Chapter 260: Not as good as one-tenth (2)
Have lunch, rest for about half an hour, and then resume training.
Professional players have stronger adaptability than ordinary people. After a few games with one hand, Yan Se can already use his fingers to buy equipment, move and use skills very smoothly. Although he cannot carry, he can barely do it without dragging everyone down. leg.
In order to prevent Yan Se from being overly exhausted on her left hand, Bai Ye forced her to rest for twenty minutes after each round.
Lying on the sofa, she switched to the WeChat interface to voice chat with Zhang Wenqian. With the external expansion turned on, every voice message could reverberate steadily around her.
@ Zhangwenqian: "It's better for you, Team Song. If my hand is injured, Bian Gaojie will never allow me to rest. Even if I don't train, I have to sit in the club! Damn, thinking about it this way, I feel that our captain is too strict. Strong I suggest you let Song Yi communicate with him sometime and brainwash him."
@张文强: "How did you ask for leave? How long did it take? What did Captain Song say? Come on, describe it and teach me some experience."
Yan Se raised his head and smiled, pressing the voice button to call her back.
@ Yanse: "I didn't ask for leave, Bai Ye asked for it for me, so I don't know what he said. The wound on my hand is not serious. I should be able to return to the club in a few days so as not to affect my training. ”
In this long string of words, Zhang Wenqian only heard the important words Bai Ye asked for leave for her. She immediately let go and spoke hurriedly.
@ Zhangwenqian: "Holy shit? God D asked for leave for you? I remember you were injured on the back of your right hand, not your leg. What did you two do last night? You can't walk today!"
Every word fell into Bai Ye's ears accurately.
He raised his eyebrows helplessly. He wanted to prevent the little girl from walking, but unfortunately he didn't have the chance.
Looking from the direction of Yan Se, I could only see his little movement of raising his eyebrows. He thought he was unhappy after hearing Zhang Wenqian's joke. He bit his lip and secretly sent Zhang Wenqian a silent expression. He also typed the following. One sentence "Bai Ye is next to me."
Then, Zhang Wenqian said even louder, "Damn, what is he doing at your house? Doesn't he have a home?" Yan Se covered her phone, wishing she could chop off the hand that clicked on the voice button.
It's her fault. She had too high expectations for Zhang Wenqian's comprehension ability. Why did she have to click on the voice button?
The awkward atmosphere floating in the air seemed to be getting stronger.
Yan Se moved two steps to the right, just shy of going out to the balcony to chat, and summoned up the last bit of courage to send Zhang Wenqian a "collapse" emoticon.
In order to avoid doing stupid things again, even if typing was troublesome, she insisted on typing with one hand to chat with Zhang Wenqian, and at the same time, forced the other party to type too.
The two talked too much, and the twenty-minute break at the end of each game was not enough to talk. They continued to send messages intermittently all afternoon until about six o'clock, when the two came to a conclusion after discussing:
Zhang Wenqian will come over to her house at night and keep an eye on Bai Ye.
It is also called a dinner party.
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In the evening, a woman who couldn't cook ordered a lot of takeout and placed it on the dining table.
I also specially opened a bottle of red wine that I had collected for a long time.
Looking at the red wine placed in the decanter, Bai Ye frowned, feeling a little unspeakable depression in his heart.
Firstly, it's because the little girl's drinking capacity is really terrible, and secondly, because... after comparison, I found that his treatment in the past two days at Yan Se's house was not even one-tenth of Zhang Wenqian's.
(End of chapter)