[E-sports] On the road is not a two-way road!

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Jiang Sizhen signed a half-year probationary contract with WG. If he can't get in through the whole spring split, then he will definitely not renew his contract for the summer split.

What's more, just based on his jungler's work in these few games, he didn't show his worth at all, not to mention asking for leave temporarily, his professional attitude can't be called dedication. Whether WG Club will renew his contract for the summer split is really a question.

"Yangzi, are you on a good relationship with Lai Fu?" Manager Liu asked, he still wanted Jiang Sizhen to come back to save the situation, "Why don't you go and persuade him?"

What big family matter can make a professional e-sports player take such a long vacation?To put it bluntly, even if a loved one dies, you shouldn't take three months off!

After three months without a systematic training match and rank, can he still adapt to this ever-changing game?

He Qingyang was a little embarrassed, he opened his mouth, but he couldn't say what he had broken up with Jiang Sizhen.

His teammates, as well as him, knew how long he had prepared for this spring season and how much he had paid.

"Manager—" He Qingyang opened his mouth, only to realize that his voice was hoarse, like the harsh sound of nails scratching on a frosted blackboard.

"He... what happened to his house?"

This problem has troubled He Qingyang for a long time. Jiang Sizhen borrowed usurious loans, so it is enough to pay back the money?Why are you getting involved with things at home?He couldn't figure it out.

Manager Liu shook his head, "I called him just now, but he didn't make it clear..."

There was a lot of noise on the other end of the phone, Jiang Sizhen hung up in a hurry without saying a word, and only said that he would come back immediately after finishing the housework——

Who knows when he'll be back.

"Are you free? Why don't you go find him?" Manager Liu just mentioned it casually, without any expectations.How can anyone be so free to block people at other people's doors?Don't be afraid to be annoying.

"it is good."

"I'll go find him."

Manager Liu looked at He Qingyang in astonishment. At this time, He Qingyang raised his head, and his eyes could not hide the exhaustion.

"I said—" he turned up the volume, "I'll go find him..."

"I'm going to find Jiang Sizhen."

Hao Ren slapped He Qingyang's shoulder heavily, and his angry expression became sympathetic again: "Thank you for your hard work, brother."

"Whether I can earn back my 2000 yuan depends on you."

Don't rely on me, He Qingyang smiled wryly, thinking to himself, he doesn't even know if he can be relied on.

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At the end of March, the weather in City W has begun to warm up, but Jiang Sizhen's hometown, City J, is still freezing cold.

He Qingyang got off the plane and took the bus for several hours before arriving in this small fifth-tier city.

At the beginning, I was really fascinated by ghosts.He Qingyang shivered and squeezed the down jacket tightly, wishing to shrink his whole face into his neck.

It's cold, it's really cold.

A small snot bubble emerged from the tip of He Qingyang's red nose. He sniffed his nose vigorously, and the snot bubble burst with a bang, and the mucus stuck to the tip of his nose. The sticky touch made him feel sick and uncomfortable.

The snow in J City was falling thickly, and the sneakers made a creaking sound when stepping on the thick snow.

He Qingyang reached out and stopped a taxi.

"Master, go to Xilin Community."

"Xilin Community," the taxi driver turned his head to look at He Qingyang, and said with a smile, "Is he a stranger?"

"En." He Qingyang pressed his hand, and there was already a swollen red lump on his hand, which began to itch in the heated compartment.

"I don't want to go anywhere in this Xilin community. The place is full of old houses, the land is difficult to walk, and the location is remote—" the driver slyly put aside the conversation.

How could He Qingyang not know what the driver meant.

"Master, be quick, let's say a price." He Qingyang took out his mobile phone from his pocket, and the screen after fingerprint unlocking stayed on the WeChat chat with Jiang Sizhen.

The recent chat records were all sent by him, and Jiang Sizhen did not reply to him.

"I've come to City J."

He typed the last word, the message was sent successfully, but there was still no reply from the other side.

"Okay," the driver responded happily, and started the car. The snow chains on the tires rolled over the snow, leaving criss-cross marks.

"Didn't the young man come here for a trip? There's not much fun in our backcountry. Is he here to find a girlfriend?" The driver was very talkative, gossiping in an old-fashioned tone.

"...I don't have a girlfriend."

He Qingyang's mind suddenly recalled that quarrel, the first quarrel with Jiang Sizhen who was neither good nor expected.

"How is it possible? You kid, don't lie to me. I know very well if I came to see my girlfriend," the driver grinned, "You are a young man who refuses to admit it, I can see it much more."

"I really don't have a girlfriend," He Qingyang said helplessly. Seeing that the driver wanted to say something else, he subconsciously added, "I'm here to see my boyfriend."

The atmosphere in the car suddenly became silent, and He Qingyang could only hear the whirring heating.

Sweat broke out in the palm of his hand, he let go of the sweaty palm, and wiped it awkwardly on his black cotton trousers.

"You're here to find that kid surnamed Jiang, aren't you?" The smile on the driver's face disappeared.

Surname Jiang?Boy friend?

"Master, are you... are you talking about Jiang Sizhen?" He Qingyang hesitated for a moment, and he saw that Jiang Sizhen seemed to be quite 'famous' here, but this reputation might not be very good.

Sure enough, the driver curled his lips slightly and said, "Who else could it be? He is the only one here. He doesn't work or study, and he doesn't have much future."

"Mom and Dad have suffered for giving birth to such a thing, and they have suffered eight lifetimes of misfortune..."

"His parents are not very good, I can only say that they are worthy of a family—"

He Qingyang wanted to ask some more questions, but the driver was not ready to ask.

He slammed on the brake and said briefly and rudely: "Here we are, get out of the car."

His attitude was completely different from just now.

After paying the money and getting out of the car, He Qingyang was still regretting the sentence he blurted out just now, for some reason, his brain short-circuited at that time, and he said it out loud.

It's ridiculous, how could he say that he came to see his boyfriend?Obviously, it is estimated that they are not even friends now.

The snow fell heavier, and the fluffy snowflakes floated down, wet He Qingyang's eyelashes and cheeks.

He reached out to pull up the hat of the down jacket, and the brim of the hat was pressed down so low that the road in front of him was not very clear.

Silently reading the house number of Jiang Sizhen's house, He Qingyang searched for the way.

The driver was right. This Xilin community is indeed full of old houses. The red wall paint fell off in a mottled manner and blended with the white snow, revealing spots of taupe walls.

The road is very narrow, and the houses on both sides are very close together, completely blocking the already gray sky.

He Qingyang turned on the flashlight, and the light pen of the flashlight shot straight out, illuminating a figure behind the wall.

It was a mass of black, bloated figures, which looked very familiar.

"—Jiang Sizhen?"

He Qingyang shouted.

[The author has something to say: the next few chapters will follow the emotional line]