Shi Luo's rare accumulation of knowing Mu Shaoai's affair was so cold that the fans poured cold water.

Shi Luo was not too stubborn and was used to pinching with the sprayer. Shi Luo was very vigilant. He knew the anti-black tricks and thought that this might be caused by his own team.

Shi Luo very conscientiously clicked into the user IDs of the comments one by one—the only illusions in my heart were broken one by one.

There are fans who have loyal to Yu Yong for five or six years, technical fans who specialize in highlighting competitions for themselves, sister fans who have won thousands of awards in their live broadcasts, and steel straight men who have liked their team since FS. Team fans, there is a die-hard fan who started his live game two years ago ...

Those users who scolded their trumpets the most ruthlessly, almost all the micro-blogs they posted were boasting about themselves, and the content was more touching than one ...

Shi Luo squeezed the fire and swallowed back the swearing words that had to come out of his mouth.

They are all their own fans, some are girls, which can't be scolded anyway.

Even if they can't hear.

Even if they scolded their trumpet really, it was too much.

"Forbear ..." Shi Luo was so angry that he had a scalp. "Forbear your hands, no one can spray me ..."

Shi Luo couldn't do the sand carving on the trumpet and enthusiasm for his fans. These comments had to be deleted, but I think it's my own fans who can't bear it. Shi Luo doesn't read the comments, but it's still very Toutou stubbornly tweeted:

[To live with Yu Yong, he actually changes sheets, folds clothes, and covers quilts. 】

When Shi Luo Weibo just sent it out, a user named "Love Evil Life" sent a comment to him: [@Free 电子 竞 俱乐部 This person has started again, can everyone report him together and seal him? ]

Shi Luo looked at the ID of this fan who threatened to give himself a title and squeezed his brows tiredly ...

If Yu Yu will not succeed in the future, none of his fans will be innocent.

Shi Luo dropped his trumpet and put away his unblessed love.

Shi Luo just cut back to the large size, and Yu Yong came back with the takeaway.

It was still raining heavily outside, and there were a few drops of water on the take-out bags.

When Lola passed a small table under his bed and placed it on the bay window, Yu Yong put the takeaway on the small table, and the two leaned against the bay window to eat.

Yu Yong looked up and down at the same time while dismantling the takeaway: "What's wrong?"

Shi Luo froze and raised his eyes: "Huh?"

Yu Yong took out the take-out food box and put it away: "You look ... like you have just been angry."

Shi Luo opened the takeaway food box, hesitated, and Tong Yu said.

"My fans laughed at me and scolded me ... I still have to report me, and one of them still said to hit me." Shi Luo said, holding his chopsticks expressionlessly, the words were not very clear, "That scared me to say I want to hit my fans Yesterday, I still posted on Weibo that I hope that Shizu ’s all wishes can be fulfilled. I now hope that she will not destroy my love, can it? ”

Yu Yongren smiled: "What is your trumpet ID? I'll check it out."

"No!" Shi Luo felt humiliated when he turned over to read the pain literature he sent. How could he let Yu Yong see, "I have nothing to read, I deleted it all when I turned back."

"So what should I do?" Yu Yong slowly stirred the rice porridge. "Or ... use large hair?"

"Don't make trouble." Shi Luo opened the milk tea insulation packaging and took a sip. "That doesn't mean it's public?"

Yu Yong took a sip of porridge with a relaxed tone: "Then make it public."

Shi Luo sipped the milk tea on his lower lip and hesitated: "What do you mean?"

Shi Luo looked at Yu Yong with confidence: "It's time to enter the playoffs, don't mess up, I'm really, you ..."

Yu Yong raised his eyes: "How do I?"

When Lorton paused, he didn't say clearly: "You're actually crazy ... stronger than me."

Yu Yong smiled: "Am I crazy?"

"Have you never heard of it? The more disgusted and usually looking at people who are very gentle, the more scary it is to start crazy." Shi Luoxin has a whisper, "You are that kind of person."

"And." Shi Luo bit his straw and whispered, "Your girlfriend's wife has more powder than me ... will you?"

Yu Yongguan: "Did I care about this?"

When Shi Luo's heart was hot, his suffocation disappeared instantly.

Shi Luo took his chopsticks and bowed his head to take the food seriously: "Forget it, it's good to play underground love."

Yu Yong drank the porridge slowly. While Luo was not paying attention, he picked up his phone and opened Weibo.

The information exposed by Shi Luo was enough. Yu Yong searched Shi Luo's trumpet in a little while. Yu Yong glanced at it, copied a URL and saved it on the mobile phone's notepad, and put the phone aside.

After eating out, the rest of the base got up one after another. Yu Yong didn't avoid suspicion. She remained in Shiluo's room until old Joe knocked on the door at about five in the afternoon.

Today's regular season is Saint's old club IAC against Los Angeles.

Saint's game must be watched. Instead of waiting for the rematch after the game, it is better to watch the live broadcast directly. Anyway, the training in the afternoon was canceled, and it is better to replay in advance without playing the training game.

Zhou Huo was anxious to find Yu Yong to inquire about his and Shi Luo's progress. He went to the training room in advance, and he understood what he was wearing. He was wearing glasses and holding a notebook and holding a pen to sit and watch the battle.

Several people in the team came to the training room one after another, and the match began shortly after.

After Shi Luo transferred, IAC's combat power has dropped a lot this season, and it can no longer be regarded as the league's first echelon team.

But Saint gave IAC enough respect and still took the posture of the World Championship finals. IAC's current combat style is a stable layout across the board. Saint is clearly also targeted. They played more stable and more cautious than IAC. In the first small game, Saint played steadily and firmly, preferring to play slowly without revealing any flaws to IAC. The game won easily and played for fifty minutes.

I do n’t know. I thought Saint was playing in the World Series knockout.

"Saint ..." Puppy chuckled, "What's going on with Saint recently? Is it necessary to be so dedicated?"

Old Joe's eyebrows were always twisted: "Always feel they ..."

Yu Yong watched quietly without speaking.

The two commentators of the game are still analyzing the importance of the careful layout of Saint. The discussion is endless. Zhou Huo only understood the commentary when watching the game. He said: "Isn't the commentary explained, this strategy is correct."

Other than Zhou Huo, others are not at all optimistic.

Professional players may not express professionally in professional interpretation, but their insight into the battle situation is definitely more thorough than that of explanation. Shi Luo frowned and said: "Saint is not going to play fast breaks. He suppressed the IAC front row from the beginning. This game has long been over. The slowest way must be used ... The win rate is higher, but it is too late. "

Chen Huo rubbed his neck: "Everyone else has finished their work, so they ... now, just like paying for sightseeing by themselves, I wish I could show every show."

Yu Yong looked at the screen and suddenly turned to Shi Luo: "The assaulter of their team ... Amaze, they called him old A, right? How old are you this year?"

Amaze was Saint's bench assault when Yu Yong had not been to Europe two years ago. He had not played two years ago. No one in the team except Shi Luo had played with him before.

"Old A ..." Shi Luo raised his eyebrows. "If I remember correctly, he should have been a starter just a year ago. I didn't know that Saint still had such a person before. Later, after he started playing, he listened to me. The team said that he has actually been in the league for a long time, the specific age ... I do n’t know. "

"I know." Old Qiao said, "He and Angel Sword are Saint's young students in the same period. Angel Sword is twenty-three this year. He is two years older than Angel Sword."

"Twenty-five." Yu Yong paused for a moment, whispering, "Just started last year, it should be a player of the type of reward, and training is definitely indispensable ..."

When Shi Luo's eyes moved slightly, Yu vaguely realized the meaning of Yu Yong's words.

Old Joe was startled and couldn't help sitting up straight: "You mean ... he's going to retire?"

"Unsure." Yu Yong leaned against the back of the chair and said lightly, "According to the general situation in the league, the professional age of the sniper position is the longest, followed by the medical therapist. The assault position is originally the profession with the lowest average retirement age. This position is for players. The requirement for reaction ability is too high. This has not yet taken into account injuries and injuries. Most players of this age are occupational diseases. If he is true ... "

Yu Yong shook his head gently: "Hope is not."

There was a moment of silence in the training room.

Others knew very well that Yu Yong's conjecture was the most reasonable and could best explain Saint's current situation.

Old Joe hesitated and said: "You said ... I seem to have an impression of who said that Old A's right shoulder has a problem ..."

The overall atmosphere of Saint now is obviously trying his best to play every game, playing one less game, even for the weak team, and not negligent, and hate to play for a few minutes, obviously can retain tactics and physical strength until the playoffs. And after the World Championships, they were partial, as if ... can't wait.

The most logical explanation is that someone on their team is facing an injury and retired, they really can't wait.

"He ..." Zhou Huo couldn't understand. "It's only a few months. What method should I use to get some temporary and powerful treatment, and then find a team doctor or something. I have to lie down and go to the World Championship."

"If you can lie down, you will lie down. Who wouldn't want to go in the World Championships." Old Joe whispered, "But what if I can't get through? And ..."

Old Joe asked: "How do you know he can drag it to now, hasn't he already done temporary strong treatment?"

Old Joe slowly said: "I was conservative treatment first, and then switched to strong treatment and then retired for half a year. After starting strong treatment, I simply couldn't see the head at a glance, I don't know which day I can get through, I can only grasp Now. "

The second game was about to begin. Zhou Huo looked at Saints and still felt sorry: "In fact ... there is still a way. Now that the regular season is not over yet, just let you put Shi Luo before the playoffs that year. It's like a strong one. Now take the time to buy a substitute and assault. Before the end of the regular season, let the newcomer play a game for the old A. Then there is hope. If the old A can't hold on, let the newcomer top. "

Puppy said: "We want it, Saint definitely wants it more, but he didn't do it. He chose to maintain the current lineup. You look at their status ... They are very positive, and they are not reluctant. This is definitely the meaning of the entire team. "

Old Joe sighed: "Injuries, so **** ... the most disgusting."

Shi Luo had just been playing for two years, and his teammates and several of his teammates were all in top young condition. He was the least able to feel empathy for the retired from injury.

Shi Luo wanted to search to see how old A had been playing for a few years, touched his coat pocket, and forgot his cell phone in the dormitory.

Shi Luo got up and went to the dormitory to get a cell phone.

"Why?" Zhou Huo still feels a pity. "If they want to play like this again, the whole team may not be able to go to the World Championship. Hurry up and buy a new player. When the old A can't hold it up, he will be replaced. How good, Angel Sword. What are you thinking ... "

"What do you think?" Puppy shrugged. "Thinking about not letting the old A come off the bench."

Zhou Huo smiled helplessly: "He is hurt, who can blame? What can he do with the bench?"

"Not very much." Old Joe looked at Old A fixedly. "He has been in Saint's bench for six or seven years before, can he not get used to it?"

Zhou Huoyu stuffed.

Old Joe said: "If I were the Angel Sword, I would not agree to come to the bench. He can play for a few days, and I can play with him for a few days ... He has been with me for so many years, can I not be with him for a few months now? "

Chen Huo exhaled: "If my teammates are like this ... I shouldn't want newcomers either."

Puppy nodded: "Anyway, I'm in good health. I lost once and next time."

Zhou Huo looked at several people unexpectedly and smiled: "Well, all the wicked guys? Why are you so loved by your teammates suddenly?"

"Don't be disgusted," Chen Huo said disgustedly, "Who loves them ... but will still be separated from each other."

Shi Luo returned to the dormitory and took his mobile phone back to the training room. He had just forgotten to close the door of the training room. He hadn't entered the door and heard Zhou Huo said: "You can understand it if you think about it ... Usually, you squeeze each other right again. Still reluctant, I can never be completely rational. After all, I have been teammates for so many years ... "

Zhou Huo sighed in a low voice: "You can't say anything about emotions, so many years of emotions ..."

Shi Luo stepped in.

Shi Luo instinctively felt ... the topic of the people in the room, he couldn't get in.

Except for himself, everyone is "a teammate for so many years."

"It hasn't been so many years." Chen Huo said, "If Shiluo Zi suddenly breaks his hand tomorrow, I'd rather he use one-handed operation than a substitute."

Shi Luo was stunned outside the door.

"You have to drag him ..." Puppy said slowly. "How long have I been scolded by the sprayer because I don't have any experience in the world? ... It's not because of the plague that happened two years ago. What should I do?" I've been to the World Championship. Hi, I can't think about it ... "

Yu Yong said indifferently: "I thank Shilu for your poisonous milk for Shi Luo, and his hands will not be broken in this life."

Old Joe Waner: "That's all going to work harder. This year we must rush into the World Championships to make Evil a success."

Shi Luo leaned out of the door and bowed his head and smiled a moment later.

After so many years of being outside of human relations, after so long, Shi Luo headed down to the ground for the first time, and felt that one of the places where he lived was really his own territory.