take away the light

"Congratulations to DAR for winning the championship!"

"DAR is awesome! DAR is awesome!"

The fans shouted wildly and waved the DAR flag, the sound was enough to lift the roof of the venue.

Ning Heng took off his earphones and turned his sore wrist stiffly. These five rounds were played with unprecedented seriousness and concentration, with a high degree of concentration throughout.

This is not just as simple as winning the game, he needs to prove himself, let his teammates see his sincerity, and relieve his grudges.

Ning Heng's back was wet all over, his temples were wet, and there was a thin layer of sweat on the tip of his nose.Relaxed now, leaning on the gaming chair and panting slightly.

Jiang Jiang wiped his sweat for him, and said with a smile, "Thanks for your hard work, what we saw today really opened our eyes."

"Damn it, Ning Heng, hurry up and tell the truth!" After winning the game, Qin Bei looked happy, "When did you practice sniping? I've never seen you play before!"

Ning Heng raised his chin with a smug expression, "Can you control it?"

"Ning Heng, your sniper is really powerful," Zhao Yan praised, "You can even catch up with the captain."

Ning Heng looked at Qiao Yuyang, but saw that the man looked calm and didn't intend to answer.

"..." Ning Heng pursed his lips, and the joy of winning the game was halved.

The five packed up their peripherals and prepared to go backstage for an interview.

Ning Heng was exhausted physically, his arms were sore and weak, and the hand holding the bag trembled slightly.When he walked to the door, he was bumped by Qin Bei again, and his hand lost his strength, and the bag fell to the ground with a muffled sound.

Their equipment is all custom-made, just a headset, a mouse, there must be millions if not tens of millions.As e-sports players, the peripheral package is their second life, and only with convenient equipment can they maximize their strength.

Qin Bei was very aware of this, and he took the lead in apologizing, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

Normally, Ning Heng would have exploded long ago, but today he was not in that mood, with a sullen face, and slowly bent down to pick it up.

The arm next to him picked up the bag faster than him, and carried it on his shoulder smoothly, and then, a warm and strong hand supported him.

"Walk carefully." Qiao Yuyang glanced at Qin Bei, "As far as your live broadcast reward fee is concerned, can you afford it if it breaks?"

"Why can't I afford it? I have a small treasury, okay?!" Qin Bei snorted, "Who do you look down on!"

Ning Heng felt the warmth from the hands on his arms, and knew that the breath of alpha was lightly soaking into his tired body, calming his restless emotions like a warm current.

He turned his head and met Qiao Yuyang's indifferent eyes, and whispered: "Captain..."

"Interview first." Qiao Yuyang pulled him out of the competition room.

I ran into people from other teams one after another in the spacious corridor, and bumped into KIK who also came out of the competition room.

Ran Peng looked at Qiao Yuyang and smiled, "Congratulations on winning the championship."

Qiao Yuyang didn't respond, and pulled Ning Heng past him.

Ran Peng happened to be standing on the right side of Ning Heng, his eyes fell on the black diamond earring, and he was stunned for a moment.

"Loper." He stopped Ning Heng.

Ning Heng stopped, and was held by the hand and pulled Qiao Yuyang, indicating to wait a moment.

Qiao Yuyang immediately let go, and Ning Heng held it back quickly, turned to look at Ran Peng, and called out obediently: "Ran God."

"It was pretty hard this afternoon." Ran Peng laughed, "It's really merciless."

Ning Heng smiled shyly, and said neither humble nor overbearing: "Sorry, I want to win the championship."

Qiao Yuyang asked coldly: "Why should we apologize to him for winning the championship?"

"He's my fan." Ran Peng smiled half-smile, "Shouldn't I apologize for breaking my head several times this afternoon?"

Ning Heng obviously felt that Qiao Yuyang's air pressure was cold and low, so he held hands and began to exert force. Ning Heng's fingers were squeezed so painfully that his bones seemed to be dislocated.

"Ran Shen, we are going to interview," Ning Heng rarely stood up as a peacemaker, "...let's talk next time?"

"Okay, let's talk next time." Ran Peng stepped forward, patted Ning Heng's shoulder friendly, and said meaningfully: "The earrings are pretty, and they suit you very well."

Before Ning Heng could say thank you, he was dragged away by Qiao Yuyang in a big stride.

"Hiss..." Ning Heng took a breath, retracted his pinched hands, and couldn't keep up with his steps, "You...you slow down."

The next second, Qiao Yuyang let go, and Ning Heng's heart was suddenly empty, and he looked up to find that they had already arrived at the interview site.

His skin was very fair, and he was at an immature age. In just a short while, the entire palm of his hand was already red, with faint finger marks on it, and he looked inexplicably abusive.

"Wakely, hello." Guang Guang greeted them with a smile, "Congratulations to DAR for winning the championship."

Qiao Yuyang nodded, "Thank you."

"Everyone sit down."

The chairs were lined up, and the DAR team members sat down one by one. Jiang Jiang dragged Qin Bei to sit at the end first. Zhao Yan naturally didn't dare to move forward and sat down in line. Ning Heng and Qiao Yuyang naturally sat next to each other.

Guang Guang sat next to Qiao Yuyang, "Let's just have a short interview and ask a few questions. First of all, Captain Qiao Shen, this time the style of play is obviously different from before. Everyone can see that it is more aggressive and aggressive. Is it inevitable to win the championship this time?"

"It is definitely inevitable to win the championship, but it has nothing to do with the style of play." Qiao Yuyang replied, "Everyone cooperates more tacitly and can keep up with the rhythm."

"Speaking of tacit understanding, I have to mention Loper." Guang Guang looked at the beautiful and indifferent young man, "Ning Shen has only been in the team for about a month, and he can cooperate so well with DAR. Work hard."

Ning Shen said indifferently: "Fortunately, just run in a few times."

"Everyone knows that you are a fan of Ran Peng, and everyone is looking forward to the confrontation between you and Ran Shen. But in the morning game, you had an obvious pause. Is it because you are not going to fight Ran Shen?"

Guang Guang smiled on the surface, but the questions he asked were quite sharp, and he didn't even give Ning Heng any way out. He directly hinted that he was letting go of his idol, which led to DAR falling to No.2.

With this wave of rhythm, no matter how Ning Heng answers, he will inevitably be attacked by netizens.

Ning Heng frowned, "No..."

"It's his first time participating in a competition, so he will inevitably be a little nervous." Qiao Yuyang opened his mouth, looked at Guangguang casually, raised his chin slightly, the sharp jaw line outlined a handsome side face, and his deep eyes gave a strong sense of oppression , "I believe everyone has seen Loper's performance in the five games in the afternoon. He killed Wolf three times in the five games and won the best mvp in the game, right? Guang Guang."

Bare swallowed dryly, his back tensed, and he laughed dryly, "Well, that's right, Ningshen was very fierce this afternoon, and he played very beautifully, and he didn't show mercy because of his admiration for Wolf. Well... our next question is Ask Fire's..."

Ning Heng looked at Qiao Yuyang, and rubbed the hand on his knee that was reddened just now. Now the pain has faded. I don't know if it is an illusion, but there is a slight numbness.

After the interview, You Fan and Lao Zou were waiting for them in the background. You Fan smiled and praised Ning Heng for playing well in the afternoon, and many sponsors came to him to discuss cooperation.

"Now that the game is over, can we have a completely happy time?" Qin Bei's eyes were shining brightly.

"Is it up to you to say that?" You Fan said pompously, "I've reserved a seat a long time ago, and I'm waiting for the celebration banquet!"

Qin Bei rushed forward and gave You Fan a bear hug, "Mother You, I love you!!!"

"Go away, grandpa is male, but he likes female." You Fan kicked him rudely, "It's still early, you guys go back to your room to rest, and meet in the hotel lobby at seven o'clock."

The organizer's bus sent them back, and when they got on the bus, Qiao Yuyang sat down at a random place and closed his eyes to rest.

Ning Heng looked at the empty seat next to him, and slowed down.

"Could you walk faster?" Qin Bei rolled his eyes and squeezed his way from behind. "There are so many empty seats and you don't know where to sit? Stand in the middle to block others."

Ning Heng glared at Qin Bei, and sat down beside Qiao Yuyang.

Qin Bei was not the one to stop, he was excitedly discussing with everyone where he planned to go after dinner at night, and what specialties he would buy to take home.

There were laughter and laughter in the carriage, but Ning Heng was the only one who was quiet here. Taking advantage of his eyes being closed, he boldly looked at Qiao Yuyang's quiet and handsome face.

Alpha's breath was close at hand, Ning Heng leaned slightly towards him, shoulder to shoulder, arm to arm.

"Captain! You said before that if you win the championship, you can play for a few more days. Does that count?" Qin Bei asked loudly.

"Two days."

Ning Heng was terrified by Qiao Yuyang's sudden noise, so he quickly sat upright, his heart was beating wildly, his palms were sweating as if he had been caught doing something wrong.

With the approval, Qin Bei was very happy, and even planned to buy a big box for storing things.

Ning Heng turned a deaf ear to the conversation behind, and carefully glanced at the person next to him, making sure that he hadn't opened his eyes before he was relieved.

"Ning Heng, do you have anything to buy?" You Fan asked, "Do you want to bring some roast ducks home?"

"...Let's talk about it later." Ning Heng replied absent-mindedly.

Back at the hotel, everyone went to their rooms, Ning Heng followed Qiao Yuyang, silent all the way.

Feeling the enthusiasm of Qiao Yuyang before, there will be a sharp contrast with the indifference now.

Looking at Alpha's tall and wide back, Ning Heng felt inexplicably sad.

He really didn't do it on purpose, he has tried his best to make up for it...

Why... still ignore him...

There was a tingling pain in the nostrils, like eating a broken lemon, sour and astringent, but also accompanied by a strong aftertaste of bitterness.The heart and lungs were all affected by the soreness, and it was throbbing and painful.

The door opened, Qiao Yuyang put down their peripheral bags, turned and went to the bathroom.

Ning Heng paused at the door for a few seconds, went in and sat on the bed, looked down at the red marks on his wrists that hadn't dissipated, and remained silent.

The water flow in the bathroom stopped, and soon Ning Heng felt an oppressive shadow appearing in front of him. He squatted down with long legs, and then his hand was held, and a wet towel was wrapped around his wrist, and the scalding temperature eased. Looking at the wrist that was sore from the game.

Ning Heng's gloomy eyes moved slightly, slowly raised his head, blinked, his eyes were a little wet, "You...what are you doing?"

"Isn't your hand hurting?" Qiao Yuyang said.

Ning Heng moved his fingertips, hooked Qiao Yuyang's little finger, and murmured: "Are you still angry? I didn't mean it, you...don't believe me?"

Qiao Yuyang met his wet eyes and asked back: "If I didn't believe you, how could I agree to let you play this afternoon?"

"You're still angry." Ning Heng's eyes were slightly red, and his breathing was a bit short of breath.

Qiao Yuyang: "When you blocked your career in exchange for a chance to save it, I knew you didn't mean it."

Ning Heng looked at him eagerly, "Then..."

"Ning Heng, do you like Ran Peng so much?" Qiao Yuyang's deep eyes met Omega's pupils, "You like it so much that you can't even play it in a virtual game?"

"...No." Ning Heng felt pain in his heart, and he didn't know how to explain it. A trace of blood appeared on his pale lips, "I...I..."

"You don't need to explain to me." Qiao Yuyang turned the towel over and covered his other hand, "This is your own business, and I have no obligation to know. But as my captain, I solemnly remind you that if you do it again, I will I will directly replace your starting position, and I will also consider whether it is suitable for you to stay in DAR."

Ning Heng nodded, and apologized again dully, "I know, there will be no next time."

After the heat of the towel subsided, Qiao Yuyang rubbed his wrist, "It still hurts?"

Ning Heng shook his head.

Qiao Yuyang stood up and put the towel on the table, "It's only past five o'clock, if you feel tired, go to sleep."

Ning Heng looked up at him, "What about you?"

"I'll go to You Fan's room and talk to him about something." Qiao Yuyang turned and walked towards the door, just as he grabbed the handle, someone grabbed his arm.

The person behind him exerted great force, his fingertips sank into the alpha firm texture, and his fingertips turned white.

Qiao Yuyang turned his head and looked at the man who lowered his head and hesitated to speak, "What's wrong?"

After a while, Ning Heng summoned up his courage, raised his misted eyes, and asked uncertainly, "Qiao Yuyang, do you...don't like me because of this?"

The author says:

Ning Heng really knew that he was wrong... Hey...