The next morning, Liu Chuan slept until nine o'clock before getting up.
Yesterday, he double-opened the client and chatted with Si Lan while playing the dungeon. He was almost exhausted by the constant burst speed. The deputy head of the Sky Gold Group said that such a sharp god milk must be fixed with us. As a result, Lan Weiran suddenly said in the voice The channel said: "This new treatment is too bad, don't fix it with him, I will find someone else for you."
Then he decisively kicked Liu Chuan's undercover trumpet out of the guild.
Liu Chuan went undercover successfully and took Hua Feihua's trumpet offline. After returning to the new district, he found Yu'er and said, "Xiaoyu, if I remember correctly, you went to school in Harbin, right?"
Yu Xiangyang said, "Yes!"
Liu Chuan said, "Can you help me find someone? A teacher named Lan, whose name is Lan Weiran."
Yu Xiangyang asked, "Which Wei ran?"
Liu Chuan said: "The future will be the future. Teacher Lan, who teaches art, help you find out which school he is in."
Yu Xiangyang nodded and said, "Got it! I have a lot of classmates here in Harbin, and I asked them to help me find out."
The efficiency of Xiaoyu's work is quite high. What he explained yesterday has actually come to fruition today. After Liu Chuan got up and washed his face, the phone rang. It was a text message from Xiaoyu: "Captain, My classmate said that there is indeed a teacher surnamed Lan from the art academy next door, why are you asking about him?"
Liu Chuan asked, "It's not convenient for you to find him for me?"
Yu Xiangyang said: "Okay, my classmate happened to choose Teacher Lan's class, I'll just go in and listen to the get out of class. I'll find him after class. Do you want me to help you?"
Liu Chuan thought for a while and said, "Well, bring him a handwritten letter from me."
Liu Chuan found a piece of paper, took out a pen and quickly wrote a few lines on it, then scanned it into a picture and sent it over to let classmate Yu print it out. Seeing that the captain was so mysterious, Yu Xiangyang thought he had written some secrets. He didn't dare to peek at it. He folded the paper obediently, and went to the bookstore outside to buy an envelope and put the paper in it.
At three o'clock in the afternoon, Yu Xiangyang followed his high school classmates into the next-door art academy to attend a class.
Teacher Lan happened to have an open class today, and it was about color composition. The new teacher was very young, slender and well-proportioned, wearing a light blue long-sleeved shirt, and his chestnut hair was tied up at the back of his head. With a small ponytail and a neutral appearance, he looks very handsome. With such a face, his popularity is obviously higher than that of ordinary teachers. In addition, his voice has a unique hoarseness, which sounds very enjoyable to the ears. There were obviously many students from other classes in the classroom. The hundreds of seats in the large classrooms of the open class were all filled. In a university with a high rate of truancy, such a scene is relatively rare.
Lan Weiran opened the courseware on the podium and started lecturing. Yu Xiangyang, a layman, listened in a foggy way. He only thought that the paintings in the courseware were very beautiful. He drew it all by himself, and there was a burst of exclamation in the classroom.
Yu Xiangyang hid in the corner and secretly poked the arm of his good friend next to him: "What is the origin of this teacher Lan?"
The other party replied: "The teacher who just arrived this year should have a very hard background, otherwise he would not be able to enter our school at such a young age. I heard that his parents are famous people, and he has held a personal art exhibition or something. He is also an artist. He came from an aristocratic family and learned to paint since he was a child, so he has a solid foundation. I only know this, and I don’t know anything else.”
The more Yu Xiangyang listened, the more puzzled he became—what did Liu Chuan ask him to do with this teacher? Why is there a feeling of being irrelevant
He had no idea that the young man standing on the podium was once a top player in the game industry—the founder of Luohuaci team, Silan.
Lan Weiran's class lasted for two sessions, and after finishing the lecture, he packed up his laptop and turned to leave.
Yu Xiangyang immediately followed sneakily, and it was not until Lan Weiran walked into the lounge that Yu Xiangyang dared to knock on the door: "Is Teacher Lan here?"
Lan Weiran said, "Come in."
Yu Xiangyang pushed open the door and went in. Lan Weiran was sitting at the table drinking coffee. When he saw Yu Xiangyang, he raised his head and asked, "Classmate, what are you doing?"
Yu Xiangyang said: "Mr. Lan, hello, Liu Chuan asked me to come to you."
"..." Lan Weiran almost spit out the coffee.
Liu Chuan, you are simply omnipresent and pervasive!
Open a vest to lead a golden group in an online game, and your undercover agent finds out. Now you are in a class at school, and you have sent someone to come over in person? Why don't you become a detective!
Lan Weiran rolled his eyes in his heart and said, "What did he ask you to do with me?"
Yu Xiangyang took out a letter from his pocket and handed it over, "Teacher, read it yourself, I don't know, he wrote it all in it."
Lan Weiran's forehead twitched, took the envelope and opened it.
On the white paper, a lot of sassy wild grass is written, which is obviously printed out on A4 paper in the picture format—
"Silan, have you been bored recently? Come to Guangzhou to play with me on National Day. I will cover you with food and accommodation, and show you all the beautiful scenery in Guangzhou and eat all the delicious food. Of course, by the way, we will discuss the formation of the team. things :)
I dreamed about the scene where I defeated you again last night. I think it's not good for you to always lose to me. Maybe you owe me a lot of money in your past life? It doesn't matter, from now on, the past grievances will be wiped out, let's turn enemies into friends, fight side by side, and come back to win a championship together.
I know you are very excited. After all, you have never won a trophy. You must be wondering what it was like to win the championship, right? Come on, come with me to get one back, I will approve it in advance, and then I will move the championship trophy to your house for a few days, let you sleep with the trophy, and make up for the regrets in your heart over the years.
In order to express sincerity, the above content is written by Liu Chuan himself.
PS: My words are beautiful, right? "
Lan Weiran: "..."
Resisting the urge to tear the piece of paper into pieces and stuff it into Liu Chuan's mouth, Lan Weiran rubbed his aching temples, looked up at the innocent-looking classmate Yu Xiangyang, and said, "Liu Chuan asked you to bring it to me. What? Are you friends with him?"
Yu Xiangyang said, "Well, I met in the game."
Lan Weiran was a little surprised: "So you are his teammate? Do you want to play with him?"
Yu Xiangyang nodded immediately: "Yes!"
Lan Weiran looked him up and down and asked, "How old are you?"
Yu Xiangyang said, "I'm 17 years old."
Lan Weiran frowned: "Do your parents agree to play games at such a young age?"
Yu Xiangyang smiled and scratched his head: "I asked my parents, and they said that I could go to the city game with the Sichuan team while studying, and if I could successfully enter the professional league, they would consider letting me take a year off from school. I’ll play the league along, anyway, I’m still young, so I can go back to the class after playing.”
Lan Weiran looked at the boy in front of him. This 17-year-old boy had bright eyes, and he was cute when he smiled. He was a little silly. At first glance, there was no scheming. He must have been deceived by Liu Chuan with a few words. .
However, 17 years old is really a good age. When he finished the city competition and entered the professional league, Liu Chuan was already considered an old man in the e-sports circle. His hand speed, state and reaction ability would definitely decline, but Yu Xiangyang was 18 years old. , is the peak period of e-sports players. Obviously, Liu Chuan has considered it very carefully. There are veterans and newcomers in the team. Only such a team has the possibility to fight against a strong team. When it comes to young teams like Shengtang, Tongque, and Luohuaci, no matter how strong his tactics are, his state can't compare to the young ones.
Lu Xiang, Chen Junfei, Ye Chenxi, Liang Haibin... The new generation of the league's great gods are at their peak at this time, and most of the main players of the strong teams are under 22 years old. Liu Chuan is 24 years old this year. More than 25 years old, at this age, to be honest, in the domestic e-sports circle, they are all antique-level veterans.
He still refused to give up, and Lan Weiran admired this man's perseverance.
Liu Chuan is right, Lan Weiran is not suitable to return to the Luohuaci team, because Luohuaci is now completely under Ye Chenxi's world, his old captain will be in an embarrassing situation after returning, Xiaoye is a very good captain, Luohua Ci went smoother and smoother under the leadership of Xiaoye, and he was no longer needed there. If he goes back, with Ye Chenxi's respect for him, he will definitely give up the captain. Lan Weiran doesn't want his apprentice to give way.
If he really wants to make a comeback, it would be a good choice to team up with an old player like Liu Chuan. At this age, it would be strange to go to another team, and it would make more sense to form a team by himself...
It's just that this matter can't be made hastily, and he needs to think carefully.
Lan Weiran was silent for a moment thoughtfully, then raised his head and said: "After you go back, tell Liu Chuan that I may not be able to find him during the Chinese holiday, and I have to go back to Shanghai. He will understand if you say so. ."
Yu Xiangyang nodded blankly: "Oh..."
As the student Yu who passed the microphone, he was still confused and didn't understand what tricks the two were playing.
Thinking of the captain's order, Yu Xiangyang took out a green happy doll from his bag: "The captain asked me to give you this doll."
"..." Lan Weiran looked at the cute Q version of the Happy Doll in front of him and couldn't help laughing: "What did he do for me?"
Yu Xiangyang said: "He said it was a token."
Lan Weiran was speechless for a moment: "Okay, I understand."
- It's really crazy, what token are you giving, do you want to cut your fingers and drink blood to swear or something
Lan Weiran took the doll in his hand and squeezed it hard. The quality of this doll is quite good. It seems to be the official limited edition souvenir of the tenth season. The dolls of the martial art are distributed to different teammates, right
Lan Weiran didn't guess wrong. At this time, the dolls of the eight sects were indeed in different hands. Wu Zewen had the Five Poisons in his hand, Liu Chuan had the Tang Sect, Li Xiang kept Shaolin by himself, and Jiang Shaoqing had Wudang and Mingjiao in his hands. , he and Xu Ce are exactly one by one, Emei is in Qin Ye's hands, and Yu Xiangyang is in Xiaoyao and the Beggar Gang.
Now, the Xiaoyao doll was handed over to Lan Weiran, and there was still a beggar gang doll, Xiaoyu, to carry it by himself.
When Li wanted to distribute the dolls, he just wanted to share with you the joy of getting the limited-edition commemorative gift. He didn't expect that this set of dolls would become a token of every member of their team, and he didn't expect that one day, These separated dolls will be reunited, as if they were destined to come together.
Yu Xiangyang successfully completed the task assigned by the captain, passed on Lan Weiran's words to Liu Chuan, and asked curiously, "Captain, what is the relationship between Mr. Lan and you?"
Liu Chuan smiled and said, "He is the founder of Luohuaci team, Lanlanlanlan. He used to be my strongest mortal enemy, and he may be a teammate in the future."
"..." Student Yu's jaw almost dropped.
Captain, you are so strong that you actually pulled over your mortal enemies? !
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