Support you lost your horse [E-sports]

"Let's vote." Idowa was the first to raise his hand, "I support maintaining the original lineup."

"Original lineup."

"The top laner prince and jungler Qu Ziwei."

After this battle, the two substitutes also understood their own shortcomings and the gap with the starters, and they had no objection to the voting results.

"Don't be discouraged, we still have a chance." Wei Chengming said to Qiqi.

"Ah."

The turmoil of the substitution came to an end, but the conflict between the prince and Qu Ziwei has not yet been resolved.

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Dangdang.

"Who?"

In fact, you don't need to ask, you can guess who the person standing outside his door is.But he didn't want to open the door, and he didn't want to see Qu Ziwei during non-work and non-training hours.

At that time, it was requested to divide into two rooms, which was really a mistake.The prince flipped through the news absently while holding his mobile phone, thinking about it bitterly.

"It's me." Qu Ziwei approached the door, with his right hand flattened against it, "Let's talk."

"There's nothing to talk about." The prince became more and more irritable, and simply threw away the phone, saying impatiently.

Approaching him with an impure purpose, using lies to cover up the peace, and watching him busy for a non-existent "woman", it's fun.

Qu Ziwei closed his eyes and said, "It's about the competition."

If it weren't for the prince today, he would have been kicked out of the starting list by the coach.It was such a move that sparked a little hope in Qu Ziwei's heart.Perhaps, he still has a chance.

"You don't have to worry." The prince covered his ears like an ostrich, grabbed the earphones on the bed and put them on his head, turned up the volume to the maximum to isolate all outside sounds.

He shouted as loudly as possible: "I was wrong before, I was impulsive. Even if there were conflicts between us, I shouldn't bring these emotions into the game."

No matter how much there is hatred in the audience, as long as you stand on the field, it is a team, and you must abandon distractions and cooperate with all your strength.

"Don't worry, I won't embarrass you in the next game, just play well."

The sound of the music leaked out of the earphones, shaking his eardrums sorely.Because the volume was turned on to the maximum, the prince did not hear the discordant sound mixed in the music.

The dark room was suddenly illuminated by the lights in the corridor, the prince stood up abruptly, and looked at Qu Ziwei who pushed open the door of his room in surprise.

Obviously men's clothing is also very handsome, why do you have to pretend to be a woman?This sentence was the first thing that popped into his mind.

"Please go out." The prince lowered his eyebrows and said in a low voice.

Like a cat in battle with its hair blown out, with a threatening purr in its throat.

"this is my room."

How did he open the door?I remember I locked the door?Could it be that he secretly assigned the key a long time ago?The more the prince thought about it, the more creepy he felt, he couldn't help taking a step back, leaning against the table, and touched a small knife on the table with his hand.

Qu Ziwei's eyes were red, obviously suppressing something.Instead of doing what the prince said, he walked slowly into the room and locked the door behind his back.

"let's talk."

"Get out." The prince was already afraid.

He comes from a wealthy family. He started playing games at the age of 17, and has been living in the base of CES since then. Although he occasionally has a little conflict with other people, it is not a big deal.Such an environment makes his personality relatively simple and straightforward.

In the 22 years of his life, he met someone like Qu Ziwei for the first time—no, it should be said that he was a pervert, a lunatic.

Qu Ziwei had good eyesight, and the prince himself didn't hide his movements even in the panic, so he quickly spotted the hand that was holding the knife.

After all, a fruit knife is still a knife, in case it really scratches the prince's hand...

Qu Ziwei gritted his teeth, and turned his gaze back to the prince's slightly disgusted and frightened face.

This may be his only chance, he has a hunch, as long as he retreats here, he and the prince will never talk again.

Thinking of this, Qu Ziwei has made up his mind.He turned his eyes slightly, secretly observed the layout of the room, and quickly planned a route to reach the prince the fastest.

"you!"

Before the prince could react, he was restrained by Qu Ziwei, who was approaching instantly. The knife under his right hand was also thrown to the ground, and Qu Ziwei kicked him far away.

Fear can always burst out human potential. Even though the prince was trembling with fear, he still tried his best to grab Qu Ziwei's hand covering his mouth, shouted loudly, and kicked his feet forward vigorously.

"Come on! Do you think I'm really scared!"

"Hit!"

Qu Ziwei endured a few rounds in silence, without any intention of resisting, but the hand that was holding the prince tightly did not let go.

Finally, after the prince calmed down a bit, he said in a hoarse voice: "Be careful."

"Talk, shall we?"

Qu Ziwei's voice, which has been removed from the disguise, is different from ordinary young people in their 20s. It is clear and bright, male and female, and it sounds like spring water dripping from a mountain stream, knocking on people's hearts.

These two words, such a voice, made the prince seem to return to that night a few days ago.

"Okay, let me talk, let me go."

"You can run." Qu Ziwei said straightforwardly.

"Anyone who doesn't run is a fool."

"Then I can't let you go."

Qu Ziwei thinks that he is a little different from ordinary people.The extraordinary IQ and EQ displayed since he was a child made him a "genius".But the world is fair, there can only be one door or one window in a room.

Qu Ziwei had the door of wisdom, but lost the window of emotion.

When he realized that he was different from others, he began to imitate the way others treat others, disguising himself as a perfect "ordinary person".Gradually, he began to hate the life of pretending, and his temperament changed overnight. He ran out of the house and used his ability to earn the first pot of gold.

Outsiders accused him of being unfilial, leaving his parents behind.He doesn't understand what "filial piety" is, so he can only look it up online, and finally decides on a monthly remittance/remittance method to complete the task of "filial piety".

Later, when he was confused, he accidentally bought a ticket for an e-sports competition.The moment he walked into the stadium, he felt something in his body was about to break out of the ground.

"Flame won the double kill again! Is it really going to come back!!!"

"The player K1ng is really, really strong..."

"It's so scary."

"A desperate situation creates a miracle, this is K1ng! Let us congratulate the CES team for successfully defeating their opponents in today's game!"

"Hey boy, it's over."

"Young man? It's over!"

"Strange."

Qu Ziwei sat until the end of the show. Apart from him, there was only the cleaning aunt in the hall.In the end he was asked out by the staff.

In a game, he couldn't read the map, didn't know the heroes, let alone the players, but he remembered a name deeply - K1ng, the prince.

He returned to his residence, sorted out information about League of Legends and e-sports, installed a computer with super high configuration the next day, and replaced the network cable by the way.In the beginning, Qu Ziwei played the bottom lane, but the ADC has to take on the role of carry in the team, and cannot roam around at will, and needs to cooperate with the support.

After that, he tried the mid lane mage again.The mid laner can roam, but it is limited to specific heroes, such as the card Ryze. Most of the time, the mid laner still has to stay on the line.

The assistant can't control the situation all the time, he doesn't like the feeling of pinning all his hopes on others.

5 positions, only jungler left.The jungler must roam the entire map, can support three lines, and has the most interaction with the top lane.

League of Legends is a game that is difficult to learn, and it is even more difficult to play well.It took Qu Ziwei a whole month to figure out the various rules in the game, such as vision, hero counter relationship, all equipment attributes and prices.

Strictly speaking, Qu Ziwei is definitely not a "talented" player, but he must be diligent, and even a little paranoid.To train his reflexes, he plays games with his non-dominant left hand.Over time, his left and right hands have almost reached the same level of operation.

When CES announced that the prince was leaving the team, he knew that his chance had come.

The contacts accumulated over the years made it easy for him to inquire about some news.All "encounters" are carefully designed by him, and every step is carried out according to the plan: getting to know the prince through the game, chatting, showing ability, and agreeing to trial training.

"Why do you have to dress up as a woman?" the prince asked calmly after hearing Qu Ziwei's confession.

why?

Qu Ziwei was stunned for a moment, and replied: "In order to get close to you, I want to be with you."

"So, why dress like a woman?"

The prince has never disclosed his sexuality to the public. After so many years of professional career, let alone his girlfriend, he doesn't even have a "scandalous/rumoured girlfriend".

If it's just to get close to him, wouldn't it be faster to use men's clothes?Start with friends, then teammates, then leave it to fate.

"I..." Qu Ziwei couldn't answer.

He has acted all his life, but subconsciously felt that the prince would accept women instead of men.Thinking of this, he suddenly let go of the prince, took several steps back, and retreated to a safe distance.

"Sorry, I can't answer."

"Does playing a woman make you happy?" the prince continued to ask, relieved.

"Happy." Qu Ziwei looked into his eyes and said solemnly, "It's very happy to be with you."

"What if there is no me?"

"Anything is fine."

The prince took a deep breath, then exhaled heavily.

"I can't trust you, at least not now."

The story of the wolf is coming can only be told three times. Once the trust collapses, it needs a thousand times more effort than before to build it up again.

"I know, I'm sorry." Qu Ziwei said, "I won't lie to you again, I will try my best to be myself in front of you."

"Well, let's do this first."

The prince came over pretending to be magnanimous, patted Qu Ziwei on the shoulder, and smiled: "Let's cheer for the next game."

Also give me a chance to get to know you again.