I Can Do It

Chapter 42

As the break approached, they started to have more and more practice matches, but the atmosphere in the base was abnormally relaxed.

The day before the break, they finished playing a practice match with WZWZ. The moment they left the room, they smelled the strong scent of hot pot.

“Did that practice match make me lose my mind? How come I smell a faint trace of happiness?” Xiao Bai inhaled through his nose and asked.

Ding-ge knocked gently against his head. “I told Auntie to make hot pot. You guys have worked hard these past few days, eat some hot pot and relax. You all have early flights tomorrow, so there’s no more practice for tonight.”

Plates of meat and veggies covered the table, and the scent of hot pot filled the entire base.

The second team’s members were also leaving the next day, so Ding-ge decided to just send a WeChat to call them all over to eat together. He set up a sizable folding table to the side and let the others sit there.

Even though they lived near each other, Jian Rong hadn’t really interacted with the second team before. He originally didn’t talk a lot when eating anyway, so now as the others all engaged in lively conversation, he simply shut his mouth and ate.

“How are you guys doing in the LDL1?” Yuan Qian raised his voice and asked the people sitting at the neighboring table.

Although they were members of TTC’s second team, strictly speaking they were considered a small branch team; their full name was TTC-K, and they were currently participating in the LDL. The teams that advanced to the finals and got first place in the LDL could apply to enter the LPL.

However, the outstanding trainees in big teams were often promoted to the first team’s substitute positions, or they directly joined the first team. As a result, it was very difficult for the second team to be as good as those new teams who were created solely for the purpose of breaking into the LPL’s quota.

Immediately, someone answered: “It’s not going too well, we just lost a match a few days ago.”

“It’s fine, there always wins and losses in competitions,” Xiao Bai said as he scooped up a shrimp ball.

When Xiao Bai was putting down the ladle, he used too much force and accidentally splashed some spicy soup onto Lu Boyuan’s hand as he was scooping up his own food.

Hearing Xiao Bai’s rushed “ah,” Jian Rong finally looked up from his bowl.

The soup had been boiling, and the chili oil was very conspicuous as it trickled down the back of Lu Boyuan’s hand.

Jian Rong stared blankly for a few seconds before he swiftly picked up some napkins from beside him, wanting to give it to Lu Boyuan. His hand had already stretched halfway over when—

“Ge, are you okay?” The team’s substitute jungler, Moon, quickly walked over from the other table holding a napkin box, which he handed over to Lu Boyuan. “Wipe it off quickly. I have some ointment over there, I can go get it for you.”

“No need, it’s just a tiny bit of soup, that’s all.” Lu Boyuan took some napkins from him and smoothly passed them off to Xiao Bai. “Wipe your mouth, the soup has already run off to your chin.”