The Buddhist way of chasing wives of e-sports bosses

Chapter 599 Do you want a small fan?want

The strength of the man's fingers on his wrist is clear. Although Su Yicheng has a faint expression on his face at the moment, only Qiping knows that this man is messing up again.

"Just pick up the water properly, how decent is it in the public?" Qiping frowned and lowered his voice, his eyes locked into Su Yicheng's.

Hearing that Qiping, who has always been shameless and skinless, could still utter a polite sentence, Su Yicheng smiled lightly, and slightly relaxed his hand clasping Qiping's wrist, and slid his fingers down from his wrist, holding it for two seconds. The body of the cup was removed.

"Remember to thank me." Su Yicheng raised his eyes, the corners of his mouth curled up.

As soon as the words fell, the audience in the audience suddenly sighed.

Qiping slightly turned his head to look at the audience, and saw a group of girls holding their faces together and smiling with their aunts.

"Fuck." Qiping turned his head again, and couldn't help cursing in a low voice.

"Have you connected the water yet? It's almost time, I have to go back." Looking at Su Yicheng's back in slow motion, Qi Ping couldn't help but look down at the time on his phone and raise his voice to remind him.

"Okay." Su Yicheng let go of the button, glanced at half of the cup, turned around, straightened up, and walked towards Qiping again.

At this moment, Qi Ping was still squatting halfway, wearing a suit and leather shoes, with a serious expression, vaguely provocative.

Su Yicheng walked over slowly, handed the water glass close to the temperature of his hand, raised his eyes, and said calmly, "Do you want a small fan?"

".want."

——Ten minutes passed, and the second game was about to start again.

Qi Ping stood behind Shen Bai, with a small fan in his left hand and a notebook in his right.

"Where did you get this little fan?" Shen Bai asked slightly feeling the wind force.

"I got it from Su Yicheng. This game is too mentally exhausting, and the body is hot." Qi Ping lowered his eyes to the side of the platform, lowered his body and turned on the small fan to the maximum.

The buzzing sound rang in his ears, the corners of Shen Bai's mouth twitched slightly, and he refused to comment.

"Coach—what if the support on the other side targets me later?" Ye San, who was a few steps away, suddenly turned his head to look at Qi Ping, with his hands lying on the back of the chair, and his tone was aggrieved.

"What should I do? If you are targeted, then you can fight back." Qi Ping stood up straight, his eyes were bent, and his eyes were full of half-joke and half-seriousness.

Soon the game started.

"Let's play this round. Follow the original plan." Qiping glanced at the coach of the Young team, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, showing a little bit of confidence.

"Coach, are you really going to use this trick? I'm a little excited." Feng Xiaobao straightened up when he heard Qiping's voice.

before the game.

When Qiping and Su Yicheng were formulating tactics, they made a whole set of BP plans around Zhou Xinhan.

After staying up all night to finish watching all the games, Qi Ping crossed out the last line in his notebook, moved his neck and stood up.

Su Yicheng sat halfway on the edge of the sofa, handed him a cup of coffee, and asked about the final result. The corners of Qiping's mouth parted and his eyes narrowed slightly, "This guy is very active, thinks a lot, and has good skills. During the transfer period next year, you can pay more attention to him." one time."

"You figured this out after looking at it for a long time?" Su Yicheng half-bowed his head and smiled lightly, blinked upwards, stretched out his hand and passed the cup forward.

Qiping took the coffee, pouted, blew on the hot air in the cup and took a sip, "Zhou Xinhan is very young, his style of play is lively and his operation is aggressive, he can understand the psychology of his teammates, he can better integrate into the rhythm of the team, and he can Making reasonable judgments in the game is a good seed for a coach."

"What else?" Su Yicheng nodded, signaling to continue.

(End of this chapter)