Support you lost your horse [E-sports]

Throughout the whole night, Jing Yan rambled on, no matter how big or small, or when, he could say whatever he could think of, including his own confusion about this road, and his wish to walk on together now.

Chu Junhang didn't wake up, but his physical indicators were still stable. After the doctor's reexamination the next morning, he was transferred to the general ward.

The blizzard came and went quickly. As soon as the checkpoint opened, Chu Junsheng rushed up with Song Yuan non-stop.When people from the ski center and research institute heard that they were coming, they sent people out to greet them one after another.

"You go." Song Yuan nodded to his lover, "I'm also a patron in name."

"Feel sorry."

Chu Junsheng ordered the accompanying people to take good care of Song Yuan, and then hurried to the emergency center.He came at the wrong time. His younger brother Chu Junhang woke up more than ten minutes ago, added some water and sugar, and fell asleep again.

Standing outside the ward, he saw through the glass window two seamlessly clasped hands inside, fists tight and loose, and finally suppressed the anger in his heart, raised his hand and knocked on the door.

"Who?"

Jing Yan asked, but his eyes did not leave the person on the hospital bed for a second.

"Open the door." Chu Junsheng said in a low voice.

Now, the people in the room finally gave up and gave the door a look.He gently rubbed the back of Chu Junhang's hand with his thumb, pulled the quilt, and said, "The door is not locked."

Chu Junsheng pushed the door and walked in, closed the door with his backhand and locked it.

"There is no monitoring in Xiaohang's ward." He suddenly said such a nonsensical remark.

Jing Yan smiled, brushed the dull green hair on Chu Junhang's forehead with his hand, and said, "So you chose to do it here?"

"But even if there is surveillance and it is captured, what can other people do to you?"

Chu Junsheng's intimidation failed, and he punched cotton, feeling even more unhappy.He went to sit on the sofa in the corner of the room, remained silent, and exerted invisible pressure.

"It's indeed my fault this time." Jing Yan said.

"Feelings are invisible and intangible, but they control your life all the time, make you make many strange decisions, and make you no longer calm."

"I want to give him the best, and let him fly freely; I also want to blindfold him so that he can't see anything, and I can only be a house bird with broken wings in a birdcage."

Jing Yan seems to be the leader of this relationship, but he is not as comfortable as he appears on the surface.Chu Junhang is still young, and he still has a lot of time to see a wider world and more people.

The appearance of Anker made him no longer calm.

How can this little radish stay in his life forever?Just keep it mysterious and leave suspense——Jing Yan has compiled a big net of "lies", hoping that Chu Junhang will stay in the net willingly because of "love".

Hearing these words, Chu Junsheng frowned, and then said in a disdainful tone: "Xiaohang has never been a bird."

"That's right." Jing Yan sighed, "I am too naive to try to use bird cages to keep beasts in place."

"You don't have to pretend to be a lover in front of me." Chu Junsheng said impatiently, "I just want to ask you, what is your choice?" He should have thought that the relationship between these two people has already surpassed the friendship between teammates category.

Jing Yan's hand flicking his bangs paused.

"He is as important in my life as my ideals."

"Then we don't need to talk any further." Chu Junsheng stood up and rang the call bell.

He looked at Jing Yan condescendingly, and said word by word: "Xiaohang will always be unique. It is also important? Don't wish to have this kind of dream of having both fish and bear's paw."

The doctors and nurses who were on standby soon came to the ward. According to Chu Junsheng's instructions, after checking all the indicators, they issued a transfer form.

Jing Yan watched the backs of the busy crowd and sat in the same place.Unexpectedly, he thought inappropriately: These two brothers are really a family, and they like to talk about words and phrases when mocking people.

He looked down at his still warm palm, his voice was soft but firm: "I said, I won't let you go again."

-

The vacation ended early, everyone packed up their things, left Zhongbai Mountain, and returned to the FLC base in the capital.The atmosphere was somewhat dull, and no one dared to touch Jing Yan's mold.

Peng Yuanzi looked left and looked again, resignedly walked to the captain who was about to go upstairs, and asked, "Brother Yan, are you going to play a training match next?"

To play a training match, all five players must be present.

Jing Yan looked at his watch, turned around and said to everyone: "The vacation is over, what should I do? I'll go find Idowa later and ask him to make a training plan for you."

"As for the training match, don't worry, we still have time, the first thing is to analyze the style and play of LPL."

"clear."

Back in the familiar room, Jing Yan forced himself to tear his eyes away from another empty bed, grabbed a piece of clothing and walked into the bathroom—everywhere there were pairs, towels, cups, toothbrushes, only shower gel And shampoo is the only one.

After taking a shower and changing clothes, Jing Yan returned to the lobby on the first floor, and turned on the computer to rank by himself.The only two names in the friend column are gray, and he accidentally opened the dialog box with "Wood", and after a while, he typed: how are you doing recently?

"Huh? Is the Flame God online?" Yueming, who was broadcasting live, caught the news in time through the audience in the live broadcast room, quickly ended his replay, and went to OB instead.

[The Flame God hasn't been on the tuba for a long time, why is it so sudden today? 】

[I got carried away when I just entered the LPL, just wait and see. 】

Yueming banned the user who sent this barrage in a bad tone, and directly retorted: "It is at least a month before the spring game... no, let's just talk about the German Cup. Playing a tuba is also playing, playing a training game It's also a beating, how come it becomes 'smug' in your mouth?"

"Do you know Flame's rank strength? Do you know Flame's training schedule?"

A large part of Yueming's fans are also Flame fans. Hearing Yueming's maintenance of Flame, they sent "relieving anger" and "good job" on the barrage.

"Hey, we are also the law/government/society/society, we pay attention to fairness and justice, we can't just talk about it and deprive others of their right to speak." As he spoke, Yueming released the banned user just now from the small dark room .

The e-sports troll had accumulated a lot of anger, and was about to fight Yueming for [-] rounds. After finally finishing a long list of swear words, when he wanted to send them, he found that he was banned again, and it was permanently banned.

Yueming raised his eyebrows and said sarcastically, "Are you angry?"

[Hahahahahaha, there is your moon! 】

[As expected of my favorite LPL commentator, really temperamental! 】

"This is my live broadcast room, my site, I am 'fair and just', you have no right to speak."

Chatting and chatting, Jing Yan's first game has already started.This prevented him from bumping into acquaintances or other professional players, and the selection of each position was quite satisfactory, and soon his team established a huge advantage.

[It's terrible, it's the first time I've seen someone who can play the game of kings like a game of abuse. 】

[These teammates are all top scorers, TP bot lane 3V5 brawl in 5 minutes, tsk tsk tsk. 】

【Father come! 】

After Jing Yan hit him a few times, he felt more and more boring.At the same time, the other team members also packed their things and came to the downstairs hall.Unwillingly, he opened the chat box with "Wood" and read it several times before logging out of the account.

"It's all here."

"Well, uh, except for the wounded." Vice-captain Prince replied.

Jing Yan nodded, and asked again: "Where is Idowa?"

"Is he not with you?"

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, expressing that they did not know the whereabouts of the head coach.Jing Yan rubbed the space between his eyebrows and said, "You guys do regular training first, and I'll call him."

-

In the suburban cemetery, a man in a fiery red suit and holding a blue enchantress caused commotion.

"Who is it? Dressed like this to worship?"

"Young people follow fashion and trends, really, they don't have any respect at all."

Other people who came to visit the grave or worship were whispering and pointing at that person.But that person acted as if he hadn't heard it. He straightened his back and walked up to a tombstone with a serious expression.

Facing the photo on the tombstone, he showed a bright smile, bent down and placed the blue enchantress in front of the tomb.

This man in the red suit is actually Idowa! !

"I'm here to see you again."

"I didn't break my promise this time, and brought your favorite blue enchantress."

"But the enchantress' champion skin... I'm sorry, I might still disappoint you, Wen Wan."

A few days ago was "Wen Wan"'s death day, Idowa came, but the flower shop happened to have no fresh blue enchantress at that time, so he had to move the two most beautiful pots of orchids at home, and planted them in two open spaces in front of the grave.

After waiting for about 4 days, the florist finally prepared the fresh blue enchantress, so Idowa will appear in the cemetery today.

"Didi dingdong, Didi dingdong." The ringtone was even more abrupt in the silent cemetery, and many people quietly vented their dissatisfaction with Idowa.

Idowa took out his mobile phone to answer the call: "Hello?"

"You're not at the base?"

"Yes, there is something."

"Where are you now, is it convenient for you to come back?" Jing Yan didn't notice anything wrong with Idowa's tone.

Holding the mobile phone, Idowa stood silently in front of the tombstone for a while, and replied, "I'm in the suburbs, and I'm going back to the base now."

"it is good."

After hanging up the phone, Idowa knelt down slowly, gently touching the colorful photos on the tombstone with his hands.

"You let me look forward, but how can I be willing to abandon the memory of you."

The woman in the photo is smiling, just like her name, gentle and generous, embracing the man in front of her with endless love and tenderness.

"This year, I will take you to the championship podium."

Idowa kissed the ring on the ring finger of his right hand and walked out of the cemetery with his head held high.

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