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With Ze Kai's pretty face, maybe a man is more suitable for him~"

As he spoke, a wretched low laugh broke out.

Even in the corridor, one could still hear the obscene speculations in the room, as well as the occasional bursts of mocking and malicious laughter.

Zhou Zekai walked with his head down as usual, and as usual, he tried his best to pretend he didn't hear.

Ever since he officially awakened as a sentinel many years ago, he has heard too many things that he shouldn't have heard, and he really doesn't have the energy to care about every sentence seriously.And it is also a fact that he doesn't fit in with Team Samsara, even if he is superior in strength, he can't change this.

In a sense, he knew why those so-called teammates were so hostile to him.

Since Zhou Zekai joined the team in the fifth season, Samsara's performance has improved significantly, but the sense of presence and even reputation of everyone else in the team has dropped significantly.

After each match, outsiders' comments on Team Samsara followed the same pattern: if they won, it was because Zhou Zekai was too strong; if they lost, it was because their teammates couldn't keep up with him.

Those are all players who grew up with the club, and all of them are older than Zhou Zekai, who just turned 19 this year.Inexplicably, in the eyes of the outside world, it became the stars that set off the bright moon, and even a stumbling block that dragged the team back—and it was multiple stumbling blocks.

In all fairness, this can't be entirely blamed on those teammates, they really have reasons to be angry.

After all, those evaluations did wrong them.

Inversely proportional to excellent senses, reaction speed, hand speed, and operational accuracy, the young sharpshooter is less expressive than any other player in the league. Not only does he not speak at ordinary times, he does not even type in battle.

As a team captain, you don't use words to give any guidance or instructions to your teammates.

If it was just like this, it would be fine, they could label Zhou Zekai as "reckless without team awareness", and they don't need to bear the responsibility of losing the battle.

The problem is, every time the game is replayed, from the perspective of God, it can be seen that the sharpshooter's every move has a precise consideration of the entire battle situation, and he has never abandoned his teammates; on the contrary, he can actively cooperate with his teammates even in Combat in remote places, use superb skills to cover.

Able to attack, cover, sneak attack, and suppress, this sharpshooter is omnipotent.

Comprehensive technology, superior consciousness, impeccable in every aspect.

With such a player, why do team battles keep failing?

Can only find other people's fault.

As a result, people found that other teammates did not keep up with his rhythm, did not understand his tactics, and sometimes, they simply blocked his trajectory and acted as a living shield for the enemy.

Most of the time, they can't be blamed for this—they just don't have Zhou Zekai's extraordinary senses, nor do they have the audience's convenient God's perspective.

However, whether it is the audience or the commentators, they are willing to criticize the old players of Samsara, and call them "teammates like pigs" maliciously; And failed to cooperate with Zhou Zekai" is too simple.

Sometimes, the reason why the sheep commit the most heinous crimes is because there is a lion standing beside them.

What's more terrible is that even the club's top executives have begun to accept this view, and a major personnel adjustment is brewing.

Zhang Yiwei, the former captain, lost his captaincy and was forced to wander to other clubs.

——Just because Zhang Yiwei is also a sharpshooter, he has to give way to Zhou Zekai.

The one who was going to exchange newcomers with Team He Wu was also a senior player who had played for Samsara for many years.

——Just to get back a guide, to have sex with Zhou Zekai.

As we all know, when a player with a bad reputation is replaced by the original team to a team with a poor record, then even if he does not need to say goodbye to the professional circle, he has also declared that he has been sentenced to a career in a certain sense. death penalty.

Seeing his teammates end up like this, who can't feel chills?

Team Samsara was already full of antipathy towards Zhou Zekai, seeing that they might lose their jobs, they simply didn't even want to cover it up, and showed this hostility nakedly.

Under normal circumstances, even if there were conflicts within the team, they would not make it public like this.

Such recklessness shows that the team members have been forced to the verge of collapse by this situation.

——What they didn't know was that Zhou Zekai was also on the verge of collapse.

And worse than them.

In fact, Zhou Zekai has been trying his best to back down.

Although he may have the most impeccably handsome face in the entire league, he has never shown any pride in it. Even the gifts sent by the fans, he quietly moved back to the room to unwrap them all by himself. It is definitely not like other players who will take it to the training room to show off to their teammates.

This is of course even more so during competitions or training. If he wins a practice match, he will never show off his might, but will just lower his head in a little awkwardness and quietly prepare for the next training session; , the young sharpshooter has never been defeated so far.

Although he is extremely bad at words, when others talk to him, he will try his best to listen attentively—sometimes this kind of effort is not particularly effective, after all, as a sentinel, he receives far more messages than normal people—and do his best Think and respond as best you can.

However, the above efforts are like a glass of water submerged in an arid desert, leaving no trace in the end.

Day after day, Zhou Zekai endured undisguised malice from multiple targets.

The inescapable ridicule and even cursing poured into his ears in batches at an unimaginable volume, sometimes accompanied by unfriendly visual or physical gestures.

Almost every day, he suffers from information overload.

It's just that the sharpshooter, with his extraordinary perseverance, didn't let these affect the game.

Several times, he was alone in front of the sink.

From the wanton laughter of his teammates in the nearby training room to the hysterical honking of the driver 4000 meters away, they were all compressed and forced into his head, as if every particle of dust in the air was cutting his extremely sensitive nerves .

He trembled, as if his five senses were twitching at the same time, so more noise, light, and smell rushed at him——

Finally he propped his elbows on the rim of the sink, retching so hard that he could almost hear his joints rattling in the dreaded torrent of information, his hands trembling for the wizard spray in his pocket—he didn't want to use it unless he had to. , because he has used it too many times, and if he continues like this, he will develop a dependence like a drug addiction-spray fiercely at himself, take a deep breath, and barely keep his spirit from breaking down.

Once, his hands shook so badly that the wizard spray fell on the ground.Someone just passed by, and hearing the footsteps like beating drums, Zhou Zekai couldn't even say a word to ask for help, but he just barely supported himself, and retched like heart-piercing one after another.

"Oh, isn't this the captain?"

The other party's voice sounded like thunder to him.

The person who came was an old team member. Looking at Zhou Zekai's appearance, he showed a happy smile:

"What, pregnant?"

Then it kicked up and kicked the wizard spray bottle on the ground farther.

In the eyes of ordinary people, this is just an ordinary prank. Although it is not lightly malicious, it is not serious.

But for Zhou Zekai, it was not at all.

He seemed to feel that the blood vessels in his body were broken due to the rage, and the manic air burst out from his inside like an explosion.

With fury like a storm, the sharpshooter rushed over. The strong body of the sentinel allowed him to easily suppress the opponent's body even if he was in a very bad state, raised his fist, and beat down fiercely...

If it wasn't for his poor physical condition, the opponent might have been beaten to death by him.

Even so, it was a serious injury requiring hospitalization.

Since it was an incident within the team, and the other party provoked it first—in fact, this provocation, judging from its threat to the Sentry at the time, was close to intentional murder—the club reluctantly used a lot of money and connections to suppress this incident, allowing the other party to Retire from professional circles, explain the person's injury retirement by accident.

Inevitably, Zhou Zekai's situation worsened as a result.

At this time, the guide that the Samsara Club resolutely exchanged from the He Wu Club finally came.

When Jiang Botao arrived at the Samsara Club, it happened to be snowing in S City.

Under the pressure of the bustling wheels of the metropolis, the snow is only a flash in the pan, but it is enough to delay his plane for several hours.

Waiting at the gate is definitely not a pleasant experience.

There were a large number of stranded guests, the seats were tight, and even the dining area was full of passengers waiting to board the plane.Jiang Botao could only maintain a standing posture, put his luggage at his feet, and switch feet from time to time, in order to barely relieve a little bit of physical fatigue.

The long delay made all the anxiously waiting guests at the airport full of anger and resentment.Although the vast majority of them were well-cultivated and did not express these emotions in words and actions, the negative emotions of the large number of people still formed a lot of pressure on Jiang Botao.Even if he was a particularly good guide, it took a lot of effort to sort out these surging emotions, like digging a canal in his heart and let them flow away.

When he finally arrived at the S city airport, he was already exhausted physically and mentally.

After getting off the plane, he contacted the Samsara Club according to the scheduled arrangement. The other party told him very politely but very sorry that due to the ground road