E-Sports: Keep your mouth shut, the goddess of pure desire, open your mouth to spray the master

"About noon, the Shao family came to the ward to apologize. Are you okay at this time?" Wangrong also raised his hand and looked at his watch, "It will be about two hours later."

Jin Lin nodded and his expression gradually calmed down.

"So, do I just need to pretend to accept their apology?" Jin Lin raised his head and asked as if something suddenly occurred to him, "Do I need to do any other operations or acting skills?"

Wangrong also shook his head slightly, "You just need to be yourself. It doesn't matter if you want to pretend to accept the apology, or you don't want to accept the apology at all. They just want to make up for their conscience, and they don't care whether you really accept the apology. "

"Just don't tell us what we plan to do. You can do whatever you want with the rest."

There was a little sadness in Wangrong's eyes, as if he was looking at this place and remembering something else.

Jin Lin agreed.

Wangrong also got up and went out to the garden downstairs.

The craving for cigarettes returned.

The urge to smoke seems to be getting more frequent during this time.

Wang Rong also looked at the sunshine in the garden, which was so warm, with patches of green and specks of light.

My thoughts drifted back to the past.

*

It was the same scene. A young man wearing a hospital gown and sitting in a wheelchair was sitting quietly in the garden.

There was constant chatter all around, and there were completely unfamiliar faces walking around. It took a while for the brain to respond to the language spoken in the mouth.

The sun is so warm and yet so deep inside.

The mobile phone is almost full of all kinds of information - concern, inquiry, grief, doubt, comfort...

After hesitating for a long time in the distance, the bodyguard came over with a mobile phone and said, "Master Rong, your team's phone number."

Wangrong paused for a while before he suddenly realized what he was doing, took the phone and put it to his ear.

"Rong Huan, what are your plans for the future?"

A somewhat hesitant middle-aged male voice came from the microphone, and Wangrong responded calmly, "What do you mean?"

"...The transfer period is here. Buyi will leave with Tide Qi, as well as a few prospects from the second team and the youth training."

The other party hesitated for a long time, but decided to tell the truth frankly.

"Your hand is also injured now. Lao Chen was going to announce his retirement after this match. In this way, the CC team will become an empty shell."

"My family also has other industries, and e-sports teams are not making much money right now...so I plan to shift my focus."

Wangrong's pupils were shaking, and one blow after another came to his heart, almost destroying the young man's body and mind, and he couldn't speak for a long time.

The other party waited, and when there was no response, he sighed heavily.

"You have injured your hand so badly now that it is basically impossible to play e-sports again. Why not take advantage of this time to organize the disbandment of the CC team and the retirement ceremony of you and Lao Chen."

"Although there are a lot of scoldings on the Internet, there is nothing we can do about it. Winners and losers, this is how the e-sports world is, and there is no need for you to persist any longer."

*

Wang Ronghuan can hardly remember what the other party said in the end and how he reacted.

I just vaguely remembered that I seemed to have scolded the other party.

I cursed until I hung up the phone for who knows how long, and my voice became hoarse.

Wangrong also took a deep breath of cigarette and spit out the mist.

Perhaps the injuries Jin Lin suffered recently were so familiar that even he couldn't help but feel emotional about them.

Wangrong also slowly took off the black leather glove he had been wearing on his left hand for the past two days, revealing his left hand with clearly defined and slender knuckles.

It was covered with little dark red wounds that looked like they had just scabbed over.

Pressing it gently, there is still a little pain.

When he touched his left wrist, he felt a scar that was hideous and clear to the touch.

This scar almost goes around the entire wrist, and over the years the dark brown color has slowly blended into the skin color.

Although I had long thought that I would no longer feel pain from this, for some reason, I have always felt a vague phantom pain here for the past two days.

For this reason, Wangrong even went to a doctor to check it out, and the result of the scar was as usual.

Expensive drugs and medical methods have repaired it to some extent. Apart from being unable to play e-sports at high intensity, there has never been any problem with normal use.

In the end, the doctor's discussion concluded that it was a psychological problem and phantom pain.

Jingle Bell--

The cell phone rang, interrupting Wangrong's return action.

"Hey?"

"Hey, Rong Huan. I'm in Jiangzhe City." A familiar voice came from the phone.

"Ah."

"I don't know where the wounded man's ward is? I want to visit him with a gift." Shao Ye didn't hesitate much, his tone was as usual, as if he was just talking about a small matter.

"Master Ye, are you planning to come here to plead guilty for your assistant?" Wang Rong also raised the corner of his mouth, but the smile did not reach his eyes.

If it were other things, maybe Wangrong would still miss some of the friendship from the past.

But in this matter, Jin Lin today is just like himself in the past.

Wang Rong also lightly closed his eyes.

"Ahem." Shao Ye laughed, "No matter what, our family has a responsibility. No matter what, we still want to show our sincerity to the injured. Can you please communicate with the injured?"

Shao Ye paused, "To put it bluntly, Mr. Jin is also half my parents' mentor. The reason why Master Jin Lin was hurt this time was because of our lax upbringing. We should apologize."

After a long silence, Wangrong Huan finally said, "Today at 13 o'clock, the address will be sent to your mobile phone later."

"I hope you can take care of the patient's emotions and know what to say and what not to say." Wang Rong also explained calmly, "After all, he was injured not long ago and is still in a relatively emotional state."

"Is it just you? Or will you bring your good sister with you?"

There was a sigh from the phone.

"As for the assistant, just let me come forward. She is busy with other things. When this matter is over, I will discipline her well." Shao Ye's tone was low, with a hint of forced laughter.

Wangrong chuckled slightly and hung up the phone without saying anything more.

You don’t need to discipline me anymore, someone will take action on their own.

After suppressing his thoughts, Wangrong stood up and patted the dust on his pants.

Instead, I sent a message to the group in Group A.

[WRH]: I have some things to do today and I will probably have to wait until the afternoon before I go back. If you have any questions, please feel free to call me.

[WRH]: When I am away, I still have to keep up with the training rhythm of the big week.

[WRH]: It’s the last day before the finals, everyone, come on!

After closing the phone, Wangrong turned around and walked to the parking lot.