Licheng First Hospital was surrounded by reporters and fans inside and outside.

"Captain Han, is what is said online true? Weishen also injured his hand in non-competitive competitions?"

"Will this affect NSE's next game?"

"Cross Cold Team..."

The people called Han Team stood in the crowd with cold eyes and a tone of ridicule, especially when they asked one of them, their eyes seemed to see through everything.

"Are you a reporter?"

The person being asked was guilty of being looked upon by him, but so many people were asking why she couldn't ask, and she would have some confidence when she thought about it like this.

"College Team please answer my question positively."

The fans present said that it is not good. Those who dare to speak like this in front of Han Shen seem to have... not come out yet!

Sure enough, Han Wu's mouth curled slightly, but his eyes were so cold that it was so cold that a group of tall bodyguards took the person out, followed by Han Wu's legal counsel.

"Ms., you have been sued because you infringed on the portrait rights of my client. Let's discuss the specific situation in another place."

"I just took a few photos and they took them too. Why don't you sue me?"

"Have you taken the photo?" Han Wu was obviously impatient.

"No", the hospital corridor answered his words neatly.

The man didn't expect these fans to cooperate so well, and his face turned pale in an instant.

"Take it away", Consultant Bai touched his glasses. This time he was slow and he didn't know if the boss would settle the score later.

There were bodyguards maintaining order, and the club also issued a statement. Although fans were worried, they were obedient and were not blocking the hospital.

The air pressure in the ward was very low, and several boys could not bear the atmosphere and ran away.

Now only the captain and top laner of the NSE team are left.

The nse team was established less than three years ago and was the dark horse of the Lol National Competition last year. Although it stopped in the quarterfinals of the country, as an emerging team of pure Chinese players, it is already very good to achieve this result.

The captain of the team, Han Wu, is an IQ jungler known as the "Son of Chosen of God". He was once criticized by black fans for God's own son, who wants to be beautiful and have family backgrounds.

Ye Wei, the top team, has a gentle appearance and a deep mind. She controls the details in the top single, and her operations during the game are the same as her personality. She pays gentle attention to details (A certain abused opponent: I fart you, that's obviously Lingchi, this person is too dark, wuwu...)

"You scared them," Ye Wei said with a smile, her eyes so gentle that it makes people sink into depravity.

"A hand and game, didn't you say it's cured?"

"It's true that I can't hide it from the captain, haha."

"It must be cured no matter what." Han Wu's eyes were deep when he said this.

"Well, have you watched yesterday's battle video?" Ye Wei was a typical person who remembered food and not beats. He was still lying in the hospital and still dared to mention this matter.

Han Wu didn't say anything, and he continued, "People are coming for you, they are crazy and strong. Such people are too resentful and have never encountered them in previous games."

"Five hits one, and one hand is on. We are still collecting information about our opponents. What kind of mood do you do this? Haha, Han Wu sneer.

"Maybe this is the charm of e-sports! The captain is serious, this person is a world-class jungler."

"However, this person's appearance helped me solve some problems."

"Your worries are not without reason. If you are sought after by others, you will lose your original intention. Everyone's mentality has become somewhat ill." Ye Wei thought about it.

"Have you found the new top-lane?" he asked again.

"Look at it," Han Wu took a tablet for him.
Chapter completed!