The First Assassin[Esports]

Back at the club, the players were exhausted physically and mentally.

The tight schedule of one game in three or four days is like a boulder weighing on my heart, and I finally squeezed some time for training, training, and training.

After the game, it is necessary to review the game non-stop, start the post-match meeting, and adjust tactics in time.

I can't wait to break 1 minute into 2 minutes.

If it was Zai Huai's "Zai 絋 HEONE" and today's away game against Fenghua, he would have to fly half a day in advance to the city where the opponent's team is located, and then fly back overnight.

The fatigue of rushing back and forth between the two places is attached to the spirit and body, and it is difficult to eliminate.

It's okay to win the game.

Once they lose, the players have to face verbal criticism on the Internet, and the next few days without a game will not be easy, even if they start a live broadcast, they will be scolded.

It was already one or two o'clock in the morning when I came back to finish the review meeting.

Yu Qing and Zhao Zi also came out of the meeting room like eggplants beaten by Shuang, staggeringly.

Just now Coach Zhou Xuan pointed out their mistakes and severely criticized them for ten minutes.

Their honest-looking former captain seldom swears.

Except when replaying.

After scolding Yu Qing and Zhao Ziyi, he turned his head and praised Fu Xunshu's handling at a certain moment, and finally pointed out euphemistically that he could better cut in and deal with it from other aspects next time.

Fu Xunshu accepted it humbly.

Zhou Xuan's attitude towards Yu Feng was a little tougher, but compared to Yu Qing and Yu Qing, this degree of criticism was quite mild.

The review meeting ended, and Luo Tingzhou stayed.

Their captains and coaches also study their opponents for the next game.

Even if the next opponent is the recognized bottom team in the league, Luo Tingzhou's attitude is extremely serious.

Before leaving, Fu Xunshu looked back. The lights in the conference room cast a warm light on the pink-haired youth. The youth turned sideways and seriously discussed tactics with the people around him, without noticing his gaze.

Fu Xunshu remembered what the captain said the night before yesterday.

Luo Tingzhou said that this place is a cage built by other people's dreams, but the captain doesn't know that every time he is immersed in these game events, his eyes are bright.

Just looking at it from a distance makes one's heart throb.

The arc of Fu Xunshu's lips couldn't be suppressed no matter what, it was the manager's questioning that brought him back to his senses.

Wang Heng: "Xiao Fu, I think it's better to make an appointment with a psychological counselor for you. Everyone has pressure after losing a game, and the pressure needs to be vented. Don't hold it in your heart."

Fu Xunshu smiled, and finally rejected Wang Heng's proposal.

Back in the room, Fu Xunshu washed off all the dust and exhaustion, and lay on the bed to brush his phone.

His private messages were about to explode, most of them were insults from Heizi greeting the whole family, but some fans also gave him encouragement and comfort.

Fu Xunshu looked at it expressionlessly, and then cleared the private message.

The phone was thrown aside.

Fu Xunshu stared blankly at the ceiling, and the figure of a young man with pink hair appeared in his mind.

Now that they are so close, they still can't help but miss them from time to time.

Once so.

When the tactics and improvement methods are no longer in his mind, that figure will pop out from a certain corner, occupying his heart as the master.

Fu Xunshu never felt that he was in love, nor that he was more emotional than rational, but when facing Luo Tingzhou, he seemed to be only emotional.

This shift has been around for a long time.

If you want to go back, go back to two years ago.

At that time, he was making a voice call with Luo Tingzhou, and his younger brother Fu Tong happened to overhear him by pushing the door open.

He always speaks softly unconsciously when talking to Master, and he is also very well-behaved.

He had just passed the voice change period, and when he spoke in such a low voice, he sounded very soft, which surprised Fu Tong.

Fu Tong was completely unaware of how impolite it was to push the door open without permission, so he followed the ship model that Fu Xunshu put on the bookshelf, "Brother, I'll play with this. By the way, who did you fight with just now?" Phone? Such a gentle look, girlfriend?"

Fu Xunshu hung up the phone, his face darkened instantly: "Whoever allowed you to take it, put it down."

Fu Tong was actually very afraid of Fu Xunshu, because the eldest brother looked like his father when he changed his face.

But the obvious preference of his parents seems to have given him some kind of hint and the capital to fight against his elder brother.

Fu Tong shivered for a while, and poked his neck back, "Don't you just break the model, do you deserve to be angry with me?"

Suddenly, Fu Tong rolled his eyes and threw the model on the ground, "Forget it, if you don't give it, you won't give it. Who cares, I'll ask Dad to buy it for me."

Fu Tong left.

Fu Xunshu stared at the broken model on the ground, expressionless.

It took him two days to assemble it, and it was originally intended to be a birthday present for his friend Li Bufan.

Fu Tong's actions were undoubtedly jumping back and forth on the verge of making him angry.

Not to mention that after this, Fu Tong revealed the matter of his phone conversation with Luo Tingzhou, and told his parents emphatically: Big brother fell in love, and his tone was so gentle when talking with his girlfriend on the phone.

Half-grown boy, liar by nature, lawless relying on his parents' love.

This is one of the reasons why Fu Xunshu can't get used to his younger brother.

It was also the trigger for him to move out and leave the Fu family.

Knowing that he was on the phone with a strange "female", his parents didn't express their opinions at the time. They just let him "get alone" with the daughter of the Zhou family at Li Bufan's birthday party after that, so as to "cultivate their relationship".

Fifteen or sixteen-year-old boys and girls, cultivating feelings?

Fu Xunshu found it ridiculous.

What's even more ridiculous is that on the way back from the Li family to the Fu family, Fu Xunshu was told that the Fu family and the Zhou family planned to marry.

——In the near future, he will have another fiancée.

The high society is like a glutton, eating away at everything he wants to pursue.

The young man suddenly felt confused.

When he got home, Fu Xunshu threw himself on the bed, took out his mobile phone, found the chat window with Master, and dialed the number with frowning brows.

After dialing out, I found out that it was late at night.

Afraid of disturbing the master's sleep, Fu Xunshu planned to hang up.

This late-night call was picked up two seconds later.

Fu Xunshu put his finger on the red sign, but he didn't press it down.

"Hello? What's the matter?" The voice of the person on the other end of the phone was low and hoarse, and his breathing was slightly rapid, as if he had just taken a bath. The moist, damp voice pierced into the boy's ears through the receiver, miraculously eliminating the feeling in his heart. confused.

"Hey?"

"apprentice?"

"Is there something? Why don't you speak?"

"..."

The other party opened the window.

Fu Xunshu heard the wind.

Fu Xunshu has actually adjusted, but he still wants to listen to the person on the other end of the phone worrying about him.

He remained silent for a long time, and the other party seemed to have expected something, and a laughing voice came: "Don't talk on purpose? Are you kidding me?"

Even though the other party couldn't see, Fu Xunshu still felt embarrassed: "I didn't mean to..."

"Little friend, what happened?" The other party interrupted, "In the middle of the night, it was either a nuisance call or a call for help. Tell me, what can Master help you?"

The young man curled up, grabbed the quilt, his eyes were already red, and he said stiffly, "It's a harassing phone call."

A very light laugh came from the opposite side: "Okay, then I'll hang up."

"Well, hang up, master."

There is no hanging on the opposite side.

Fu Xunshu listened to the sound of shallow breathing on the other end of the phone, feeling drowsy, and gradually fell asleep.

When his consciousness fell into the deep sea, he heard a word from the other side.

Seems to be--

"Good night".

……

When Zhui Tian woke up, Fu Xunshu found that the phone had automatically shut down because it was out of power.

Could it be an illusion that the soft words I heard last night when I was about to fall asleep?

Unable to verify.

When Fu Xunshu woke up after a nap, he had already thought about what he was going to do.

He wants to leave the Fu family.

His ideals and persistence may not be worth mentioning in the eyes of his parents, but Fu Xunshu doesn't want to look back on his past life with the same kind of lofty eyes as his parents in ten or twenty years later.

It was as if he was going to kill his younger self eventually.

He and his father talked for two hours in the study.

The lost boy who was on the phone with Master last night was taken out of him.

Facing his father, who was a mountain of trash in his life, Fu Xunshu was neither humble nor overbearing, with a calm expression.

His father asked him if he really thought about it.

Fu Xunshu replied without hesitation: Yes.

Father didn't speak any more, and waved him away.

When he left Fu's house, Fu Tong was full of disbelief.

Fu Xunshu thought for a while, and gave his younger brother some advice: "Your parents dote on you too much because they know that mud can't support a wall, but the Fu family in the future can't count on a mass of mud."

Regardless of Fu Tong's sharp questioning, Fu Xunshu turned and walked away.

Fu Xunshu once thought that his parents loved Fu Tong more than himself, and felt sad for a while because of this.

But later I realized that the parents' "love" for Fu Tong was just a compensation for giving up on Fu Tong's cultivation.

Their parents, in fact, do not love anyone.

……

Fu Xunshu found a place to live on the day he left Fu's house. He spent a whole day moving, and then played games at night. As soon as he went online, he saw his master squatting beside him bored.

"Master."

he called.

The sea monster raised its head, it was clearly a pile of data, but Fu Xunshu saw concern in those eyes.

"I've been waiting for you for a day, did you go to do your summer homework?"

Fu Xunshu said obediently: "I'll finish it after the holiday."

"Excellent. Let's go, I'll take you in a double row today."

……

The tide of memory made snow-white waves, and Fu Xunshu came back to his senses.

That memory has actually begun to fade, but he still remembers every word Luo Tingzhou said to him.

The other party's late-night whispers seemed to wrap around his ears and his heart.A few minutes later, Fu Xun showed surprise, bewilderment, and a slightly unspeakable conflicted expression on his face.

He raised his body and glanced three inches below the navel.

Terrible.

Just remembering the captain's voice, and...

Fu Xunshu spent 2 minutes fighting against his body's instincts.

Never fought.

He fished the phone aside and pulled out the encrypted photo album.

Some of the pictures here are downloaded by him from the Internet, and some are from the past few days.

The latest one is Luo Tingzhou's hand.

The fingers of those hands are slender, the skin is snow-white, and the nails are covered with beautiful powder.

When clapping these hands, Luo Tingzhou was sleeping soundly, lying on his side, with his hands resting beside the pillow.

In the dim interior, there is only that little color, which is dazzlingly white.

Fu Xunshu imagined the feeling of holding these hands, his right hand slowly penetrated into the thin quilt, and a little redness slowly overflowed from the corners of his eyes.

A low muffled hum resounded in the room, and a little moisture diffused.

When the knock on the door came, Fu Xunshu was so depressed because he couldn't find the point and couldn't release it. He thought about pretending to be asleep and forgetting to open the door.

until--

"Open the door, it's me."

What does it mean to send a pillow when you are sleepy?

Captain this is it.

The author has something to say: When the captain comes, don't leave.

Fu Xunshu said so.