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In the corner of the promenade of the hotel, a sense of urgency spread like flowing water.

After hitting the closed wrist, he didn't know the pain. Liang Cheng panted violently, his eyes lit up with fire, and he gritted his teeth and said, "I can't understand you."

The flexible and fragile laryngeal cartilage was right in front of him. Ji Yang could have grabbed Liang Cheng's collar and locked his throat in reverse, and even subconsciously blocked his arms.

He could subdue Liang Cheng by relying on his fighting skills from childhood to university, it was as easy as eating, but... and then?

Ji Yang was shocked by the strong and complex emotions in Liang Cheng's eyes, and did not move for a while.

Liang Cheng said excitedly: "I can't understand that you obviously have the best talent, but you don't know how to cherish it. I can't understand your attitude of being indifferent and treating the competitive arena as a child's play."

"Yes, you fight very well, you are very powerful, but without TP to help you, you are just a lost dog who everyone shouts and beats. Angry? What are you angry about? You don't fight when you are scolded, You don’t fight when you are framed, you don’t fight when you are being bullied by the whole people online, what are you fighting for now?”

Ji Yang tried his best to keep his head calm, "But if I don't fight for it, TP will lose."

"Losing?" Liang Cheng laughed mockingly: "Does TP's loss have something to do with you? Do you have our team in your eyes?"

Ji Yang was about to retort: ​​"Of course I have—"

"You like Jing Muye, don't you?"

Ji Yang was speechless.

Liang Cheng continued: "You like him because he came back here. I'm not wrong, am I right? You reluctantly come here to play games because of your good captain and the person you like. Come back to this place. The arena that makes you feel sick, in your eyes, the game is not important, winning or losing is not important, is it?"

It was the first time that Ji Yang was shocked by being seen through, but he didn't show it. Even though his heart was like a landslide and a tsunami, he just turned his face away calmly and said, "Brother Liang Cheng, no matter what I am playing games for, I want to save TP, I don't want TP to lose."

"Ha." Liang Cheng laughed again: "You just don't want Jing Muye to lose."

Ji Yang was silent for a moment.

Liang Cheng smiled sadly: "As long as Jing Muye retires, you won't wait for a minute, and you will immediately jump out of the stage. In your eyes, playing professionally is the only way to get close to Jing Muye. Otherwise, you wouldn't have disappeared two years ago."

"When you left the professional arena without saying a word, did you consider your teammates? Where were you when He New Year tried to speak up for you on the Internet? Yes, you have difficulties, you are miserable, you just lost a loved one, Just got framed, I know you're the victim, but aren't your teammates?"

"He New Year has always felt guilty and blamed for misunderstanding you at the beginning, but if you don't explain or say a word, it will disappear immediately, just because you don't care."

"Without you, He Xinian struggled all by himself. After sitting on the bench for 2 years in TP, he just gained a foothold, and for you, he hastily gave up his seat. But, do you know how eager He Xinian is to play? "

Ji Yang's shoulders shook slightly, but he didn't speak.

He still didn't even look at Liang Cheng, and lowered his head with a calm expression.

But the more he remained silent, the angrier Liang Cheng became.

The fire in my heart became more and more intense, and in the end it was me who hurt.

He finally let go, took two steps back in a daze, and said, "You don't understand, you don't understand the love of competition and the field in our hearts. In your eyes, these games are not worth mentioning." .”

Liang Cheng's voice was extremely hoarse, as if he had suppressed all his emotions, and said: "Of course, I know that what I said is unreasonable and irrational, and I can't talk about the New Year's greetings. It's like this in the arena. It's the original sin, he can't compare to you, and I... can't compare to you either."

He lowered his head and looked at his hands: "I started playing professionally at the age of 16, and now I have been in the game for 9 years. I have trained countless days and nights, and won countless championship trophies. When I was good, Europe, North America, South Korea... which competition region Haven't you been knocked over by me? When I played CF before, I'm afraid you haven't even touched the computer yet."

As he spoke, he said with a half-crying and half-smile: "Nine years. All my youth, all my blood, have been spilled here."

Ji Yang finally turned his face, his crow-like eyelashes fluttered slightly, and his gaze was fixed on Liang Cheng's hand.

He still remembered the long and cold silver needle that was pushed in mercilessly last night.

He wanted to ask why yesterday, but now he doesn't really want to ask.

He started chasing Jing Muye all the way from his enlightenment at the age of 14, but within six years, he has become obsessed to the point of ecstasy.

Liang Cheng's nine years of youth were naturally far more painful and intense than the sealing injection.

He didn't want to hypocritically say that he understood Liang Cheng, just like Liang Cheng didn't understand what Jing Muye meant to him, but standing here and listening to Liang Cheng's words, Ji Yang felt the pain after a long absence.

This kind of pain may be a resonance, or it may just be contagious, but indeed, for the first time in so many years, Ji Yang had a violent emotional reaction for his grandma and someone other than Jing Muye.

Ji Yang was thinking to himself, but Liang Cheng no longer wanted to play this one-man show.

It was only because of those online comments that he couldn't control his temper. When he came back to his senses, he found that he had said a lot of things that shouldn't be said.

Liang Cheng knew that he was full of strange things, far less than Ji Yang. Ji Yang's life was miserable enough, and the only thing God gave him was this bit of talent for games.

Could it be that even this bit of game talent has become a crime?

No.

Liang Cheng clearly understood that in the final analysis, he was just jealous and unwilling.

The career that I have worked hard for my whole life is easily available to others, and the things that I regard as ideal are worthless in the eyes of others.

So what about nine years?

If you can't walk the rest of the way, you can't walk.

So what if he has won so many championships?

He will never be able to hold the world championship trophy of PlayerUnknown's Battlegrounds.

Liang Cheng turned to leave, and stopped suddenly when he passed by the window in the corridor.

The night outside the window was getting thick, and in a trance, he saw the dots of starlight above the clouds.

It took a long time before he realized——

That was the flickering light in the professional arena for so many years.

On the fifth match day, the arena was still brightly lit, and when the special background music for the arena started, the audience began to commotion, and the netizens in front of the live broadcast screen also sat up straight.

The team badges of sixteen teams were shining brightly in front of the stage. Accompanied by passionate music and drumbeats, more than 60 energetic professional players came out from the backstage. The camera swept over them one by one, all of them were young and arrogant faces.

Another week passed, and the voice of the commentator was still impassioned and powerful. He quickly reviewed the previous game and talked about OSR and Hero the most.

Commentary A: "This year's PCS situation is indeed very different from previous years. Many teams are a little 'unacceptable' in Busan. For example, a strong team like TP has difficulty scoring points."

Commentator B: "Yes. But no matter what, the return of the strong is always expected. Whether there will be any new changes in today's game, no one can say... Wait?"

Commentator A: "Huh? There seems to be a change of players at the scene, oh... We just received news that a player was temporarily replaced before the TP match, and Aspen replaced Orange on the field!"

TP actually changed!

The commentator's expression became obviously excited: "TP now has a lot of pressure to rank, and at this time a rookie is sent to the field. I have to say that Coach Xu is indeed very courageous."

"Yes, this Aspen... everyone should be familiar with it recently." The commentator showed a somewhat ambiguous smile: "However, judging from his past record, it may be a new turning point for TP."

At this moment, the commentary was excited, and the barrage had already exploded.

The fans who were still full of Hero on the screen just now changed their minds, TP and black fans mixed, and the rhythm was crazily brought up.

【Aspen?Ji Yang is playing?Fuck, I thought he was here for sightseeing this time. 】

[Aspen tops Orange?Help, he is no match for Orange. 】

[Cheng Zi was useless in the first place, and it was just right to change it. I don't want to see him anymore. 】

[Ji Yang hasn't played with the first team, has he?Is this also possible? TP is really hopeless. 】

[Xu Wei finally got a bit of a brain this time, and finally replaced him]

[Ha, just wait, the substitution is also a loss. 】

TP is a temporary pre-match substitution, which has not been made public before, so many teams only heard about the TP substitution before playing.

However, with TP's current points ranking, even if the status is improved by substitutions, it is impossible to threaten the status of the top few.

So Ares, the captain of OSR, just smiled contemptuously when he heard the news, and said to the team members: "This is a change of an unknown rookie? Ha, TP is not good enough to be our opponent this year. It's just a change now. It's just the struggle of an ant before it dies."

As he spoke, Ares rarely raised his face to the camera and blinked.

The audience in the audience made noises, and when he was proud of his charm, the smile on the corner of his mouth froze—he realized that the picture on the big screen in the venue was not himself.

It was a boy he had never seen before. He had fair skin and a clean side face. He turned his head and glanced when he noticed the camera drifting over. He had black hair and red lips, and his eyebrows and eyes were like a pair of ink paintings outlined. Even though his expression was dull, he was still beautiful It's amazing.

That's TP's newcomer, Aspen.

The TP captain Moon, who has never had close contact with anyone in front of the camera, is holding him, and he is talking behind the boy's ear, neither of them pays attention to the camera, but their own temperament is enough. So aggressive that the sense of existence between the two exploded.

The audience whispered: "Who is that? So handsome."

"I feel that he is prettier than Brother Yin, oh my God, he should act in an idol drama."

"I feel that Moon and this younger brother are so close. Although they are both from the PCL division, they are really handsome..."

After a little commotion at the beginning, all sixteen teams finally settled down on their seats.

The audience quieted down and turned their attention back to the team they were following.

The first game begins.

Island map, route from Z city to nuclear power plant.

The plane passed by, and the team parachuted one after another. The little red sign representing TP spread out near the school, and 4 umbrellas were floating in the air. They landed and looked for a car and went straight to P City.

The director's camera was shaking everywhere, and each team went to their own regular jumping points. As always, the start was smooth and boring.

Until someone fired the first shot—

With a "bang", the 98K bullet hit the head of the driver who was moving at high speed.

Swipe the knockdown information in the upper right corner:

"TP-Aspen knocks out OSR-Bening with 98K hits to the head."

The director quickly gave the camera to the newcomer who came from TP's bench, and someone found that Aspen's 98K didn't have any magnification lens.

The author has something to say:

The writing is very sluggish, is my game rhythm a bit slow?It feels like it's speeding up a bit.

Also, I’m sorry for the recent update. I’m really not in good shape these two days. After going to the hospital for an examination on the weekend, I need eye surgery (of course it’s only a minor surgery), so I’m a little stressed.The surgery was originally scheduled for next Monday, but a series of problems arose and it was decided to postpone it until the National Day.Hopefully I can finish the book before then.Then, thank you very much to everyone who is still following up.

Love everyone and good night.

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!