Esports coaches are demons

Chapter 102
Yesterday, Chen Xichen, Lu Wen and the others quarreled until very late, and Lin Chen kindly didn't wake them up. After all, the game had just ended, so they still needed to take a rest.

He went downstairs to the lobby, where unfinished beer was piled up on the table.

I couldn't help but feel helpless for a while, these lazy guys.

Slowly tidying up the table, a note inadvertently came out of the corner of his eye.

Snow-white paper with dark blue pen writing on it.Clear and bright, with a consistent cool-toned style.

He recognized this kind of handwriting, which was sharp and graceful, leaning towards the structure of the thin gold body.It was written by Ke Yue.

Part of the wet ink was wiped away, leaving a very shallow mark, from left to right, obviously because the left hand was writing to the right.

"I'm not at the base today because I have something to do. I'll leave the training to you. The new schedule is pinned on the bulletin board. Remember to read it."

He turned his head and saw a new schedule nailed to the note board on the wall near the aquarium in the corridor.

Lin Chen suddenly lost the intention to clean up.

He simply sat on the sofa, a rare act of laziness.

Thinking of what Ke Yue said last night, I felt irritable again.

You have planned everything in an orderly manner, even arranging the training in a few months, just to leave one day in the future...

The more I think about it, the more annoyed I feel, the first time I get annoyed, I think of the boy, and then I get even more annoyed, falling into an endless loop.

No matter which point you start from, you will return to the original starting point:

He didn't want the boy to leave.

Such a selfish thought.

The former Lin Chen was never like this. The young master who came out of the Lin family in Chang'an was gentle and courteous in his bones.

Does liking someone make you selfish?

He inexplicably wanted to drink.

So he casually opened a new bottle of beer, looked up, bored.

The wine brewed from malt has a slightly sweet taste and should be cold and chilly.But at this moment, Lin Chen only felt bitterness.

Almost unpalatable bitterness, the bubbles mixed with the wine exploded on his taste buds, and the strong bitterness melted in his heart.

He bowed his head and let out a long sigh.

The phone rings.

It's not Ke Yue's...

He set an exclusive ringtone for Ke Yue's number, but what is ringing now is just a piece of music that Lin Chen recorded impromptuly in his spare time.

He took another sip of wine, and after his pulse beat about 30 times, he stretched his fingers lazily and connected.

"Hello? Hello." Polite greeting.

Even though Lin Chen is in a bad mood right now, he still has to be polite to others.

Don't let your negativity affect others.

But if he knew who made the call, he might not think so.

"Captain Lin, good morning."

"It's already 09:30, it's getting late." He recognized the owner of the voice in an instant, and his tone became obviously cold.

"Cheng Zijian, what's the matter?"

"..."

There seemed to be a laugh.

"It's fine. At seven o'clock tonight, Eden Paradise, I'll treat you, Team Lin, will you show me your face?"

Lin Chen sneered.

"Don't go."

Is it so blatant to hold a Hongmen banquet?Put down the phone and prepare to hang up.

"Don't rush to refuse." The other side spoke again.

"Captain Lin, if I say that tonight's banquet is related to Ke Yue..."

"You, are you coming or not?"

……

After eating at noon, he arranged things and took the subway to the place Cheng Zijian said.

Eden Paradise, the most famous bar in Beijing.

Different from the noise of other bars, this place is well-organized, and the indoor fountain under the crystal chandelier dances gracefully.

There are not many guests at this time, and romantic saxophones are flowing in the hall.

He sat straight on the high platform.

"A bottle of whiskey, thank you."

The bartender started working immediately, and soon, a bottle of amber liquor and Locke cups with ice pucks were brought up.

The wine reflected a clear light in the glass, and he drank slowly at first, worried that he would get drunk too quickly.

But then it seems that I don't need to worry about this problem.

He seems to have underestimated his drinking capacity.

In fact, he didn't even know how much he was drinking.

Lin Chen doesn't drink often, and usually drinks some fruit wine made by his grandfather during the New Year and holidays at home.When I was in college, I was occasionally dragged to the bar by my friends to play.

However, I drink more restrained, and I don't know the upper limit of my drinking.

But now, with half a bottle of whiskey gone, he still didn't feel anything, not even a slight sense of heat.

Innate talent?

He drank another glass.

This kind of talent may sometimes bring a lot of benefits, but for Lin Chen who is in an extremely bad mood right now, it is really tormenting.

As time passed, the number of guests in the bar gradually increased.

The music also changed style.

The disc engineer is constantly manipulating the mixing console, cutting multiple pieces of slow rock music seamlessly.

Under the heavy bass beat full of metal, men and women held wine glasses to revel.

Many people noticed this handsome guy sitting alone at the bar and getting drunk.

In fact, he has an elegant and dusty temperament. In this grotesque bar, he is like an outsider who stops here by chance, and it is difficult to be ignored.

The beauties wanted to strike up a conversation, but they were all taken away by Lin Chen's air-conditioning.

Maybe they didn't expect that such a pair of sparkling autumn water would sometimes condense like frost.

Lin Chen knew that fans would recognize him after a long time, but he didn't care.

He asked for another bottle of wine.

When he finally got himself a little drunk, his phone vibrated.

It was already seven o'clock, and Cheng Zijian sent another message.

"Box No. C201"

He immediately checked out and followed the waiter to Area C on the second floor.

For ordinary gatherings, semi-enclosed booths are fine, but Cheng Zi built a fully enclosed box, obviously with ulterior motives.

201 arrives and the waiter leaves.Without much hesitation, he pushed open the door of the box.

Worthy of being the most famous bar in Beijing, the boxes are luxuriously decorated without losing style.

Only four people came to Wuzhou, and they all happened to be ace players back then.

There were also some scattered people. After a cursory glance, there were about a dozen people who looked like gangsters.

Lin Chen was about to walk in, but someone stopped him at the door.

The metal detector head scanned his body three times, until he took off all the keychains, and the alarm finally stopped.

"Captain Lin, don't blame me for being rude." Cheng Zijian was sitting on the sofa playing poker with a cigarette in his mouth. He raised his eyes and glanced at Lin Chen, "After all, I'm really worried that there will be bugs, pinhole cameras, etc. mixed in."

The corner of Lin Chen's mouth was naturally curved, making it hard to tell whether he was smiling sincerely at the moment, "I came alone, you can rest assured."

"It seems that Captain Lin is very trustworthy." He poured himself a glass of wine, "Do you know why I like the box here?"

"Because, in order to take care of the privacy of the guests, there is only a camera at the door. And, there are soundproof panels all around. That is to say, no matter what happens inside, the outside will not know."

No monitoring?Then there is no need to worry about professional players being disqualified for fighting, Lin Chen thought.

Cheng Zijian pushed the wine in front of Lin Chen, "Captain Lin, have some drink?"

"No, I'm not thirsty." He looked indifferent, as if he hadn't heard Cheng Zijian's threatening words, "I'm here this time to ask one thing."

"Ke Yue's right hand, did you do it?"

Cheng Zijian raised his eyebrows, "He told you?"

"My guess."

"It's a good guess." He laughed, "But there is one thing, you are wrong."

"Not 'I', but 'we'."

"That is to say, all four of you have a share?" Lin Chen was thoughtful.

"That's right." The other people in Wuzhou also laughed, as if they were mocking.

"Then there is nothing to say." Lin Chen slowly rolled up his cuffs and folded them.

It has to be said that he was in a bad mood, and it just so happened that someone without a boat came to his door on his own initiative.

"Today, I'm here to fight." He took a step back and performed a martial art clasping ceremony, then his body sank slightly, and he performed the starting move of Linjiaquan.

"As many as you can fight, let's go together."

(End of this chapter)