From the PUBG World Chapter 5

After Oliver finished the live broadcast, he went to the activity room on the second floor to look around. As expected, the medical kit at the base only contained common cold and heat-removing medicines, but no burn ointment.

Fortunately, there was a 24-hour pharmacy not far from the base. Oliver did not alert others and drove out to buy a tube.

Oliver had just been warned by his manager in the afternoon not to scare the children, so he hesitated and did not go directly into the training room on the first floor.

Coincidentally, Bruce came out after a while.

Oliver tilted his head slightly and looked at the red wound on Bruce's right palm: "Does it hurt?"

Bruce looked at Oliver with red eyes and his chest rising and falling with depression. Countless words that had been stuck in his heart for more than a year rushed to his throat, almost squeezing his chest to pieces.

His lips moved, but before he could speak, tears started to fall.

Bruce turned his head away, gritting his teeth and restraining himself from making any sound.

Oliver looked at Bruce quietly.

If this is fake, then it's a pity that Bruce chose to play professionally. He should turn left and apply for the Beijing Film Academy. He will definitely have a brighter future.

Oliver put on his team uniform and took a step forward: "You..."

"Brother Qi! Are you going to make up for these three months of space with just one live broadcast?" Lucas wandered around the third floor for a long time but couldn't find Oliver. He heard that he had taken the car keys and left, so he went to the first floor door to block people. Sure enough, he saw Oliver, and he walked towards him while complaining, "What are you doing?! We haven't officially announced Youth yet, and now you... uh, you guys..."

Oliver closed his eyes: "fcuk..."

Bruce didn't want others to see him crying, so he turned sideways in panic and wiped his face vigorously.

Oliver was helpless. He turned his head to look at Lucas and lowered his voice: "Shh..."

"Well..." Lucas was confused and completely at a loss, "I just... I just want to talk to you..."

Oliver rubbed his brows, feeling weak and exhausted: "Can you tell me later?"

Lucas sensed that the atmosphere here was a little subtle, and said dryly: "Yes."

Oliver waved his hand and told him to get out. Lucas looked around and saw that the young trainees in the training room on the first floor had already looked up through the glass room. He said awkwardly: "You guys...pay attention to the impact, and that... Nolan just emphasized today that the work and rest schedule must be strictly controlled. One minute off will be considered a violation. There is a curfew for young trainees. It's almost one o'clock. Youth, pay attention to the time. Brother Qi, you...I'll wait for you on the third floor."

Oliver was in a big headache and said impatiently: "Get lost."

Lucas left as he was told. The members of the second team and the young trainees were still craning their necks to look at them eagerly through the glass wall. Oliver tilted his head and glanced in the direction of the training room. Many round heads instantly shrank back behind the display screen and began to pretend to be busy.

"Once a day, wrap it with a layer of gauze after applying it, don't wrap it too much." Oliver handed the burn ointment to Bruce, and took out a box of gauze from his sweatpants pocket, "If it really hurts, you can ask for leave, don't ask the people in charge of you, they usually won't approve it, just ask me... I can approve it."

Bruce shook his head and said in a muffled voice: "No, it won't affect the training."

"No impact?" Oliver smiled and didn't force him, "It's up to you..."

Oliver took out his cell phone and looked at the time... 0:54.

If a youth trainee violates the rules once, this month's salary will be gone. Oliver probably can't say anything today, so he said, "You go back first. If there is anything else, we can talk later."

"I'm not afraid of violating discipline." Bruce said hurriedly, then immediately lowered his head and said stiffly, "I often return to the dormitory at three or four o'clock."

"I heard about it." Oliver was silent for a moment, then asked, "Did you contact Riley and ask him to recruit you into the team?"

Bruce nodded.

Oliver chuckled: "He's so enthusiastic? I've never seen him running errands for anyone for nothing. What did you promise him that he would help you so much?"

Bruce hesitated and shook his head: "I can't say."

As expected, Riley must have warned Bruce about something, but Oliver didn't care. Even if Bruce didn't say anything, he could still find out, and maybe even more.

Oliver leaned against the wall again. He looked at Bruce. The corridor was silent.

Oliver suddenly asked, "Did you lie in the game just now?"

Oliver looked at Bruce quietly and said calmly: "Be smart, don't play tricks on me now, tell me the truth."

Bruce raised his eyes, hesitated for a moment, and nodded.

"Do you like Oliver?"

"like."

Oliver was stunned for a moment, sneered, then turned and went upstairs.

Bruce was stunned for a few seconds. He was too impressed by the contemptuous smile on Oliver's face. A year ago, Oliver threw his phone back with the same smile and disappeared.

Bruce suddenly panicked. He opened his mouth, but as expected, he was speechless.

"I, I...I!" Bruce clenched his right hand tightly, sweat broke out on his back. He tried his best and stuttered, "I! I will...HO...HOG."

Bruce gritted his teeth and squeezed out word by word: "It's not, it's not because, the team is so... so powerful."

Oliver turned around, Bruce was too embarrassed to look at Oliver: "It's... because... because of you."

A string in Oliver's heart that hadn't been plucked for a long time suddenly made a soft sound, causing his heart to ache slightly.

"You..." Oliver rubbed his wrist unconsciously, "Is this the only lie you told?"

Bruce's cheeks flushed and he nodded.

Bruce raised his head and said with difficulty: "You...you treat me..."

At one o'clock, the training room on the first floor opened with a bang. Several young trainees came out one after another. Bruce was embarrassed. Nolan came down from the second floor and saw Bruce and hurriedly chased him and said, "You are here! Come over and review your game today with me."

Bruce hadn't finished his words yet. He was afraid that Oliver would leave, so he looked at Oliver anxiously. The two young trainees blocked his view, so Nolan didn't even see Oliver. He frowned and urged him, "Hurry up. They've wasted our time today. Finish the review early and go to bed early."

Oliver hesitated for a moment and went upstairs first.

Bruce felt a lump in his heart and stood there stubbornly for a while until Nolan called him again and again before he followed Nolan.

"God Qi, I have a rhythm post about you here. Do you want to check it out?" On the third floor, Jasper was eating supper. He laughed so hard that his stomach hurt. "It's been less than half an hour since you went off the air and there's already a video of you on Weibo. Hahahahaha, a fan of you who is a student of German NCAA, translated the whole thing with flowery words. Hahahahahahaha, your operation is pretty good. To be honest, you, Captain Qi, are the coolest."

Lucas originally wanted to quietly get over the matter while no one was paying attention, but he didn't expect that Oliver's fans were so powerful that the forum and Weibo were already full of Oliver's rhythm posts. Lucas gave up on himself and simply reposted the video on HOG's official Weibo, and laughed along. By the way, he was forced to introduce Youth to everyone in advance.

"You! It's all because of you!" Lucas kept complaining, "We haven't even decided where to send Youth yet, and you exposed him first! Now everyone knows that Youth is here, and the club asked me to make an official announcement tomorrow. How do I do it?"

Oliver knew he was in the wrong, so he didn't argue. He sat down at his own camera position and said vaguely, "If you haven't decided yet, then decide now. I had a gunfight with him today, and we rehearsed again. It's not bad. His skills are up to standard."

"What the hell! He failed the sports psychology assessment three times in a row. According to the psychological counselor, he can't even enter the second team." Lucas was in a dilemma. "If we want to make the official announcement, we have to sign a contract. What should we sign? How should we sign it? Are we really going to let him enter the second team?"

Oliver frowned slightly: "What did you just say?"

Lucas was annoyed: "Why sign a contract with him? Huh?!"

"No..." Oliver frowned, "Is there anyone who can't pass the psychological assessment these days?"

Lucas sighed and nodded: "Yes, and the problem is very serious. Otherwise, why do you think I didn't sign a contract with him and let him hang around in the youth training camp?"

Sports psychology assessment, this test is almost equivalent to assessing whether a long-distance runner has healthy legs. Some teams don't even check this when recruiting new players. Oliver has been in service for eight years, and this is the first time he has heard of a professional player failing this test.

"He..." Oliver felt an invisible fog in his heart that seemed to be about to dissipate, "Bruce, he..."

"Team Two is currently lacking an offensive position. Bruce is good at close combat, so he is suitable." Lucas muttered to himself, interrupting Oliver's thoughts. Lucas was undecided and looked up to ask Oliver, "How about making an exception and letting him join Team Two?"

Oliver came back to his senses, thought for a moment and shook his head: "No."

Lucas was completely furious: "So what do you want to do?! Are you taking revenge on me for letting you live stream?!"

Oliver took off his coat and looked at the empty seat next to his camera: "We are in the first team and we need a substitute."