Han Shihao was brought to the young director of his club by the head coach.

Lin Feng followed No. 5 to her and No. 1 room.

Then the two guides left each, leaving room for solitude.

Park Chanyeol looked at Han Se-ho with a nice smile that seemed harmless as usual:

"Are you sleepy?"

No. 1 looked at Lin Feng, raised his eyebrows, and the words he spoke were more directly into the topic:

"It's already the fourth day, right?"

Of course, this is not the time when the finals have been ongoing.

Lin Feng was stunned for a moment, grabbed his hair, and finally nodded honestly:

"Um."

“Tonight is the fifth day.”

Park Chanyeol nodded slightly and looked at the core ace mid-lane captain of his own club in front of him with great interest:

"I'm still saying the same thing, I'm not asking about your affairs or interfering with you, and I don't ask about the specific situation."

"But in the end, there are still many reactions and opinions given to me below. Everyone in the club is worried... So, as the director, I, always have to give some peace of mind to the people below."

Han Shihao frowned: "What do you want to say?"

No. 1 smiled and looked at Lin Feng in front of him with a playful smile, until he felt uncomfortable and numb all over his body, then he spoke leisurely:

"It's nothing, either."

"Speaking of this, have we not had a fight for a long time?"

Eh?

Lin Feng was stunned again.

Park Chanyeol looked at Han Sehao and smiled and still gave his own solution:

"The best way is of course to try it out with you. It's the most direct and intuitive, but this kind of thing is still too difficult for me."

"So, if you don't mind, you can just check it out in one round."

...

So a solo confrontation and a passerby single-row start in two rooms on different floors of the hotel.

Two laptops are placed face to face.

No. 1's face looked relaxed:

"Let go and fight."

"How did you fight these days? I will also let you go to me."

"It's been a while, so let me take a good look at how much progress you have made now."

Park Chanyeol took a notepad and pulled a chair and sat behind Han Shihao. He raised his legs leisurely and calmly placed the notepad on his knees, then looked up at Han Shihao and smiled:

"It's been a while, right?"

"We two do analytical and review one-on-one individually."

"The last time I did this kind of thing, it was several years ago."

Han Shihao still answered indifferently:

"Four years."

Park Chanyeol nodded, as if he was feeling a little emotional: "Time flies so fast, those days were so fast that I remembered it a little blurred, but when I recalled that period, it should still be very fulfilling, right?"

All that was received was Han Shihao's cold response:

"You are just not continuing to be an analyst or coach now."

"I haven't done it for several years, how much vision and ability can I have left?"

The tone was filled with uncovered mockery and a slight provocation.

At the same time, in the room on another floor, Lin Feng looked at the senior No. 1 sitting opposite him:

"Senior, then I'm not polite."

Park Chanyeol smiled:

"Don't worry, I just haven't done it for a few years. I won't be unfamiliar with this skill."

No. 1's mouth slightly raised:

"Stupid boy"

"If there is nothing that can satisfy me, just wait and suffer."

...

After one single match, the olo battled three rounds.

Their results seem to be satisfactory.

But Han Shihao's expression remained indifferent.

Someone has a shameless face and does not change his expression.

Park Chanyeol looked down at his notepad with a full page of paper, and No. 1 thoughtfully at the picture of the computer screen in front of him.

Then the latter two looked up:

"continue."

"Come again."

Another solo game.

It's another three-wheeled solo.

The response I received remains unchanged, and I continue to come back.

After more than an hour, Park Chanyeol finally put away his notepad, and No. 1 also let go of the mouse and keyboard in front of him with both hands.

Han Shihao looked up at the supervisor in front of him:

"Enough?"

The young supervisor pondered for a moment, and then laughed:

"Enough."

Lin Feng looked at the senior sitting opposite him:

"Senior, is it almost done?"

No. 1 waved casually as if driving a flies:

"Okay, let's go."

Han Shihao stood up and pushed the door and left. Someone came to the door and looked carefully at his senior, then closed the door and left.

In the different rooms on two floors of the hotel, the atmosphere fell into silence.

After a while, Park Chanyeol took a look at his notepad again, as if he was carefully looking at the content of the analysis records he had just recorded for a few pages, and took out his mobile phone to dial a string of numbers.

A faint and majestic voice came from the other end of the earpiece:

"How about it?"

Park Chanyeol smiled: "Let Seho play me three solo games."

“So, your opinion is”

Park Chanyeol paused slightly, and his tone seemed to give an answer easily:

"Can."

The other end of the phone fell into silence for a moment, and the voice came slowly again after a while:

"If you judge this too, let him continue."

No. 1 got up and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window in the room.

Not sure when the door was gently pushed open again, No. 5 walked in and looked at his fiancé in front of the floor-to-ceiling window:

"So, what's the result?"

No. 1 looked out the night view outside the window, leisurely and casually:

“It’s not bad.”

No. 5 smiled: "I seemed to be very confident when I was looking at No. 2 and No. 3 yesterday. Now it seems that some people are not completely confident in their hearts."

He was a rare joke about his fiancé's joke.

No. 1 turned to look at his beautiful fiancée and smiled:
To be continued...