coming from the bathroom, and his ears slowly burned red. He took out his injured finger from under the towel and slowly put on his pajamas.
Fengyue's opponent in the third game is the Galaxy team, which is the audition team this year like Xinghai.
The score was predicted to be 3:0 before the game, and Fengyue occupied all the votes one-sidedly.
"Today's hands-on practice is the main one, everyone can relax and eat hot pot together at night."
Everyone cheered happily.
Shen Huai curled up his fingers in his pocket, thinking that it would be best to steal it at night, not to spoil everyone's happiness.
Everyone left the lounge together, and Shen Huai took a few steps backwards and walked beside him.
"Don't pay attention to what you say online."
Shi Yi paused slightly. He didn't expect Shen Huai to make a special trip to comfort him. Although they were in the same team, Shen Huai was always a little unattainable to him.
He lost the game yesterday, and Shi Yi was scolded by the former black fans again, saying that he was as fierce as a tiger, and that he was impotent when he met the top eight teams, and some even worse, called him to see a doctor immediately if he was sick.
Shen Huai frowned frequently, he couldn't imagine how much harm these words would cause to that fragile child.
"You still have a long way to go, and one day you will be able to prove your strength."
Shi Yi's tears rolled in his eyes, he actually didn't sleep well all night, thinking about why he lost, thinking about the trouble he caused Shen Huai and Fan Jingming, and it was only now that he seemed to be out of the haze.
Shen Huai patted his shoulder, "I believe in you."
"Yeah!" Shi Yi nodded heavily.
Fan Jingming, who was not far away, felt sour in his heart when he saw this scene, and he comforted Shen Huai's words that night could not match Shen Huai's words. In the end, it was because he was not strong and reliable enough.
He wants to become stronger, and he wants that boy to no longer be blamed and abused, so that he can be as confident and assertive as every strong man, and enter the game without any worries.
For the first time, Fan Jingming yearned for himself to be a strong man, not qualified or excellent, but a person who could truly shelter him from the wind and rain.