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Chapter 125 Don't Listen
"Don't you know how to turn on another phone yourself?" Feng Luan snatched the headphones from Shen Xingyu's head, and finally returned them obediently under the intimidation of Shen Xingyu's eyes.

"I sneaked out without my wallet. Why don't you lend me ten yuan to open a machine." Feng Luan reached out his hand in a very shameless manner. When Shen Xing was about to take out his wallet from his pocket, he found her wallet. Gone.
"It fell off." After Shen Xingyu said that, he quickly put on his earmuffs and continued watching the game!

"Then you're not going to look for it? Are there any ID cards or bank cards in there?" Feng Luan looked at Shen Xingyu so calmly. The artist's ID card and bank card are both very important things.

"I don't keep those things in my wallet." Shen Xingyu tightened his collar. At this point, the temperature in Xichuan was still very low. Shen Xingyu only wore a thin coat. As if he suddenly remembered something, Shen Xingyu took off his headphones.

"Where are you going?" Feng Luan also followed.

"Look for your wallet." Shen Xingyu didn't put his bank card or ID card in his wallet, but he did put an ID photo of Wen Ye.

Hidden secretly, hidden for many years.

"You have no ID card and no bank card, what are you looking for?" Feng Luan followed her from the Internet cafe to the underground garage, and then from the underground garage back to the Internet cafe. The two of them searched for nearly an hour without even seeing the shadow of the wallet.

"Stop looking for it, it's probably been picked up by someone." Feng Luan leaned against the wall. He didn't expect to have such a strong amount of exercise after calling it a day. "What is there in there that is worth looking for for so long?"

"Photos of my boyfriend." Shen Xingyu continued to search hard, occasionally talking to Feng Luan.

"You said it belonged to God Y." The next second, Feng Luan seemed to have been given a shot of blood. He even leaned over and turned over the trash can that he was unwilling to dig through just now. Half an hour later, he finally found it at the back door of the Internet cafe. Shen Xingyu's lost wallet was found in the trash can.

The money inside has been taken away.

There was only the yellowed ID photo with a steel seal on it, like the word Qianbei.

"How old is this photo of God Y? How young is he?" Feng Luan took a closer look and glanced down at the stamped words in the lower right corner of the photo, "Qianbei No. [-] Middle School? Is God Y from No. [-] Middle School? Isn't that me? Senior! What a damn fate."

"Stop trying to trick my man." Shen Xingyu took out the photo alone and stuffed it into his pocket, then threw the wallet back into the trash can.

"." Feng Luan was stunned by Shen Xingyu's words and stayed on the spot, "Shen Xingyu, I am straight and I simply appreciate your man."

There is an illusion that the drawing becomes darker and darker.

When the two of them rushed back to the Internet cafe, it was already the last game.

After seven games were played, it was unexpected that WHS won two games in a row, and now the two teams were tied at 3:3.

"WHS wins if we fight like this." Feng Luan on the side sighed softly, "Shen Xingyu, is your boyfriend really injured on his hand?"

Shen Xingyu looked at Feng Luan aside with curiosity, "Why do you ask?"

"For two consecutive seasons, God Y was in poor condition. He was a bit like Zivi a year ago. When Zivi retired later, he admitted that it was a hand injury, so everyone on the Internet is wondering whether God Y has encountered the same problem."

Shen Xingyu always thought that Wen Ye's performance on the field was affected because of emotional problems.

But that doesn't seem to be the case now.

Shen Xingyu watched every game since the two of them got together, and those who couldn't catch up also went back to watch the replay. Wen Ye was still in poor condition during the game.

Otherwise, it wouldn't be so difficult to even play in the playoffs.

Sweeping across the player bench in the camera, Shen Xingyu saw Wen Ye and Coach Ma discussing something, with a serious expression on his face. There might be a disagreement between the two in the lineup for the last game.

The lineup was finalized, and both sides took the strongest lineup in the current version. Just when Shen Xingyu sat up straight and prepared to watch a game, a reminder message suddenly popped up in the lower right corner.

Your balance is insufficient, please go to the front desk to top up.

Before the two of them could see the opening, the computer was forced offline.

Shen Xingyu sighed and saw that the computer next door was also in the professional league. He leaned his head over and said, "Friend, please touch the screen."

"Who are you?"

"WHS fans, we are one family." Feng Luan also moved a chair and sat there, greeting.

As a result, the man quickly turned off the computer in the next second, "Who is with your family? I am a fan of Team JI."

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Shen Xingyu had no choice but to take out his mobile phone and use the data to watch the live broadcast.

It's been 5 minutes since the game started, and JI currently has a clear economic advantage, with an extra 3k in economy.

Most of the comments on the barrage were "Congratulations to WHS for making it to the playoffs."

You don’t need to guess to know that it is the rhythm set by JI fans.

"Why are JI fans so frustrated?"

"Stop it, WHS fans are not good at it. They have been mocking other teams like this in the past two years." As a senior fan, Feng Luan could only put his head down and suffer.

Shen Xingyu had no choice but to shut up.

At 8 minutes, the Overlord was refreshed. WHS took advantage of the river view in advance. Wen Ye's mirror quickly brushed the dragon. When it was stuck at the last point of health, Wen Ye directly handed over the penalty. However, this punishment was handed in too early. Instead of killing the Overlord, it allowed him to The person brought over by JI grabbed the master.

Feng Luan frowned as he looked at the game screen, "Is there really nothing wrong with your manly hand?"

"Can this operation be performed?"

After Feng Luan complained, he was punched by Shen Xingyu, "His hands are very healthy."

Zivi had a hand injury, and Shen Xingyu knew it, so when they were filming abroad last time, Zivi couldn't hold Shen Xingyu with her hands, so she had to find a substitute to hold Shen Xingyu.

But Wen Ye had no problem hugging Shen Xingyu.

Once, I hugged her with one hand, but it looked like someone with an injured hand.

After WHS had no advantage, they basically avoided JI's group start, did not take the initiative to fight, prioritized development, and stayed in the late stage.

It was delayed until the 10th minute when the Storm Dragon King was refreshed, but the position was refreshed in the upper river channel. Currently, the view of the upper river channel was occupied by JI's people. The WHS had a low winning rate by touching it, but it had to grab it. Once the Dragon King was robbed by JI, WHS now has three high ground breaches and can easily lose the game, unable to withstand JI's attack.

Shen Xingyu sat on the chair in the Internet cafe with a layer of sweat on his back.

"It's a crucial game." Feng Luan crossed his hands and clenched them into fists, as if worshiping Buddha, "God, please show your spirit and let God Y snatch the Dragon King."

The Storm Dragon King had already lost half of its health, and WHS had no intention of entering the battlefield. It wasn't until it dropped to a third that WHS outflanked it.

A crucial team battle broke out between the two sides. Wen Ye's mirror came into the field from the grass. His idea was not Dragon King, but JI's output. He circled around and directly took away JI's two output. Dragon King was already disabled at this time. Blood.

At this time, Wen Ye rushed into the dragon pit with one skill, trying to take away the dragon king with punishment.

But when the blood was left, the Dragon King pounced and slapped everyone up. Wen Ye's punishment was in vain, and finally the Dragon King was snatched away by JI.

(End of this chapter)