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    Arithmetic

    Several FP players managed to survive the third game with anger buffs.

    The moment the sacred music was sung, the whole place was in an uproar.

    Hechen’s heartbeat still seemed to ring in his ears. He took two small breaths and took off his sound-isolating headphones.

    The door to the soundproof cabin had just opened, and the excited voice of the commentator poured in instantly.

    “Twenty-three minutes of the decisive game! Let us congratulate the FP team for winning this season’s Gold Cup! This is also the fourth time that FP has won the domestic competition…”

    His excited and somewhat unstable voice resonated with the audience, and even the players’ emotions were aroused. The scene was filled with excitement, applause lingered for a long time, and the names of the team and players were constantly shouted.

    In the player seat opposite GND, several players who participated in the competition were ashen-faced after each match. Fade gritted his teeth and glanced at others while dismantling peripherals, almost writing the word “gloating” on his face.

    While watching the excitement, he suddenly remembered something and asked He Chen: “What did you tell the captain before the game? Does anything count?”

    Coco’s heart skipped a beat as she was focusing on herself. Her ears stood up immediately as her ears reacted faster than her eyes.

    He raised his head, glanced at He Chen hesitantly, and turned his gaze in mid-air to Lin An.

    Fade reacted greatly, but Coco sat next to Hechen during the game, and even walked in the area where Hechen’s skills were active for a long time in the game, so he could clearly see Hechen’s operations.

    Hechen moves beautifully, reacts quickly and operates steadily. This is a fact recognized by the team.

    Even Lao Tao, the devilish instructor, found it difficult to find fault with him.During the toughest few days, Coco came out to refresh herself and overheard Lao Tao and Manager Qiao talking.

    Qiao Zhi: “Have our players been training too much recently? It’s almost three o’clock and we are still in the training room, especially He Chen. I saw his trumpet record. He still trained for an extra hour when everyone else took a break. When Nuwa created him, he hid his sleeping function?”

    Lao Tao smacked his lips, “It’s a bit hard, but it’s effective. You didn’t find that he gets stronger when he’s strong, and his progress is not even a little bit faster.”

    “Can you not hurry up?” Qiao Zhi muttered, “The others’ growth histories are relatively complete, and their styles and types are basically determined. Only Hechen is like a stack of white paper that has just been unpacked, and there are still many possibilities…”

    Lao Tao laughed, “If you want to achieve results and win, you must go through this process…”

    He touched his chin and suddenly thought thoughtfully, “Is it because Lin An brought him? I always feel that his rhythm and habits are becoming more and more similar to Lin An…”

    Qiao Zhi: “…”

    He paused, suddenly remembering something, and asked with some suspicion: “Like Lin An? Did Lin An train so hard before?”

    Lao Tao sneered, “Otherwise? Who’s performance is achieved by sleeping? Earlier, Lin An would train all night continuously. Later, the boss was afraid that this cash cow would die suddenly, so he asked the team doctor to strictly regulate his training schedule, and he ended the abuse to himself from time to time…”

    Putting aside the other things, Coco pursed her lips. She really didn’t know how He Chen’s operation, which was praised by Lao Tao as Lin An, could throw a holy light across the lane to the jungler after destroying the opponent.

    Coco is a well-behaved baby who was born solo, but in fact, she rarely sees the ambiguity between people.

    But these two people are doing this in the game.

    The little radar in Coco’s heart started to work silently, its tentacles touched back and forth, and she smelled a hint of… flirting.

    Is he…thinking too much?

    After the game, Lin An, as the representative of the domestic championship team, stayed for an interview.

    After three games, including the intermission, the players have been tense for more than three hours, and suddenly relax. They usually go back to the lounge to adjust before leaving.

    But the unlucky guy who has to deal with the media naturally doesn’t have this chance.

    Lin An is an old player who has been in the game for many years. He is strong, smart and has his own opinions.Qiao Zhi is very annoyed by his style of seemingly not caring about anything, but in fact he has a strong desire to control. This kind of player is difficult to grasp. Simply put, it is a thorn in the side of the team.

    But he can hit this thorn and bring results to the team.Let alone Qiao Zhi, even if the people at the headquarters want to take advantage of Lin An, they still have to weigh three points.

    But he knew what to do and what not to do without Qiao Zhi being present. Qiao Zhi was relieved about this, so after giving him a few words, Qiao Zhi let him go alone.

    He Chen put away the medal, packed his belongings, stared at Lin An’s closed door, and saw that Qiao Zhi did not intend to follow him. He hesitated for a moment, took out his mobile phone and sent Qiao Zhi a message.

    The others were still immersed in the excitement of winning the championship. Only Coco noticed He Chen leaving the lounge alone.

    He stared at He Chen’s back, thoughtfully.

    When Hechen found Lin An according to the route Qiao Zhifa gave him, Lin An was raising his arm and asking the staff to put on the portable microphone for him.

    He Chen’s hand pushing the door paused, and he pressed his knuckles against the cool glass. He could vaguely hear some noisy voices inside through a transparent barrier, but he could only see the person he wanted to see.

    Lin An at this time was different from when he and He Chen were alone. If you look carefully, he was actually different from the focused and serious person he was during training.

    He Chen traced Lin An’s outline with his fingers through the glass door, and thought of a post he had seen on social media.

    He still remembered the picture accompanying that article, which showed twenty-year-old Lin An standing on the stage of the World Championships holding a gold cup in hand. The national flag was rising behind him. The young man had sharp eyebrows and arrogant ambition hidden in his eyes.

    The foreign media always used exaggerated words. At that time, they used the term “Evil Dragon of the East” to describe Lin An, alluding to his burning ambition, but actually accusing him of being ruthless and ruthless in defeating the European division teams without any scruples.

    But after so many years of playing, and teammates coming and going, Lin An’s temperament has been repeatedly polished by reality, like a cut and polished diamond, with the uneven edges and corners worn away, and the remaining parts have become works of art that can be displayed in the window.

    But now, He Chen looked through the people in front of him little by little and saw the tall and upright young man who was once so high-spirited on the field.

    Lin An half-closed his eyes, using the time before the visit to adjust his thoughts. He noticed that someone seemed to be looking at him. He subconsciously turned his head to look, but saw an unexpected figure.

    Lin An’s surprised expression only lasted for 0.1 seconds, and the legendary ruthless e-sports dragon just raised the corners of his mouth and smiled at him.

    There were two photographers, a man and a woman, carrying cameras on the other side. Because their sight was blocked, they didn’t notice He Chen’s presence, and the two chatted casually.

    “Having photographed so many e-sports stars, Gloam is really the best at holding the camera. No matter what the angle or the light, it’s not even a little bit harder to see. It’s no worse than those celebrities and Internet celebrities.” The female photographer made simple adjustments through the lens and said with emotion.

    The woman uses euphemistic words, but the man is much more explicit.

    “You look at the skin, I look at the bones.” The man said with an ambiguous smile, “Even though he looks handsome, he has such a bridge of nose and tall roots. He is also very strong in that aspect.”

    “Hey, keep talking, why are you running down the street?” The woman snorted disdainfully, “You’re at work, don’t get sick.”

    “Are you afraid to say this?” The man curled his lips, “Things that many people know are no longer secrets.”

    “Let’s not talk about whether the rumor is true or not. Even if it is true, people who want to date him can circle around our venue. You want to make people look at you with your sharp mouth and monkey cheeks?”

    “Who can’t have a dream anymore?” The man hummed and smiled, “What if? Who can say for sure.”

    He Chen caught him off guard and smiled, curling up his fingers on the glass door. He found that Lin An was still looking at him and put his hands in his pockets as if to hide it.

    He Chen listened to the unabashed conversation between the two of them. Looking at Lin An at this time, he felt as if he was having an affair with him in full view of the public.

    But he escaped and couldn’t help but think back to the look Lin An had just seen.

    This person deserves to have the largest e-sports fan base in the country, and he is also very popular with all kinds of weird people.

    Among the young men who have long-term day and night reversal, endocrine disorders, and are chased by dark circles and acne, Lin An does have a look that makes people hateful.

    Even now that the two of them are together, He Chen occasionally feels unreal.

    It was as if he had a beautiful treasure that he shouldn’t have. He cherished it extremely, but he couldn’t help but question himself, letting worries about gains and losses take over.

    This is actually a dangerous signal. He Chen sometimes wants to hold Lin An’s hand in front of others and become the person who can capture his gaze forever, even his eyes.

    But reason always comes out at the right time.

    He Chen pursed his lips.

    “Why don’t you rest in the background? I’m very fast here.”

    The person he had been thinking about suddenly crossed the barrier and appeared in front of him.

    He Chen was so immersed in his own world that when he raised his head, his eyes were still blank.

    Lin An touched his innocent and kind eyes like little animals, the sharpness in his eyes faded away, and his expression became extremely soft.

    Hechen’s knuckles felt hot, which was the temperature of Lin An’s body covering him.

    “Why are your hands so cold?”

    He Chen raised his eyes and saw Lin An’s slightly wrinkled forehead.

    Due to the crowds of people and the microphone already hung up, although Lin An was worried, he couldn’t say anything at this time. He unzipped his team uniform jacket with a “swish”, and the next second, the jacket was draped on He Chen.

    The staff inside were urging him, and Lin An helped him gather his clothes, pressed his fingers hard on his shoulders, and said in a nonchalant voice: “It all counts.”

    He Chen pulled the lapel of Lin An’s coat and saw him sitting on a single chair wearing only a T-shirt with the team’s logo, waiting for the interview. He blinked to hide his surging emotions, but turned around to face two dumbfounded photographers.

    He Chen: “…” Forgot.

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