The Buddhist way of chasing wives of e-sports bosses

Chapter 774 Give Grandpa a Smile (Extra 41)

"Then you guys help me move those three boxes aside and put them there, I'll have a look later." Qi Ping sucked a few more sips of milk tea, chewed pearls, and said vaguely.

"Okay." Hearing the coach's words, a group of people immediately started to act obediently.

After finishing the pearls in the milk tea cup, Qiping turned back into the room and threw the trash into the bucket.

The phone buzzed, looking at the screen was Shen Bai's phone.

Sliding open to pick up, a deep voice on the other end of the phone slowly sounded, "I'll be at the base right away. Oh yes, make me a cup of coffee."

"Oh. OK. By the way, there are some boxes of photos sent by fans in the base. You can look for yours later." Qiping stretched out his hand to look at the paper on the table, and took out a few paper towels wiped.

"How many boxes of photos?" Shen Bai frowned when he heard the quantifier.

"That's right. There are ten full boxes. It's impossible for us to send this stuff back, right? I'll let them pick their own. Oh yes, I have three boxes. Hey, Xiaobai, do you have any?" A sense of crisis? The fans worship the coach more than you." Qiping crumpled up the tissue with his left hand and smiled.

"Oh, I have a sense of crisis." Hearing Qiping's snarling voice, Shen Bai looked at the traffic ahead with his eyes, and sneered.

After hanging up the phone, Qiping pouted.

Throwing the ball of paper casually to the side, lifted the pants without a belt, and walked out with slippers on.

The moment the door was closed, the nameplate hanging on the door suddenly made Qiping stop.

With a stiff neck, he slowly turned around, his eyes hung on the lower right corner of the name tag, the one who once held Su Yicheng's neck by himself, held a pen in his right hand and wrote Su Yicheng's name in small letters on the left side of the lower right corner, I don't know when there was a pencil The little hearts left by the traces.

Usually he never noticed it, but now it suddenly made him feel suffocated.

"Su Yicheng, my room has your name written on it. From now on, you can freely enter and leave my room."

"We're all brothers, don't lie to me."

"Chengcheng, I'm so tired."

"Chengcheng, Xiaobai is bullying me again!!!"

"Su Yicheng, Xiaobai is secretly smoking again, this time we must ask Sansi to deduct money from him!"

"No, Su Yicheng, your hand speed is so slow now, are you secretly making a girlfriend behind my back?"

"Huh? Xiao Chengcheng, give me a smile."

"Su Yicheng! Where's my underwear??? Oh! It's in your room."

"Ah~~~~~~~ Chengcheng, I want to eat snacks~~~~~~"

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Countless conversations flashed through his mind, Qiping's eyes dimmed, he quickly turned his head and took a deep breath.

After coming down from upstairs, he glanced at the photos on the floor after reaching the second floor, stroked the raised hair on his head, and walked straight towards the kitchen.

Leaning against the kitchen making coffee, Qiping skillfully took out the cup, and inadvertently caught sight of the two almost identical mugs.

Withdrawing his gaze, Qiping lowered his head and slowly pulled the flower.

"Coach, do you want to train later?" Ye San's voice came from far outside the kitchen.

"Yes." Qi Ping quickly returned to normal, turned his head to look at Ye San, and nodded.

Coming out of the kitchen, Qi Ping slowly came to Shen Bai's place with the prepared coffee, and after putting it down, he looked at the pile of photos again.

He walked over, glanced at the boxes, took a deep breath and slowly squatted down, turning his hands over.

Opening the lid of the first box, what greeted the eyes was the moment when Qiping stood on the podium as the coach of the year for the first time.

He was wearing a white shirt, holding the trophy high, with a very confident smile on his face.

I don't know if it's because of the photo, or what.At this time, Qiping's eyes were bright.

The shooting angle was very good, but he couldn't remember who among the crowd took pictures of him.

It was years ago, memory is fuzzy.

Looking at it with some emotion, Qiping touched the photo with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

At that time, Su Yicheng was still there.

(End of this chapter)