cat writing love poems

During the days of the S competition, there were classes. Luo Jia had been a good student for more than ten years, but these days she was a little absent-minded in class.

After all, this was the first time she watched the game seriously.

Since the group stage, she has watched almost every game, even though it was not the Ss team's game, she watched them all.

Seeing a certain team playing fiercely, or a certain team being very strong, she would always feel anxious.

She even studied the schedule and rules carefully.

But the Ss team's game went much smoother than she had feared. They performed very well in the group stage, only lost one game, and advanced steadily.

Not only did she watch the game, she even watched the wonderful operation clips released by the official blog many times after the game.

Inexplicably, there was a sense of tension that I had in the college entrance examination.

She has always known that Lu Ziyan is very strong, and she can feel it just from the feeling of duo with him. With him in the bottom lane, she doesn't even need to take her brains.

However, on this top stage where masters from various competition areas gathered, Lu Ziyan's strength still made her feel a little strange.

It was so strange that she couldn't connect with the person who held her quietly and depended on her.

He even wondered for a while, if he was so bored that he could close his eyes and fall asleep when he accompanied him in double row.

He was not in Jiangcheng during this period, and his daily schedule was very strict. In order to understand the competition, she carefully read the rules and regulations. It seemed that the players could not move around at will, nor could they go out without permission.

Luo Jia was afraid of distracting him, so she rarely bothered him.

On the contrary, Lu Ziyan himself was worried about her, worried that she would feel left out, and would send her interesting things during the competition.

Luo Jia said righteously: "You train me well, don't keep chatting with me."

"Coach Luo is so strict."

"I'm much stricter than the coach."

"That's right. Jiajia's tutor is more important than the coach. I want to listen to Jiajia."

"..."

It was also during the S game that Luo Jia saw the game voice posted on the official blog and realized that there was such a thing.

My little cousin mentioned it once before, but she didn't search it, so she quickly forgot it.

She clicked on the game audio of Team Ss.

Before I clicked in, I thought their communication would be very professional and high-end.

After clicking in.

After a long silence, he slowly sent a question mark to Lu Ziyan, "Do you guys communicate like this even during games?"

She originally thought that this was just their usual communication.

But after she turned on the game voice.

The little cousin who is already familiar with everyone: "Brother-in-law, what do you want to choose, I will grab it for you first."

The coach suggested: "Should Lu choose Kai'Sa, first grab Kai'Sa, otherwise the opponent will definitely grab Kai'Sa."

Little cousin: "Then I chose?"

Lu Ziyan: "Yes."

Little cousin: "This one depends on brother-in-law C. I'll choose a big meat in the front. There is absolutely no way to do it on the other side."

Moon: "Choose Thresh for me. The combination of me and my brother-in-law is really strong, and we are invincible in the group stage."

After seeing her message, Lu Ziyan replied: "What is Jiajia looking at?"

She was speechless, "What do you think I'm looking at?"

"Xiao Ning wanted to call it that."

Although text.

But Luo Jia could inexplicably imagine that when this person said this, he was smiling, calmly and naturally sophistrying, and also meant to act like a baby and feel wronged by her.

Then the next sentence, he said again: "But I really hope it is true."

She held the mobile phone for a long while, and deliberately said stiffly: "You have to wait until you are 22 years old."

"Then ask Jia Jia when I'm 22."

She continued to contradict him, "But I hadn't graduated from college then."

Who made him always like to tease himself.

You have to find some opportunities to make yourself look less manageable.

"Then ask me when Jiajia thinks it's appropriate? I'm willing anytime."

"..."

After a while, in the quiet dormitory, Luo Jia covered her face with her hands.

She seemed to have never won him.

However, staring at the words on the screen of the mobile phone, she didn't feel annoyed about being defeated again, and she couldn't stop her smile no matter what.

How could he make her feel happy no matter what he said...

It took her an afternoon to watch all the game audios of this season.

Been seeing it this spring.

Those days when she didn't even dare to confirm.

The editing of the game voice has tried to select the interesting parts as much as possible, but the game voice is so carefully selected and edited, it still feels depressing to listen to.

Blank, silent, condensed.

Although everyone is communicating normally, it is obvious that they feel depressed, and everyone is patiently covering up, trying to make the atmosphere normal.

Especially compared to today's speech.

Although the current voice in the team made her feel speechless, compared to the time in spring, she hoped that they could continue like this.

The group stage went smoothly, and all major regions were discussing the probability of the Ss team winning the championship.

Last year's world champion won the championship again this year, and domestic fans are all excited about it. During the game, there were countless hot searches, as if everyone was waiting for the moment when they won the cup.

She was also in the carnival, secretly watching the countless photos and videos sent out during the game.

Just 1 minute is some interaction between the players during the game.

The shots are basically taken by other teammates, and Lu Ziyan is rarely seen, because compared to other teammates, he seems to be crazy when fighting, his outline is cold, and he is quiet most of the time.

But they are all in the same training room, even if they are filming other teammates playing around, they can still see Lu Ziyan.

Amidst the noise, he sat quietly on the gaming chair, looking down at the tablet.

The camera zooms in, and it can be seen that he is watching the video of the game.

Black team uniform.

Under the jet-black hair are a pair of dark eyes, the outline is calm and thin, and the skin is cold white.

Surrounded by the noise of other team members, he looked at the tablet silently with his lowered eyes, and the profile of his face was like a gentle river, which was the quietest touch in the hustle and bustle.

His appearance made her feel a little strange.

As if separated by clouds and mist, even his eyes were cold, unable to get close.

Until the rowdy team members passed by him, they saw his mobile phone light up, and said to him: "Lu Ziyan, you have a new WeChat account on your mobile phone."

He looked up from the game video and took the mobile phone on the table.

The screen was on, and the moment he swiped open the lock screen, the light shone into his dark and calm eyes.

The clouds cleared, and it was as warm as a river.

The softness of his eyelashes is like any moment when he holds her.

However, on the day of the semi-finals, the win was not smooth.

Luo Jia had class that night, sitting in the last row of the classroom, her hands were sweating from nervousness.

The students in the class were in the same mood as her. The score was 2:2, and they had reached the fifth set of the tiebreaker. While waiting for the break time for the start of the fifth set, the chat records in the class were flying.

The mistakes in the previous rounds and the strong points of the opposite side were all analyzed in a hype.

It's not just the class group, this competition has been on the top of the trending list all the time, Luo Jia nervously clicked in, and saw countless people just like him, praying for them to win.

Her mobile phone can't support much power. In the middle of the fifth game, only 5.00% of the power is left, and it will automatically shut down at any time.

At that time, there was still some time before the end of get out of class, Luo Jia took advantage of the teacher's inattention, and forgot to be afraid for a moment, sneaked out of the classroom with her bag, and ran all the way towards the nearest shared power bank in the school.

But the teaching building is located on the inside, and it takes at least ten minutes to get out of the teaching building to the commercial street.

She ran out of breath, found the nearest shared power bank before the last 5.00% of the power was exhausted, and scanned the code with the last power.

After charging the battery, she reopened the live streaming software.

However, the game was over at this time, and the camera was no longer on the canyon, but on the players' seats, and the two players shook hands in turn.

The lights spilled into pieces, and she panicked for a moment, not knowing where to go to see who the winner was.

It wasn't until she finally saw the victory lit up on the screen behind the Ss team that she was completely relieved.

Standing at the door of the shared charging treasure shop, breathing is still short of breath that has not subsided after running all the way.

In the evening wind of late summer, she was sweating all over from running, and she had a kind of joy of crying with joy, and she couldn't tell whether she wanted to laugh or cry.

At this moment, I felt that my legs were sore.

The Ss team entered the final.

With a few days of preparation before the final, Lao Dao added Luo Jia's WeChat account and contacted her to go to the final venue together.

Before leaving, Lu Ziyan took the time to tell her many things.

From the weather and temperature over there to where to meet up with Lao Dao, Luo Jia heard someone behind him urging him to come over to prepare for the training match. After he answered, he was not at ease and planned to continue talking to Luo Jia.

Luo Jia sniffed and interrupted him just in time: "Lu Ziyan, you are so long-winded."

He laughed, a little helpless: "It's your first time to travel far, and you came here by yourself again."

She wanted to say in a very firm tone that there was no need to worry about her.

But when it came to his lips, "...don't worry about me."

I also feel that the tone is too much like a child who is crying and refuses to admit it.

In fact, she just missed him too much.

I really want to see him, and then hug him.

Because she wanted to skip class, Luo Jia was very uncertain, so she asked Xu Wei for advice.

When Xu Wei heard that Luo Jia wanted to skip class, she sighed deeply: "Even Jia Jia wants to skip class, is this the power of love?"

Such teasing made her blush every time.

But this time she didn't deny it, she was worried about what to do if she skipped class, "Yes."

Xu Wei made some analysis, "Tomorrow there is only one class in the afternoon, Teacher Liu is not the kind of difficult teacher, and even if she has a sudden whim to check the work, I will help you to say something temporary, because you are in her heart image, maybe you won’t even be allowed to make up the leave note.

Xu Wei patted her on the shoulder, "You can go at ease, nothing will happen."

With Xu Wei's analysis, Luo Jia was not so guilty anymore.

Meet Lao Dao and the others at the airport and go to the city where the final will be held.

After such a long time, she finally saw Lu Ziyan again.

Lao Dao and his hotel were booked opposite to the contestant's hotel, very close.After she arrived, she sent a message to Lu Ziyan, telling him that she had arrived.

This is her first time staying in a hotel outside, and she is a little uncomfortable.

The final is in the afternoon, so he should be resting well at this time.

Then at this moment someone knocked on the door.

She turned her head in a daze, hesitating and daring not to open the door.

At the same time, the phone lights up.

It's Lu Ziyan.

She suddenly had a premonition, jumped off the bed in a hurry, almost lost her footing, and connected the phone.

"Open the door for me."

When he said that, Luo Jia had already reached the door, and hastily stretched out his hand to open the door.

Lu Ziyan was standing in front of her, still wearing a team uniform, with dark eyes and a soft smile. He was holding a mobile phone with a faint light in his hand.

He hung up the phone with his head down, and entered the door, which was closed behind him.

Luo Jia stretched out her arms to hug him, pressing her face close to his chest.

At first I didn't want to distract him, but when I opened my mouth, I couldn't restrain my voice: "I miss you so much."

He didn't speak, and hugged her quietly for a while, before whispering, "I miss you too."

Luo Jia noticed that he was still wearing her hair tie on his wrist.

In the shots during the S game, she could see this hair tie on his wrist, and he seemed to have never taken it off.

He leaned over and hugged her, his chin resting on her shoulder.

Luo Jia looked up at him, "Why are you wearing it all the time?"

He raised his wrist wearing a hair tie, took a look, then went back to hug her, and said with a faint smile, "I'll feel more at ease."

"Are you nervous too?"

"Ah."

"I think they all say that you are like a script without emotion. No big wind and waves can make you nervous. The heart rate of the people watching the game is already off the charts, and you don't even bat an eyelash."

He smiled, "Don't read people talking nonsense on the Internet."

"I also think they are talking nonsense."

"Ok?"

"You are obviously very nervous."

He didn't speak.

Luo Jia's hand sneaked into the hem of his clothes, and her fingers lightly brushed his waist, "You get nervous every time."

He held her hand through the clothes, and said helplessly in a low voice, "I'll go back later."

"You sneaked out?"

"I'm going to say it to get some air."

Luo Jia rolled her eyes and smiled, "Don't be nervous, no matter you win or lose, I will wait for you in the audience."

"During the college entrance examination, I was most afraid of others telling me to take the exam well, because I would feel pressure when I heard it. If I didn't pass the exam, those expectations would turn into disappointment. I like a sentence very much, do your best to wait for the destiny, as long as Once you have done what you have to do, then leave the rest to fate.”

Then she stepped on his ear and kissed him.

"Lu Ziyan, I wish you good luck, you will definitely have good luck."

In the afternoon, Luo Jia followed Lao Dao and the others from the hotel.

There were a lot of people in the company, and a few people met on the plane. She had a vague impression that she was an old LPL player. They had all retired, but they had the same glory when they were playing.And their girlfriends, probably because Lu Ziyan had explained something to these seniors in advance, so the sisters took good care of her along the way and chatted with her very actively.

There are also a few people who are not on the same flight as her, and this is the first time they are meeting.

But they all knew her.

As soon as they met, they asked Lao Dao: "Is this Xiao Lu Jinwu Zangjiao's baby?"

Luo Jia blushed when she heard that.

Sister Mengmeng, Lao Dao's girlfriend, snickered and whispered into her ear: "You don't know how popular the video of Xiao Lu talking about you in the live broadcast is, even those of me who don't care about e-sports My sisters have seen it before, and they asked me if the heroine in this kind of romance novel is particularly beautiful. I said that I had never seen it, and there were not many people in the circle. He didn't let up."

Luo Jia was even more embarrassed.

Her fear of life was true, Lu Ziyan asked her every time if she wanted to go, but she didn't dare to go every time.

Moreover, the matter between Lao Mao and his girlfriend left her with lingering fears, and she had an inexplicable prejudice, always thinking that other people were not easy to get along with.Lu Ziyan told her many times that most people are easy to get along with. Although they are not teammates in the same team as others, they often meet in competitions and training games, and they are friends outside the field.

But she never had the guts to take the first step.

So in fact, Lu Ziyan was just acting as a villain outside, saying that he didn't want her to be disturbed by everyone.

She didn't expect that the version of Jinwu Zangjiao would be spread outside.

Sister Mengmeng has a good personality and is very gentle. She never forgets to take Luo Jia with her when she does everything, so as not to make her dizzy in the huge stadium.

Before the game started, the atmosphere was so enthusiastic that it almost wiped out all five senses.

The commentary on stage was also clearly in high spirits.

Sister Mengmeng was chatting with her, and found that she didn't know much about the game, so she told her a lot about the game, and said that when the new season starts next year, she can take her to watch the game, secretly, Don't tell Lu Ziyan, give him a surprise.

Luo Jia was a little moved by what she said.

Suddenly, Sister Mengmeng stopped chatting and pulled her arm, motioning her to look up.

The big camera at the scene captured the two rows of seats they were sitting in.

The commentator on the stage was also pleasantly surprised: "Many old friends we are familiar with came to the scene today, Lao Dao, Brother Tai, and Qiuqiu are all veterans we are familiar with."

Another commentator: "Several old friends still dragged their families and came together to cheer for the Ss team."

"It's only after you said this that I realized that there is a new face sitting in it. Could it be—"

"Stop it, stop it, the most important thing for our players on the field is a mentality."

"I didn't say anything."

"I didn't say anything either."

The style of the two commentators is notoriously humorous. Neither of them said a word, but it turned out that they said everything.

The camera is just a brief glance.

Luo Jia didn't relax from the high tension until seeing the cut screen.

Sister Mengmeng patted her on the back: "Don't be so nervous, you will be nervous when the game starts later."

In fact, in the finals that day, she was really nervous and made her sweat.

The final got off to a rough start.

The Ss team lost two rounds at the beginning, as long as they lose one more round, the game will end here, and all the voices will stop abruptly with the ebb.

After losing the first two rounds, Luo Jia didn't even dare to listen to the surrounding voices.

Lao Dao and the others were analyzing the situation of the two rounds, she couldn't help but listen attentively, only hearing some positive words could relieve her tension and uneasiness.

At the beginning of the third round, Lao Dao looked at the stage and said, "It's okay, I am very familiar with the appearance of these children. It seems that not only did they not lose, they even found a solution to the problem, and they can still fight."

Lao Dao was indeed right. After losing the first two rounds in a row, their state was not affected, and they even became more courageous as they frustrated.

The next two innings were won.

The score came to a two-to-two tie, the fifth game, the deciding game.

She thought that she comforted Lu Ziyan not to be nervous before the game, but in the end, she was the one who was nervous.

Her palms had already been clenched, and there were a few dents on her palms from her nails.

Sister Mengmeng sensed Luo Jia's uneasiness, and distracted her attention by chatting with her.

Because Luo Jia is a mystery to people inside and outside the circle, the few people who know her are from Lu Ziyan. Because of Lu Ziyan's Hanbok ID, everyone calls her Xiao Luo.

Sister Mengmeng curiously asked her name.

After she said it, Sister Mengmeng thought for a while: "How do you write this word? Good for a beautiful woman, good for a reward?"

She shook her head: "Jian Jia's Jia."

Sister Mengmeng suddenly thought of it, "The reeds are green, and the white dew is frost."

Luo Jia nodded: "Yeah."

"The reeds are green, and the white dew is frost. The so-called Yiren are on the side of the water." Sister Mengmeng laughed and said, "Your name is really nice."

She said helplessly: "It's just that this word list is a bit uncommon. When I was in elementary school, I was often mispronounced by others, and some people even used nicknames."

"That's because they are uneducated. Your name is really nice."

Just after finishing speaking, Miss Mengmeng stopped the topic and said excitedly, "Ah, ah, look, look, look, this wave of Xiao Lu, one, two, three kills! Four kills!! Oh my God Ahhhhh-"

The scene has long been submerged by sound waves.

The commentator's mouth was fast and non-stop, and with a bang, the commentator shouted loudly: "Push up and push up, now Crow just needs to push up!"

"Is it going to win? Is it going to win? Can we shout that sentence—"

"This scene is too familiar. We still remember that in last year's finals, Xia, who was flying all over the sky, helped her teammates sacrifice their fallen bodies one after another, and destroyed the crystals on the opposite side one after another with her own hands."

"This young team won the World Championship last year, but this spring did not go very well. Now, they have once again used their methods to make us remember their names."

"Let's say that again—"

"we are the champion!"

Until the bright gold foil fell from the sky and the lights were like daylight, Luo Jia was still staring blankly at the distant competition stage.

In a trance.

It seems to be a sleepy public class in an afternoon last year.

She saw the League of Legends game for the first time on her classmate's mobile phone.

In the grand and enthusiastic upsurge, she looked at Xia who was holding the feather in her hand, lighting the highland crystal on the opposite side again and again.

The audience is cheering, when the blood boils.

She was thinking lonely.

The person who taught her how to light a lantern will never come back.

The lights behind it were bright and dazzling. From a long distance away, she was looking at the stage like the countless eyes in the crowd.

From a distance, she couldn't see his face clearly.

But he was in the center, the center of all the world she could see.

In fact, she also saw such a scene a long, long time ago, but it was just a casual glance at that time, which flashed across her memory in a hurry.

The day she handed him that pen.

Those tiny memories are all connected in series.

Jiang Chi, this was his previous name.

He said that because his father died early due to an accident, he was brought up by his mother when he was young. At that time, his stepfather was just an acquaintance with his family and took good care of his family. The Internet cafe where she met him in junior high school It's his stepfather who runs it.

Later, due to years of acquaintance and support, he married his mother. Later, he decided to play professionally, and his stepfather also supported him.

It can be said that although he is not his biological father, he has always played the role of father in his life, so before he became an adult, his name was changed to Lu Ziyan.

At first, he was just a fragment of her memory.

But this man impressed her.

a decade ago.

Attached small auditorium.

Luo Jia's grades have been very good since she was a child, and she is obedient and sensible. She was selected by the teacher as the freshman representative of that class and sat in the front row.

Because she is so well protected by her parents, her understanding of the world is much slower, and she is ignorant and innocent about many things. She only regards it as a ceremony that the teacher values ​​very much. All she has to do is to be obedient and follow the teacher's requirements , came to the stage obediently, nodded obediently, came back and sat down obediently.

That day was the ceremony when the students of her class began to wear red scarves, and sat in the school's largest auditorium in clean and tidy school uniforms.

Next to each new student is a row of seniors from the previous class. After the ceremony is over, the previous students will put red scarves on the new students.

Luo Jia is not.

She is a part of the ceremony. She has to go on stage, and on the stage where everyone is watching, she will be worn by the outstanding student representatives of the previous session.

She ignorantly listened to the teacher's process. She was used to obedience, so she didn't ask anything, and she did what the teacher said.

She only vaguely knew that the person wearing the red scarf was a senior, the monitor of the previous eugenics class, with very good grades and a nice person.

The principal spoke, the teacher spoke, and she sat on her little stool so well that the teacher was very satisfied.

And the senior who wanted to wear a red scarf for her was also standing on the stage at that time.

But she felt a little sleepy ignorantly, without any mood swings, just like treating the homework assigned by the teacher every day, just finish it well.

I only vaguely remember that senior's back was very straight, and countless pairs of eyes stared at him, but he was calm and composed, standing on it like the center of the world.

When it was her turn to take the stage, she became nervous instead.

Following several other outstanding students who were selected together, my mind went blank with nervousness, and I followed the other students throughout the whole process, where to stand, what actions to do, and to follow mechanically and nervously.

Probably her nervousness was too obvious.

The senior who was in charge of wearing the red scarf on her smiled.

Due to the proximity, his laughter was not obvious, but it happened that she could hear it.

Her mind was blank and numb, and she looked up at him blankly.

His eyelashes drooped, his eyes were on the action of tying the red scarf on her, but the words were addressed to her: "Your name is Luo Jia?"

"Ah."

"The name is nice."

With just such a few short sentences, after the action of tying the red scarf ended, there was no further continuation.

But I don't know if it was because she distracted her attention, she was no longer as nervous as when she first came up, and the process of standing on the stage waiting for the teacher to finish speaking became more calm.

Until he stepped off the stage and sat back on his small bench.

Only then did she completely relax from the tension she was hanging high, and then she slowly remembered that the senior was praising her name for being nice.

Due to being called by wrong names and nicknames since she was a child, she once hated her own name.

Few people say that her name sounds nice.

Moreover, she is a very good senior, who just gave her a red scarf.

She was a little bolder, and raised a little height to look at the seat over to the senior.

It's just that she is not tall enough, and there are teachers sitting next to her, her sight is completely blocked, so she can't see anything.

So the little bit of fluctuations that sprang up converged back.

Afterwards, there was no part for her. She obediently sat on her stool the whole time. She was bored listening to the teacher's speech, so she kept listening to the background music played in a low voice on the stereo.

Because the volume is not loud, I can only vaguely hear the tune, but I don't know what the lyrics are.

She didn't see the senior again until the ceremony ended and she didn't know the name of the song. She only remembered that the tune was very gentle.

When she heard the song again, she finally knew the name of the song.

The school radio is very fond of playing this song. She also listens to this song on TV every day during the exercise session between classes. She also listens to it often, so she memorizes the tune and can hum it anytime.

The day I knew the title of the song was because of that senior.

It was already in the third grade at that time, and the teacher began to teach writing with a pen.

She saw a beautiful pen in the stationery store, and her mother said that she could be rewarded for being the first in the grade.

So she reviewed day and night, but she only got No.3 that year.

She was sad for a long time because of this.

When I was young, I still maintained some instinctive rebellion, not so obedient, and it was the first time I understood what it was to miss when I was obsessed with what I wanted to have.

Every day after school, she will go home on time.

After she finished cleaning the classroom on duty that day, she sat on the steps at the door of the teaching building, rebellious and depressed, and did not go home for a long time.

As the sunset gradually faded, fewer and fewer students passed by on the school road after school, from bustling to quiet.

Only the school radio was playing the song that she could hum but didn't know the name of slowly playing.

The senior appeared at this time. He walked to her side and squatted down with her, and asked her why she didn't go home. It would be unsafe when it was dark.

She had a vague impression that she was the monitor of the first grade, with good grades, who tied a red scarf for her.

Also, I said her name sounds nice.

So she was depressed for a while, and then told him the reason. She said that she didn't like the pen very much, but the feeling of failure made her very depressed.

He didn't speak.

The school's loudspeaker sang slowly, hovering over the campus.

When he sang a certain lyrics, he said, "Did you hear it just now?"

She was depressed alone and didn't pay attention, "What?"

"The sentence just sung, let us look forward to a better tomorrow."

She looked up and focused on listening to the song on the radio.

She suddenly asked: "The school always plays this song, but I don't know its name."

"Tomorrow will be better." The senior said, "This is the name of the song."

He reached out to hold her arm and pulled her up: "go home early."

She was afraid of the dark since she was a child, and as it was getting late, she didn't hold back anymore and went home.

Because I went back too late, I was inevitably told by my parents.

She listened with a sullen head, and then went back to her room to do her homework.

After finishing her homework, she remembered what happened after school, hurried to the study, turned on the computer, and searched for the title of the song.

I didn't know the title of the song before, so I just hummed along to the school radio, but now looking at the lyrics I searched on the Internet, it is much clearer what each sentence is singing.

She took out one of her favorite notebooks and copied the lyrics on the first page.

When I went to class the next day, when I put my schoolbag on the desk, I looked down and saw a box in my desk.

Lying inside was the pen she had been thinking about.

She didn't tell anyone about the pen, except the senior she met yesterday.

Doing exercises between classes, she deliberately looked towards the seniors.

He is the class monitor, standing at the front, she saw him when she passed by, separated from her classmates, and the teacher was there, she didn't dare to say hello loudly, she just smiled at him, happy.

The song is still playing on the radio.

Because I copied the lyrics once, I can clearly hum the lyrics of each sentence at this time, and sing along with the loudspeaker in my heart.

The senior also saw her, with dark eyes, and smiled at her.

The sun was shining brightly, and as the wind blew past, bright gold leaf dropped on his eyelashes, and he stood in that quiet heat.

The sentence she heard sung on the radio was that the spring breeze blows the heart of a young man with incomprehensible style.

Sleeves were torn.

Sister Mengmeng pointed to the stage and whispered to her, "Your Lu Ziyan."

From far away, Luo Jia saw the figure in the bright light.

Suddenly at this moment, belatedly, I realized that the palms that I had held tightly for a long time had been involuntarily loosened.

He was holding the trophy and standing next to the host, the sky full of light scattered on his shoulders, he seemed to be standing in the Milky Way.

The host asked questions one by one. His tone was quiet, and he answered every question gently and calmly, as calm as he always was, but the cheers present could not be stopped. Every time he answered a sentence, the scene would be followed by restlessness.

"Finally, is there anything else you want to say to everyone?"

On the stage where everyone was watching, the host once again handed the microphone to the person who was being interviewed next to him.

The audience fell silent again, waiting for Lu Ziyan's answer.

However, after he took the microphone, he did not speak for a long time.

All that remained was the scattered golden foil, and his dark eyes.

But his silhouette became quieter inch by inch in the light, and the daytime light seemed to be slowed down.

His eyelashes were lowered, thin and dense, like crow's feathers, no one knew what he was thinking at this moment.

During the few seconds when he was silent and didn't speak, the whole audience also fell silent with him, waiting for his last answer.

Lao Dao was joking with a few old team members beside him: "This topic is really embarrassing for Xiao Lu. You can see that he answered everything in a satisfactory manner. The last question actually allows him to play freely. I bet he will only speak for ten seconds at most on this question. .”

He was still quiet, holding the microphone with his eyes down, standing in the light of the sky, but his outline was softened inch by inch.

Finally, he slowly raised his eyelashes, "Finally, I would like to thank a very special person."

Having said that, he smiled a little, in the light and softness of thousands of stars.

The restlessness in the audience suddenly quieted down, as if it had stopped following his smile.

Holding the microphone, he looked at the distant front across the sea of ​​people, his eyes were gentle but firm.

"It's actually difficult to get through this year. I'm not a person who likes to talk about my depression. Most of the time, I'm silent. I also thought about being cowardly for a while. If I'm silent, can I hide. In fact, I don't have what everyone says He said so calmly, and he was not as nervous as everyone thought. I have doubted many times, whether I can still stand in this place, and if I am lucky enough to be here, what will I be like? Mood."

"When we lost two games in a row, our coach saw that I didn't say a word and told me not to put too much pressure on me. I told him that I was not anxious, I was just thinking about the past, thinking about the past when I made a decision A note someone wrote me when I became a pro gamer."

"She said, just do what you want, as long as it is what you think is right, it must be meaningful."

"Before today's game, that person told me that she likes a sentence very much, do your best to wait for the destiny, as long as you do what you should do, then leave the rest to fate."

"She also said, Lu Ziyan, I wish you good luck, you will definitely have good luck."

The lights flickered silently, like thousands of gentle falling stars.

He looked down at his wrist, and the starlight seemed to melt into his eyes at any moment, "Actually, I have always believed that good luck favored me."

"Otherwise, why, whenever I can't find my way, you will appear."

"You can see the uneasiness and collapse that I hide and don't want to say, and you are willing to accompany me quietly without saying anything. When you hold my hand and believe in me in your eyes, I feel, It turns out that good luck has been on my side.”

"At the moment when the crystal was pushed down in the fifth game, I took a look at the audience, and there was never any