FOG [e-sports]

Shi Luo's rare knowledge of Mu Shaoai's lingering thoughts was poured cold water by fans.

Shi Luo is not too desperate yet, he is used to fighting with trolls, Shi Luo is very vigilant, he knows the routine of countering gangsters, and thinks that this is probably a gangster from his team to make trouble.

Shi Luo conspiratorially clicked on the user IDs of the comments one by one to take a closer look - the little illusion left in his heart was shattered one by one.

There are loyal old fans who have been fans of Yu Sui for five or six years, there are technical fans who specially make game highlights for themselves, there are sister fans who have rewarded over [-] in their live broadcast room, and there are straight steel men who like their team since the FS period Team fans, there are diehard fans who have never lost a game since two years ago...

The few users who scolded their trumpets the most ruthless, usually post almost all of their microblogs boasting about themselves, and the content is more touching than the other...

Shi Luo suppressed the fire tightly, and swallowed the obscenity that was about to blurt out.

They are all his fans, and some of them are girls, which cannot be scolded anyway.

Even if they can't hear.

Even if they scolded their trumpet really too much.

"Forbearance..." Shi Luo was so angry that his scalp ached, "Forbearance with you, no one can beat me..."

Shi Luo couldn't do the sand sculpture thing of passionately fighting with his fans on the trumpet. He wanted to delete all these comments, but he couldn't bear to think that they were all his fans. Shi Luo didn't read the comments anymore, but he was still very happy Toutie stubbornly posted a Weibo:

【He's going to live with Yu Sui, he actually knows how to change sheets, fold clothes, and spread quilts. 】

Just after Shi Luo Weibo was posted, a user named "Love Evil Life" sent him a comment: [@Free Electronic Sports Club This person started again, can everyone report him together and block his account? ]

Shi Luo looked at the ID of the fan who threatened to give him a title, and pinched his brows tiredly...

If he and Yu Sui really don't succeed in the future, none of his fans will be innocent.

Shi Luo quit the trumpet and put away his unblessed love.

Just as Shi Luo switched back to the large size, Yu Sui came back with takeaway.

It was still raining heavily outside, and there were a little drops of water on the takeaway packaging bag.

Shi Luo pulled a small table under her bed and put it on the bay window, Yu Sui put the takeaway on the small table, and the two leaned against the bay window to eat.

While unpacking the takeout, Yu Sui looked Shi Luo up and down for a while: "What's wrong?"

Shi Luo froze for a moment and raised his eyes: "Huh?"

Yu Sui took out the takeaway food box and put it away: "Your face... seems like you just got angry."

Shi Luo opened the takeaway food box, hesitated for a while, and talked to Yu Sui.

"My fans laughed at me, scolded me... and reported me, and one of them said that he would beat me." Shi Luo said with chopsticks in his mouth expressionlessly, "The fan who threatened me and said he would beat me , I was still posting on Weibo yesterday saying that I hope Shi Zai’s wishes will come true, I hope she will not destroy my love right now, is that okay?"

Yu Sui suppressed a smile: "What's your trumpet ID? I'll go and see."

"No need!" Shi Luo turned over and looked at the pain literature he posted, feeling ashamed, how could he let Yu Sui see it, "There's nothing to read, I'll delete them all later."

"Then what should we do?" Yu Sui slowly stirred the rice porridge, "How about... use a large size?"

"Stop making trouble." Shi Luo unwrapped the milk tea insulation package and took a sip, "Doesn't that mean it's made public?"

Yu Sui took a sip of porridge and said in a relaxed tone, "Then make it public."

Shi Luo sipped the milk tea on his lips, and said hesitantly, "What... do you mean?"

Shi Luo looked at Yu Sui worriedly: "In a blink of an eye, you're in the playoffs, don't make trouble, I'm serious, you..."

Yu Sui raised his eyes: "What about me?"

Shi Luo paused, and he couldn't say clearly: "You are actually crazy...more ruthless than me."

Yu Sui laughed: "Have I ever gone crazy?"

"Haven't you heard of it? Usually the less angry you are, the gentler you look, the more frightening you are when you go crazy." Shi Luo felt concerned, "You are that kind of person."

"Also." Shi Luo bit the straw and said in a low voice, "Your girlfriend, Mrs. Fan, has a lot more fans than me... Are you willing?"

Yu Sui smiled: "Have I ever cared about this?"

Shi Luo's heart felt hot, and the sullenness in his heart disappeared instantly.

Shi Luo picked up the chopsticks and lowered his head to pick up the rice earnestly: "Forget it, playing underground love is also very good."

Yu Sui drank the porridge slowly, took advantage of Shi Luo's inattention, picked up his phone, opened Weibo and searched.

Shi Luo had exposed enough information, Yu Sui searched for Shi Luo's trumpet in a short while, Yu Sui glanced at it, copied a URL and saved it in the notepad of the mobile phone, and put the mobile phone aside.

After eating the takeaway, other people in the base got up one after another, Yu Sui didn't avoid suspicion, and stayed in Shi Luo's room until Old Qiao knocked on the door around five o'clock in the afternoon.

Today's regular season is Saint's game against Shiluo's old club IAC.

Saint's game must be watched. Instead of waiting for the replay after the game, it is better to watch the live broadcast directly. Anyway, the training in the afternoon has been cancelled, so it is better to replay in advance without playing the training game.

Zhou Huo was eager to find Yu Sui to inquire about his and Shi Luo's progress, so he went to the training room ahead of time, and as if he could understand, he sat watching the battle while wearing glasses, holding a notebook and holding a pen.

Several people in the team arrived at the training room one after another, and the game started after a while.

After Shi Luo's transfer, IAC's combat strength this season has dropped a lot, and it can no longer be regarded as a team in the first echelon of the league.

But Saint gave IAC enough respect, and still showed the posture of the World Championship finals. IAC's current combat style is a stable layout across the board, and Saint obviously has something in mind. They played more steadily and cautiously than IAC. In the first round, Saint played steadily and would rather play slower than show any flaws to IAC. The game that was easily won was played for almost 10 minutes.

I don't know, I thought Saint was playing in the knockout round of the World Championship.

"Saint..." Puppy smiled, "What's going on with Saint recently? Does he need to be so dedicated?"

Old Qiao frowned all the time: "I always feel that they..."

Yu Sui watched quietly without speaking.

The two commentators of the game were still analyzing the importance of Saint's prudent layout. The discussion was endless. Zhou Huo could only understand the commentary after watching the game, and said, "Didn't the commentator explain it? This strategy is correct."

Except for Zhou Huo, the others were noncommittal.

Professional players may not be as professional as professional commentators, but their insight into the battle situation is definitely better than commentary.Shi Luo frowned and said: "It's not that Saint doesn't know how to play fast break. He suppressed the front row of IAC from the beginning. This game is already over. We have to use the slowest method...the winning rate is higher, but it's too late. "

Chen Huo rubbed his neck: "Others are after get off work, but they... now it's like they paid their own money to go sightseeing, and they can't wait to show every show."

Yu Sui looked at the screen, and suddenly turned his head to look at Shi Luo: "The assaulter of their team...Amaze, they call him Old A, right? Do you know how old he is this year?"

Before Yu Sui went to Europe two years ago, Amaze was Saint's substitute assault. He hadn't played two years ago. No one in the team had played against him before except Shi Luo, so they didn't have much impression of him.

"Old A..." Shi Luo frowned, "If I remember correctly, he should be the starter a year ago. I didn't know there was such a person in Saint before. Later, after he started playing, he listened to me. People from the team said that he has actually been in the league for a long time, but his exact age... I don't know."

"I know." Old Joe said, "He and Angel Sword are Saint's youth trainees at the same time. Angel Sword is 23 this year, and he is two years older than Angel Sword."

"Twenty-five." Yu Sui paused for a moment, then said in a low voice, "Last year, he just made his debut, so he should be a type of player who is rewarded by God, and his usual training must be indispensable..."

Shi Luo's eyes moved slightly, and he vaguely sensed the meaning behind Yu Sui's words.

Old Qiao was taken aback, and couldn't help but sit up straight: "You mean...he wants to retire?"

"Not sure." Yu Sui leaned on the back of his chair and said calmly, "According to the general situation of the league, the professional age of the sniper position is the longest, followed by the medical doctor. The assault position is originally the profession with the lowest average retirement age. Response ability is too demanding, and this has not taken into account injuries and strains. Most players at this age are suffering from occupational diseases. If he is really..."

Yu Sui shook his head lightly: "I hope not."

There was a moment of silence in the training room.

The others knew very well that Yu Sui's conjecture was the most reasonable and could best explain Saint's current situation.

Old Qiao hesitated and said, "You say so... I seem to have the impression that someone said that Old A has a problem with his right shoulder..."

The overall atmosphere of Saint is obviously trying to play every game well, playing one game less, even against weak teams, and wishing to play for a few more minutes, obviously they can save their tactics and physical strength for the playoffs And the World Championship after that, but they didn't, as if... they couldn't wait.

The most logical explanation is that someone in their team is facing injury and retiring, and they really can't wait.

"He..." Zhou Huo couldn't understand, "It's only been a few months, what method should I use to get some temporary and powerful treatment, and then find a team doctor or something, I have to lie down and go to the World Championship."

"If you can lie down, you will definitely lie down. Who doesn't want to go to the World Championships." Old Qiao whispered, "But what if you can't make it through? And..."

Old Qiao asked back: "How do you know that he can be delayed until now? Didn't he already undergo temporary intensive treatment?"

Old Qiao slowly said: "I used conservative treatment first, and then switched to intensive treatment and delayed my retirement for half a year. After starting intensive treatment, I couldn't see the end at a glance. I don't know how long I will last, so I can only hurry up Now."

The second game is about to start, Zhou Huo looked at the Saints, still feeling sorry: "Actually... there is still a way, the regular season is not over yet, just like you let Shi Luo before the playoffs It's like being strong, now hurry up and buy a substitute to rush over, let the rookie play for the old A before the end of the regular season, then there is still hope in the future, if the old A can't hold on, let the rookie take the top. "

Puppy said: "We wanted it, and Saint definitely wanted it even more, but they didn't do it. They chose to maintain the current lineup. Look at their state...it seems that they are very positive, and they are not reluctant. This must be the meaning of the entire team. "

Old Qiao sighed: "Injury, it's fucking... the most disgusting."

Shi Luo had just played professionally for two years, and his teammates and several teammates on his team were all young and in good shape. He was the one who couldn't empathize with the situation of retiring due to injuries.

Shi Luo wanted to search to find out how many years old A had been playing, and touched his jacket pocket, forgot his cell phone in the dormitory.

Shi Luo got up and went to the dormitory to get her mobile phone.

"Why bother?" Zhou Huo still felt it was a pity, "If they continue to play like this, the whole team may not be able to go to the World Championship. Hurry up and buy new players, and when the old A can't hold on, he will be a substitute. How great, Angel Sword What are you thinking..."

"What are you thinking?" Puppy shrugged, "I was thinking about not letting old A be a substitute."

Zhou Huo smiled helplessly: "He is injured himself, who can blame this? What can I do if I am a substitute?"

"Not so much." Old Qiao looked at Old A firmly, "He has been a substitute in Saint for six or seven years, can he not get used to being a substitute?"

Zhou Huo was at a loss for words.

Old Qiao said: "If I were Angel Sword, I would not agree to come as a substitute. He can play for a few days, and I will play with him for a few days... He has been with me for so many years, can I not be with him for a few months now? "

Chen Huo let out a sigh of relief: "If my teammates are like this... I probably don't want newcomers either."

Puppy nodded: "Anyway, I am in good health. If I lose once, there will be another time."

Zhou Huo looked at a few people unexpectedly, and laughed: "Where are all the villains that you agreed to? Why do you suddenly have so much love from your teammates?"

"Don't be disgusting." Chen Huo said disgustedly, "Who loves them...but they will still be close and distant."

Shi Luo went back to the dormitory and took his mobile phone back to the training room. He forgot to close the door of the training room just now, and before entering the door, he heard Zhou Huo say: "I can understand it after thinking about it... If you squeeze each other in the usual time, it's time to retire Still reluctant, I will never be completely rational, after all, we have been teammates for so many years..."

Zhou Huo sighed in a low voice: "I can't talk about anything with emotion, so many years of emotion..."

Shi Luo paused.

Shi Luo instinctively felt... that he couldn't get into the topic of the people in the room.

Except for myself, everyone else is "teammates for so many years".

"It doesn't matter if it's not so many years." Chen Huo said wearily, "If Shi Luo's brat suddenly breaks his hand tomorrow, I'd rather he operate it with one arm, and I don't want a substitute to replace him."

Shi Luo outside the door was startled.

"I have to drag it to him..." Puppy said slowly, "How long have I been scolded by trolls because I don't have any experience in the World Championship... It wasn't because of the plague two years ago, it should have been a long time ago I've been to the World Championships, hey, I can't think about it..."

Yu Sui said indifferently: "I thank you two poisonous milk on behalf of Shi Luo, his hand will not be broken in this life."

Old Joe smiled: "That's all work harder, this year we have to make it to the World Championship, so that Evil can also complete it once."

Shi Luo leaned against the door, bowed his head and smiled after a while.

For too many years, Shi Luo has been free from human feelings. After such a long time, Shi Luo has his feet on the ground for the first time, and feels that a place to live in is really his own.