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

There were dim lights in the car, and it was pitch black outside. Since it was still far away from the city, a few stars could be seen in the sky.

Time passed by like running water.

Listening to Ke Guoguo's story, Wangrong tapped the steering wheel anxiously.

"So... in the game five years ago, Buyi took money from foreign teams, made deliberate mistakes, and together with Tide Qi, faked the match?"

Wangrong still seemed to be talking to himself or to someone, and his eyes fell heavily on the steering wheel.

After a long time, he suddenly sneered.

"I asked why there were so many mistakes in the deciding game."

"Buyi's BP is guessed almost every time by the opponent's coach."

"Our hero lineup is always one step behind others, and the opponent can always pull out key counter heroes on the fifth floor."

"Every time we fight in a key team battle, there is always a problem in the confrontation lane. Either the big jump is not at the right time to start the team, or the position is too weird to control people."

Wangrong also slowly leaned his head on the steering wheel, his tone was low, as if he was mumbling to himself.

“I always thought that the reason why I couldn’t win that decisive game was because I wasn’t as good as the opponent’s jungler. For a long time after the game, the nightmare of my wrist injury and losing the game was with me in my dreams almost every night. Encounter.”

"That deciding game was the last game I played. Then I injured my wrist and was forced to retire due to injury. I never had the chance to participate in the game and make up for every mistake I made in that deciding game."

"I thought, I thought..."

The voice behind it was almost choked with sobs.

Ke Guoguo quietly acted as a bystander, and couldn't help but feel pain in her heart.

For an e-sports player, Ke Guoguo can empathize with the pain of being unlucky.

If you lose the game you want to win the most, your reaction will be to train harder and make a comeback. There will be suffering and pain in this process, but as long as you win, all the pain will turn into sweet springs.

But what I fear most is that it will come to an abrupt end after defeat.

Because there is no chance to do it again, no chance to save those mistakes, all the mistakes that happened at that time will be replayed over and over again in the mind.

In the dead of night every night, every detail of the game will flood into the brain over and over again.

I would think of countless plans and decisions for every detail, wondering if everything would have been different if I had made another choice.

The thoughts lingered in my mind like rumination, reminding myself every moment that they still existed.

In the past 1,800 days, what kind of mood did Wangrong have to endure step by step?

Ke Guoguo sighed softly, unbuckled his seat belt, and reached out to pat Wangrong's still muscular back.

"it's not your fault."

"It's not your problem."

You can't help but feel the burning body temperature in your palms, and you can also feel the other person's trembling body.

Wangrong stayed calm like this for a long time, while Ke Guoguo patted Wangrong's back gently.

People like Wangshen probably don’t want others to see them crying, right?

Ke Guoguo was thinking idly again.

After all, I was a little curious about what it would be like to watch God cry.

Will it become ugly?

Or is it a little more fragile?

"Guoguo."

The sudden sound startled Ke Guoguo. He retracted his divergent thoughts and hurriedly responded.

"Thank you for telling me this."

Ke Guoguo felt as if his eyes were slowing down, and this scene would be hidden deep in his memory for a long time.

Wangrong raised his head slightly, remained lying on the steering wheel, and turned to look at Ke Guoguo.

The hair on the head fell limply on the forehead due to long-term squeezing, and now it slowly began to rebound.

Wang Ronghuan's eyes were full of sadness, with a hint of red around his eye frames, and paired with silver-rimmed glasses, he looked a little more broken than before, which made people even more heartbroken.

Under the light of the light yellow interior lights in the carriage, there were still traces of tears sliding down Wangrong's chin, and a crystal clear teardrop fell there and was dangling.

Wang Rong tried hard to raise the corners of his mouth and pretend to smile with relief, but no matter how he looked at it, it felt like he was forcing a smile.

Like a puppy that got wet in the rain but still tried to run home to find its owner.

Such thoughts suddenly appeared in Ke Guoguo's mind.

Puppy soaked in rain.

A puppy trying to smile and hoping its owner won't worry.

Even though the puppy's body was still trembling, it looked at its owner with wet eyes.

Ke Guoguo stretched out his hand and brushed away the disturbing teardrop that had been falling on his chin.

Wangrong was still a little at a loss and stared blankly at Ke Guoguo reaching out and touching his chin before calmly retracting his hand.

He hurriedly sat up straight, and even the sadness lingering in his mind was disrupted. His original sword-browed and star-like eyebrows were widened and rounded, a little less aggressive and a little more obvious shock.

Ke Guoguo took everything in front of him into consideration, blinked slowly, and explained, "The water drops are almost falling off your suit."

"Yeah." Wangrong responded, retracting his eyes, his Adam's apple rolled uncontrollably a few times, and a layer of red slowly appeared around his ears visible to the naked eye.

Ke Guoguo rubbed her fingers and crushed the wet tears on the tips of her hands.

The air seemed to be stagnant, and the black outside the car window swallowed everything, as if only the two people sitting quietly in the car were left in the whole world.

"Ding-dong-"

The cell phone beeps.

Ke Guoguo took out his phone and took a look, "They're already here. In the group, Aite and I asked each other to hurry up."

"Okay." Wangrong also started the vehicle and drove towards the destination again. "The road conditions on the navigation system are good now. We can get there in about 15 minutes."

Ke Guoguo responded, tapped his fingers on the keyboard, and gave a simple reply.

The evening breeze blew in through the slightly cracked car window, bringing a bit of coolness and taking away the inexplicable atmosphere.

Wangrong was still concentrating on controlling the steering wheel, and the lines of his muscles were faintly visible on his arms.

"I remember you are from Shanghai University? School will start in half a month, right?"

"Ah."

"The selection is about to start. After the selection, there will be the World Cup in December. This period of time is very tight. What do you think? Come this time, or wait for a year to get used to it before participating next year?" Wang Rong also said He returned to his usual state of ease, with a gentle tone.

"The faster, the better." Ke Guoguo said with a hint of teasing, "Does Wangshen think I'm not strong enough to go to the World Cup?"

"That's enough. In terms of your strength alone, I think it will be enough to hold the trophy in the end." Wang Rong also chuckled twice, "Ze Qing is also from Modu University, so he should still be your senior. It just so happens that I have to help him with his suspension of study, so I can coincidentally handle the procedures for both of you at the same time."

Ke Guoguo held her chin up, enjoying the evening breeze, and responded, "Yeah."

In the dark night, the vehicle was like a lightsaber, cutting through the darkness and heading towards its destination.