I heard that there is someone on the anchor

Years later, Hai Fei lived in the base of the ABC team, and his daily training time has been maintained between fourteen and sixteen hours.

Because Beijing time is nearly twelve hours ahead of the local time zone in Miami.

Therefore, every evening, Haifei can receive a phone call from Zuotu who wakes up early, and when Zuotu is noon, he will always send a message to let Haifei rest.

Haifei obediently agreed.

In fact, there is no morning for e-sports players, and of course it is impossible to go to bed early. Haifei is used to the most active brain in the early morning, and he feels better after training.

On the night of the fifth day of the lunar new year, on the second floor of the ABC team base.

At ten o'clock, a group of people ordered a dozen crayfish takeaways for supper, and while Zhou Zeqi was away, they took them all into the training room without any scruples and began to eat wildly.

The training room was filled with the smell of spicy crayfish, and the trash can was full of paper towels and film gloves to wipe hands. Several people ate to their heart's content and sat on the chairs, licking their mouths.

Gao Lele commented: "The one with minced garlic is OK, it should be fine to eat next."

Hu Xiaobing looked at the remaining soup and suggested, "Put it in the refrigerator, and let auntie make it for you tomorrow."

Gao Lele: "..."

Jiang Bulong was the first to stop, holding the water cup so hot that he could sip. He sat back in front of the computer, not wanting to practice for a while, so he looked for the latest NBA live video to watch.

The camera will always scan the audience on the sidelines, especially the front row, where the girlfriends or family members of the stars are often sitting, and you can see many celebrities sitting there in low-key dress.

Jiang Bulong drank hot water, and sprinkled a few wolfberries in it, which was called health preservation.

He saw a figure flashing past in the lens, and there was probably only an afterimage left on his retina. He suddenly opened his eyes wide, feeling something was wrong and turned back to look.

really……

Jiang Bulong paused several times before staying at the best time. He looked at the auditorium in the upper left corner of the screen, and there was a tall man in a short-sleeved black shirt. His hair and complexion were obviously Asian.

He turned his head slightly to talk to the person next to him, leaving a side face with clean and sharp lines.

only……

Jiang Bulong took a closer look, and felt that this man looked a bit like a leftist?

He looked around the training room, but did not see Hai Fei, and asked Hu Xiaobing, "Where did Brother Hai go?"

Hu Xiaobing was fighting with the crayfish remains on the coffee table with a broom, when he heard this, he raised his head, "Go and wash your hands."

The power of crayfish is basically the same as that of snail powder, but one smells fragrant and the other smells bad.

"Oh." Jiang Bulong turned his head, "Baotou, come here and show you something."

Baotou is looking beautiful in the mirror: "What?"

Jiang Bulong pointed to the screen: "I'll show you someone."

This boy Long Er has opened his mind to see who's beautiful little girl?

Baotou put down the mirror, stepped on the chair under his buttocks, and slid to Jiang Bulong's side: "Who?"

Jiang Bulong pointed to the "Left Disciple" on the screen, and said in a low voice, "Who does that look like Brother Hai, Mr. Zuo..."

Baotou also squinted his eyes and leaned closer to the screen, "Hey, don't tell me it looks a bit like it."

"Just this one shot?" Baotou asked curiously.

Jiang Bulong clicked play, and the camera showed the "Left Disciple" for two or three seconds, but he was always talking to the person next to him, so he couldn't see his face.

"At American Airlines, the Heat play their home games," Jiang Bulong said.

Baotou rubbed his chin, "Miami? It's not impossible, you can ask Brother Hai where Mr. Zuo is now."

After finishing speaking, he stared at the screen again and nodded, "It's very similar.

Hai Fei came back with hot water, and Baotou greeted him enthusiastically, "Brother Hai."

"Ok?"

Baotou cleared his throat, "Well, Mr. Zuo is still in China right now?"

Hai Fei kept walking, sat down on his seat, put the hot water on the table, "Not here, what's wrong?"

Really not here?

Jiang Bulong and Baotou looked at each other, and Baotou put his arms on the table, "Long Er saw a person who looked very similar to Mr. Zuo when he was watching the live broadcast."

Jiang Bulong pulled his face very long.

This dog, sell him as soon as you open your mouth.

"?" Hai Fei looked down at his phone, Mr. Zuo sent a WeChat message an hour ago saying that he was sunbathing on the beach.

Seeing that Hai Fei's expression was wrong, Baotou said repeatedly: "No, it's not a live broadcast, rebroadcast, yesterday? The screen recording of the day before yesterday?" He hooked his head again to confirm.

I exclaimed in my heart, wow, isn't it a large-scale rape scene?

Hai Fei turned to look at Jiang Bulong's computer screen, Jiang Bulong moved away, Hai Fei looked back and forth twice, and it was indeed a nine-point resemblance to Zuo Tu.

Beijing time, 23:45.

It is Haifei's custom to make a phone call with Zuo Tu "before going to bed". Usually, after he finishes the phone call with Zuo Tu, um, I will go to bed, then hang up the phone and sit in front of the computer again.

The bell rang for 30 seconds and no one answered.

Haifei stood on the balcony, looking at the dark and dark green plants in the garden, but thinking about Florida's bright sunshine, sandy beach, blue waves, beauties... and Zuo disciples.

He took out the lighter in his pocket, and with a click, a dangerous blue flame burst out.

This man is wandering around.

The author has something to say:

small theater:

It's time for the whale interview: "Mr. Zuo, I heard you're a prostitute?"

Mr. Zuo: "No, I didn't, you're talking nonsense."

Thank you Dan Caicai w and Sang Huahua for the landmine mua~ Hug up for a [-]-meter sprint