Chapter 213: Former World Champion E-sports Player and His Financial Boss (3)
Former World Champion E-sports Player and His Financial Boss (30)
The person in my arms is very light.
Lance carried the person steadily to the third floor, comparing things in his mind.
Probably because he trains in front of his phone every day and lacks exercise, Song Ning feels light when he is picked up, probably only about 100 pounds.
After going up to the third floor, he held the person in one hand and used his free hand to open the door.
Perhaps because the movement of changing hands was too big, Song Ning woke up in a daze.
"Hmm? Lance, did you come to my room to see me for something?"
He hadn't fully come to his senses yet, and was staring at his door with unfocused eyes in a daze.
"No, you're drunk so I'll take you back to rest."
Lance pushed the door open and carried the person in.
Seeing the bed so close at hand, Song Ning reacted slowly.
He turned his head and found that Lance was holding him with one hand!
He hurriedly wanted to get down, "I'm sorry, am I drunk? I'm very heavy, I'll get down first..."
Lance's long arms were steady.
"Fortunately, I can hold it with one hand. I think you ate a little too little and were too light."
However, worried that Song Ning would be shy, he let go of her hand.
Song Ning couldn't wait to get down to the ground, but he stumbled and fell back into Lance's arms.
"S-Sorry I didn't stand still."
Song Ning blushed with embarrassment.
"fine."
Lance steadied him a little before letting go.
"But you can't drink? In that case, next time I'll ask them to take away all the alcoholic drinks."
All the SN members are adults, and he thought it was okay to drink some alcohol with a concentration of 3 or 4 degrees after the game.
But who would have thought that the little prince of this world seemed to have a poor acceptance of alcohol?
"No, I was just careless. If they like it, they can keep it."
Song Ning's mind was buzzing but he still fought for his teammates.
"Okay, are you awake now? Is there anything I can help you with?"
"No, no, thank you."
"Well, then I'll go back first."
"Oh ok, I'll take you there."
Song Ning struggled to stand up, only to find that the person in front of him was standing motionless.
"?"
His eyes were a little confused.
Didn’t you say you were leaving?
Lance wanted to sigh.
He leaned over slightly and pushed the person back to the bed. "You're still drunk, aren't you? You can't even stand steadily, and you still want to send me off, huh?"
It was so close that I could smell Lance's cologne.
Does Lance still use perfume? It's a bit strong but nice and warm.
Song Ning's breath was wrapped in this fragrance, and his mind became a little confused.
"But, but be polite..."
"Do we still have to be so polite to each other? I thought we were already friends?"
There seemed to be a hint of disappointment in Lance's tone.
"No, that's not what I meant. We are friends."
Song Ning explained hastily, his fingers subconsciously grabbing the corner of the other person's clothes.
"I, I think you're great, so we should be good friends."
If we stay good friends, Lance won't feel disappointed, right?
As Song Ning was thinking, he heard a soft sigh from above his head.
"Just good friends?"
Before Song Ning had time to think about why the other party sighed, Lance had already politely left his room.
He sat on the edge of the bed in a daze, his heart beating uncontrollably for a long time.
Is this what he meant?
Early the next morning.
Song Ning was awakened by a series of headaches. He rubbed his temples for a while and sat up silently.
"So I can't drink alcohol? I have to be more careful next time."
He muttered to himself for a while, and some scenes from last night suddenly appeared in his mind.
Song Ning paused.
What did Lance mean by that?
He was still in a daze when Lance's voice suddenly came from outside the door.
"...PFZ's prince and Mo Dong are having an affair, so they won't fire at Mo Dong. This time PFZ is clearly planning to push the coach out as a scapegoat. It's not practical for PFZ to point this out directly, so it's better to set Mo Dong up first."
"What's the point of setting up a fight? Believe it or not, PFZ will only tell the fans that they will rely on Mo Dong's performance in the future, and then he will drag us down by saying that we won the game this time because of luck and other suspicious factors. The next game will show the truth."
"They've already hyped it up like this? Very good, add some fuel to the fire. When the next game results come out, they'll know what it means to suffer the consequences of their actions."
"Also, those who slandered Song Ning and said they would report him to the alliance for cheating should be dealt with as soon as possible. Even if he is innocent, you must know that three people can make a tiger."
"Well, as for the rest, I'll have someone help you deal with it."
It seems that PFZ thought the same as he did, and the method he used was basically the same as last time.
Fortunately, he had already thought of a way to deal with it.
After hanging up the phone, Lance casually glanced at Song Ning's door and was about to leave when he suddenly noticed a pair of feet under the door.
He paused. Song Ning woke up so early?
Then Song Ning should have heard everything I said just now?
Why is there no sound?
Song Ning put his ear against the door. He was still wondering when suddenly he heard two loud knocks on the door.
"Idol, are you awake?"
Song Ning was so scared that he took several steps back and his face turned red.
Did Lance catch him eavesdropping?
The door was opened and Song Ning felt a little guilty.
"I, I didn't mean to..."
"Why did you wake up so early? Is it because you have a headache from drinking?"
When Lance saw him, he smiled and showed concern. Song Ning nodded blankly with the words on his lips.
"It's a bit of a headache."
"Then I'll make you a cup of honey water. After you drink it, I'll have someone come over to give you a head massage. You'll feel much better."
Lance picked up his phone and Song Ning quickly grabbed him when he saw it.
"Forget about the massage, just drink some honey water."
Lance took one look at his expression and dropped his hands in obedience.
"Then I'll make you some honey water. You wash up first?"
Song Ning:!
He suddenly lowered his head and turned around, his ears flushed red.
He actually opened the door and talked to Lance for so long at the door without even washing up?
This look is also very cute.
Lance admired it for two seconds, then quickly made some honey water and brought it over.
Song Ning was drinking in the room, secretly glancing at Lance, as if he wanted to say something but hesitated.
Lance smiled with his lips curled, but he didn't take the initiative to speak.
After drinking half a cup of honey water, Song Ning still couldn't help it.
"You... I just overheard you on the phone. It seems like you were asking someone to handle something about me? Can I listen?"
He only listened to the general idea, the key words were PFZ, Mo Dong and him.
Song Ning didn't know why, but just hearing this made him feel that it must be something very troublesome.
Otherwise, Lance wouldn't have specially asked someone to deal with it so early in the morning, right?