Chapter 143: 143th

Amidst the cheers of the audience, everyone directly took off their headphones and strode towards the backstage. +++The latest Danmei novel ranking: EbookFREE.me
Compared with the lively atmosphere in the lounge, the lounge was much deserted.
As soon as Jing Yuanzhou walked in, he saw Lin Yan lying on the sofa holding a thermos cup.
He obviously found a more comfortable posture, covered with a pink fleece blanket, and he didn't seem to have much improvement in his expression, and his eyes were burnt so much that a trace of reddish.
When I looked back, I stumbled somewhat in a daze for a moment, and then a smile came up: "Everyone played well."
The voice sounded much lower and mute than before.
Jing Yuanzhou couldn't help but twisted his eyebrows: "Pour you some hot water again?"
Lin Yan really didn't want to move at all, even the extremely accumulated game on the field just now failed to arouse his emotions.
Lie there with no strength, and after an "um" sound, he obediently handed the thermos cup over.
The eldest cameraman who took the footage material just happened to hold the camera to follow in, and this kind of interaction was captured in every moment.
Luo Mo stood by and turned his head inadvertently, and immediately reacted.
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Very quickly, he invited the staff who followed up politely: "Excuse me, we will discuss tactics soon, please go out for trouble, go out first!"
Soon, only gh people were left in the whole lounge.
The rest time is very short. Drink water for a while, adjust mood and adjust mood, go to the bathroom, and go to the bathroom without any delay.
Lin Yan took the thermos cup filled with hot water and took a sip.
When he looked up, he realized that Jing Yuanzhou had unpacked the cold medicine beside him.
I took two capsules and handed them over: "You can't boil it like this,?? You still have to take the medicine."
Lin Yan twisted his eyebrows: "I have taken the granules."
Jing Yuanzhou's attitude was very tough this time, and he put the medicine directly into his hand: "The effect of Chinese patent medicine is too slow,?? If you don't want me to be distracted on the court, be obedient."
Lin Yan is not a person who is easily threatened, but Jing Yuanzhou's words are scratching and hot, and he has caught his weakness with great precision.
Just like that, his gaze turned around on the body in front of him, and finally the corners of his mouth were lowered a few minutes, and his head lowered, he still took it over with a face full of disinterest.
I don't know why, this kind of action fell into my eyes, and there is a sense of inexplicable grievance.
The visual effect was a bit crit, like a hand gently scratching his heart, almost making Jing Yuanzhou unable to stretch the serious expression on his face.
The door of the lounge was suddenly pushed open. Before Jian Ye walked in, the voice came in quickly: "Guess who I just met in the bathroom?"
Lin Yan glanced back and didn't say a word. He didn't look very happy just after taking the medicine, with a lazy look of disinterest.
Jing Yuanzhou really couldn't help it this time. He stretched out his hand and rubbed the hair on Lin Yan's head. He felt the other party's action of avoiding anger, and finally a smile appeared in his eyes.
How should I put it, after a certain coach fell ill, he was really good-tempered, but naive and cute.
Gu Luo, who was next to him, was still in support, and asked Jian Ye in cooperation: "Who?"
Jian Ye: "I'm at Wuhoo!"
Bi Yaohua almost spit out a sip of water that he just drank: "Ah... how rare is this, brother? We are playing with three today, of course wuhoo is on the court!"
"That's not what I meant." Jian Ye suddenly paused when he said that, and slowly swept around, "I didn't pay attention to the opposing battle zone before, this time I saw... he posted it on his hand. There were several pieces of wound ointment, a little scared."
Bi Yaohua stopped there while holding the mineral water: "Injury ointment? Why, wuhoo is injured?"
When the words fell, the surrounding was quiet for a moment.
"They are all professional players, and some illnesses are normal." Jing Yuanzhou faintly broke the subtle atmosphere, "especially the shooter position, each game requires more operations than other positions. A lot, it’s not surprising that the load on hands is naturally greater."
Bi Yaohua has a complicated expression: "So Wuhoo has a hand injury, and I was still in the last game..."
Gu Luo comforted: "Brother force, everyone is an opponent, you should go all out when you are on the court, you are not to blame."
Jian Ye helped voice: "That is, being kind to your opponent is the cruelty to yourself. You really don't need to be burdened with thoughts."
"Why don't you blame me? Why don't you have the burden of thinking?" Bi Yaohua put the mineral water bottle on the table, heartbroken, "Fuck, I never thought, I was so abused by a person with a hand injury ? My special words don't even match the word for food!"
The gh players who are about to continue to comfort: "???"
Bi Yaohua felt more and more uncomfortable as he thought about it: "It would be fine if Wuhoo was in his heyday, but now I played with an injury. I was like this when I was laning. Nima, the more I think about it, the more I feel like rubbish! Some It really doesn’t have to be said by the sunspots. When Caicheng is like this, I actually have the face to pretend to be forceful during the live broadcast. Now I feel that I am really going to eat. I don’t deserve to stand in the finals. I should go home and eat shit. !"
Chen Yushen: "...You don't need to scold yourself so hard."
Seeing Bi Yaohua was not because he knew that Wuhoo's hand hurt his compassion, and the others were somewhat relieved.
Although somewhat ruthless, this is really not suitable for excessive sympathy.
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Jing Yuanzhou also retracted his gaze, and noticed Lin Yan's thoughtful eyes when he looked down: "What do you think?"
"Although I am a little bit sorry, it is indeed not my style to find out the weakness of the opponent but not to target it." Although Lin Yan was so confused, but at this time, recalling the process of the last game, he was more or less aware. Come here.
At this time, he lowered his eyes slightly and laughed, "Three should want to end today's game soon... Then I'm very sorry, it can only make them feel a little uncomfortable."
The torture caused by illnesses to professional players has never been a minority, but this field has always been very cruel, regardless of its own reasons, the final result is the most real.
There are no excuses, and no excuses are accepted. E-sports never needs any sympathy.
In the final analysis, the weak eat the strong, and the winner is king.
The intermission time ended soon, and the players from both sides appeared again.
From the big screen, you could see Lin Yan leaning almost half of his body against Jing Yuanzhou, holding that hand tightly before dangling into the opposing battle zone.
This kind of picture fell into the eyes of the audience, and they couldn't help but talk about it.
Commentator A’s tone was surprised: "This... I said before that it seemed that the state of Coach Lin seemed a bit wrong. Now it seems that I am really sick?"
At this moment, I saw the director put everything on the camera and gave Wuhoo a close-up on the three side.
Although someone did capture a few blurry shots during the game just now, as the hand with the wound ointment clearly appeared in the center of the big screen, the fan camp of Three was in an uproar, and some of the eye sockets were even bigger. It was instantly red.
Feeling this kind of atmosphere, commentator B is somewhat confused: "What is the situation with Wuhoo's hand... It seems that three hasn't revealed anything before, maybe it's not too serious, right?"
That's how it is said, but the specificity is not serious, in fact, only the players and the club themselves know.
The director retracted the camera and passed over the players on both sides.
It can be found that the faces of all the players in the battle between the two sides are unprecedentedly grim.
The rushing barrage in the live broadcast almost completely covered the interface.
[How come back, the finals, two teams each have a wounded? 】
[Coach Lin is not on the court. For gh, the impact is definitely not as great as Wuhoo's three? 】
[Just put a few pieces of wound ointment, it's necessary to make such a fuss? My mother still sticks several pieces on her waist every day! 】
[Doesn’t you know if it’s a medicine three points poison? This kind of crucial game, if it is really not serious, who would post these on the field! 】
[What's the matter with Coach Lin? It’s no wonder that the Jing team’s aura is a bit full today. Is it because the coach is sick? 】
[The spirit is really not very good, the coach’s mental work, fever will affect the tactics. 】
[I feel so sorry for Wuhu. I have put so many plasters on, and I don’t know what it is. Is my hand really painful? 】
[Fuck, this year's autumn competition is at the end, what's going on, is it necessary to be so tragic! 】
Among the discussions, the bp link officially began.
Lin Yan was so dizzy in the end. Compared with the calmness and determination of previous competitions, this time the bp link progressed very slowly.
Several times it was almost always a choice made by stuck points.
He held on to the back of the gaming chair to barely stabilize his shaky figure. When speaking, his heavy breath hit the headset again and again, becoming the only background voice in the entire team's voice.
No one spoke during the whole bp process, and even Bi Yaohua didn't say a word, strictly abiding by his own coach's arrangements.
As the two sides of the battle successively completed the hero selection, the lineup of the second game was gradually displayed in front of the audience.
The commentary compared the situation on both sides, and took a slight breath: "The gh side... is completely ready to target wuhoo!"
Before the words fell, before the next analysis, the voice was completely swallowed by the exclamation of the audience.
Originally, Lin Yan was preparing to leave after finishing the bp session, but he staggered with his unsteady center of gravity and was quickly pulled by Jing Yuanzhou's eyesight.
Under the crowd, he slammed into the embrace of the man.
The footage of the director happened to be cut, the whole was included, and it was put on the big screen.
The picture at this moment seemed to be still, and Lin Yan's whole person was buried in front of Jing Yuanzhou's chest. At a glance, ambiguity grew.
The scream exploded more fiercely.
Lin Yan was already dizzy, and only felt more dizzy after such a turn.
Before he had time to react to what had happened, he was shocked by a scream that was higher than a second in the audience.
After knowingly, he raised his head and looked at him, just in front of the sight of Shang Jing Yuanzhou.
The man's eyes were deep, and although his voice had been completely obscured by the scream, he could only tell the words spoken by the shape of his lips: "Go back and rest, on the court, just leave it to me."
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