"You!"
Hearing Chu Ran's words, Scout trembled with rage. The finger pointing at Chu Ran shook nonstop, and his face was as red as a monkey's butt.
At that moment, everyone in the Backstage Lounge was frightened by Chu Ran's demeanor, involuntarily recalling how he had exploded during the earlier BP phase.
"Brother Ran, maybe just forget it."
"I told you to pick up the headset. Are you deaf?"
Chu Ran's eyes fixed on Scout like sharp blades, making Scout feel thoroughly uncomfortable as his entire body and mind resisted.
Just as he hesitated, Abu and the others suddenly pushed open the lounge door.
When the first match was nearing its end, they had already left the club and headed for the venue.
The first thing Ming Kai said was domineering. "Pick it up."
When Ming Kai said that, Scout pressed his lips together. He dared to go against Chu Ran, but he did not dare ignore Ming Kai.
After taking a deep breath, he clenched one hand into a fist inside his pocket, his nails digging hard into his flesh. With the other, he bent down, picked up the headset, and placed it back on the coffee table, his expression full of grief and indignation.
Seeing Scout's actions, Abu's expression finally improved slightly, though his sharp voice still carried a trace of anger.
They had already heard Chu Ran's words on their way over. Scout had indeed gone too far this time.
Bringing his own petty thoughts into a match was something Abu could not tolerate.
Fortunately, this was only a regular-season match.
But what if he brought his emotions into a major tournament later? Or what if he became upset himself? If he dared entertain such thoughts today, then tomorrow he might dare threaten the club like Tong