Chapter 22:

Jian Rong didn't expect that his ID would appear in the hot reviews. The battle between the two sides in the building and the building was fierce, and the number of TTC fans was large. The water friends in his live broadcast room could top two, and no one would lose.
Jian Rong had been scolded a lot before and didn't think there was anything.
So when he saw Xiao Baihong staring at him with murky eyes, he didn't know what to do.
"...They are like this, they scold everyone when they see it, not against you." Jian Rong frowned, trying to comfort him.
Unfortunately, he hasn't turned on the "comfort" skill yet.
So he held back for a long time and gave up: "But you, a big man, cry after being scolded?"
Xiaobai rubbed his eyes, "Who is being scolded and crying! Did I cry for these sprays? They are worthy too!"
A few seconds later, he added weakly: "Of course, I didn't mean to scold your fans..."
Jian Rong wondered: "Then what are you crying for?"
Xiaobai was embarrassed to say that he was sorry for the teammate who was fired from the fake match. He felt that his words were not promising and hypocritical.
So he said: "I have been playing for so many days in the rankings, and I have not been able to get up. I feel bitter, can't I cry if I want to cry!"
Jian Rong: "..."
"You kind of assassin-type mid laner knows a fart! You lost a skill to beat the mid lane score and went up. Have you ever thought about how difficult it is for our humble support positions to score! Now the AD of the diamond ranks is like a brain damage !" Xiaobai said more and more vigorously: "You also abducted my jungler!"
Your jungler?
Jian Rong raised her eyebrows, and the feelings of compassion towards Xiaobai disappeared in her heart: "I didn't turn. Why is it difficult to support the score? Isn't PUD's support the king of his own single row?"
Xiao Bai: "...You mean I'm not as good as him!"
Jian Rong retracted her gaze, leaned back on her chair, and said in a cool voice, "You can't understand me this way."
The atmosphere of the training room was originally quite sad, and Yuan Qian laughed directly behind the two of them in a few words.
Pine dropped his phone on the table, and continued to train his soldiers blankly.
Xiaobai was so angry that his tears disappeared. In fact, he is not so sentimental. Today, an old fan of Kan sent him a lot of photos of him and Kan in private messages. It is inevitable to be emotional after seeing a lot.
He opened LOL and just wanted to send points to vent his mood.
"What rank are you now?" Jian Rong asked.
Xiao Bai: "Drill four."
"What else do you do besides lying down."
"???"
Xiaobai: "Why are you still attacking in series"
"Add this number." Jian Rong repeated: "The ID is called, "What else can I do besides lying down?"
"..." Xiao Bai was startled, and it took him a long time to react: "You want to take me to the top?"
Jian Rong asked: "Can't get on?"
Xiaobai quickly added the person: "Take you, come in quickly... Why do you have so many trumpets, why don't you just play with me with the big trumpet? Are you not also climbing?"
Jian Rong chose a good location: "Ask me again to leave the room."
Xiaobai quickly started the game.
hospital.
Lu Baiyuan sat on the bench, moving his wrists while playing with the phone with his other hand.
"I told you not to read Weibo, it's bad..." Ding Ge caught a glimpse of his expression and said, "What are you laughing at?"
Lu Baiyuan looked down at the various messages he received on Weibo and said, "No."
Ding Ge just wanted to say something, and soon another phone came in.
He picked up and dealt with a few sentences before hanging up, and said, "This is the twelfth call I received today. Really, I am shocked when I hear the concern of my colleagues. Ask me about Kan." Even if it’s the case, it’s changing the law to inquire about our mid laner."
As a wealthy club, TTC is under the attention of e-sports fans. Usually, any game can be searched, not to mention the big event of changing mid laner.
Lu Baiyuan didn't lift his head, and asked quietly, "If you make an official announcement earlier, no one will ask."
"How can it be so fast, the contract has not been signed yet." Ding Ge paused and confessed: "We wanted to try him for a while. Soft has obvious advantages and obvious disadvantages. His personal strength is very strong, I think Above the air, he played these two training matches. Have you ever seen him take the initiative to play with someone?"
Lu Baiyuan asked: "Then why is it set?"
Ding cleared his throat: "One is that I don't have time, so I have to start to familiarize him with your rhythm early. The other is... his 18th birthday is actually only two or three months away."
Lu Baiyuan raised his eyebrows.
Ding Ge said: "I'm afraid he will think about it, or live broadcast to make money, and patted his and left."
Lu Baiyuan laughed.
The possibility is not without it.
The phone vibrated suddenly, and Lu Baiyuan lowered his head and nodded.
[PUD, XIU: Brother, are you free? 】
XIU is the jungler of the PUD team. He is an old player in the same period as Lu Baiyuan. The two met before they started playing professionally.
As the two giants of LPL, the relationship between TTC and PUD is not bad, and they will nod their heads when they meet in the background.
But it's only limited to this. After all, the two teams have too many things to compete, champions, endorsements, sponsors... even fans are torn apart in major software every day.
In the last S10 finals, the director gave the TTC players a long shot and was scolded by PUD.
Therefore, among the active members of PUD, only XIU is considered a friend of Lu Baiyuan.
[R:? 】
[PUD, XIU: Two in a row? 】
[R: Not free now. 】
[PUD, XIU: OK]
[PUD, XIU: By the way, haven't you started looking for new mid laners? The Spring Split will begin soon. 】
[R: Do you also make a routine? 】
[PUD, XIU: Hahaha, I’m really curious]
[R: I have found it]
[PUD, XIU: Who? Give a hint, I promise not to say it. 】
[R: The guarantee is useless. Ding Ge is by my side. 】
Beating on the other side for a long time, in the end he still refused to compromise.
[PUD, XIU: Then you give me a little hint, I guess it myself, this is always okay. 】
Prompt.
Lu Baiyuan looked down and thought for a while.
[R: Very good child. 】
[PUD, XIU: I see! It must be the little yellow hair in the European division! 】
[PUD, XIU: Or the little dwarf in South Korea? 】
[PUD, XIU: I remember that all of your youth academies are pretty good? Wouldn't it be on the spot...]
His phone hummed, Ding frowned when he heard: "What's going on?"
"No." Lu Baiyuan closed the phone and said concisely: "Play guessing."
After the examination, Ding Ge eagerly asked: "How about the doctor? Is there any improvement?"
The doctor looked at the film and said noncommittal: "You haven't been training much recently, right?"
Lu Baiyuan said faintly, "I can't play anymore."
Ding Ge was embarrassed to say that they had just finished a training match at noon, and asked: "He is in this state, can he continue training?"

It’s okay, but you still have to pay attention to rest. You can’t practice for more than ten hours as before. It’s too exaggerated. It’s too much to halve, and don’t mention heavy objects.
The doctor said,
Also, check up regularly. Come once a month."
Ding immediately set a follow-up time for next month.
On the way back to the base, Ding had another thought. He is not a wordy person, but he can't help nagging when he thinks of Lu Baiyuan's wrist.
Lu Baiyuan sounded drowsy, so he simply leaned on the car mat to sleep soundly.
"I'll make a new training plan for you when I go back. If the time can be shortened, let's try to reduce it..." At the traffic lights, Ding Ge glanced at the roadside and said: "There is a milk tea shop here. I will stop to buy some and go back to coax them. Don’t you all say you feel good after drinking this stuff?"
After parking the car, Ding Ge said: "I ask them what they drink, do you drink?"
"No... wait," Lu Baiyuan raised his eyelids and took out his mobile phone from his pocket: "Let me ask."
Ding was stunned for a moment: "Okay."
Jian Rong’s profile picture is the photo of Luyecats he posted on Weibo.
Lu Baiyuan casually photographed the sign of the milk tea shop and sent it over.
[R: What to drink? 】
This is their first chat with friends.
After two minutes did not receive a reply, Lu Baiyuan was about to make a voice call.
[Fucker: Just now in qualifying, I will ask immediately]
[Fuer: Xiaobai wants whole sugar milk tea, Pine and Brother Qian want green tea. 】
[R: What does Jian Rong want? 】
[Fuck ear:...]
[Fuck ear: orange juice, thank you]
The car drove back to the base and stopped. Lu Baiyuan was stopped by Ding Ge as soon as he picked up two drinks.
"Don't mention heavy things," Ding Ge said, "Let me come!"
Lu Baiyuan laughed and said, "It won't be... you should stop a little bit. Don't make this kind of battle at the base, they will think I broke my hand."
"It's almost there. Your hands shook last time and I felt flustered at the first glance."
The two walked to the training room. When Ding went halfway, he remembered something: "By the way, do you think Soft is a bit withdrawn? I think he seems to be quite different from the live broadcast, and he is not very talkative. Will be out of gregariousness..."
"Who gave you the courage to play Shan Ruiwen?"
Familiar voice, cold tone.
Xiaobai said: "...I played in great detail, mainly because the jungler is targeting me!"
Jian Rong: "Yes, the details are so detailed that you can't even get Raven's moves, so you have a broken sword that you play as a dagger."
"Your trumpet hidden score is too high, the opposite is professional top laner, I can't play it is normal!" Xiaobai quibble: "And I am not growing up, I want to play Raven for a long time."
"Don't think about everything, first ask yourself if you deserve it." The subtitle that Raven was killed popped up on the screen again, and Jian Rong gritted his teeth: "After this round, go back to play with your Alice, or get out of the car."
"I know, I know." Xiaobai was in a good mood after lying down for the whole afternoon: "I can double row with P Bao after two more wins... Hey wait?"
What did Xiaobai realize: "...You don't need to be in line with me because you don't need a large size, maybe you are afraid that you will be able to line up with my brother in the future?
Lu Baiyuan's number has just hit the Diamond Division 4 promotion match. Due to ranking restrictions, he can only double row with Diamond Two players at most.
If Jian Rong was promoted to Drill One, he would no longer be able to double row with Lu Baiyuan.
After being poked in the center, Jian Rong silently killed people and didn't speak up.
"...Tsk." Xiaobai shook his head heartily and admired: "Details, you are the master of details. When will your book "Fan Self-cultivation" come out? Someone from Bai will immediately support a hundred copies."
Jian Rong: "Can you play the game quietly"
A glass of orange juice was placed by Jian Rong.
Jian Rong's words came to an end.
Lu Baiyuan had just returned, with the smell of winter on his body, a bit like the smell he had smelled before.
Jian Rong beat Xiaobai ten times in his heart before saying, "Thank you, how much is it? I'll forward you WeChat."
"No." Lu Baiyuan paused, with a smile in his voice: "Just treat it as a thank you gift for taking me to lie down...please ask me for the drill."
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Enter the V third watch, there will be later.