Good luck: The fresh meat husband is so fierce

The hotel arranged by the organizer this time was not bad, the bedroom and the living room were separated, Zhao Qichen's luggage hadn't been packed, and it was scattered on the sofa, and Yang Feng realized that he didn't even have a place to sit.

Seeing that he hesitated, Zhao Qichen realized the pile of clothes on the sofa. He smiled awkwardly and was about to clear away where he was sitting. Yang Feng hurriedly stopped him, saying that he didn't need it, and sat down at the dining table.

"You don't need to clean up, you sit down, you have a lot to say to you."

Zhao Qichen was a little confused. Although he and Yang Feng were not too unfamiliar, they were not familiar either. In short, they didn't have a long talk at night.

But he still sat across from him, and said lightly: "What do you want to drink?"

Yang Feng smiled, staring at the edge of his knife all the time, got up and went to the front of the refrigerator, took two juices and handed him one.

"I'll just drink this."

Seeing his cautious look, Zhao Qichen couldn't help but smiled: "You don't have to be so careful, the wound has healed a lot, and I can do many things by myself."

Yang Feng shrugged his shoulders, he was noncommittal to his words, and looked at him with his arms propped up: "If you guessed correctly, you should be recovering just now, right?"

Zhao Qichen was puzzled: "How do you know?"

Yang Feng smiled lightly, looking at his uneasy face, he felt a little uncomfortable: "I can see your face, rehabilitation...it must be hard work, many people in the circle are talking about you, gossip I heard a lot, it must be difficult for you."

Zhao Qichen pursed his lips. Even after he retired, the topic in the circle never lessened, and he always knew about it.

"It's nothing. Compared to living a comfortable life like this, I think it's better to have more unexpected life."

Yang Feng couldn't stand him speaking so politely, so he waved his hands: "A lot of people in the circle are saying that even if you retire, you can obviously continue to live a life without worrying about food and clothing. Why do you have to suffer so much?"

He was right. Players in the e-sports industry are basically those who dropped out of school early and had no serious education. If they really retire, there are not a few who go to live broadcast. Power leveling, at least can maintain a normal life.

But those who retired due to injuries are different. E-sports eats youth food. After retiring, they are not young, and they can't just sit around all day long. This is also the purpose of Zhao Qichen's foundation in the first place.

Zhao Qichen has never been the kind of person who is greedy for comfort. Even if he doesn't rely on e-sports for a living in the future, he will have to gamble once, at least not to let himself regret it.

"Then you may have misunderstood it. I don't mean what I want to do after the injury is cured. They must not know that even if my wrist is cured, I can't return to the team. The reason why I insist on treatment can be regarded as making up for this." It's a pity, after all, e-sports is already a part of my life, and it's quite difficult for me to stop playing all of a sudden."

Yang Feng looked at Sunshine who used to be radiant all day long, but now his tone was full of helplessness, and his eyes were still wandering.

"Yes, it is indeed too difficult for us to just give up like this."

Zhao Qichen looked up at Yang Feng. He had been immersed in his own thoughts since just now, completely forgetting the purpose of asking Yang Feng.

"Don't talk about this, you came to me, what's the matter?"

After Yang Feng heard him ask, his eyes were a little dodgy. From the moment he entered the door, he unconsciously stared at Zhao Qichen's wound. At first Zhao Qichen thought he was curious, so he said this, but now that he thinks about it, he and Yang From the first time Feng met, he was not such a rude person. Thinking of this, Zhao Qichen was even more puzzled.

For a long while, Yang Feng kept touching his index finger unconsciously. Zhao Qichen suddenly understood something, and the other party finally said hesitantly: "Actually...we are about the same age. I am very lucky. At this age, I can still continue to compete on the field. Fighting hard with the players, these few years, can be regarded as my earning."

Zhao Qichen frowned, staring at him firmly: "How long has it been?"

Yang Feng looked at him with helplessness in his eyes: "It's been about a month. At first I thought it was due to fatigue, but recently the situation has become more and more serious. I don't know if tomorrow's game can be completed smoothly."

"Have you been to the hospital? What did the doctor say?"

Zhao Qichen's tone was a little anxious. He has experienced it, so he understands this feeling best, but he doesn't want the other party to use his body to make fun of it, because if something goes wrong, it is very likely that he will bid farewell to the game forever just like himself.

"I've been there. The doctor said it's a neurological problem, and the condition is very serious. If it gets worse in the later stage, it is very likely that the finger will not feel. But if you have an operation, the risk is very high, and the recovery time is very long. Everyone in the World League this time It’s all very important, and I really can’t give up.”

Zhao Qichen watched him speak word by word, and sighed silently. This person was as entangled as he was at that time, afraid of leaving the arena forever, but he was unwilling to give up the experience in front of him.

Silently took a sip of the juice, it was very sweet, and his tongue was a little sticky after drinking it, he still likes a little more carbonated.

"If you think about it, then do it. If you look forward and backward, you will not be able to do anything well. Similarly, you have to bear the consequences yourself, understand?"

Yang Feng nodded, now he completely lacked the relaxed look when he saw Zhao Qichen. He was flustered, at a loss, and even scared.

The two chatted for a while, Zhao Qichen and Yang Feng talked a lot, and said that his foundation would definitely reserve a place for him, so there was no need to worry about being hungry.

After Yang Feng chatted with him, there was a smile on his face, and he didn't leave until very late.

After the other party left, Zhao Qichen sat on the sofa full of clothes, staring at the night view outside unconsciously. The location of this hotel is very good, and the floors are not low. If you look around, you can see the busy traffic and bright lights on the street.

He recalled the scene when he retired again. At that time, he felt that he was extremely handsome, and the camera flashes were all aimed at him. He was the focus of the audience, and he left resolutely without a trace of nostalgia.

But now that he thinks about it, he feels that he was in a mess and had to quit, and how many days and nights he held his wrist in pain before the game, and then after the members knew about his injury, the eyes full of sympathy .

All this made him feel embarrassed and painful, so much so that he didn't think about getting treatment after the game, let alone returning to the game, he was escaping, wrapping himself tightly in a shell, unwilling to face these realities .

Fortunately, he has figured it out now, and he decided to face this vulnerable situation.