TECTAC

Chapter 190: Extra Three

Upon returning to the base in China, Wuhoo was still a bit grumpy about the training matches they played with GH before the finals.

At first, he hadn't felt much. Then he looked back and felt it was wrong. "Hey, I just remembered now. Why do so many top players have to accompany them in a training match? At that time, I felt there was something weird I hadn't figured out. In this situation, shouldn't the manager charge GH some training fees?"

Come laughed. "You didn't play anyway. I just went there and played a few games casually. It isn't necessary."

"That is the problem." Wuhoo had just returned from the attending doctor. He carefully supported his wrist and the more he thought about it, the more he felt it was wrong. "The PPA who played the shooter position is the substitute for GH, right? Thinking about when I was a newcomer, I don't seem to be treated so well as to have a demon king come to support me?"

Come coughed. "I really don't think it is anything big."

"Still, I think there is something wrong." Wuhoo frowned and emphasized. "You are my support!"

Come looked up. "You know now that I am your support? When I asked you to take a good rest earlier, why didn't you know how to listen to advice? Have you ever thought that if you don't look after your hands well, I will have to find a new shooter to play the bottom lane together!"

Wuhoo became sluggish at the words and his anger relented a lot. He lowered his voice and muttered softly, "I already know I was wrong... Moreover, I was so desperate in order for our team to get a good result. What do you mean by find a new shooter to play the bottom lane together?"

He paused and his brow furrowed. "You are shameless enough to say this. Surely you haven't wanted to do this a long time ago?"

Come usually put on contact lenses when he went out. There was no competition this time so he wore gold framed glasses for daily use. Now he gently pushed it up with his fingers.

He didn't know whether to laugh or cry so he simply followed the words. "Whether I change partners or not depends on whether you take care of yourself more. If you continue without any measures as before, your hands will fly away. Even if I don't want to change, I can't help but choose a new partner."

Wuhoo silently watched Come for a while before withdrawing his gaze. "Look at my performance and you will never want to change partners in your life! You heard what the doctor said just now. The diagnosis results have come out. As long as I follow the doctor's instructions and receive the treatment well, I will be able to return to the field vigorously."

Come raised his eyebrow in a non-committal manner. "I hope so."

If Wuhoo was really willing to be obedient, how could he secretly train to the point where his originally very simple hand injury developed to the present point?

The two of them walked side by side to the training room. At a glance, they saw people surrounding the central computer.

Wuhoo wondered, "What are you looking at?"

The other members of Three raised their heads after hearing the sound. They didn't rush to answer and asked in unison, "You're back! How is it? What did the doctor say?"

"I've seen it. Don't worry, the doctor said he didn't hurt my muscles and bones and I'll be fine." Come knew that everyone was very concerned about the injury after the World Competition and concisely answered. Then he repeated Wuhoo's question just now. "What are you looking at?"

Everyone's worries were completely put down after knowing that Wuhoo's hand didn't have a big problem.

Three's mid-laner returned his gaze to the computer screen. "You have been to the hospital these days and have probably forgotten. After playing the World Competition, it's the all-stars match. The official website has just released it. Now the major cubs are actively doing PR to canvass for votes. Take a look. It is fun."