No matter how complicated the mood of fans on and off the field is, after such a short episode, the scene has returned to its proper process.
When the GH team went to shake hands with the BK team members, they could see Lan Min with red eyes at a glance.
Xiaokubao still lived up to expectations and did not hold back his tears, but in this situation, it seemed excusable.
After all, Jing Yuanzhou rarely had such a time to fully express himself, but all the opponents who had been beaten up in the past will always remember the pain to the bones, not to mention the outbreak after such a long seal.
Coincidentally, in such a situation, the child was obviously beaten stupidly.
That sense of despair that no matter how much you rack your brains but is doomed to do nothing, really hurts my heart.
Lan Min was still stunned, and apart from sobbing, he obviously couldn't regain his senses.
It wasn't until Jing Yuanzhou stood in front of him that he fixedly looked at the tall figure in front of him, and then moved the corner of his mouth with hindsight: "Master..."
This kind of lineup with four points and one points is actually a test of the player's level in the solo lane. If he can do a little more restraint in the game just now, as long as he does not need other teammates to distract and help, it may be a completely different ending. .
Lan Min is very clear about this, and it is precisely because of that, so from the end of the game until now, the more he thinks about it, the more he blames himself, thinking that it was because he did not perform well that he dragged down his teammates.
Jing Yuanzhou's gaze fell on those red eyes, and after a moment of silence, he gently shook Lan Min's hand: "Good fight."
Lan Min was stunned for a moment, and raised his head in a daze, obviously feeling a little disbelieving at this kind of evaluation: "I... did I play well?"
Jing Yuanzhou said the truth: "Well, you played well. Even if you switch to another team's wing, you may not be able to play like you."
Such a sentence made the staff next to him look over with complicated expressions.
In the end it is Titans, some words are really dare to say.
Fortunately, all the headsets have been taken down now, otherwise if such conceited words spread, I don't know what kind of blood and blood it will cause.
The staff next to him couldn't help but slander, but when these words fell into his ears, the look in Lan Min's eyes lit up again.
The state that was extremely sluggish just now suddenly became extremely exciting: "So Master, have I really played well?"
Jing Yuanzhou laughed: "Really."
The expression on Lan Min's face instantly became serious: "Then I... I must play better next time!"
Jing Yuanzhou took it with a single grip: "Well, come on."
Ku Tianlu, who was next to him, saw everything in his eyes, and couldn't help but feel sour in his heart.
Now he can truly feel the pain of helping others with children.
Thinking of the current captain of his dignified BK team, he was very responsible and tried to comfort him after seeing Lan Min in a low mood just now. And now, just this little brat who didn't listen to persuasion at all, was instantly coaxed by Jing Yuanzhou in just a few words
Damn, it can only be said that the cubs who are brought up with one hand are different!
After Jing Yuanzhou finished holding it, it was Gu Luo's turn.
Looking at those scarlet eyes, Grandma Hui rubbed her hair in annoyance, thought about it, and said, "Don't cry, you'll be more like a rabbit if you cry again."
Lan Min, who had just been resurrected with blood: "?"
Is this provocation? Should this be provocation? !
The next game will be between the Three and UL teams.
After finishing the post-match interview, everyone in GH did not choose to stay and watch the game.
As always, they were led away from the safe passage dedicated to professional players, led by the staff.
Originally, this place was not allowed to pass by non-workers, but when I first arrived at the door, I found that a group of people came in from nowhere, and surrounded the small space.
After bumping into it without warning, under such a huge battle, everyone in GH couldn't help but stop in surprise.
If it weren't for the Titans cheering cards held high, just looking at the solemn expressions on their faces, Bi Yaohua almost thought it was some black fan who finally couldn't control his power and found fault.
Staff quickly notified security via walkie-talkie.
In a blink of an eye, several burly men arrived at the scene, and were about to come forward to chase people, when Lin Yan gently stopped him: "Don't be too nervous, it's just a fan meeting."
The security guard was stunned for a moment. Hearing this, he did not do anything, but in order to avoid unnecessary disputes, he stopped in front of the group of people very cautiously.
The atmosphere was subtle for a while.
Jing Yuanzhou didn't speak, he just stood at the forefront of the GH team, looking at the fans across from him.
I don't know who shouted "Titans" with a crying voice, and then raised the cheering card in his hand high.
【Titans, come on together! 】
Jing Yuanzhou didn't have much expression on his face, until now, his deep eyes flickered vaguely.
Immediately afterwards, one after another of the cheering cards were raised up.
[I have worshipped you since the first year and will always stand behind you. 】
[Titans, I like you as much as my girlfriend. 】
[No matter how long it is, you are still the wanton teenager on the field! 】
【Please bring our expectations and reach the top! 】
【No matter which team you are in, you will always be our Titans. 】
[God of the sidewalk, never die! 】
These are obviously specially prepared fonts for today's game. They are just ordinary support methods. However, in such a situation, they quietly touched the string deep in my heart.
Jian Ye couldn't help looking away, and whispered "Fuck" in a hoarse voice.
Chen Yu stared deeply at the dazzling subtitles, lowered his head and lowered the brim of his hat a little, covering the expression on his face.
Gu Luo's eyes were a little red unconsciously.
Also a diehard fan of the Titans, he clearly empathizes more than the rest of the team.
Secretly rubbing his eyes with the back of his hand, he did not let others see this unsatisfactory performance.
Jing Yuanzhou can naturally feel the surrounding atmosphere.
His eyes dropped slightly, then he took a few steps back and bowed deeply to the fans a few meters away.
The entire film seemed to stand still at this moment.
Some fans finally couldn't help choking out, and began to shout hysterically: "Titans, always support you! Always!"
But Jing Yuanzhou didn't say anything more, and after withdrawing his gaze, he controlled the slight rolling of his throat: "Let's go, go back."
Everyone followed Jing Yuanzhou into the commercial car one after another.
Until gradually driving out of the parking lot, fans can still be seen standing there watching from afar.
No one spoke in the car, and everyone's mind seemed to be stuck in the clips just now.
Lin Yan and Jing Yuanzhou sat in the last row of the commercial car.
The few people in the front row were either in a daze, or silently swiping their phones, and they didn't take a second look at the back row.
After getting in the car, Jing Yuanzhou leaned on the seat and closed his eyes.
The breeze that leaked in between the windows made the hair a little messy.
Lin Yan turned his head to look out the window, the expression on his face fell into the change of light and dark along with the whistling scenery.
There is not much emotion in the sloppy look.
In this atmosphere where there seems to be no communication at all, everything is quiet.
Silently, Jing Yuanzhou's drooping palm suddenly touched a bit.
Lin Yan's fingertips were a little cold, as if he had cut a clear hole in his mind. After gently stroking it, he suddenly held his entire hand firmly, which also took his entire body from the complicated thoughts. pulled out.
In the short period of time when he closed his eyes just now, Jing Yuanzhou seemed to see countless numbers of himself.
When he first entered the league, he fought side by side with BK's teammates, he almost collapsed because of the transformation, and he was full of glory and reached the top of the professional league...
And all of this, at the moment when the fingers were intertwined, Lin Yan was suddenly dragged back to reality.
The originally closed eyes suddenly opened, but when Jing Yuanzhou looked up, he only saw the profile of the man looking out the window.
Such an almost perfect arc fell into his eyes, and there was clearly no communication, but both hearts were burned hot because of the tightly pressed palms.
Jing Yuanzhou's eyes became deeper and deeper.
Just took it back at a glance, and slowly closed it again, as if nothing had happened.
No one noticed the quiet and ambiguous atmosphere in the carriage.
Only the two people in the back seat knew that in this silent environment, all the sense of touch seemed to be amplified to the extreme.
Lin Yan felt that Jing Yuanzhou suddenly clasped his hand, and his calm expression couldn't help but be in a trance for a moment, but in the end he couldn't hold back the curvature of the corner of his mouth.
The commercial car stopped at the entrance of the hotel, and when they got up, the two tacitly let go of their intertwined fingers.
Seeing that the team members all went back to their rooms to rest, and when the door was closed after returning to the room, Lin Yan had not taken two steps before a huge force suddenly pulled him over.
The next second, it slammed into a broad chest like this.
Jing Yuanzhou's muffled voice came from above his head.
Because it was too close, I could feel the faint vibration of the rib cage: "Intentionally?"
Lin Yan struggled slightly, but he couldn't. He just asked with a light smile, "Which one are you referring to?"
"Either one." Jing Yuanzhou's posture didn't loosen at all, his breath just brushed past Lin Yan's ears, "Whether it's the four-one lineup that came out on the spot during the game, or the one who just got back in the car on the way back. Provoking, everything... is intentional."
The words fell to the end and had become the tone of the statement.
Lin Yan never thought that there was anything he could hide from Jing Yuanzhou. Since it was an expected revelation, it was naturally not worth any surprise.
He slowly raised his head and glanced at Jing Yuanzhou's profile from the corner of his eye. He should be very calm: "It was intentional, I feel sorry for you."
Such an angle makes an already well-crafted face even more seductive.
Jing Yuanzhou felt a tingling sensation somewhere in his heart, stretched out his hand to squeeze Lin Yan's chin, and leaned over to kiss him when he moved up slightly.
The lips and teeth are intertwined, and the ambiguity is rampant.
The low-pitched words fell from the surrounding: "Then, feel more distressed."