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

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There are quite a lot of people in the Internet cafes late at night. Whether it is a big city or a small city, the nights of Internet cafes are always very lively. He Qingyang's ears are instantly filled with the excited shouts and curses of his teammate when he is in trouble.

"Come with me." Jiang Sizhen held He Qingyang's wrist and said, "I know where there are vacant seats."

He Qingyang looked down at Jiang Sizhen holding his hand, nodded slightly, and did not speak.

In such a cold weather, there is only one old desktop air conditioner "humming" in the small Internet cafe, and the hot air from the air conditioner cannot warm the entire inner room that is gluttonous.Jiang Sizhen's palms were sweaty, and his hand touched He Qingyang's wrist, passing this slight heat to him.

"Are you so afraid of me?" He Qingyang asked suddenly.

"..." Jiang Sizhen was startled, he turned his head to look at He Qingyang in panic, and the hand holding He Qingyang bounced away like an electric shock.

His fingers curled up awkwardly, and he coughed twice in a muffled voice.

"I'm not," he raised his head arguingly, "I'm not afraid of you."

Jiang Sizhen hasn't cut his hair for a long time, and his bangs have grown to the tip of his eyebrows.He Qingyang always thought that Jiang Sizhen's hair was of a hard texture, just like his temper, cold and stubborn.But he only discovered today that Jiang Sizhen's hair is actually very soft, and his thin and soft bangs are raised in front of his forehead disobediently, making him look like a panicked little animal.

"Just kidding." He Qingyang chuckled, then hooked his shoulder, "Don't be so serious——"

He slowed down his voice, and the ending rose again, like a small hook, gently and slowly scratching Jiang Sizhen's heart, making his heart soften into a piece of cotton candy that was greasy with sugar stains.

"Here, we're here!" Jiang Sizhen broke free from He Qingyang's shoulders, his face was hot, and a little blush slowly appeared on his cheeks. He pointed to the seat in the corner in front and said, "Let's go quickly."

The empty seat Jiang Sizhen mentioned was in a corner of the Internet cafe, and the lighting here was not good, and the dense dust had nowhere to hide under the dim light of the incandescent lamp.

Jiang Sizhen turned on the two computers with ease, the computer made an overwhelmed "buzzing" sound, the familiar prompt sounded, and the computer turned on.

He pulled the seat out for him.

"It's been a long time since we've played in duos. Shall we have a match?"

Jiang Sizhen clicked on the familiar Battle of Heroes game icon on the desktop, and invited He Qingyang to a double row.

It seems that Jiang Sizhen invited him to the first duo with him, right?He Qingyang thought so.He stood there without taking a seat, nor did he respond to Jiang Sizhen.

He just stood behind Jiang Sizhen, watching him open the game and log in to the account while unscrewing the Nutrition Express as usual at the base.

After not getting a response for a long time, Jiang Sizhen turned to look at him.

"what happened?"

"It's nothing, it's just that I don't want to play games today." He Qingyang looked down at Jiang Sizhen's hair spinning, and for the first time felt like a bastard who bullied children.

"...Do you think the conditions here are not good?" Jiang Sizhen's knuckles holding the mouse turned slightly white, "It's really slow to play games here, you can tell me if you don't want to come here, we can change places... "

"It's not for this reason." He Qingyang interrupted him, he looked at Jiang Sizhen's eyes, his always smiling eyes narrowed slightly, showing a little sarcasm, "Did you forget something—"

In this small corner, in this place where no one noticed, he said word by word: "The purpose of my coming to you this time is to ask if you can go back to play the game; money."

"Of course," he shrugged, and said tolerantly, "If you can go back to play the game, you can let go of paying back the money for a while."

"I really have something to do at home, brother, brother Yang, go back and talk to Manager Liu..." Jiang Sizhen let go of the mouse, and he looked at the mouse full of begging just like he asked He Qingyang to lend him money last time. with him.

You see, Jiang Sizhen still calls him 'Brother'.

"It's not that I don't want to go back to the base, but that I really can't go back recently..."

He Qingyang endured and endured, did he come all the way here just to stay up all night in double row with Jiang Sizhen in this small broken Internet cafe?Do you really think he is idle and boring? !

"You signed a contract for half a year, right?"

Jiang Sizhen didn't expect him to ask this, and his tone paused strangely.

"Yes, the contract expires this summer."

"If you don't go back, you don't want to play bpl this year." He Qingyang calmed down and said lightly, "I'm not scaring you. You have seen our WG results this season. To be honest, this result is really good. Very bad."

"You know how you played in the S7 World Championship last year. If you don't renew your contract in the summer split, you may only be able to play BDL."

He Qingyang is not talking nonsense, it is a fact.What's more, if their performance in the WG Summer Split is as bad as the Spring Split, not to mention the S8 World Championship, they will even have to go to the relegation match against the last-to-last team in bpl, and if they lose, they will be relegated to bdl team.

He didn't say this to Jiang Sizhen, it was unnecessary, really unnecessary.Jiang Sizhen may not be able to fight him for a few games. Is it useful for him to sell WG?

"I'm sorry, but my father..." Jiang Sizhen choked up for a moment, and his complexion turned gray visibly.

He slowly hugged his head and buried it on the computer desk.

"He, he..." Jiang Sizhen couldn't say a few words from his lips, and He Qingyang could only see his trembling back, "He has entered the game, and I am the only one in this family. .”

Suddenly, many clues flashed through He Qingyang's mind——

The debt collector, the indifferent mother, the mischievous younger brother, and the troubled father, all the details constitute the answer in He Qingyang's mind.

He asked a wrong question.

"Why do you want to get a tattoo?" This is also a question he has wanted to ask for a long time.

[The author has something to say: I’ve been eating CP in the Arctic Circle recently, the glory group of faker and showmaker really smells good~

Cold and fragrant (+3(c)+++(┯_┯)]