Widowed Bot Lane [eSports]

It is rare for Xiao Zeyang to be so hypocritical as he is now, and this is the first time he has said such words to Jing Fan.

Because Xiao Zeyang has never been a pessimistic person. Before this, although he knew in his heart that if he was with a boy, especially a boy of this star level, the pressure and obstacles he would face in the future must be unimaginable to ordinary people. Yes, but Xiao Zeyang has never lost or feared too much because of this.

But tonight, when the two of them walked side by side on the bridge and saw the couples laughing and laughing men and women, Xiao Zeyang felt very uncomfortable in his heart.

Even though Xiao Zeyang never felt that being with Jing Fan was such a wronged thing, sometimes, he would still have an inexplicable feeling subconsciously...

And this is not something that Xiao Zeyang said can be cured with restraint.

After Jing Fan heard what Xiao Zeyang said, he was silent for a moment, then gently tested Xiao Zeyang's fingertips with his hand, and after confirming that Xiao Zeyang did not resist, he slowly grasped it...

"Let's go down to the bar and sit down..."

After noticing Jing Fan's movements, Xiao Zeyang couldn't help but lower his head and smile.

Jing Fan's palm always seemed to have that kind of warmth, and every time he touched Xiao Zeyang's skin, Xiao Zeyang would feel an indescribable feeling of peace of mind.

And it's addictive.

****

Xiao Zeyang followed Jing Fan all the way to a bar called "South Wall". Although the interior decoration is not grand, it is very delicate. There is a candlestick on each table, and a hollow metal lampshade is wrapped around the outside. On the small stage, a little brother in a white shirt and jeans was sitting there with his eyes closed, playing the guitar, and singing soft folk songs.

I want to ride the wind and waves, step across the ocean of yellow sand

Instead of misunderstanding, we should live up to

I wish you were a lie and the south wall never appeared

Laughter is God's disguise, Laughter is a painful injury

……

Xiao Zeyang and Jing Fan found a place by the window, ordered a bottle of tequila and a few bottles of beer, and then ordered a plate of peanuts and a plate of edamame.

Since entering the professional team, it seems that Xiao Zeyang has not relaxed as much as today for a long time, so suddenly being idle like now makes Xiao Zeyang feel a little uncomfortable.

"Will you go crazy when you're drunk?" Xiao Zeyang watched the waiter put the bottles of wine on the tray on Jing Fan's table, and couldn't help but asked with a smile, "What if you open your eyes tomorrow morning?" What do you do if you find yourself in the headlines?"

"Then your husband is on fire," Jing Fan dragged his face and smiled, "Are you happy?"

"Unhappy." Xiao Zeyang pouted and shook his head without thinking.

****

The sudden leisure made Xiao Zeyang feel temporarily uncomfortable, but soon, the effect of alcohol gradually appeared.

Xiao Zeyang was lying on the table, with his elbows on the table, pinching the rim of the bottomed wine glass with his fingertips and shaking it... There were still familiar folk songs in rotation in his ears, but Xiao Zeyang's brain But it is full of Jing Fan's name.

As Xiao Zeyang said before, he really misses Jing Fan.

But this longing has nothing to do with distance.

Before the two were drinking, Jing Fan also told Xiao Zeyang about his future plans.

CLG was still obsessed with buying Jing Fan back to be the bishop, but later Jing Fan introduced Wen Ruoyuan, who wanted to try again before.

Ever since Yan Fusen specially recommended Wen Ruoyuan to Jing Fan when Jing Wei was treating guests last time, Jing Fan has been very attentive and found an opportunity online to fight Wen Ruoyuan a few times. His skills have indeed improved. But it is still a bit reluctant to say that you want to play professionally in a first-class team.

However, Jing Fan found that his consciousness has improved more than his skills, and his overall view and field control ability are much stronger than before. Therefore, Jing Fan thought that CLG was looking for a bishop, so he introduced Wen Ruoyuan. Gave it to CLG and asked him to go to the test.

Jing Fan didn't ask too much about how the two sides discussed in the end, anyway, as long as CLG stopped harassing him, it would be fine.

"You rejected CLG, what will you do after you retire..."

Xiao Zeyang blinked at Jing Fan, although he didn't know when Jing Fan would save these words if he hadn't come out for a drink today, but Xiao Zeyang didn't intend to blame Jing Fan for it.

Nothing particularly important.

"I don't know," Jing Fan shook his head with a smile, and then asked Xiao Zeyang, "What do you think I am suitable for?"

"You?" Xiao Zeyang straightened up, looked Jing Fan up and down carefully with his eyes, and then said: "Go to a high-end club to be a duck, the minimum is [-] at a time."

"...Am I your dear husband?" Jing Fan raised his eyebrows at Xiao Zeyang, holding his face, "I always hope that I will be a duck."

Xiao Zeyang couldn't help laughing.

In fact, Xiao Zeyang can feel that a shrewd person like Jing Fan must have already made arrangements for himself after retirement, but there may be some reasons why he is not willing to talk about it.

Perhaps it was because of his sudden appearance that he had to change the plan he had drawn up a long time ago, or that plan was not chosen out of his own will.

Xiao Zeyang felt that there was no need for him to ask, anyway, Jing Fan would naturally speak when he wanted to.

"Jing Fan," Xiao Zeyang glanced out the window, but he was still talking to Jing Fan: "Tell me... when will I be like you, let all the fans chase after you, let everyone love you?" The kind of clubs vying for it?"

"Isn't it too early for you to think about these things now, baby?" Jing Fan was amused by Xiao Zeyang's question. He poured the wine into the quilt and put two pieces of ice in it to shake: "The summer game is not over yet. Already thinking about how to become a fan?"

"Actually, it doesn't matter whether you become a fan or not," Xiao Zeyang turned his attention back to Jing Fan: "I didn't play professionally to become a fan..."

"That……"

"I just wonder... when will I really be worthy of you," Xiao Zeyang squeezed the cup in his hands tightly with both hands, the temperature of the ice cubes was transmitted through the wall of the cup to Xiao Zeyang's palm, feeling cool: " It took you five years to achieve today's results from your debut... But I don't want to suffer for so long."

Jing Fan could see the change in Xiao Zeyang's expression when he said this sentence. The tangled and complicated emotions seemed to be carved on Xiao Zeyang's fair cheeks with a sharp knife stroke by stroke, especially those pair of eyes. Eyes full of disappointment and unwillingness, Jing Fan seemed to see himself in an instant who had won the first and only five consecutive kneelings in his life many years ago.

Although these two things are not comparable in any way, Jing Fan really thinks they are quite similar.

"Baby, what's the matter with you today?" Jing Fan stretched out his hand to grab Xiao Zeyang's hand, his tone was gentle as if he was afraid of alarming Xiao Zeyang: "Are you unhappy? Or who told you?"

"No," Xiao Zeyang tried his best to squeeze a smile from his face and looked at Jing Fan: "It's just...you're so hypocritical when you're full. If you just agreed to sit with me for two, I wouldn't have so much to say."

"But that's not what you want to improve, baby," Jing Fan couldn't help but sighed, "Even if I don't stop you today, He Weiming will still talk about it."

Xiao Zeyang didn't say anything, probably because he thought what Jing Fan said made sense.

After all, He Weiming had indeed told them thousands of times before that if you want to play the game well, you must first pay attention to your body, otherwise it will be useless if you can't even play in the end.

"Did you feel bad about losing that game?"

Jing Fan asked softly.

"Yes, it's not..." Xiao Zeyang rubbed his eyes. To be honest, I feel that some words held in my heart for a long time are not rotten in my stomach as others said. It's like vomiting.

For example, what Xiao Zeyang is facing now is such a situation.

"Maybe I just felt that the game I lost woke me up like a slap," Xiao Zeyang leaned back on the table and looked at Jing Fan: "Because I won so smoothly before, I had a good time. In fact, playing professionally is nothing more than that, there is no illusion of difficulty, it makes me feel that I can catch up with you soon, but now..."

Jing Fan felt a pain in his heart when Xiao Zeyang said it, and tilted his head to look at him with a puzzled expression: "But why do you have to compare me with you?"

"Because I love you..." Xiao Zeyang straightened up abruptly, he didn't dare to say this out loud, but the expression on his face was enough to show his inner impulsiveness and unwillingness: "I adore Jinqianchi so much , but I have never compared anything with Jinqianchi, I have never even compared with any professional player...it just happens to be you..."

Jing Fan was speechless by Xiao Zeyang's words.

"Sometimes I feel like I'm miserable too... There are so many professional players piled up in front of me, I just want to choose a hell difficulty for myself, don't you think I owe it?"

Xiao Zeyang drank the last sip of wine in the glass while talking.

After drinking, I suddenly couldn't help laughing.

After laughing for a long time, he continued with Jing Fan's puzzled expression.

"I still remember that when I didn't join the team, I drank with Guan Peng, Mao Weikun and others, and I got drunk," Xiao Zeyang said while pouring himself another half glass: "It seemed that it was the night when my trial training ended. I was drunk, and I happened to meet you again and called me..."

Jing Fan couldn't help laughing when he heard what Xiao Zeyang said.

"I said a lot of exaggerated things at the time... but I didn't remember anything the next day, so I went to you with confidence..."

"Jing Fan... so fast, more than three months have passed," Xiao Zeyang's drunken eyes reflected the mysterious color of tequila, which was full of confusion and ambiguity: "In fact, the contact with you The more time passes, the more I feel that you are so kind to me..."

"Is this a wine talk or a sincere word?" Jing Fan tilted his head and asked Xiao Zeyang. The dim light of the candlestick hit his face, and he felt like a person walking out of an art photo.

"Then Jiu Jin'er said the truth..." Xiao Zeyang smiled: "Otherwise I wouldn't just promise you like this before."

"Zeyang..."

Jing Fan leaned towards Xiao Zeyang, his deep eyes filled with pity and love beyond words, as if he wanted to hold Xiao Zeyang in his hands and melt into his heart.

Sometimes, I feel that even language, the most complete and rigorous symbol in the human world, will appear pale and powerless in front of this kind of emotion.

Countless thousand words and ten thousand words were condensed together in an instant, and after refinement and processing, there was only such a concise and short sentence left in the end.

"I want to hug you..."

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