The King is Difficult [E-sports]

13.

Halfway through the summer split, the IS and HZ teams in the LPL standings are already number one in the AB group. Some people say that no matter how the environment changes, their monologue gods are still condescending. However, some people say that there are also differences in the schedule. Influence, Dynasty and SE are in second place, and all changes are still unknown.

However, Ou Yue, the boss of the IS team, seems to be busy doing evil things. He also said that he has found out about Qin Sanye's business, and plans to see if his family connections can suppress him, so that it will be more convenient to buy Chilang away when the time comes. A savior.

Only Xing Yi and Ji Chaoran knew about this, but Ji Chaoran just laughed: "My kid, you just graduated from university and started to take the business war route?"Be reasonable and read less messy novels.

Xing Yi also patted Ji Chaoran on the shoulder, and said: Forget it, let the children play by themselves, don't interfere with his domineering president's line.

Ou Yue was filled with righteous indignation at this, saying that he had already planned all the future. In two years, Xing Yi could be the head coach, and Brother Shi could also be an assistant coach or analyst. It’s okay to put on a face to act in an e-sports online drama or guest star in a movie. I have a friend who is the son of the chairman of the largest theater chain in China. It’s a matter of saying hello.However, it would be even better if he could act in dramas from Danmei culture.

Xing Yi thought he was innocent at first, but he was stupefied when he heard this, and he quickly pointed to himself and asked why Xiaochun and I were not acting, but Ou Yue honestly replied, "I thought about it...but the master looks too aggressive. ", so taking advantage of Xing Yi's internal injuries, Ji Chaoran hooked his shoulders in a timely manner—"Yes, I am still pure and gentle, and I look more suitable for Xiaochun."

After a long time, Xing Yi remembered to ask, "What about my grandson?" Ou Yue also suddenly realized: Forgot!Oh, don't care about him, don't care about him!He will continue to follow the route of live broadcasting and making millions a month.

Regarding Ouyue's complicated and long-term plans that would last many years in the future, Xing Yi really didn't know whether he was serious or just kidding, so he could only wave his hands and say yes.

But the Scarlet Wolves team over there is still not harmonious, and with the low points in the spring competition, it may be difficult to participate in the global finals this year. With the overlapping of wins and losses, Ye Qingcheng will inevitably become the target of public criticism. Xing Yi was worried, and He was afraid that Xiao Cun would be jealous, so he stuck with Xiao Cun for a while before he dared to say that he wanted to ask Ye Qingcheng to come out for a meal alone, but Xiao Cun seemed to be very calm, and just said: Go, drink less.

Xing Yi is very obedient, and he even expresses deep gratitude to Xiao Cun for his gentleness and understanding, but even though Xing Yi insists on eating, exercising, keeping healthy and reducing smoking every day, his weight is still close to 110, and he will not grow much after that, which makes him a little He gave up on himself, but Xiao Cun always looked at him with a smile in his eyes and said, it's okay, one day I will make you fat.

In the past, Xing Yi would have teased him with a smile and said, "It's okay, I will gain weight when I was pregnant." "Yeah, it's all my fault that you never fed me." I found that I seemed embarrassed to speak instead.

Maybe... maybe this is the opposite of extremes?So just as Xing Yi frowned, Xiao Cun hugged him - this made him feel his whole body swaying. When he looked down at Xiao Cun, he realized that the other party laughed more than before.

After a while, the other party suddenly said "Xing Yi, I like you so much" in his ear and forcibly made his ears red, and then he put him down as if satisfied.

14.

That summer Xiao Zhenhai came to watch their game live. According to Xiao Zhenhai's own words, the middle-aged uncle who still has charm mixed with young people has no pressure at all, but Xiao Cun always disliked him and said: Dad, how much more do you want to play? Genius to go back ah.

Xiao Zhenhai deliberately teased him, and replied seriously: Actually, I came here to chat with you. Although I know that you two don't plan to make it public, there is still a ceremony at home. When I come back this year during the Spring Festival, right?

Xiao Cun was taken aback, and Ben said, "It's too early to discuss this now", but after a while, he pulled Xing Yi at the dinner table and asked, "I want to change to a round red bed, what do you think?" Xing Yi didn't understand , I had to ask him if he planned to open a love hotel on a whim, but after learning that Xiao Zhenhai was teasing his son, Xing Yi began to feel that this father was as unreliable as the content posted by the other party’s circle of friends. But he still looked like the old rascal, and said: Xiao Yi, you should probably call me dad instead.

Xing Yi was stunned for a moment, and quickly avoided and hid behind Xiao Cun, but this guy really got anxious with Xiao Zhenhai immediately, saying: Dad, don't talk nonsense, Xing Yi will change his own words when he wants to.

In the end, Xiao Cun pulled him and said, "My dad talks a lot of nonsense, don't be unhappy." Xing Yi didn't understand Xiao Cun's meaning at first, and asked why I was unhappy. I almost dragged you to kneel just now. Tea was served, but after a few seconds, he realized that Xiao Cun probably still remembered the events of the last Spring Festival, and was afraid that Xiao Zhenhai's few words would once again lift up the scars about Xing Qianyang in his heart.

But Xing Yi didn't tell Xiao Cun that on a certain afternoon when Father's Day was being promoted everywhere, he had repeatedly thought about the last time he dreamed of Xing Qianyang, and then dialed a number in the address book that he hadn't contacted for several years.

On the other end of the phone was a former colleague of Xing Yi's parents.I remember that during my father's funeral, the other party helped me with everything before and after. Afterwards, the other party would often call to care about Xing Yi's current situation, but since Xing Yi made money independently, they had less contact. Fortunately, Xing Yi Parents don’t change their private numbers easily—so when that not-so-familiar but impressive voice rang through the receiver again, Xing Yi unconsciously clenched the phone tightly, and then in the warm afternoon light, I asked a question that I have been wanting to ask for many years.

——Did the father accidentally fall into the water, or did he commit suicide by drowning himself?

What Xing Yi wanted was not word of mouth gossip, but an accurate answer written in the death certificate by the forensic doctor.But before he accidentally slipped and fell into the water after being silent for more than ten seconds, Xing Yi had already let out a sigh of relief and was ready for the next thank you.

After so many years, he finally got the final answer as if he had completed a ceremony.

Or he actually knew the answer all the time, but never dared to ask—as if he wanted to leave himself one last reason to deceive himself.

Now that he knows for sure that his father died of suicide, the moment he put down his phone, it seems like he let go of all the knots in his heart.

"The red, round bed—"

The sun's light was jumping golden, which seemed to be the harbinger of the scorching heat coming in this southern city. Later, Xing Yi and Xiao Zhenhai secretly made a plan to surprise Xiao Cun when the time came.Xiao Zhenhai was not serious, he said, that's great, my son can also have the yellow humor of "round bed", and thought he would hold the game forever.

"...It doesn't seem humorous, uncle." Although Xing Yi didn't understand the middle-aged man's thoughts, he still replied in his heart: Your son knows too much.

The two briefly planned the ceremony, and Xing Yi took Xiao Zhenhai to see the "Xiaobai" raised by their team. The other party really asked why the milk-brown rabbit was called Xiaobai. It only had the chin of a ferocious rabbit, and then suppressed the feeling of being happy when Xiaobai's name was mentioned, and replied that it was probably because the name of his game was called Monologue, but Xiao Zhenhai was smoking a cigarette and pretending to be in thought, saying, this name Not very good, let me tell you, son-in-law, it’s better to be called Daxi, Kangshun or something like that, it’s more auspicious.

"... How many fans will you lose, uncle." Xing Yi could only smirk and didn't refute much, but the other party turned his head and said suddenly: "... Son-in-law, are you a little fatter than when we met last time? "

The sun shines on the gentle smile of the middle-aged man, and there are faint traces of the unruly and unruly back then between the brows and eyes of the other party. It is exactly the appearance of a prodigal son when he is old, but the gaze in his eyes is very much like a father's mouth. The book said to let the child go out and venture out by himself while he was young, but in his heart he cared about the heaviness and tenderness he would have when his son was far away.

Even though Xiao Zhenhai went out to socialize a lot during the last Spring Festival, and the two of them actually spent a very short time together, he still seems to remember how thin Xing Yi was who was full of troubles at that time, so Xing Yi couldn't help being in that light. After pausing for a long time, he replied: ... a little bit.

"That's okay, eat more." Soon, Xiao Zhenhai patted him: "Why don't you post more Moments, otherwise I don't know what you are doing all day long."

"..." Xing Yi came back to his senses, a little embarrassed: "It's just training...eating and sleeping. Every week is the same as this afternoon, with a few hours of complete rest time, nothing to do."

"You can take photos of training and meals and send them to Moments. Don't you young people like to take photos of food?" Xiao Zhenhai said, "But you don't need to take photos when you sleep."

As he said that, Xiao Zhenhai began to say, "When did you ask Xiao Cun to add me as a friend? He refused to add me and said I disturbed him every day", which made Xing Yi stunned, thinking that Xiao Cun didn't use WeChat, Before going to Master Xiao Cunxing to question him, Xing Yi had already guessed naturally that the other party really didn't have an account and was just teasing his father.

This made him want to laugh but he could only hold back, so he dragged Xiao Zhenhai to discuss what kind of rabbit nest to buy then.

15.

But in fact, there are many things that Xing Yi doesn't know.

For example, Xiao Cun, who is usually not very eloquent, once wrote many love letters to him.

There were some that started with "Hello, how's the weather over there today", and some that started with "Guess who I am", each one was considered not good enough by Xiao Cun, and was ruthlessly replaced by the next one.

But this is probably the ultimate romance that Xiao Cun can imagine, and it is also a secret that he secretly hides before writing to perfection.

He said, [Xing Yi, welcome to see the letter. ]

[I am Xiao Cun, my game ID is Ashes, a person who has been in love with you since I was 16 years old.

Although now we are so familiar that I often fuck you, but before I met you, I always thought that as long as I have games, I am enough.

Until we are together, it will be easy for me to think about the future and the whole life.

I'm too lazy to think about it, and I don't dare to think about it, but because of you, I probably think about it a few times a month... and I feel very happy. ]

[I don't know why, but I think we will have a lifetime.

Maybe it was in the past, my mother and I couldn’t grab the remote control, she wouldn’t let me watch the NBA, and insisted on dragging me to accompany her, so I watched a lot of love stories together.

Some of them are separated by a long, far coastline, some have an age difference of ten or twenty to tens of years, some are the same gender as us, some are because the nurse wrongly hugged them many years ago, it seems that they are biological siblings or something, some are because There are differences in races and beliefs, so they are despised by those closest to them, and some people are still alive, while those they like are already dead.But no matter how long the days are, no matter how uncomfortable this sincerity is (my mother often cries), it seems... nothing can stop them from being together, whether they can be together or not, they are still very firm.

So the more I read these stories, the more grateful I am that you are right next to me, within reach, about the same age, gender, and we don’t feel that there is anything inappropriate, we have the same race and belief, the same TV The identity of the contestants - is it good?

That's why, what I have always wanted to tell you but didn't tell you is that if others can preserve their sincerity across status, age, distance, gender, blood relationship, belief and even life and death, then we will be together forever. ]

——Those love letters lined with the boy's slender handwriting, in the middle of the layers of paper, he also said, "At first I was always worried, afraid that you didn't like me enough, and I was afraid that I didn't like you enough.

It wasn't until one day that I realized that you seemed to have the same idea, that I couldn't help but feel relieved.

Actually... I didn't tell you, it seems that since then I seldom get jealous, and I seem to have turned bad.

Here's how I summed it up:

1. Occasionally, when I look at you, I start to worry about how I will be jealous for no reason. I will be very happy in my heart, but I still pretend not to smile on the surface. I will comfort you when you come and hug me.

2. When you want to express your love to me in various ways, I actually always feel that you are stupid, but every time I want to say it, I don’t say it.However, it shouldn't be to take care of your face...

3. At the beginning, I planned to be nice and gentle to you all my life, but then I found out that I can’t bear to bully you occasionally...it’s the kind on the bed...I like you crying and hugging Live with me, like you begging me to want, also like you begging me not to.

4....These are probably what I think of now.

I don't know if you will be angry if you read it, but I will definitely try my best to force myself to tell you all this as soon as possible.

I still remember that in the past, I was always full of possessive desires for you. The red dust of seventeen or eighteen years old, the monologue master in his twenties, and Xing Yi's whole person are all mine.But then I found that this feeling seemed to disappear.

Those you like and protect, I want to like and protect with you, and I even want to work harder than you.

Probably... You are a senior who is liked and admired by Ou Yue, Fang Er Chi Yang, and others, or a good brother of Ji Chaoran, Ye Qingcheng, Jiang Hanshuo, and a Monologue player with many fans. They call you Xing Dui, Baishen, Master, etc. Wait, after going through a lot of changes, you still belong to many people, but...maybe only I know, you will still turn around and throw yourself into my arms with a smirk]

Moreover, at the end of all the love letters, Xiao Cun thought about it and added the format that the Chinese teacher mentioned that letters must have.

[Sincerely, salute. ]

There should be no format errors.Xiao Cun was a little worried about whether these messy letters could make Xing Yi happy, but when the other party happily pushed open the door with an unlit cigarette in his mouth, he hurriedly hid them, thinking, no, no, write well. It's not good enough, I'll retouch it next time.

"What are you doing, Xiaocun~" Xing Yi walked in, looking like the poor cigarette filter was about to be bitten flat, but he took it off immediately, looking a little excited: "Do you know what I'm planning~ How about a surprise for you then?"

Seeing Xing Yi like this, he couldn't hide his words. The wind swelled the curtains, and the light of the setting sun swayed into his amber eyes, making it look like the clearest gemstone—so Xiao Cun also couldn't help being taken aback for a moment, then gradually laughed, then gently grabbed his hand, and pulled him to his side.

—— "Well, come here, let's talk slowly."

You are the world of mortals that I will never forget, the monologue that I will remember in my heart.

Because I know, I have already monopolized you long ago.

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The author has something to say: Damn it’s really difficult to express Xiaocun’s writing style for that fifty-cent elementary school student. The content of the love letter has been changed and changed, so it’s a bit late OTLLL so~!The full text is finally over~ In the past six months, I really feel that I have done a big thing—event 030, and I have a sense of accomplishment~ (no)

I never thought that I would actually finish writing these, so I am really very grateful to every little angel who has been with me all the time. I am willing to read something OTL written by me as a newcomer. It is great to have these fates. Really QwO Then add a sentence... New article advance receipt clicks into the column, pass by and ask for an advance receipt, I will make an appointment in September~ Mouth stupid, 180° bow! !

Love you all -3-! !

ps. And... there is a question that has been... lingering in my mind... that is... the title of my book is not real... the achievement is terrible...?I feel that I really don't have the talent to pick a literary name (