FCY Chapter 110

Wu Xinshen is hurting.

Wu Xinshen is hurting.

“Yan Yan, he’s gone.” Wu Xinshen looked at Luo Yan. Before Luo Yan closed his eyes, he privately messaged Wu Xinshen, asking him to get Cen Xi to go for an IV drip. “What conflict did you guys have?”

As soon as these words were spoken, the focus of the entire room shifted to Luo Yan.

Luo Yan opened his eyes, looking at the blackened X avatar, his tone calm as if the matter was unrelated to him. “It’s nothing, we broke up.”

“Ah?????” Wu Xinming looked at Luo Yan in disbelief. “Did Cen Xi bring it up?”

“I brought it up.” Luo Yan stretched his wrists, straightened his back, and held the mouse. “I’m not saying anymore, I’m going to continue practicing. Do as you please. Zhu Zi, send me the individual training schedule for the afternoon.”

“Check the WeChat group.” Zhu Zi immediately replied, his eyes, like everyone else’s, full of confusion. How could Yan Yan have brought up the breakup?

Everyone could see that Luo Yan loved Cen Xi very, very much. He had waited for Cen Xi for so long, and Luo Yan had been taking care of Cen Xi’s account (X) for the past few years. How, how could he have brought up the breakup? No one believed it. But everyone could tell from Luo Yan’s behavior that he didn’t want to delve into the matter. This time, Yan Yan was truly hurt.

Should we ask Brother Xi? Wu Xinming asked in a small group (a group of three: Wu Xinming, Wu Xinshen, and Zhu Zi).

Yan Yan isn’t saying, Cen Xi is even less likely to say. Zhu Zi replied.

Makes sense. Wu Xinshen agreed with Zhu Zi.

Then what do we do? Just let it develop like this? Wu Xinming, as the biggest CP fan of Luo Yan and Cen Xi, didn’t want to see this happen.

There must be a misunderstanding in the middle. That’s what Wu Xinming thought, but what misunderstanding could make Yan Yan give up on this relationship that he had invested so much emotion into?

Wu Xinming couldn’t figure it out.

Let it develop naturally. It will definitely get better. After Wu Xinshen replied in the group, he patted Wu Xinming. “Go train, don’t think about it. Look how serious the other two flankers in the team are. And then look at you, sigh~”

“Brother, don’t be like that.” Wu Xinming retorted, “Aren’t you not starting either?”

“Me?” Wu Xinshen opened the training plan in the group and placed it in front of Wu Xinming. “Take a look.”

“‘Beast Master (Wu Xinshen) is resting?'” Wu Xinming read out this line in disbelief. “Brother Zhu Zi, why?”

“Don’t you know what’s going on with your brother?” Zhu Zi leaned close to Wu Xinming’s ear and asked back.

In the team, apart from Zhu Zi, Wu Xinming, and Wu Xinshen himself, others didn’t really understand this matter.

Wu Xinming suddenly understood, and then typed on his phone. After typing, he placed it in front of Wu Xinshen: Do you still have the plaster?

Wu Xinshen smiled and nodded.

Wu Xinming continued to type: What are you smiling at? Your waist… how is it now?

Wu Xinshen used Wu Xinming’s hand to type: It’s okay, train hard, I’m going out.

Wu Xinming nodded, but still looked at Wu Xinshen worriedly. Wu Xinshen stood up, patted Wu Xinming’s shoulder, indicating that he should train hard, and then left the SY Base.

Hopefully, my brother will be better after this physical therapy. Even though Wu Xinming knew that this was difficult for esports players because they couldn’t give up training. Once they gave up training, their feel would be gone. But if they wanted a complete cure, they had to rest properly.

Everything was unsolvable. He could only hope that Wu Xinshen could play for a little longer.

Qing Lu, who was next to Wu Xinshen, secretly took out his phone and fiddled with it after Wu Xinshen left. In the next few minutes, he seemed to be training seriously, but in reality, his attention was always on his phone. It wasn’t until the phone rang that he glanced at it, and then his attention completely returned to the computer.

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