The next day, in the nanny car about to leave for NSN, a certain commando looked extremely bad. He sat alone in the last row of the car, leaning to one side and ignoring everyone. His baseball cap was pulled down, covering half of his face, leaving only his chin exposed.
"What happened to Evil?" Zhou Huo climbed into the car, counted each player's peripheral bags, and looked at Nolan Shi's expression and asked worriedly, "Didn't you get enough rest last night? What time did you go to bed? Didn't I tell you to go to bed early because we were going to play NSN today?"
Nolan Shi muttered from behind his cap, "Three-thirty... not too late."
"Oh, that's fine." Zhou Huo was relieved and sat down. Still confused, he turned his head and asked, "Then what's wrong with you? Are you feeling unwell?"
Without waiting for Soren Yu to speak up to help Nolan Shi out, Chen Huo put away his peripheral bag and sneered, "Want to know? Do you want me to tell you?"
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