Widowed Bot Lane [eSports]

All in all, Jing Fan hasn't been home since the start of the LPL Spring Split. Apart from meeting Jing Wei a few times during the period, Jing Fan seldom sees Jing Wei in the rest of the time, except for occasional phone calls at home. There is no need to communicate.

Today was the club's public holiday, and it happened to be Jing Fan's father's birthday, so Jing Fan thought of going home.

But Jing Fan didn't tell Xiao Zeyang about his father's birthday, because he really didn't know if Xiao Zeyang's current status would burst out of his heart after knowing his father's birthday Weird ideas... For example, rushing to prepare a gift or something.

No need.

Jing Fan’s home is in a villa area in the outer suburbs of S City, which is close to the sea. It takes at least two hours to drive there from the base, so Jing Fan had to get up early to clean himself up and then dare to go out. .

Jing Fan's parents are all standard Virgos, and they are all engaged in music, so perhaps because of occupational diseases, they have paid more attention to the image and temperament of Jing Fan and Jing Wei than they have paid attention to. The importance they attach to their academic performance, even though they are already adults now, but if Fan Jingfan didn't comb his hair neatly today, or appeared in front of them wearing some stained shoes, it would be no exaggeration To put it bluntly, Jing Fan could be nagged by the two of them until tomorrow morning.

Therefore, in order not to make any mistakes for himself, Jing Fan got up two hours earlier than expected.

At that time Xiao Zeyang was still sleeping, snoring loudly, Jing Fan specially recorded a video for him and sent it to Xiao Zeyang via WeChat.

Before leaving, he did not forget to leave a shallow kiss on the forehead of the sleeping little sheep.

"Baby, miss you."

****

It was almost twelve noon when we got home. Jing Fan parked the car and was about to enter the password at the gate, but the gate opened from the inside.

Jing Fan subconsciously took a step back, but when he looked up, he saw a completely unfamiliar face...

It was a girl who came to open the door. She was very young, she seemed to be around 20 years old, with a ponytail, and big watery eyes with aura.

At that time, Jing Fan thought that he hadn't been home for a long time, so he accidentally walked the wrong way. He was about to say sorry when he heard someone talking inside.

"Is Jing Fan back?"

……

Upon hearing these words, Jing Fan instantly understood what was going on in his heart, turned his head and smiled at the girl who came to open the door, then lifted his legs and walked in.

Sure enough, as soon as I walked into the hall, I saw a room full of people sitting on sofas and small benches.

And one of these people counts as one, and they should all be my father's students, but there are also a few of my mother's students among them.

Jing Fan's father is a professor of Guzheng at the Conservatory of Music. He has taught for 30 years and has already reached the legendary state of being full of peaches and plums. Therefore, it is not surprising that so many people come to visit him on his birthday. Jing Fan almost had this scale when he was in junior high school, and Jing Fan has long been used to it.

My mother is a professor of violin major in the orchestral department. Although the two couples are divided into two departments, they both have a great reputation in the college. It's just that neither of the daughters and daughters took this path. One hundred and eight thousand miles.

Jing Fan smiled and waved at the people in the living room, and didn't look carefully, but he could vaguely distinguish which ones were freshmen who just came this year and which ones were his father's sophomore and junior year. Seniors and even graduate students.

But it doesn't matter anymore.

"I'll..."

Jing Fan originally wanted to tell his father that he would go back to the room and wait a while before coming out. After all, he and these people really couldn’t find much in common. The whole room was full of music students, and only he was an e-sports player. , Jing Fan even felt a little embarrassed.

"Hey, wait a minute, come back." Before Jing Fan raised his leg, his father stopped him directly: "Who came just now, said that he wanted to sign an autograph with Jing Fan, I remember, Fu Ling, Jia Hechao... Go, go, go."

"..."

Jing Fan was a little confused.

And the next second after being dazed, he directly saw a few people standing up on the sofa in response. Obviously, Dad only called the names of two people just now, but there were obviously more than two people standing up.

Although in previous years, there were more or less one or two students who liked e-sports, understood e-sports and worshiped Jing Fan among the students of Professor Jing Da, but it was the first time that there were so many of them today.

"It's really Jing Fan!"

Jing Fan obviously heard one of the people standing up gasp, and the other covered his mouth in surprise.

The boy was more straightforward, stepping out of the crowd in three steps and two steps in front of Jing Fan: "I rely on Jingshen to really be you! Do you know that I really like you for several years! But I still love you." I just found out today that you are the son of Professor Jing! This... this is too coincidental!"

Jing Fan smiled lightly, not surprised at all in his heart.

Because he never took the path of music until the end, Professor Jing felt that this incident was a very embarrassing thing for him, so that he never wanted to mention his son in front of the school and students, but Jing Fan also knew this, so he tried not to mention his parents on any occasion.

There is a feeling that everyone has their own lives.

"Jingshen, I really admire you so much, EZ was so beautiful in yesterday's game! But I just can't learn it!"

"My favorite in MAG is you and Gao Yuqi. I think the double C's are really thighs!"

Jing Fan smiled a little reluctantly. To be honest, he really didn’t like to put things about e-sports on the table, that is, in front of his parents. After all, in Jing Fan’s cognition, their thinking had already It can be regarded as a complete set, and he doesn't like things related to e-sports, so Jing Fan is unwilling to intentionally annoy them.

But it seems that Dad is in a good mood today, and he even asked his students to ask him for an autograph.

"It was only after I came that I saw the photos that I realized Jingshen, you are the son of Professor Jing, and we didn't bring pens and paper...I..."

"Go to my room." Jing Fan smiled at them, with a generous and decent manner, without any pride or expansion because of being surrounded by admirers: "Upstairs."

"Fucking room... I kind of want to go too..."

After Jing Fan finished speaking, some melon eater on the sofa suddenly said something, and it was a girl.

After finishing speaking, everyone around laughed.

"I think Jing Fan is handsome."

Of course, Professor Jing heard it too, and couldn't help but smile beside him, and then saw a few girls nodding desperately without concealing it.

"Did Jing Fan learn Guzheng from you?" Someone asked Professor Jing.

"No, he doesn't like to learn from me," Professor Jing leaned on the sofa, folded his hands on his chest and shook his head: "I have been learning the violin from your teacher and wife. I practiced Bach's a cappella Chaconne at the age of 15, and I can play it very well. Bravo."

Jing Fan didn't say anything beside him, and he didn't rush to the room either.

Because at this moment, he could faintly feel what his father was going to say in a while, and he really wanted to confirm whether his idea was right or not.

"Wow..." Several students showed an unidentified expression at the same time.

"He should retire when he reaches his professional age this year. When the time comes, discuss with your teacher's wife about taking a postgraduate entrance examination...it's better than being unemployed at a young age."

bingo.

After the fleeting excitement, Jing Fan returned to a somewhat helpless state of dead fish eyes.

He didn't really want to refute his father in front of so many people, but it didn't mean he agreed with this statement.

"Isn't Wang Mian interested in video games?"

While walking upstairs with these few people who wanted to sign autographs and those who wanted to join in the fun together, Jing Fan suddenly heard his father ask someone again.

The man should have answered by nodding or shaking his head, so Jing Fan didn't hear an echo, but the name Wang Mian made Jing Fan stunned for a moment.

Wang Mian...

who came from...

Jing Fan swears to God that he has definitely heard of this name more than once, but he has no memory of where he heard it from and who said it.

...Forget it, never mind him.

Jing Fan stretched out his hand and rubbed his nose, without thinking about it, he led these people to the room together.

****

Professor Jing's birthdays are always generous, and every time it coincides with the beginning of the school week, Professor Jing usually gathers all his students together to chat, have a meal, and after dinner, young people can sing if they want. Go home on time around ten o'clock in the evening.

But usually this kind of thing is Jing Wei's back to Zhang Luo, but because Jing Wei went to Korea this year, Jing Fan is not used to mixing with a group of girls... So after the meal, the students let the students go on their own .

Jing Fan originally wanted to go home directly, but he didn't expect that the boy named Wang Mian was also called home by his father.

Jing Fan admitted that he was really the memory of the elderly, and he couldn't think of who this person was.

After returning home, Jing Fan was called to chat with his mother for a while, while Wang Mian was called by his father to talk about things in his piano room.

Professor Jing seemed to be very proud of Wang Mian. At the dinner table, he said that Wang Mian was the best and most talented person among the freshmen. Although Jing Fan had never learned the piano from his father, he knew that he could It is not easy to get such high praise from my father.

It can be seen that there is still something about this crown.

When Jing Fan finished chatting with his mother and walked to the room, he happened to meet Wang Mian coming out of his father's piano room again, with a respectful smile on his face, as if he was promising something Nodding frequently.

Jing Fan didn't care, and directly opened the door of his room and entered the room.

I haven't chatted with Xiao Zeyang that much all day, and of course Jing Fan is thinking about dying, and he doesn't know what Xiao Zeyang said and communicated with his mother after he went back.

Jing Fan naturally hoped that everything would be smoother than expected, but if it didn't happen, he had to find a way for Xiao Zeyang as soon as possible.

Taking a step back, it is still in the game period, if Xiao Zeyang is scolded by coaches and fans because of these distractions and mistakes in the game, it is really not worth the loss.

While lying on the bed, thinking wildly, suddenly Jing Fan heard someone knocking on the door. He thought it was his mother, so Jing Fan casually said, "The door is not locked."

Unexpectedly, it was Wang Mian who walked in two seconds later.

This Wang Mian is tall and thin, and the nails on his hands that he used to play the guzheng just now have not had time to remove, so he stands so straight at the door of Jing Fan's room, almost scaring Jing Fan. one jump.

"..."

Jing Fan didn't know which song Wang Mian was going to sing, so he could only look at him directly, and after hesitating for a long time, he said, "The Last Regret of Lin'an is pretty good..."

"Thank you."

As Wang Mian said, he closed Jing Fan's room door with his backhand, and then stared at Jing Fan's face while removing the nails on his hand.

"Hi, I'm Jinqianchi's friend."

"I want to... talk to you."

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