Xiao Kai looked at Xue Xi, but saw that she had changed the keyboard and was familiar with the new keyboard actions. When she saw that she moved the pink keyboard and matching mouse, Xiao Kai was even more annoyed.

What came here to play a game, why use such a girlish thing?

When he was thinking, the door was suddenly pushed open. XH's coach suddenly rushed in. He frowned and said, "CM asked us to play a training match."

CM is the second-year-old team. Tao Wei knows that the new shooter will join the team today, but he has appointed a training match at this time, making it clear that he is here to engage them.

Feng Yan said directly: "Just refuse."

The coach shook his head: "He posted on Weibo. If we refuse, it will appear that we are scared, but now we will fight..."

The coach looked at Xue Xi and didn't hold any hope for her.

Regardless of how strong it is, everyone has their own style of play and must undergo running-in training before they can go to the formal competition.

The newcomer who just arrived, certainly can't integrate with the team.

Feng Yanning frowned, turned on the phone, and saw Tao Wei post on Weibo:

[Tao Wei V]: "Are you scheduled for a training match? @XH俱乐部"

Here is a row of taunts:

——Do they dare? Hahaha.

——If I were XH, I would have to accept the appointment. The new shooter has just arrived, and the team still needs to run-in. Playing games is the best way to run-in, especially compared to a strong team like CM.

——Yes, if there is no reason to refuse, hurry up and accept it.

——If XH refuses, then I will really be off fans, people like this look down on it.

...

It's really interesting to threaten with the reputation of being a fan.

Feng Yan's eyebrows drooped, and he slowly opened his mouth: "Let's hit it."

After he said this, he raised his head, and just about to speak, Xiaokai said: "But Brother Wang's shoulder is going to rest today, so he can't hit him anymore."

Pharaoh's injury in the middle is the heaviest among the players except for the shooter. In these few games, he played with injuries. Often after a game, his arm was so painful that he couldn't lift it up.

The coach also hates it. Their XH has always been the position of Top Peak. Why have they ever been afraid of a training game? CM is so deceiving!

He slowly said: "If we explain the problem with Pharaoh's arm, the sprayers will have to make excuses again."

After all, it's only six o'clock in the afternoon, and professional players are often inverted.

Lao Wang is a young man in his twenties with a slightly fat body. He moved his sore arms when he didn't play sports all the time, and the pain in his heart attacked directly.

Lao Wang hissed his teeth in pain, and said, "Fight! I can hold on!"

Even if they lose, they have to show their due momentum!

XH, never fear CM!

The youth's vitality was just aroused, and everyone said: "Yes, you can't be afraid of them!"

Seeing everyone saying this, Feng Yan flashed deep eyes from them, and finally said, "Well, then prepare."

Xiao Kai spoke directly to Xue Xi: "You go to practice solo first, I will go today."

In the game with CM, losers do not lose.

Xiaokai's words are exactly what everyone wants to say. Xue Xi is a newcomer after all, and even Feng Yan nodded. At this time, letting Xue Xi go, it would easily blow everyone's mind.

After Feng Yan nodded, the coach went to solicit people to open a room in the game to compete.

Before Feng Yan walked to his seat, he saw Gao Yanchen.

He glanced down at his watch and said, "Wait for two minutes."

After speaking, he went out, and after a while, he came back again with a bowl of millet porridge in his hand, and he handed it to Gao Yanchen.

Gao Yanchen was stunned.

Feng Yan said mildly: "You have a bad stomach. You must eat on time. I cooked this millet porridge by myself. There is a layer of rice oil on it. This is the most stomachic."

Gao Yanchen strained his jaw and looked at him fixedly.

Feng Yan really cares about a person and can make you feel comfortable in any details.

It was as if he had just entered the door, Feng Yan handed him a chair without a trace, and no one else found it.

And now...

Gao Yanchen lowered his eyes and took the bowl.

Feng Yan didn't move. He still stood in front of him, standing there with a height of 1.83 meters, with a sense of oppression.

Although he didn't speak, Gao Yanchen understood his speechless silence.

He needs to watch him drink it before going to a game.

Gao Yanchen glared at him, "Why are you so troublesome?"

As he said this, when he lowered his head to drink the porridge, there was a hint of sweetness in his heart.

The temperature of the porridge is just right, it melts in the mouth, with the unique fragrance of millet, after entering the painful stomach, the stomach is also relieved.

This bowl of porridge is not much. Gao Yanchen drank it in three or two sips. He was sighing why there was so little porridge. When his brother was still so stingy, Feng Yan took the bowl and turned his head and handed it to the coach. Feng Yan rubbed it. His head opened his mouth spoilingly: "The stomach should be raised slowly. You should not drink too much porridge. Eat small and frequent meals. After two hours, you can drink another bowl."

Gao Yanchen: "..."

He felt a little uncomfortable and said angrily: "I'm not a kid anymore, don't touch my head!"

Even though he said that, he did not move.

Feng Yan smiled, and then returned to his seat. The rest of the teammates looked at me and I looked at you, silently.

Seeing that they started to play training games, Xue Xi was idle and bored. In order to become familiar with the computer mode, he decided to play 1V1 mode on the computer.

Just casually match passers-by to solo.

During the matching time, several people have already started the training match.

After Xue Xi played a round, he found the feel and adapted to the computer side, when he heard Xiao Kai curse: "Fuck!"

She was taken aback for a while, and immediately saw Gao Yanchen go behind Lao Wang.

Xue Xi thought for a while and walked over.

As soon as he walked over, he saw Lao Wang in the middle of the road. Three people came from the opposite side to catch him. Although Lao Wang escaped for a while, his arm was obviously uncomfortable and he moved.

The opponent's Tao Wei typed on the public screen. He didn't know if it was intentional or did not set up a teammate to watch. He typed a line: [Catch two more waves against the middle, and Lao Wang's arm is useless! 】

When Lao Wang saw this, he was angry and angry. He was almost unable to hold on.

Xiaokai had the most explosive temper, and he directly cursed: "Tao Wei is too wicked! Knowing that Pharaoh is injured, he specializes in picking up soft persimmons! Too much!!!"

After Lao Wang avoided a few waves of damage, he still didn't escape the opponent and was killed.

When the screen went dark, Pharaoh's hand was shaking.

Tao Wei continued typing: [Go on, brothers, destroy them in the middle! 】

Typing on the public screen again and again, this is deliberate.

Not only to torture Lao Wang's body, but also to torture his mind, so that as long as he is resurrected from the fountain of blood, he will always be frightened.

This is too much.

[Some readers said that if you can't see 236 or 237, you can delete this book from the shelf and add it again! ~Today is really an accident beyond my control. It was smoked, which affected your reading perception. Sorry~ There is one more at 9pm~]