The King is Difficult [E-sports]

[When you see a tree blooming with flowers, can you still remember when it was still a sapling? ]

The meal took a long time, and at the end, Xiao Cun, who was usually cold, almost seemed a little puzzled and complained.

"So for Qingcheng, studying is the more risky choice. If Uncle Ye is willing to tell the people around him that he is proud of his son, there will not be so many people who think that e-sports is unworthy. It’s something,” he even seriously suggested: “Don’t talk about playing games, just talk about e-sports, and you can also ask them if they know about VR or holographic online games, and they will all develop in that direction in the future.”

"..." Teacher Ye, who didn't answer his previous question, seemed to have nothing to do with him: "...Are you asking me to gossip about social hot spots?"

"Well, I didn't lie." Scratching his chin, Xiao Cun put the fishbone meat into Xing Yi's bowl, and said, "Anyway, Qingcheng doesn't have much talent for reading, even if he goes to the college entrance examination, he will probably have to repeat it. Two or three times, you just think that he spent an extra year or two coming to Shanghai to try it out, and if it doesn’t work, go back and continue reading, it’s estimated that the ending will be the same, and it won’t ruin his life.”

Teacher Ye lowered his eyes and didn't answer much. He just called the waiter and added a few more dishes.

"Actually, that's right. Anyway, Qingcheng also studied half a year earlier than others." But then, Xing Yi looked at them and seemed to want to smooth things over: "Uncle, you don't know, in fact, when he joined the team, he still I have a sense of superiority~ I was born in a first-tier provincial capital in central China, and my parents are so powerful and are teachers in famous schools. They are much better off than our family. At that time, I was very envious of your family. Like me, I have no money to study~”

Xiao Cun and Ye Qingcheng didn't understand why Xing Yi said this suddenly, but after listening to Teacher Ye and whispering "I'm just too used to him", he was aroused doubts: "You—how could... ?”

"Hey, because my parents are not alive," Xing Yi smiled immediately, "I can't help it. Fortunately, I still have some athletic talent, otherwise I would have to beg for food."

Ye Qingcheng bit his chopsticks and came back to his senses, but the distance between the two of them on the dining table made him anxiously call his name, Xiao Cun also instinctively wanted to hold Xing Yi, but Xing Yi was serious about it. Picking up the fish in the bowl, he continued to insist on Mr. Ye's complicated expression: "Uncle Ye, it was his fault that Qingcheng was a little rebellious back then. If my dad was still here, I would definitely not make him angry, really, but In the past few years, Qingcheng has also suffered a lot because of this, most of them can only run back to the team base to tell me, why don't you just forgive him, there is no overnight feud between biological father and son."

Teacher Ye was silent for a while, then finally put down his chopsticks and said, "You are more sensible than him."

"That's for sure," Xing Yi quickly poured half a glass of wine and handed it over, and replied, "I also want to be as ignorant as Qingcheng, but there is no chance."

Teacher Ye watched him for a while, took a few sips of the wine, Xing Yi also drank his own, and called Xiao Cun and Ye Qingcheng to clink glasses together, but in the end, Teacher Ye didn't take a second look at his son , but finished the wine silently in front of the table full of dishes.

Shanghai's spring and summer nights are still a bit cold. When they left the restaurant, they had to stand on the side of the street for a while in order to take a taxi. The night wind blew on their faces. Ye Qingcheng hesitated again and again, before he had time to ask if he wanted me to see you , Teacher Ye said: "I will go back to the hotel by myself."

This made Ye Qingcheng have no choice but to put his pockets in his pocket, continue to stand stiffly in place, waiting for this tormenting time to pass.

However, after a while, his drunkenness still seemed to be gone, but his father's voice suddenly rang in his ears, gently disturbing his not-so-calm thoughts.

"What kind of video game competition is it really worth you to resist me, and come to a big city like Shanghai to take risks at a young age?"

This made Ye Qingcheng stunned—after all, it was the first time he had heard his father ask such a thing, but after a brief blank mind, he still took a deep breath facing the almost invisible moonlight over the city, and then Gathering up his courage, he replied, "Then...Dad, do you still remember who first taught me to be a person with ideals and to go forward bravely for my ideals?"

The traffic was passing by in front of them, but the sound of the whistle gradually faded away, clusters of light shone on Yelaoshr's flickering glasses, making people's silence seem reasonable, and people still couldn't see his expression clearly.

A few minutes later, there was finally an empty car passing by. Xing Yi, who had been looking around for a long time, hurriedly waved, and before sending the elegant middle-aged man away, Xing Yi also made an invitation: "Uncle Ye, how about when you are on summer vacation this year? Come and see our finals? Our venue can seat tens of thousands of spectators, which is quite impressive."

"Competition?" Teacher Ye smiled with a sense of distance, and waved his hand lightly: "No, I still have to make up lessons for the students."

The night sky was a little cloudy, and the starlight was so dazzled by the dazzling lights that they refused to come out. No one knew whether today's meal had changed the middle-aged man's mind even a little bit, but when the car door was closed, Teacher Ye still looked back at himself. The son glanced and seemed to be answering something.

——"I don't remember. See if you have that ability. In the future, help me and many parents in this world who you think are rigid and unreasonable remember."

The wind blew away this faint sentence, Teacher Ye also calmly looked away, and just after Ye Qingcheng opened his mouth and took half a step, the taxi sped away, completely submerged in the endless traffic under the darkness of night among.

"Brother, you are still so cowardly in front of your father." A moment later, Xing Yi bumped into his shoulder, who was in a daze, and sighed: "It seems that your father is completely unreasonable."

Ye Qingcheng clenched his fist slightly, his voice was a bit dull: "Actually...you don't have to be like that...if you knew me, I shouldn't have called you..."

"Come on, if you don't ask me to come, who else can you call to see you ashamed?" Xing Yi shook his head and smiled: "It's okay, I still understand this, and you have to be moved with emotion if you understand it, otherwise you Dad must not continue to scold you?"

But after a pause, Xing Yi continued: "However... Although your father wants face and is stubborn, he doesn't seem to be a good father, but I have a feeling... that is, even if he sells the house, he won't be serious. I gave all the money to your brother as I said, I think your brother is getting better and better, and I feel angry, so I have to give you a wave."

Ye Qingcheng couldn't answer, so Xing Yi turned around and looked at the spacious road in front of him, and asked suddenly: "By the way, does your dad like fried shrimp cakes and sweet and sour wheat pecks?"

Ye Qingcheng was a little confused, so he could only answer truthfully, "I don't like it, especially the sweet and sour ones", but Xing Yi lowered his head and laughed. Ye Qingcheng asked him why, and he replied: "No wonder he added a few dishes that he didn't like. I didn't move, I looked at it, and it seems that you like to eat it."

Both sides of the street are the unique hustle and bustle of this city and the tranquility of the world. Ye Qingcheng stagnated in place for a long time without moving, and Xing Yi was also sullen for a while. You say that again", so Xing Yi patted the back of Xiao Cun's hand, raised his head and smiled and replied, "Then go to the hotel and love me well", then he also patted Ye Qingcheng, wanting to say goodbye: "Okay, Let's go first, after all, Chunxiao is worth a thousand pieces of gold, you can't afford it~"

It's just that before he was about to turn around and leave, Ye Qingcheng came to his senses and almost instinctively grabbed him, and he seemed to be a little out of control when he opened his mouth.

——"...I think a lot of things have changed, should we continue to fight?"

The light from the street lamps gathered on the street and shone in his once clear and firm eyes. Perhaps, it was the first time for him, who had never been convinced, to have the confusion that other players had long ago. But under the colorful lights, Xing Yi still gave him a familiar gentle smile with that ferocious and evil face, and replied: "What has changed? As long as you haven't changed, e-sports won't change."

It seemed like a moment later, as the traffic surged again, the thing clenched in the palm of his hand was separated from Ye Qingcheng's senses again, the wind whizzed by, and the picture became quiet again, and he finally couldn't help closing it in the light of night. At present, the picture of standing on the LPL championship podium with Xing Yi for the first time when they were young seems to be still clear.

At that time, no one wanted to see them win, and they were invincible, but later—the world changed, they also had many supporters, but they could no longer win the championship that everyone hoped for—they even fought at the cruel crossroads. Parting ways, money, the number of fans, and commercial entertainment have made them change from professional players who dared to resist all the old and only know how to train hard every day to e-sports stars who broadcast live broadcasts, received endorsements, and participated in various activities-so some people It is said that e-sports has changed; some people say, no, we have to believe that e-sports has not changed.

Now, parents like his father have finally given him the possibility to recognize his and their ideals, and only Xing Yi will tell him that e-sports "can remain unchanged."

Perhaps the only ones who really play a decisive role are the e-sports players themselves.

In the wind of that night, the vast and deep night quickly covered Ye Qingcheng's back, but although the wind, thunder, rain and snow that once hit the sapling never stopped, it seemed that it was no longer so violent.

The author has something to say: Probably... Mr. Ye is not a good father, but he is not all bad... um (

I was wronged by my colleagues today and couldn’t come back, so I’m really sorry for the late update_(:з)∠)_, I may have to suspend work for a day tomorrow, desperate.jpg