Until returning to the base after returning to China, Wuhoo still felt a little bit worried about the training games they did with GH before the finals.
At first, I didn't feel it, but after thinking about it, I just felt that the more I thought about it, the more wrong it was: "Hey, I just remembered now, why do so many top players from our professional teams go to spar with them? I felt something at that time. The place is strange and didn't think about it, shouldn't the manager ask GH to collect some sparring fees in this situation?"
Come smiled and said, "Anyway, you didn't end, so I just went up and played a few games, it won't happen."
"That's the problem." Wuhoo just came back from the attending doctor, holding his wrist carefully, but the more he thought about it, the more wrong, "The PPA who played in the shooter position later was a replacement rookie of GH, right? Think of me as a rookie. At that time, it didn't seem to be such a good treatment, how can you let the dignified devil come to help him?"
Come coughed lowly: "I don't think it's anything."
"But I think there is a problem." Wuhoo frowned and emphasized, "You are my assistant!"
Come looked up and said, "You know now that I'm your assistant? When I asked you to pay attention to rest earlier, why didn't you listen to advice. I never thought about it, if you can't keep your hands well, I will 'Your Support' is going to find a new shooter to play bot lane with."
Wuhoo's words were stagnant, and the arrogance in front of him suddenly subsided a lot.
He lowered his voice and whispered softly: "Didn't I already know it was wrong... Besides, I worked so hard to give our team a good result! But what you said, what do you mean by 'finding a new shooter' Let's go down the road together'?"
Having said this, he paused for a moment, and his eyebrows twitched: "But your words are so ruthless, you must have wanted to do this a long time ago, right?"
Come usually puts on contact lenses when he goes out. There is no competition at this time. He wears the daily gold frame, and he gently pushes it with his fingertips.
Not knowing whether to laugh or cry, he simply followed the words and said, "Whether or not to change partners depends on whether you know how to take care of yourself more. If you continue to be as indifferent as before, your hands will fly away. Even if I don't want to change, it seems I have no choice."
Wuhoo looked at Come silently for a while, then withdrew his gaze: "If you look at my performance, then you won't want to change partners for the rest of your life! You should have heard what the doctor said just now, the diagnosis results are all down, as long as I can continue Follow the doctor's orders and take good care, and you will be able to return to the arena in no time."
Come raised his eyebrows noncommittally: "I hope so."
If Wuhoo could really be an obedient person, he wouldn't have secretly given himself additional training, which eventually led to the development of a very simple hand injury to this point.
The two walked across the hall and walked into the training room side by side.
At a glance, I saw a group of people around the central computer.
Wuhoo probed the probe: "What are you looking at?"
The rest of Three's team members raised their heads and looked over, not in a hurry to answer, and asked in unison, "You guys are back! How's it going, what did the doctor say?"
"I've seen it, don't worry, the doctor said that the muscles and bones are not injured, just take care of it." Come also knew that everyone was very concerned about the injury after the World Championships. After answering it concisely, he repeated it again. Take Wuhoo's previous question, "What are you looking at?"
Knowing that Wuhoo's hand was fine, everyone's hearts were completely down.
Three's mid laner withdrew his gaze and let the computer screen come out: "You guys are always going to the hospital these days, I'm afraid you've been too busy to forget? After the World Championship, it's time for the All-Star link. Now the major clubs are actively doing public relations to canvass votes. Come and see, it is lively.”
Wuhoo leaned over curiously: "It's been a fierce fight! Where is our club, have you given our bottom lane Gemini a good laugh?"
"What more tickets do you want to pull, do you think your hands are not serious enough?" Come heard this sentence and couldn't help but frown, "For this kind of entertainment project, let the manager directly tell the organizer, we I won't be participating this year."
"Don't, why don't you participate? There's no support for you, right? There's a sure-win spot, why don't you go?" Wuhoo instructed his teammates to help him switch to the support's voting interface, and immediately saw that Come was at the top of the list. The number of votes, "Look, it's five times as much as the second place. Is it good for everyone? C God, if you don't go to the fans, you will cry to death."
Come lowered his eyes: "Then ask if I can exclude you alone."
"That's even worse." Wuhoo's tone raised a little bit, "I just said that I want to find a new shooter partner. I must take you a little closer in the All-Star Game."
As soon as the words fell, the other members of Three looked back in shock: "Team C, our team wants to sign a new shooter?!"
Come: "..."
After a long while, he choked out a sentence with a headache: "Nothing, don't listen to Wuhoo's nonsense."
Wuhoo laughed: "If you want to prove that I'm talking nonsense, don't interfere with our Three's bot lane Gemini going to the All-Star Game and have a good time."
Come glanced at him, turned and left without saying a word.
When Wuhoo saw Come's expression, he knew that the joke was a little too far, and he gave his teammates a look and hurriedly followed.
Judging from the route Come walked, it was clearly the direction to the dormitory.
Wuhoo followed step by step, occasionally glancing at the bright weather outside, squinting slightly in the dazzling sunlight, and his usual dangling look was suddenly diluted a lot.
The two did not speak in tandem like this, and fell into a long silence.
When he passed the corner of the stairs, Come was about to reach out to touch the key, only to hear a sudden "ouch" from the person behind him, and he ran to Wuhoo's side and carefully raised his hand: "Where is it? Pain?"
The words fell, and there was no reply for a long time. When he looked up again, Come just met a pair of smiling eyes, and looked at him like this: "..."
I don't know where is someone's way again.
Come's already unhappy face sank a bit, and said in a low voice, "Don't make fun of this kind of thing in the future."
Wuhoo looked innocent: "No kidding, I just wanted to touch the key, but I did accidentally touch it. It's really not pretending, you can't see how painful it was during the morning treatment."
This is true, but when he mentioned the scene during the morning treatment, Wuhoo's pale face flashed in Come's mind, and the corners of his mouth fell even lower.
"Go back and have a good rest when you know it hurts, don't do so much trouble." Come said and turned around to leave, when he heard an "ouch" from the person behind him, and his steps stopped again. When he spoke again, he was full of helplessness: "What do you want?"
"I don't want to do it." Wuhoo glanced at his captain's face with a smile, and leaned in slightly, his tone softened a lot, "I just want to tell you, maybe I did have a lot of things I didn't pay enough attention to before, but After this year's World Championships, I really know what to do. Luni, DeMen and the others have all retired one after another. When I saw the news, I was really uncomfortable, and I felt the importance of this arena even more. Such a good partner , I still want to play games all the time, how can I easily make fun of my career."
Come could feel Wuhoo's gaze, and his expression gradually became less blunt with the words: "Now that you know, then listen to me, go back and tell the manager and ask him to contact the official league..."
Wuhoo interrupted his words lightly, "You know, I'm afraid of pain, and I'm also afraid of ending my career prematurely, so I will be very, very obedient to cooperate with recuperation during this time. The All-Star Game starts anyway. More than a month later, the doctor only said not to do too much training in the past month, and at that time, if you participate in recreational events a little, there shouldn't be any major problems, right?"
Wuhoo scrutinized Come's face as he persuaded him: "You said that if you haven't touched the game for so long, such a simple request can't satisfy me? Besides..."
Come looked somewhat shaken: "And what?"
Wuhoo looked up steadily, showing a casual smile: "Also, I think with my possessiveness, I really don't want to see you protecting other shooters."
After a pause, he asked in a low voice, "Isn't it enough to protect me?"
Come: "..."
In the end, he still failed to stick to the bottom line and was defeated.
He stretched out his hand to hold a pair of gold-wire glasses, and let out a slow sigh: "One of you is enough to torture people, but I don't want to try the second one."
Wuhoo asked, "So what does this mean?"
Come turned around and opened the door, leaving the last sentence before entering the door: "Looking at your performance, if I find that you are not cooperating with the treatment schedule, I will still contact the official competition committee at any time."
Wuhoo whistled happily: "Don't worry, I promise to complete the task."
【End of Three】