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Chapter 143 The Beautiful Actress X Her Crying Bag E-sports Player 27
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The fact that Feng Yuan is 'Zhong Cheng' is still a trending topic.

Many netizens know that Feng Yuan was very good in the past.

"It's a good thing you're playing LOL well now. Otherwise, what's waiting for you now is ridicule." The manager said fearfully.

"Yeah." Feng Yuan nodded in agreement: "Thanks to Sang Qi. If it weren't for him, I wouldn't want to learn how to play games, let alone have the brilliant skills I have today."

"Stop changing the concept for me." The agent said angrily, "If it weren't for him, you wouldn't suddenly want to develop in the direction of e-sports. Are you really lacking in those endorsements? Just make up for it from elsewhere." .”

So, it's not thanks to Sang Qi.

It was because of Sang Qi that these things happened now.

Feng Yuan has been idle for almost two months, and will soon join the filming group again.

Just joined WeChat, the only connection between the two is the game.

As a result, once she joined the team, no matter how short the script was, she would not be able to touch the game for a month or two.

By then, he won't forget who she is, will he?

The filming period of Feng Yuan's film is considered to be very short, plus it is a drama, although Feng Yuan is the heroine, but she is not a star, the identity in the drama is a gentle woman who understands righteousness.

It can be regarded as the white moonlight in the hero's heart.

Therefore, in about a month or so, she will be able to wrap up.

[Going to film! 】

Before Feng Yuan joined the group, she specially posted a message on Moments, which was like indirectly explaining to Sang Qi the reason for her disappearance.

It's just that Sang Qi doesn't have the habit of checking Moments at all.

He spends all his time training.

Day and night.

As long as there is any mistake, he can repeat this point hundreds of times, striving for perfection.

The golden age of e-sports professional players is only a few years.

His chances are running out.

Obviously 20 years old is such a vibrant age, but Sang Qi's career is approaching twilight.

Four o'clock in the morning.

"God Q, why are you still practicing?" Teammate Yang Huai came out to go to the toilet, saw that the lights downstairs were still on, so he came over to take a look, only to find that Sang Qi was still training.

"Yes." Sang Qi's answer was still so concise.

Yang Huai said with a headache: "You don't want your hands anymore? Didn't you tell me last time that your hand injuries are getting worse? Why don't you know how to exercise more restraint?"

In the past, the coaches just stared at who didn't train hard.

As a result, when it came to Sang Qi, everyone had to persuade him not to practice.

"It's okay." Sang Qi said.

Yang Huai walked directly to Sang Qi's side and grabbed his wrist.

Sang Qi Xuankong's hands trembled slightly.

"It's all right?" Yang Huai's sleepiness had already disappeared, and he said: "If you don't stop, I will go to the coach and manager now."

Sang Qi: ...

"This puts an end to the rest."

Of course he knew that his teammates were doing it for his own good, otherwise, he couldn't have just compromised like this.

Yang Huai pulled the chair from the side over, sat beside Sang Qi, and said, "Okay, I'll watch you finish."

Sang Qi was speechless, but soon fell into the training state again.

As soon as it was over, he stood up, stretched his muscles and bones, and prepared to take a shower and rest.

But his state is too dangerous.

Yang Huai didn't bother the coach and manager at night, but he told them immediately the next day.

Sang Qi knew what was going on the moment he was called into the conference room.

(End of this chapter)