On October 1st, it was the National Day holiday. He led the team Holy Zone to the central training camp and started two months of training.
Gu Xiaoyou was bored at home during the holidays, so she became He Rongqing's game friend and watched their team's training.
Of course it's not allowed according to the regulations, but who told them that they are not bound by the club.
He Rongqing, the captain, was very convincing in what he did, so no one would object to his approach, not even Qiao Qing, who had no objection.
However, she, Qiao Qing, does not lack the sense of presence that she deserves.
She is used to fighting for him, this has been her style since the formation of their team. So no one was surprised, but they felt that she was very suitable for this position.
Protecting the strongest output and becoming a long-range sniper at any time according to tactical needs is Qiao Qing's role in the team.
Gu Xiaoyou felt that this matter was developing in a strange direction. They were obviously love rivals, but instead of fighting openly and secretly and framing each other, they invaded that person's heart in their own way.
Is this a common characteristic of people who like He Rongqing? Gu Xiaoyou was very puzzled.
"I saw a Samoyed today that looks very much like you." Gu Xiaoyou's excited voice sounded in He Rongqing's ears, with a hint of lovesickness in the invisible space and time.
"Why do you look like me?" He Rongqing wore black headphones in his ears, playing games and talking on the phone with Gu Xiaoyou.
"Aren't you afraid?" he asked word for word, his words full of temptation.
While he was talking, Qiao Qing came over with a glass of milk, leaned down and spoke softly next to him, "There is no coffee today, only milk."
He Rongqing looked at the milky-white glass of milk, his handsome eyebrows wrinkled slightly, but he didn't say anything.
Seeing this situation, everyone in the team joked that only Qiao Qing could cure He Rongqing.
"Your thoughts are about game tactics." He Rongqing snorted coldly, stretched out his long fingers to pick up the glass of milk, took a sip gently, and suddenly said, "Is that all right?"
There was helplessness and a touch of endearment in his tone.
"No. You are not allowed to drink coffee when you stay up late in the future, and you have to drink all the milk." Gu Xiaoyou spoke deliberately and fiercely, pouting on the other end of the phone, her voice was soft and soft, with a hint of coquettishness.
"..." He Rongqing resignedly picked up the milk again and took a sip.
Then he raised his dark eyes, looked at Qiao Qing, and said in a calm voice, "We have an aunt in the training camp who has paid her salary."
The subtext is that you don’t need to do these things.
"Training, okay?" He raised his eyebrows lazily, raised the cup and handed it to her, with a natural noble aura surrounding him as he moved.
Qiao Qing didn't care about his indifference at all. Instead, she slightly curled her lips towards him and gave him a cold smile.
He Rongqing only glanced at it, then turned his attention to the screen and continued to practice the accuracy of his sniper shots over and over again.
"Buy it if you like it." He Rongqing's indifferent eyebrows seemed to melt away while talking to Gu Xiaoyou, and there was a faint starlight shining between his pupils, which was too gentle to look at.
"You must miss me."
He chuckled softly, with a smile that looked like a ten-mile peach blossom in full bloom, just like the coquettish peach blossoms under the iceberg spitting out their beauty.
(End of chapter)