cat writing love poems

I have looked at the photos on my phone many times.

The saved video is repeated repeatedly.

Luo Jia marked the start time of school on the calendar, never had a school start made him look forward to it like this.

But also a little worried.

Because she felt that Lu Ziyan was not in a good mood recently, and when she was connected to the voice, she could feel that the air pressure in his training room was relatively low even from a distance.

In those few days, the coach visited the training room frequently, calling everyone out for activities from time to time.

When I came here, I was still playing the DJ loudly, as if I was afraid that the atmosphere would not be active.

She asked Lu Ziyan what kind of activity it was, and Lu Ziyan said that it was just ordinary exercises and walks to relieve psychological pressure.

She didn't ask what the pressure was, because she could sense that it wouldn't be a good topic.

Her ranking was stuck at Gold One, and she couldn't get up no matter what.

I played the promotion match six times, and failed every time. Everything went smoothly, but when it came to the promotion match, my teammates would be weird. They would either quarrel, or fight for positions without saying a word, or start hanging up and giving away heads. Six times The promotion match was played like a robbery.

But she didn't tell Lu Ziyan.

Although, if you tell him, this time the tribulation will not be so difficult.

But he already has a lot on his mind, and she can solve this little matter by herself.

It's just a promotion match, she is just an ordinary player, whether she succeeds in the promotion is just a game, not life.

At most, it's more than a few times.

She didn't say it herself, but Lu Ziyan was still paying attention to her.

He saw her record and winning points, and said, "Tell me the next time you qualify."

"No need, I can do it myself."

She didn't say yes.

Lu Ziyan: "You don't need me anymore?"

His voice was low, perhaps because he was in a bad mood these days, and his tone was a few degrees lower than before.

Even if you say it like a baby, it doesn't seem to have much warmth.

"No... I need you very much." She hoped that he would be in a better mood, "But I can do it myself, you should train hard."

He was quiet for a while and didn't say anything more about it.

Luo Jia listened to the voices in his training room, the loudest one was still the moon, the mid laner still talked the most, and the jungler was still typing on the keyboard as if hitting a big wall, as if it was no different from before.

The only difference is that the coach comes over every once in a while to play DJ, pretending to cheer everyone up, and covering up the downturn with an overly upbeat atmosphere.

Before he left the training room with the coach at the end of his qualifying round, he said to her: "There will be a match tomorrow, it may be very late, you go to bed early, don't wait for me, see you the day after tomorrow."

He turned off the game and said to her in advance: "Good night."

But fortunately, she has a little cousin.

Although the little cousin has not officially registered as a player yet, he is still a youth trainee, and the place where he trains every day is also on the level of the youth trainees, and he is not with other official players.

But at any rate, she also got into the Ss team base, like she had an eye in the Ss team, something she didn't want to ask in front of Lu Ziyan, she more or less spied on something from her little cousin.

Because the little cousin never forgets to send her messages to complain during the rest intervals of training every day.

"It's really out of line. Before I came, I read on the Internet that Lao Mao's girlfriend used a small black player. The old cat might know about it. I didn't know until I came. The old cat didn't just know about it. Nine days away."

"Last year when he won the S game, the FMVP was given to the mid laner, and Lao Mao began to dislike the mid laner. He felt that the FMVP should be given to himself, and taunted the mid laner in the team."

"Forget it, and I have done a lot of work. I eat supper at night and order takeout, and I deliberately put a lot of spicy food. Zhongdan is not from Jiangcheng. I have never touched a little spicy food since I was a child. If I eat too much, I will have diarrhea. As a result, he said that he Played for one night and forgot about qualifying. It’s fine once or twice, like accidentally burning a hole in the mid laner’s jersey when knocking on cigarette ash, or accidentally dropping a used cover on the side of the mid laner’s bed. It's too much, it's disgusting."

"He also took his girlfriend back to the base. Originally, several people in the team had a good relationship. In fact, the brother had a girlfriend and brought it back, and everyone didn't say anything. On the anniversary of Lao Mao and his girlfriend, they gave Lao Mao's girlfriend back. Giving out red envelopes, but this woman was sitting on Lao Mao’s lap in the training room, kissing and touching while playing games, deliberately reading some bullet screens of black players, and I listened to other people’s recitations. gone."

Luo Jia was dumbfounded watching the complaints sent by her little cousin.

She didn't know much about professional players, and the only people she had contact with were Lu Ziyan and her little cousin.

They gave her the impression of working hard and being true to their dreams.

So her impression of professional players is always like this.

She didn't know what to say, so she could only say in surprise: "This person is too outrageous..."

"The most outrageous thing!!!"

The indignation of the little cousin is not over yet, "After the S game last year, Crow's popularity exploded immediately. Originally, Crow was handsome. , I said that he is the LPL traffic password and there is nothing wrong with it."

"The old cat's girlfriend started to be malicious. Taking advantage of the opportunity of coming to the base to see the old cat, she got close to Crow in various ways, and the old cat started to be jealous. You know. Although Crow didn't have a straight eye for that girl, but the old cat Mao's psychological self-esteem was extremely frustrated, and he felt that Crow robbed his girlfriend, and targeted another person besides the mid laner."

"Since then, the old cat has made the atmosphere of the five members of the team very low. When he was there, the air pressure in the base was almost always low. When he came back from the Spring Festival holiday, he didn't go back to the base. The atmosphere was good in those few days. Get up. But recently the game started, the Ss team didn't have a substitute top laner before, and now although they are selecting a new top laner, the training effect is very mediocre, so he still has to come back when there is a game, and the atmosphere is very bad."

"But in the few games after he came back, he played like shit. Look at the number of scolding comments on the official blog. After each game, there are tens of thousands of comments."

"In the past few days, the bottom lane has been struggling to support the game. The jungler has a bad temper. Because of this incident, he went crazy, and his operation has been deformed. The original habit of the mid laner is to support the top lane and cooperate with the upper and wild. Now As a result, he lost his direction, and only the bottom lane was stable. The coordination of the game these days has been poor, and only the bottom lane can barely win the game in the late stage, but if this continues, the tactical system is single and the coordination is poor. Relying on an ADC who may not be able to keep the team together, the spring split will be over sooner or later."

"I lost the game again yesterday, and the four of them played for rank all night. Really, I really feel sorry for them. The dream of the four of them was ruined by a cerebral palsy."

Completion of ranting.

The little cousin finally sent a summary, "I'm so mad!!!! Ruined my championship team!!!"

"I will work hard and strive to become the top laner of the first team as soon as possible!! Our dreams cannot stop here!"

Luo Jia's seventh promotion match was still a failure.

Looking at the stagnant rank displayed on the homepage, as well as the voice call that Lu Ziyan hung up on in the WeChat chat box before Lu Ziyan left.

She took a long breath.

Did not continue.

On the second day, Luo Jia did not open the ranking.

The weather was good, it was cloudy for a few days, and it was rare to see sunshine.

Since she will be going back to school tomorrow, she woke up early this morning and started to pack her things. She doesn't have much luggage, but she wants to pack a little bit of everything.

After packing all morning, only one suitcase was packed in the end.

In the afternoon, she went to the alley to buy some braised pork, passed by an Internet cafe, and walked in.

When I entered the door, I saw Lu Fang.

Lu Fang was smoking a cigarette, but he was surprised when he saw her, "My brother Chi is not here anymore, why are you here?"

It was as if she came here just to find Lu Ziyan.

Although that seems to be the case.

In fact, she didn't know what she came in for, but she saw it and wanted to come in for no reason.

The business in the afternoon was just right, and the Internet cafe was bustling with activity. At a glance, the screen was almost full of League of Legends.

Some people are playing games, waiting in line, watching the ongoing game.

She stared at the person's screen, and from a distance, she could only vaguely see the hero in the screen moving, but she couldn't see the specific situation clearly.

"What team is playing this afternoon?"

She asked.

Lu Fang kowtowed his cigarette butt, and smiled foolishly: "Why don't you ask Brother Chi, he knows more about the competition than I do."

She pursed her lips and said nothing.

After a while, he turned his head and stopped looking at the picture on the screen: "I'm going back first."

"Okay, let's go slowly."

Lu said behind his back.

She was carrying a bag of braised pork that she bought, and her fingers were a little greasy, which made her uncomfortable.

When she got home, she put down her things, went to the bathroom to wash her hands, and wiped them clean, but the greasy feeling was stuck in her chest, and she still felt depressed.

After washing my hands several times, the dull feeling still hasn't gone away.

She gave up, lay back on the bed, took out her phone, and swipe the screen with her fingers repeatedly.

The chat history stays at this morning.

Early morning, to be precise.

It was about three o'clock, and Lu Ziyan sent her a message, "The manager treats you."

There is also a photo below, the table is full of food.

Further down, he also said: "I can see you tomorrow."

You can't see the tone of the text, nor can you see the expression.

But she seemed to be able to imagine that when he said this, when his low eyebrows found a focus, the temperature in his eyes gradually rose.

After waking up in the morning, she cheered him back.

Then never heard back.

The afternoon sun was just facing the window of her room, and the brilliance outside was burning hot, so bright that it made people's eyes sting and want to cry.

But just like the day he left Tongcheng to go back, it was as bright as a bright future.

Luo Jia went to bed earlier than usual because she had to get up early in the morning to go to the station.

When she woke up, the sky was still covered with gray fog, and her father loaded her luggage in his car and took her to the station.

There is a traffic jam on the road, and the car horn is honking to tear through the morning groggy.

Staggering and finally arriving at the station, there was not much time left before the departure, Luo Jia hurriedly packed her luggage, turned around and waved goodbye to her father, and trotted into the station.

Queuing, ticket collection, security check, fortunately everything caught up with time.

She sent a message to her father, "Waiting for the bus."

Dad gave a grin, "Just catch up, pay attention to safety, and call Mom and Dad if you have something to do."

"Well, you should also pay attention to your health at home."

The announcement sounded ahead, and the vehicles arrived at the station. Luo Jia followed the team and boarded the vehicles one after another.

She looked at the seats shown on the ticket and looked for them one by one.

However, there was someone sitting in her seat, a girl.

After several checks, it was indeed her location.

She was about to speak when the girl sitting in her seat took a step forward and said, "Change seats, I'll sit with my boyfriend, you go there."

She looked up and followed the position the girl said.

A middle-aged woman was sitting with a child, and the child was sitting in the seat originally reserved for her, playing with toys.

Seeing that she hadn't left yet, the girl said in a sweet voice, "Oh, miss, let's change. I don't want to be separated from my boyfriend. Let's change."

Luo Jia didn't say anything, she just hoped that the middle-aged woman could communicate better.

Fortunately, after she passed by and explained the situation, the middle-aged woman just glanced at her, then took the child back and put it back on her lap.

Luo Jia breathed a sigh of relief and sat in.

But the child felt that his comfortable seat was taken away. It was uncomfortable and unable to play with toys when he was squeezed on his mother's lap, so he began to cry and make a fuss. Noisy, everyone in the car looked over, Luo Jia only felt embarrassed.

She lowered her head and pretended to be playing with her mobile phone, hoping to block all sight in the car.

After finally waiting for the car to drive out of the city, the children stopped.

The car became quiet again, and Luo Jia felt relieved.

She sent a message to her little cousin about what happened just now.

Fortunately, the little cousin was not busy at this time, so he replied to her message after a while, "Sister, you care too much about other people's self-esteem!"

The other party is typing.

He was still typing away.

"I think you are a little used to please others. You always consider other people's moods first, especially important people. The more important you are, the more you are afraid that what you say and ask will affect the mood of the other party."

"Forget important people, why do such strangers care about him!"

"..."

Luo Jia decided to change the subject, "Aren't you training today?"

"There is no training early in the morning, usually in the afternoon and evening. I am purely happy because the first team finally won the game last night, and I can't sleep."

"Did that top laner play well?"

"No, don't count on him. The newcomers who have just been promoted to the second team are on the team. Everyone is very angry. They have been training very hard recently. However, the newcomers still have shortcomings and make more mistakes, but it is better than the old cats. Yes. All three rounds yesterday were based on bottom lane and mid laner. The jungler’s mentality has not yet recovered, and there were many mistakes. However, the coaching staff changed tactics, and the mid laner can play a role. Stable one point of C, what should I do? I’m going to turn to Crow as a fan. He is really calm and hardworking. Since the accident, the whole team has been fans, but he has always been reliable. During this time, he can be said to be the pillar of the team. In every sense, whether it's the psychological backbone or the key to victory."

The car window continued to flash the rewinding scenery, and the morning fog gradually thinned.

Driving through an agricultural garden, patches of green are still vibrant in the gray morning.

After a while, Luo Jia looked down at the long message sent by her little cousin again, and replied: "I'll sleep for a while, I woke up too early in the morning."

"Okay, I'll watch last night's video for a while and catch up on sleep. Although I won yesterday, there are still too many problems. The next game will still be difficult."

Luo Jia sent Lu Ziyan the ticket information and a photo of the scenery outside the window.

"I've already set off."

After sending, she put away her phone, closed her eyes and began to catch up on sleep.

Although I went to bed early last night, I didn't sleep well, and I woke up in the morning groggy.

This train departed from the morning mist, and when I opened my eyes again, it was already bright sunshine.

She arrived at the station and got off.

Taking out her phone, she saw a message from Lu Ziyan an hour ago, "I'm at the station."

He posted a location.

One hour.

She hurriedly called him, holding the phone in one hand and picking up the luggage with the other.

Then walk out with the crowd.

The phone was quickly connected, and her familiar voice came, low and gentle: "Are you at the station? Did you see the location I sent you? I'm here."

There were so many people coming and going that she couldn't speed up her pace a little bit. As she walked outside, she kept looking in the direction of the station entrance.

There are just too many people.

She held the phone, "Why did you come so early, you waited for too long..."

"I can't sleep anyway." His tone was normal.

"What time did you go to sleep?"

"Four o'clock."

It's like saying something out of the ordinary.

Luo Jia held the handle of the suitcase in her palm, and after a long while, she said slowly: "You should have a good rest, if you knew it... I will not be returning to school until tomorrow."

"I'm in front of a coffee shop called First Love." He didn't answer her.

She was about to leave the station, and she raised her neck slightly, looking for the coffee shop he mentioned.

After looking for a while, I found the inconspicuous signboard.

The name is First Love, but the decoration is not pink like the general impression, but dark, the material is wood, and the texture is silent and profound.

She couldn't help but said, "I thought it would be pink, but why is it black, I almost couldn't find it."

"Because for many people, first love does not end in a happy ending, but is silent and unknown, like annual rings that grow day by day, only the tree itself knows."

"...?"

She was stunned for a while, she didn't expect Lu Ziyan to say such a thing.

It's just that she didn't have time to think about it, as the footsteps got closer, she had already seen the man standing in front of the coffee shop named First Love.

He is slender and tall, with a cold outline, a silent black, and even the mask is black that blends into one.

At the station where people come and go and is noisy, it seems like you are standing outside the secular world, and all the excitement in the world is just passing by, not even the warmth in your eyes.

Then, he turned his head and looked over casually.

This glance also saw Luo Jia who was getting closer and closer after the flow of people at the exit of the station gradually dispersed.

His gaze was fixed here, so she saw the eyes protruding from the mask slowly curved, the end of his eyes slightly curved, a pair of dark eyes, but like a warm river flowing.

He came towards her.

As his footsteps got closer, Luo Jia felt her heart beating more and more uncontrollably.

It seemed that it hadn't been long since the last time I saw him, but why, I was still so nervous that it seemed like a heart-wrenching first meeting.

Her face was calm, but every step she took was almost mechanical.

Lu Ziyan walked faster than her, and soon arrived in front of her. He naturally took the suitcase from her hand.

His breath was very close, so close that he could see the smile in his eyes more clearly, he said: "The time I waited for you passed quickly, it seems that I didn't wait long before I waited for you."