Duan Wenzheng's words made Zhou Kanqing stunned for a moment. He couldn't remember what he had said to Duan Wenzheng in the training room.
Or maybe there are too many of them and I don’t know which one he is referring to.
"Tell me to share more resources with me."
"… "
Duan Wenzheng's kind reminder made Zhou Kanqing choke. He didn't know whether he should thank Duan Wenzheng for this kind reminder, or: "Duan Wenzheng, can you be less shameless? Did you help me repost the Weibo? Do you dare to confront me again?"
"My memory is bad. What did you say?"
Zhou Kanqing looked strange. He looked at Duan Wenzheng suspiciously for a long while, and finally said, "That's it..."
"That?" Duan Wenzheng narrowed his eyes slightly.
"Of course it is..." Zhou Kanqing laughed, "The one that all men watch... Of course I don't watch the version you watch, but I still bought it for you willingly. Why are you so angry and ignoring me?"
Duan Wenzheng did not answer him, but the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and there was a hint of smile in his tone: "It turned out to be this..."
Zhou Kanqing looked at him blankly: "What do you mean? Why do you seem to be unaware of this? Didn't you tell me..."
Duan Wenzheng was brought back to his senses by Zhou Kanqing's rare insight. He still had an unconcealable smile on his lips:
"Yes, that's true."
"… "
Duan Wenzheng patted Zhou Kanqing on the shoulder and said, "It's late, go to bed."
Zhou Kanqing was pushed towards the room with a look of surprise on his face. He felt that the smile of the person behind him was too weird. He looked at him suspiciously for a few times and then walked towards the room with three steps.
But just as he opened the door and was about to return to the room, Duan Wenzheng came out again and called Zhou Kanqing. He shook his phone—
"By the way, I accidentally lost the video you sent me last time. Please send me another copy."
"… "
…
The quarter-finals came as expected, and the LGW players performed steadily and successfully obtained tickets to the semi-finals.
Xue Lan also breathed a sigh of relief.
This was their first game after Wen Yan left the team. Xue Lan used to follow behind Wen Yan when he was making attacks, and now the substitute players of the second team followed behind him just like he used to. Everything in the game was carried out according to his inference and guidance, which really took Xue Lan a long time to adapt.
However, what surprised Xue Lan the most was that in the past, when Zhou Kanqing was a back-post attacker, there were always some minor omissions in the cooperation with Lu You. But recently, the cooperation between Zhou Kanqing and Lu You has been getting better and better, and they even performed outstandingly in the quarter-finals.
Everyone was very surprised and admired it.
Zhou Kanqing looked at them and smiled helplessly: "Why? I can't just fight?"
Lu You cleared his throat awkwardly: "No, it's just that you have never been good at attacking from behind..."
"No one is really bad at it..." Zhou Kanqing laughed at himself: "I didn't think much before, I always thought there was..."
Zhou Kanqing glanced at Xue Lan beside him, but did not finish his words. Instead, he said, "I was wrong before. I now find that attacking from behind is also suitable for me."
Then he started laughing and changed the subject.
But Xue Lan knew that he didn't say "Because of Wen Yan now, he doesn't need to consider those things" because he wanted to take his own feelings into consideration.
Zhou Kanqing didn't look like this before.
He was not that cautious, and his nerves were not delicate enough to observe and consider other people's feelings.
Zhou Kanqing's past carefreeness, Xue Lan's own ease and comfort, and their current growth and changes, in the final analysis, are all because the people who once helped them to bear everything are gone.
Xue Lan took out his cell phone, thinking about how to tell Wen Yan the news.
At this moment, Wen Yan called.
Xue Lan was delighted and quickly answered the phone: "Captain!"
His voice instantly attracted several people who were happily chatting nearby, and they all came to his side without any prior arrangement.
Seeing that everyone was leaning over to listen, Xue Lan quickly set the phone to speakerphone.
"I'm no longer the captain now." Wen Yan laughed awkwardly from the other end of the line: "I just watched your live match, captain, congratulations on your advancement to the semi-finals."
"No, no, in my heart you will always be the captain." Xue Lan felt a little embarrassed when he said that: "How is the operation going? Everyone is very worried about your condition."
"The doctor said the recovery is going well."
Wen Yan's voice had a gentler tone than usual, which finally made Xue Lan feel relieved.
Knowing that Wen Yan was fine was one thing, but Xue Lan finally breathed a sigh of relief when she heard that everything was going well for him: "When can you come back?"
"It may be too late for the domestic competition. I will go back before the international competition." Wen Yan paused and suddenly said: "Exist, you..."
"The domestic competition is not possible?" Zhou Kanqing said with some frustration: "Will it take that long..."
"Zhou Kanqing, is it really necessary to trouble the captain for a mere domestic competition?" Duan Wenzheng sneered.
"When Wind says it's time to talk, it's time to talk! Stop interrupting!" Xie Zhinian punched Zhou Kanqing on the head, and several people began to talk to Wen Yan about the excitement during the game and the interesting things during training.
Wen Yan listened to them carefully and answered them gently when they were asked.
Xie Zhinian kept talking about how hard they had worked and how they thought the world championships would be no problem, so Wen Yan could rest assured and recover from his injury.
The tone was as if they had just played not the quarterfinals, but the world championship qualifiers.
"Okay, now the top four teams have been announced, us, Thunder, BTR and Phantom." After hanging up the phone, Xie Zhinian's expression became solemn and his words were completely different: "The strength of these three teams should not be underestimated. You all should concentrate on yourselves. Since you promised Wind that we can win the championship without him, play well and don't let him down."
No one said anything about his sudden change of expression, but everyone just agreed.
Xie Zhinian nodded: "The draw for the top four will be held on the day of the opening ceremony of the finals, so we won't know which team we will play against until that day."
"This means—"
Xie Zhinian's voice was solemn: "During this period before the finals, you must be proficient in dealing with the three teams, Thunder, BTR, and Phantom. Also, you can't relax in your singles match."
Duan Wenzheng responded in a low voice: "Got it."
Xie Zhinian was very satisfied with everyone's reaction. He nodded, and continued to ask everyone to go to the lounge for a hotpot dinner before leaving the training room.
After the top four were announced, "Dawn of Doom" left them a month to prepare, and the domestic finals were also scheduled for the holiday period from July to August.
There is also a two-month buffer period before the World Finals. Xue Lan looked through the situations of the three teams while calculating... According to Wen Yan, he might not be able to return to the club until after September
Xue Lan was watching intently and didn't notice Duan Wenzheng approaching him at this moment.
"Don't worry, no matter which team we draw, there will be no problem." He naturally put his hand on the back of Xue Lan's chair, leaned over and asked intimately: "There is still enough time before the next game, let's go eat now?"
Xue Lan quickly stopped what he was doing and looked at Duan Wenzheng, whose smile was exceptionally gentle.
Duan Wenzheng has been...very strange lately.
It wasn't that he said anything strange, but the smile on his face when he spoke recently made Xue Lan feel as if she was the dinner he was about to have.
Duan Wenzheng didn't know why his mood suddenly became surprisingly good. Even though Zhou Kanqing had been on the verge of death recently, he just pretended not to notice it. The club was harmonious and peaceful, without any trace of the fiery atmosphere of the past.
In recent days, everyone has focused on the quarter-finals, and he and Duan Wenzhen have rarely had the opportunity to be alone.
Duan Wen Zheng was in an unusually cheerful mood these days, which made Xue Lan feel relieved. He put the matter between the two of them aside for the time being and devoted himself to the training in preparation for the battle.
But Xue Lan felt that something was wrong with him now!
"I-I'm not hungry."
"What's wrong?" Duan Wenzheng seemed not to notice Xue Lan's fearful eyes. He pulled out a chair and sat down next to him again.
"Aren't you going to eat?" Zhou Kanqing and his companions saw that the two men had no intention of moving, so they walked out while calling out, "Aren't you going to eat?"
"You go first." Duan Wenzheng responded and turned his gaze back to Xue Lan.
Xue Lan looked at Zhou Kanqing and the others who were about to walk out the door, and hurriedly wanted to stand up and follow them.
Duan Wenzheng pulled his chair over and forced him to sit back in his seat again, looking at him with a half-smile: "Didn't you say you're not hungry?"
"… "
Duan Wenzhen was like a hunter who had been dormant for a long time. He patiently gave the prey enough time and then brought the prey back to his side as if playing with it.
"The domestic finals will be in a month." He glanced at the people who were talking and laughing as they left the training room, and pulled Xue Lan's chair closer to him: "Since you're not hungry, let's talk about something else now?"
"Chat, chat?"
Xue Lan didn't know what he was saying, but he glanced at his side cautiously, as if he was ready to escape if something went wrong.
Duan Wenzheng fastened his seat unnoticeably, cutting off his way of retreat, and looked into the pair of eyes that were obviously unaware of what was happening but were filled with fear because of realizing the danger.
Like a shivering little rabbit.
"Just tell me..." Duan Wenzheng unconsciously moved closer, his voice whispering in his ear like a kiss: "How do you think the video you watched recently... How is it?"