MTL - Raiders Counterattack [Quick Transmigration]-Chapter 73 Jinjiang Literature City alone

Zong Xinjue's eyes widened slightly when he heard the word "partner", and there were some cracks in his calm demeanor.

As if soaking in the hot spring, the warm feeling swept through the whole body, and the tip of the nose turned sour.

It's been a long time, no one has said such a thing to myself.

He looked sideways at Chu Qianze, and for a while he was speechless.

Why does this guy look like he is about to cry? He was really stimulated by the coach's words.

Looking at the hand that was suddenly stretched out, the coach was stunned for a moment, then reacted and stretched out his hand to shake it. "It turns out that you are Xiao Zong's partner. It's a pleasure to meet you."

Chu Qianze's smile didn't change, he shook it back and shook it twice: "Me too, it's an honor to meet you."

"Oh, do you know me?" The coach was interested.

Can't you hear it? This is a polite word.

"The coach of the xyz team." Chu Qianze glanced at the logo on the coach's clothing, and his expression was even more seamless.

It turns out that this person knows himself. The coach is happy, and the whole person's facial features are stretched out. "It seems that you are also very concerned about e-sports. Xiao Zong has a high vision. As his partner, your ability is definitely not much worse!"

"In this competition, we will also go all out to get a good ranking. If it is the first, it will be the best."

Zong Xinjue originally lowered his head, silently suppressed the turbulent emotions in his heart, and suddenly caught the word Xiaozong in his ears.

The emotions that were just under control surged up in an instant, and the embankment was washed away, and I had no power to resist.

But other people haven't responded yet, making it seem like they are overreacting.

When the coach heard this, he first shook his head: "It's easy to say, you think things are too simple. I really thought it was a game on the field, but it only depends on the strength Yes, not everyone can take the first place. Not to mention how many teams participate in the league, there are only more or less professional teams, and they are all very capable. To take the first place? We can’t guarantee that we can do it.”

"I agree with your point of view in the first half. The competition only focuses on strength, so we can see the difference in the competition. Our goal is to be the champion."

Chu Qianze's words were crazy, but his tone was very flat. However, his expression was very natural, as if he said something like "the weather is fine today".

The corners of the coach's mouth rose slightly: "It's good for young people to be confident, but you are too arrogant."

"Not arrogance,"

Chu Qianze smiled, leaning his elbow on Zong Xinjue's arm: "I have confidence in our Xiao Zong. Coach, you have known him for a long time, Xiao Zong is It should be clear what kind of person he is. He will definitely do what he has made up his mind."

Zong Xinjue, who was suddenly cued, kept his expression unchanged, and his heart exploded. The phrase "I have confidence in our Xiaozong" was madly flashing in his mind.

But Zong Xinjue knows that the coach is really thinking about himself, and he won't deliberately care about it. No matter what he says, just listen, it's a big deal that the left ear goes in and the right ear goes out.

I don't like verbal arguments, just one of the reasons.

The most important thing is that Zong Xinjue really has confidence in his own strength. Saying 10,000 things and not using facts to prove it is simply beautiful.

The coach was stunned when he heard Chu Qianze's words, then he reacted and laughed a few times. "Of course I know him, but it's two different things. I have experience in this matter, you juniors don't understand."

Chu Qianze laughed: "I don't know what? Don't talk like someone who has come here, experience and practice are two different things. Is it really about participation? Funny."

This is still for himself, if the same educational philosophy is for the team members, Chu Qianze will really sweat for them.

Zong Xinjue took a step forward and came to Chu Qianze: "We may know that we don't have as much as you, as you just said, only the strength in the game. What is the specific situation, etc. You know it on the field.”

"You—" The coach was at a loss for words. For some reason, he always felt that Zong Xinjue had changed. I never said that before.

Sensing the tension in the scene, Anjueluo quickly changed the subject: "It's almost time for dinner, we have a dinner together. Would you like to have a meal together?"

My God, this atmosphere is too scary, I dare not speak.

Chu Qianze shrugged and handed over the decision to Zong Xinjue. Anyway, in this matter, he was an incidental.

Zong Xinjue: "You don't need to eat, we'll..."

"Come here."

The coach said: "Now you probably don't feel it, and after you have experienced more, you will know the truth of those words. Just when I said it was inappropriate, eating a meal as compensation, there are many people. Be lively."

I didn't expect the coach to react like this, Zong Xinjue paused and asked, "How is it?"

Chu Qianze: "It doesn't matter."

"Then thank you coach." Zong Xinjue agreed.

The coach nodded: "I found someone who is willing to choke for you. This partner is a good choice."

Smile spread in his eyes, Zong Xinjue hummed. "he's good."

"Your temper is really straight." Chu Qianze replied, but did not deny the other party's words.

Anyway, my temper is like this, and I feel good about myself, and I am not ready to change.

The coach turned around and walked forward, waving his hand: "Okay, let's go together."

An Jieluo responded, and turned her head to give Chu Qianze a thumbs up before leaving.

To be able to fight with our coaches is a great criticism!

The coach and Anjueluo walked ahead, while Zong Xinjue deliberately fell behind.

He now has a lot to say to Chu Qianze, or directly kiss him and drag him to the bed for a fight. But now the situation is wrong and nothing can be done.

Very heartbroken.

Chu Qianze squinted at the person, saw that he seemed a little depressed, and leaned over to ask.

"What do you think is so fascinated."

Zong Xinjue blurted out: "I miss you."

"Huh?"

"It's hard to be kind, besides, you don't want to chat when you see a long-lost acquaintance?"

Zong Xinjue didn't answer this, he actually wanted to chat with Chu Qianze to enhance his relationship.

"You promised to partner with me and participate in the competition together?"

"Well," Chu Qianze pondered for a moment, raised his hand and put it on his neck: "Almost."

"I thought you weren't interested in those."

"Seeing how persistent you are, I also want to try it out, it will be very interesting." Chu Qianze said slowly.

It's nothing right now.

“…hmmm.”

The people next to him are seducing him all the time, and Zong Xinjue feels that his heart is about to melt.

Otherwise, just take people away.

The idea was broken, Zong Xinjue sighed and followed, "Come."

Because several people came together, they naturally sat together.

This is a four-seater. Chu Qianze sat next to the window by the window, while Zong Xinjue sat outside them, opposite An Gioro and the coach.

It turned out that the team was going to have a dinner together today. At this time, part of the buffet area was basically reserved by them, and they enjoyed barbecue and hot pot.

"Cheers! Senior, this big brother Chu, let's drink together!"

Chu Qianze took a sip of wine and made a sudden movement.

Under the table, his other free hand was being hooked.

Zong Xinjue just turned his head sideways, and the two looked at each other.

His glass is empty, but not yet drunk.

"Good drink."

Hooked his lower lip, Chu Qianze continued to lower his head to eat, but under the table, he was playing with that hand. From fingertips, palms, to wrists, no detail is missed, full of provocation.

Zong Xinjue originally just wanted to be funny, but he didn't expect that the other party would not let go instead of hiding. It's okay for Chu Qianze to not move, but like now...

At the table, the four of them are eating, exchanging a few words from time to time, or looking at the brain, the atmosphere is also harmonious.

Under the dining table, two hands are intertwined with each other, entangled.

As one of the sensitive parts of touch, the hand is often used to detect the shape and temperature of objects. And at this moment, its role was brought into full play.

Zong Xinjue's movements are getting bigger and bigger, and his fingers are going up along Chu Qianze's wrist, directly into his sleeves, hooking and scratching, and there is an obvious tendency to go further.

Chu Qianze put the cabbage in the pot into his bowl, and pinched his left hand directly to his thigh.

Zong Xinjue's movements stopped, and his chopsticks almost didn't hold steady. At that moment, he actually had a tendency to look up,

Decisively retracted, picked up the plate, and pretended to be normal: "Whatever you want to eat, I'll get it."

Cool plan alone. Failed.

Zong Xinjue stood up, and after waiting for the people to come out, the two went to the dining area together.

Chu Qianze took a steak first, followed by squid whiskers, enoki mushrooms, crabs... After a while, the big plate in his hand was almost filled.

Zong Xinjue next to him only took two or three things.

"Is this enough?" Chu Qianze took the pliers and stretched out to the other side, trying to get the duck blood there.

Zong Xinjue turned to the side to make it easier for people to pick up dishes. "Still watching."

"That, is it the Great God Zong?" A boy walked over and scratched his head.

"I'm Zong Xinjue."

"Hello, I'm a member of xyz, I'm your fan!"

The boy raised a smile, his face was a little red, and he was excited. "Can you sign my name?"

Speaking, he opened his optical brain.

I didn't expect this person to know him, Zong Xinjue was a little surprised, but he remained calm. Take the light brain and write down your name.

"Your performance in the finals was really cool, I got into the e-sports pit because of you! I have to pay my respects to the trophies in our team every day. To be like you."

Chu Qianze was still standing beside him, and his eyes moved slightly when he heard this.

Zong Xinjue handed back the light brain. "You are better than me."

"Well, can you sign us?"

Two people came out behind.

Seeing Zong Xinjue surrounded by juniors, Chu Qianze simply walked to the dessert area next to him and got himself an ice cream. Seeing the other party looking at him, he raised the cone in his hand.

After signing the name, Zong Xinjue walked over.

Chu Qianze: "Have you ever won a trophy?"

Zong Xinjue laughed and made a cone for himself: "It's all in the past, it's still keyboard competition. If you want to hear it, I'll talk to you later."

"Okay, then I have to prepare snacks in advance."

Zong Xinjue agrees: "Prepare more, if you feel bored, you can eat something to relieve fatigue."

At ten o'clock in the evening, the dinner is over.

I walked around, almost no one was there.

"Senior, Brother Chu, I'll take the coach back first, how are you going?" An Gieluo asked.

"Let's go together." Zong Xinjue took a sip of wine.

Anjueluo: "Oh, see you next time."

Zong Xinjue responded and filled his glass.

Chu Qianze saw that the people next to him were still ready to drink, and said. "It's almost done, let's go too."

Zong Xinjue ignored it, drank the wine in his hand, and put the empty wine glass on the table. "I drank and couldn't drive."

Chu Qianze raised his eyebrows, "Find you a taxi?"

"No."

Zong Xinjue put his elbows on the table next to him, blocking the space where Chu Qianze went out. Because of the alcohol, his cheeks and nose were flushed, and his originally cold and tough facial features now showed a little ambiguous sexy, alienated but seductive.

"I booked a room at the hotel, can you come?"

The author has something to say: Zong Xinjue: Drink to strengthen the courage.

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: Plaything Shangzhi 1;

Thanks to the little angel who irrigated the nutrient solution: 31 bottles of folded flowers into wine; 20 bottles of black in the life of the stick country;