stay in my room

The hospital was under the care of Qin's mother after the break, and Xiao Ruan was finally free, and he felt that his memory was blurred when he came back to the venue two days later.

The last time it was really two days ago?The venue feels strange.

In the waiting room, Mileage Juan was smoking and did not light up. He bent his neck and listened carefully to Ye Chang's play layout. His eyes were focused, and he seemed to be paying special attention to today's game.

"Do you understand?" Ye Chang asked, looking up at the players around the table.

Lin Mei nodded first, and said perfunctorily, "Understood."

Feng Jitong slowly "hmm".

Old E straightened up, stretched out his hand to rub his back, and replied casually, "Understood."

Cheng Juan bit his cigarette butt, his eyes were cloudy, and everyone's morale was low.

He reached out to take down the cigarette, "Please let me tell the captain that we have entered the weekend finals when I accompany you at night, thank you."

Everyone visibly stiffened, their eyes focused on Cheng Juan's face.

Cheng Juan's eyes were mixed, "Do you dare to think that Qin Lan knows that we can't even make it to the finals?"

The earth-shaking changes in the past two days caught people off guard, and it is normal for people to lose their minds.

The word Qin Lan really has a deterrent effect. As soon as Cheng Juan said this, the three of them stood up straight, their faces full of 'fucking' all the time.

Cheng Juan cheered up with satisfaction, exhaled slowly, and glanced back at the clock on the wall.

"You guys encourage yourselves again, I'll go out and smoke a cigarette." Throwing the cigarette into his mouth, he walked out of the lounge, without delaying his steps at all.

No one dared to stop them, and they watched them off collectively.

Xiao Ruan:? ? ?

He turned his head and asked Ye Chang, "When will god A smoke? I thought he just got upset and asked old E for a bite. He really will?" with a bit of surprise.

Ye Chang shook his head and sighed: "Not only can he, but he also has a big addiction to cigarettes, three packs a day. Haven't heard of him smoking before?" He asked Xiao Ruan back.

Anyway, he hadn't seen Cheng Juan since he joined the team.

Xiao Ruan was dumbfounded, "Three boxes a day?" Qin Lan woke up and found that her boyfriend had become a smoker. Could it be that they didn't take good care of them?

Why did it suddenly become a smoking gun?

Xiao Ruan took two steps to go out to persuade him, but Ye Chang held his arm, "Don't go, the game will start in a while." Today's four rounds are crucial, and it's good for Cheng Juan to relax alone.

Xiao Ruan kept walking, and Ye Chang stepped up his efforts to drag him to his side.

"These two days are not training and review, so he hasn't stopped. Maybe it will be fine when Qin Lan is transferred to the general ward, and someone will take care of him. It's not suitable for you to go now, he needs to decompress."

Cheng Juan's mental load in the past two days can be imagined to be heavy, how can he not find a way to relieve it.

Xiao Ruan didn't move Ye Chang away, turned back and screamed angrily, "You won't die if you smoke like this? Cheng Juan has never seen him smoke since I knew him. He debuted four years ago, went to France for three years, and live broadcasted and online for several years. I haven't seen him smoking in the next game! Can he suddenly smoke like this? Can we choose another substitute?"

Ye Chang was taken aback, and slowly let go of his hand. Before Xiao Ruan could break free, Ye Chang hooked Xiao Ruan's sleeve with trembling fingertips, "Can I do it after today's game?"

Now is an extraordinary period, and everyone is suffocating without breaking out.

Xiao Ruan looked at the schedule. Tonight is the two groups of AC. In addition to the strong teams TSR, 6N, and YU that come with Group A, the North American rookie dark horse ZS in Group C, the European champion 3C and the domestic LSNM are all very difficult to play. .

It is even more difficult to predict the survival points of eating chicken among them.

Xiao Ruan's back lost strength, his shoulders collapsed, and his voice was flat, "It's fine if you don't make it to the finals this week. Don't be too harsh in this state." Qin Lan and everyone else are the mountains that IF will never fall.

Ye Chang followed Xiao Ruan on the list with his eyes, and responded silently with the sound of breathing.

Old E took out a cigarette from his pocket and walked out, "I'll take two puffs too." After speaking, he opened the door and went out.

The tempo of Feng Jitong's mobile game suddenly sped up, and the sound of the game blasted continuously in the earphones.

Lin Mei rubbed the corners of her eyes and grinned coldly. This year, every team seems to be getting stronger.

Cheng Juan leaned against the corner of the corridor outside the lounge door, with half of his body leaning against the wall.

A white mist slid across the curly hair on his forehead, drilled into the air from between the hair, and the thin mist rolled up and dispersed.

Old E walked over with a cigarette in his mouth, and made two vague sounds.

Cheng Juan raised his eyes and took off the cigarette, "What?" His eyes were blurred and quiet in the fog.

"Can we play tonight?" Cheng Juan asked suddenly.

Old E played together with Lin Mei and Feng Ji for a year, and won the World Invitational Championship together last year.

Ask him because he is familiar with this game.

Old E rubbed his hands and frowned, "Let's see how good your sniper can be today. I watched your match in the Asian Games, including the double sniper cooperation with Qin Lan last week. It was very beautiful." These words were sincere.

Turning to the old E, he changed his face, "We only have two chances to score points. We really encountered the 'chance encounter' style of play of TSR and 6N in the first week. I guarantee you to go. We can only see how many points your sniper can score. If you can’t improve the score in the two rounds, you can’t make it to the weekend finals.”

The words were straightforward and simple, hitting Cheng Juan's heart and soul.

Cheng Juan smiled bleakly, and the frost and snow in his eyes flew together.

"I lost too many points yesterday, so it's rare to have two chances today. Try your best."

He pushed hard against the wall around his shoulders, and his upper body bounced straight in the air.When the body was old E, Cheng Juan said indifferently: "How long can your waist last?"

Old E was taken aback, his neck twisted mechanically, "Did Qin Lan tell you?"

Qin Lan knows?

It turned out that it was because old E had a back injury that he retired.

Cheng Juan shook his head, "No one told me that I have seen you rub your waist a lot in the past two days." Although the movements were small, Cheng Juan didn't miss them.

Because Qin Lan let Qin Lan sleep on the sofa the night before the car accident, Qin Lan said the word 'back injury', which caused him to pay attention when he first saw Old E rubbing his waist abnormally.

Cheng Juan's eyes fell back to Old E's waist impolitely.

Old E was so silent that he didn't speak, he kept taking a deep breath, as if he was depressed.

Cheng Juan glanced at Old E and suddenly understood.

He said lightly, "Come with me to the hospital tonight and see a doctor." Cheng Juan walked back to the lounge.

Old E looked at Cheng Juan's slender figure, the huge IF team logo was embroidered on the back of the black and white team uniform, and Qin Lan's ID: seckill was written on it.

Cheng Juan is moving forward with his belief and Qin Lan's mission on his back.

On the other hand, myself...

No one knows that he has a back injury, and he cannot be known.

Otherwise, if word spreads to that person, he is no longer eligible to be sold, where will they go?

That person does not show mercy every time he signs a contract. If he can't give him the benefits he wants, will the relationship fall apart and bridge roads will be broken?

Old E was a little depressed by Cheng Juan's few words, the back of his head hit the wall twice, and the brief stabbing pain dissipated, and the altar seemed clearer.

He stubbed out his cigarette and went in to pack the peripherals.

When it's time to play, check the peripherals, check the information of the contestants, and count down the game when everything is ready.

The North American narrator has a unique voice, and the first guess made Cheng Juan's veins burst.

It's really unacceptable that the game has not started yet, and it has already been settled and cannot enter the finals.

Cheng Juan's condition is very good today, there is always a team near the position of the punctuation jump, and the first thing he does when he picks up the gun is to quickly steal the head.

The first two rounds started well, IF pinched 4 heads to open the situation.

In the end, although they didn't eat chicken, they all entered the top three.Adding survival points, the overall ranking jumped to No. 10.

During the intermission, Ye Chang wanted to give Cheng Juan a hug.

Cheng Juan dodged, unscrewed the bottle of water, looked up and drank a couple of sips, then touched his pocket and went out to smoke again.

This addiction is really scary, and I still don't let go of two after more than ten minutes of rest.

As long as they get 37 points in the remaining two rounds, they will be able to enter the top 16 of the four groups, and have a chance to climb out of the bottom of the list in the two-day finals on the weekend.

Xiao Ruan suddenly yelled in the lounge, "God A, your call seems to be from Beijing."

Cheng Juan choked on the smoke, hurriedly walked to the lounge, pinched off the cigarette with his thumb and index finger and threw it into his pocket.

Before the person was in front of Xiao Ruan, Cheng Juan stretched out his arm to pick up the phone, turned around and stepped out of the lounge in the opposite direction, as fast as a gust of wind.

In the blink of an eye the person is gone.

Xiao Ruan stared at the criminal in a daze.

What phone is so important?

Cheng Juan glanced at the lounge from the corner of his eye. No one followed him before he swipe the screen. It took a second for him to feel the cold touch against his ears.

"You have found the person you want. After the game, contact the number in the text message, and he will take you to see Jiang Xiuyuan."

His feet were nailed to the ground, and he couldn't move.

His throat was cold, and a word came out of his lungs for a long time: "Okay." Cheng Juan's whole body became densely packed, and a feeling that he couldn't describe ran up and down his body.

Over there lazily said: "Send the person back to the country alive later." The words were oppressive, reinforcing a layer of security in Cheng Juan's heart.

Cheng Juan snorted suddenly, "I'm a murderer, do I need your advice?" His feet unconsciously ground the ground.

"If you want to make a fuss, ask a doctor to do it slowly." The voice over there became more and more lazy, as if this kind of thing was common and common.

Bai Jingyu suddenly became very interested and said, "Can I ask someone to take a video? I haven't seen you do it for so many years, I miss you so much." The giggling voice followed a burst of joy through the phone, and ran into his mind.

Cheng Juan categorically refused, "No, I have to retire if I leak out. Brother Jing, I want to retire with him, so don't mess with me."

"I appreciate it myself." There was helplessness in the teasing over there, and Cheng Juan probably disagreed.

There was the sound of chairs rubbing against the carpet in the lounge, and Cheng Juan looked at the glass door marked IF.

Calmly, as if nothing happened, he shrugged, "My competition is about to start, don't miss me doing it, I have already quit, except for the perpetrator this time." After finishing speaking, he hung up the phone.

Then Cheng Juan let out a long, turbid breath.

The unknown deep meaning in the eyes followed the steps of Lin Mei and the others, buried in the bones, and disappeared without a trace.

When passing by, Old E felt that something was different about Cheng Juan, and he glanced up and down to spy, but found nothing.

Lin Mei stretched out two fingers in front of Cheng Juan's eyes, "The last two rounds are over."

Cheng Juan waved his phone, "Come as soon as you hand it in." Quickly brushing against them, he threw the phone to Xiao Ruan.

Seriously, "Don't answer anything except the hospital call."

This round was a bad start, so we had a face-to-face meeting with TSR when we went down, and the situation suddenly became tense.

"Lin Mei grabs the car." After Cheng Juan finished speaking, he jumped out of the room to pick up the gun.

After landing at 98K, he had a heart attack.

At that time, gunshots had already erupted downstairs, Feng Jitong was slowed by TSR7win's first M762 point, and another shuttle picked up and prepared to take Feng Jitong away.

Cheng Juan shot Wujing, headshot, and 7win fell to the ground.

He just jumped off the second floor and wanted to help someone, but Feng Jitong became a box due to poor blood volume.

Immediately, half a figure appeared by the window in front of his face, and the shot|shot|gun fired 2 bursts, and Cheng Juan was unable to dodge and immediately bottomed out his blood.

The shot|shot|gun reloads the moment the opponent cuts in seconds, and Cheng Juan Wujing takes a shot.

At the critical moment, 'boom', the person by the window was behind the window frame, with no vision and no way to refill the gun.

Cheng Juan didn't want to fight, so he turned his head and opened the door to enter the house looking for a blood bag.

The moment he pushed the door, Tim's head exploded. The door didn't open, and there was no place to hide from the bullet. He was completely exposed to the enemy's snatch.

But Tim didn't just take it away with a shuttle, but shot one by one, with a one-second interval between each shot, as if he was enjoying the process of making a box.

Using this method to abuse professional players in the global competition is simply an insult to the other party.

Cheng Juan's face was pale, but he didn't let go of the mouse when he reached the gray screen, trying to find cover before he finished the box.

As if on purpose, the director presented this scene clearly to the audience and broadcast it to the whole world.

The commentator of the Chinese division saw this scene with colorful faces and tight lips, not knowing what to say.

Feng Ji and Yu Guang saw this scene on the wrong screen, and shouted, "Fuck!" Holding the gun, he went up to angle the gun.

Lin Mei didn't have a gun on the car driver, and she didn't dare to get too close to the housing area, for fear of being chased by bullets.

In the 2V1 in the urban area, Feng Jitong was obviously not an opponent, and he was packed into a box in the end.

In the third game, TSR played against TSR 3-0. All IFs died except for Lin Mei who drove away. TSR lost two and was finally helped up.

Cheng Juan looked at the gray screen in front of him, and there was a hint of ferocity and blood in the reflection.

On the screen is a hungry wild leopard, whose legs and feet are restricted by traps, temporarily immobilizing and unable to jump forward.But the scarlet in his eyes has already marked the other party's soul, and he has been following him for thousands of miles, endlessly.

Lin Mei did well. Although there were not many kills, she got survival points. This round scored 11 points in total.

This will mean that they have to score 26 points in the last game today before they can advance to the weekend finals. This point difference has basically declared the end of their game this week in advance.

Under the premise of eating chicken, you need to get 16 head points, which is almost impossible to complete.

Lin Mei's eyes turned red, and she choked up in advance.

Old E slumped back on the chair to relax his waist.

Feng Jitong wiped off the cold sweat on his palms, and held the mouse again.

Cheng Juan felt uncomfortable in every possible way, he could no longer control the rise and fall of his chest, and his entire right arm was numb.

He was so panicked that he had a splitting headache, what if he couldn't advance.

They will miss out on the amount in this week's prize pool.

Cheng Juan held his breath and silently called Qin Lan.

Xiao Ruan propped his arms on the table, looked from the bend of his arms to the screen, and the corners of his eyes trembled.

Ye Chang clenched his fists, took two breaths, picked up the cup and drank half a cup of tea calmly.

His throat was still dry, and the dragging voice was harsh and unpleasant, "It's okay, this week's prize pool is only 28, not much, and there is still a chance to catch up later."

Xiao Ruan nodded along, his lips turned pale, "There is still a chance, there is still a chance, it's just that I didn't make it to the weekly final." The voice pulled out distinct grief from within.

Xiao Ruan prayed in his heart, hoping they could survive!

Ye Chang put down his teacup, slowly getting angry, "Go and capture the video of Cheng Juan in the TSR scene just now, and bring it to the competition committee for an explanation."

Xiao Ruan thumped the table with bloodshot eyes, "Fuck him, he used to snatch the box from Qin Qin, but now he's making fun of Cheng Juan like this. Does TSR think we're easy to bully!"

He tidied up the files on the desktop, with a look of resentment on his face, "I'll take the legal department with me." He cursed again.

Ye Chang watched Xiao Ruan's back disappear, and he slumped into the chair.

Since the dozens of hours since Qin Lan's accident, the entire team and even the domestic clubs have been greatly fluctuated.

In addition to the emotional damage of the players, the contracts that IF won last week due to the first place in the week finals and have not yet been signed should now be declared to be on the sidelines or given up.

Xiao Ruan didn't mention a word.

None of them spoke out about the suffering in their hearts, in order to prevent the negative emotions from being superimposed, and everyone tried to face each other with the best state of their own at the moment.

The fourth round was not very interesting, and they couldn't make it to the final.

Ye Chang rubbed his face, poured a cup of tea into his stomach.

If you can't make it to the finals, you have to do a review. If you don't perform well, you should be scolded or scolded.

He picked up the tablet and looked at the screen, and began to record everyone's mistakes.

In the finals, Cheng Juan entered as a lone wolf, but unfortunately, because of his position and perspective, 3C had an absolute advantage, and he couldn't help but struggle with the gun.

In the end, Cheng Juan was almost able to eat chicken with one shot, which was a pity that he lost.

In the second week of the finals, all the games were over, and the final total points ranking IF happened to be stuck at 17th.

Just 7 points away.

After the game, they got on the car and went home one after another.

Cheng Juan dragged old E out of the car, and said to Ye Chang, "I'll go to the hospital with him, and the two of us can sleep for a while. Go back at 2 o'clock tomorrow and sleep for three hours. Is it okay to resume at 7 o'clock? "

Ye Chang didn't think much, and nodded in agreement.

On the contrary, it was Lin Mei who yelled and wanted to go to the hospital too.

Cheng Juan looked up coldly, "You make the most mistakes, let the coach give you extra training today."

Lin Mei was still yelling, but Ye Chang patted him on the head, "Get in the car and I'll tell you about your mistakes, so many that I have mass phobia!"

As soon as the team car left, the online car-hailing car called by Cheng Juan stopped in front of them.

Old E looked at the two cars, his eyes tearing open, "Have money to burn? Can't one car fit you and me?"

Cheng Juan opened the car door and bent down to get in. Old E approached.

"I have something to do. I'm going to the hospital two hours late. You go first." Then he closed the car door.

Old E looked up, and the car drove a long way.

Is Cheng Juan still busy in Berlin?If you don't go back to your residence or go to the hospital, where are you going?

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thanks for reading.

Only after reading the comments did I know there was a problem, and the document was re-edited, and the deleted content was strung together.

Sorry sorry.