You Use a Gun, I Use a Bow

After Wenxi took a shower, he dried her hair as Mo Chen said, and then went back to the room without lying down on the bed.

At this time, it was more than ten o'clock in the evening, and the blue wolf Ai Zhelubi was still broadcasting three rows, and took a combination named wolf pig deer.

Wenxi watched their live broadcast for a while, after smashing some gifts and brushing their presence, they decisively quit the live broadcast app, covered the quilt and turned off the lights.

He was really tired today. For the first time, he played against a strong team. His nerves were in a tight state for a long time, which led to a serious overdraft. He felt like he could sleep all day and night.

On the other side, Mo Chen is still reviewing Ling Shuyi and Chen Wei.

Originally, he spoke quickly, but after Wenxi left, he seemed to have no worries. He spoke more and more slowly and became more detailed. He heard Ling Shuyi and Chen Wei more and more desperate.

However, the two knew that Mo Chen was also very tired, and was completely supporting them to help them resume the game. Therefore, in order to live up to the expectations of the captain, they were tired and sleepy and listened very carefully. There was no longer a half sentence.

(In fact, it ’s mainly fear.)

Finally, when it was more than 11 o'clock, Mo Chen finished what he should say. Everyone should take a bath and take a bath.

Mo Chen came out after taking a shower, remembering that his mobile phone was in the conference room, and went downstairs to get it. It turned out that coach Chen Xiaozheng was sitting alone in the hall smoking.

"You don't sleep?" Mo Chen asked casually and walked into the meeting room.

When I took it out of the phone, I heard Chen Xiao turn his head back and said, "It's always easy to think too much at night ... Wenxi is coming. Can we win the championship next year?"

Mo Chen gave a "hmm" sound without a hesitation in his tone.

Chen Xiao: "So it's very emotional ... We were so close to the champion, so close that we were almost at hand."

Mo Chen was stunned, and immediately guessed what he was sad.

Sure enough, Chen Xiao's next sentence: "Sometimes I feel quite sorry for you, if I was stronger then ..."

"Don't say it, it doesn't make sense." Mo Chen blurted out, "It's the same to win the championship next year."

Then, without waiting for Chen Xiao to respond, Mo Chen went on to say: "The past things have passed, no matter how you look at that thing, and no matter what I think, it is meaningless to discuss what has been finalized. Think about how to win next year. "

Chen Xiao smiled helplessly: "Same thing ..."

"And." Mo Chen paused. "If I won the championship last year, I won't meet Wenxi."

Chen Xiao froze for a moment, and after he heard what he said, he almost immediately asked, "Do you really like him?"

"Uh." This time, Mo Chenfei didn't deny it, but admitted very readily.

He finally determined that he likes Wenxi-not the kind of pure like, but the kind of like that was deeply attracted by the other party and wanted to get in touch with him.

He can feel his heart.

When Ling Shuyi and Chen Wei nibble their cp, he instinctively wanted to refute, but he was happy and satisfied in his heart, and even hoped that they would say a few more words.

When Wenxi was invited to his home, the first picture he thought of was actually to share his collection for many years with Wenxi-this is definitely not the boundary that ordinary friends can cross.