Deep jungle routines[E-sports]

Rong Ling's movements were too fast, and he rushed over with a sway. The team leader and the others couldn't hear what he was yelling. When everyone reacted, the boss had already received a blow on the face.The team leader, Fat Brother, was so frightened that he almost lost his mind, he quickly wrapped Rong Ling's waist tightly from behind, and separated the two.

"Rong Ling! Ah Ling, stop making trouble! Calm down! Oh, I'll go..."

Fat Brother can be called Fat Brother by everyone. First of all, he is superior to the others in terms of tonnage.But he didn't expect that he was a full size bigger than Rong Ling, but he almost failed to catch him.Rong Ling struggled so hard, he raised his elbow and knocked off the fat brother's glasses, a group of people pushed and shoved, and when the fat brother remembered, he could only find the wreckage on the ground to play puzzles.

"Rong Ling, what's the matter with you?"

Everyone didn't understand how Rong Ling, who usually seemed to be indifferent to anything, suddenly became violent and beat people.

It was the boss of the team who was fighting, he was going against the sky!

The corner of the boss's mouth was punctured, and his eye sockets were swollen. When he left, he was covered in hostility, pointed at Rong Ling, and said a few harsh words.

Rong Ling stiffened his neck and remained silent.

The club could have suppressed this matter, but the boss made it clear that he did not intend to protect Rong Ling.Others are not like Rong Ling, who dare to go all out and lose their jobs.

No one defended Rong Zero.

The movement in the lounge was soon known to the authorities.

Some came and some left.

The team manager was sweating profusely and sent away the group of people who came to investigate and inquire. He returned to the messy lounge, turned around in front of Rong Ling twice, stopped, put his hands on his knees, and bent down to look at Rong Ling's reaction. .

Rong Ling raised his head and looked at the manager expressionlessly, his eyes made the manager's heart skip a beat.

"Rong Ling, it's not easy to deal with your beating. I heard from the officials. I think you should be suspended, fined or something..."

He lowered his head and moved his knuckles and wrist, Rong Ling nodded: "Okay, what else?"

The manager was a little confused by the question, and after a moment of stupefaction, he slowly continued: "The club will also deal with you, probably with a fine or something. Please wait for further notice."

"I see." Rong Ling braced himself on the ground, stood up, and patted his clothes.

The people around him took a step back when they saw his movements.

As for?

Rong Ling glanced at them and said in a low voice, "...I won't do anything to you."

After speaking, he walked to the corner, packed his things, picked up his bag and left.

No one else dared to speak to him from the beginning to the end.

Rong Ling walked out of the arena, the wind was blowing like a knife on his body, it was extremely cold, he was completely cold in the blink of an eye.

After walking out for an unknown distance, he found a platform, huddled behind the stop sign, bounced around in place, rubbed his hands, and moved his backpack to the front to hold it.

This will keep it slightly warmer.

It's so cold, he raised his eyes to look at the street lamp, and there was a hazy layer of water vapor in his eyes.

What a man, cry a fart.

He had decided long ago that he would never shed tears for anyone or anything again.

Bowing his head and rubbing his face on his sleeve, Rong Ling exhaled a big cloud of white air and rubbed his arms.When he came out, he was wearing a sweater, standing on the street in early winter, Rong Ling didn't know where he could go.

A bus stopped in front of him, Rong Ling thought for a while, took out a banknote in his pocket, and got on the bus.

Holding the hanging ring, looking at the dangling and flickering lights outside the window, Rong Ling recalled many past events, many things he thought he was about to forget.Ever since he started playing professionally and came to S City, Rong Ling never thought about it.

He doesn't want to think about the past.

Professional player Zerol, this is his current identity.

It's good to be able to draw a clean line from the past.

When Rong Ling left, someone told him to go as far as he could, and never go back.Rong Ling didn't expect that he went so far in this circle, walked and walked, and returned to the original point.

"The terminal! The terminal is here. All passengers, please get off the bus. Please swipe your card or show your ticket when you get off!"

His forehead hit the cold car window, Rong Ling woke up, he rubbed his eyes, and under the stare of the conductor, he got off the car in a daze.

where is this?

Rong Ling was lost in the overwhelming darkness.

It seemed to be raining, maybe it was snow, Rong Ling wiped his face, and continued walking forward in a daze.

At first he felt very cold, but then he gradually stopped feeling the cold, probably all his nerves were numb from the cold.

Very hungry, Rong Ling was attracted by a burst of aroma, standing in front of a dimly lit pancake stand, staring helplessly at a person taking a steaming pancake from the owner's hand.

Gudong.

Rong Ling swallowed.

"Buy pancakes?" the boss asked.

Rong Ling touched his body for a long time, but failed to find the money.

That banknote was used to take the bus, and the bus didn't give change, so he had to throw the whole banknote into the box.

Rong Ling hugged his backpack and squatted under the eaves next to the cake stand.

A little boy ran over and looked at him curiously.

"are you hungry?"

"Hungry." Almost starved to death.

Rong Ling's eyes glowed green, the little boy took a few steps back, and he handed over the cake in his hand: "Then I'll give you half of it."

This was simply the most beautiful thing Rong Ling had ever heard, and he was so moved that he almost cried.

Holding the pancake, he took a hard bite, the ground coriander and mustard greens rolled down, Rong Ling hurriedly picked it up, put it in his mouth and chew it.

The cake was actually quite unpalatable, Rong Ling took another bite, but he was so hungry that he couldn't care less about the quality of the food, as long as there was something to eat.

The little boy ate his half of the pie, and ran to pester the baker: "I want to play a game, let me play, just for a while."

"Have you finished your homework?"

"It's finished, it's finished a long time ago, if you don't believe me, I'll show you!"

"If you don't have time to watch, you can find someone to play with you."

Rong Ling didn't know why he kept staring at the child, maybe it was because of half a pancake, maybe it was because of some other reasons.

Holding a piece of money in his hand, the little boy ran across the street as if flying.

Seeing him lift up a thick curtain and sneak in, and the lights and loud music leaked out from under the curtain, Rong Ling realized that there was actually a mystery in the dark rooms opposite.

Not long after, the little boy drooped his head and shuffled back.

The child followed Rong Ling's example and squatted down beside him.

Rong Ling didn't say a word, the two just squatted for a while, the child rubbed his legs: "Why are you squatting, don't your legs hurt?"

"It hurts," Rong Ling nodded, "it'll be fine once the pain passes."

"Really? Then I'll try again." The little boy was dubious.

Rong Ling sighed: "Forget it, you'd better not try it, your legs should be numb in a while, and it will be even more uncomfortable."

"Then won't it be uncomfortable for you to squat all the time?" The little boy was surprised.

Rong Ling silently shook his head, then nodded again.

The little boy looked at him in confusion. After a while, he held his chin and sighed: "It's so boring."

"It's not boring to play with people." Rong Ling said.

"But they don't play with me." The little boy lowered his head and picked a small hole on the side of his pants. "I bought game coins and asked them to play. They think I'm bad, and I can't play them alone. The game I lost the coins, so I had to leave."

Rong Ling looked at the little boy for a while, then he patted his clothes and stood up.

"Okay, then win back all the game coins."

"How to win?" The little boy's eyes lit up.

Rong Ling smiled and rubbed the little boy's head: "Look at me."

* *

The cup game is over.

In the end, JHG defended the championship for the fourth consecutive year with a score of 3:1.

When he lifted the trophy, the smile on Liao Yi's face was so shallow that it didn't reach his eyes. He was eager to know—where's Rong Ling?Where did Rong Ling go?

Why did GES change players?

If they hadn't temporarily replaced the rookie jungler, JHG would not have won the next three games so easily.

Victory comes so easily that it makes people not happy at all.

Liao Yi returned to the audience, and immediately heard from the staff that Rong Ling beat someone backstage and was officially suspended.

"what?"

"God Z looks quite quiet and delicate, how could..."

Find the GES lounge, and the GES team is about to leave.Liao Yi stopped Ou Ge to ask Rong Ling's whereabouts, and a group of people looked at each other, showing that they didn't want to talk about it.

"Ah Ling, he left early." The fat brother stayed at the back and quietly told Liao Yi.

"Just him?" Liao Yi asked.

"Yes, he left alone, and didn't tell us where he was going..."

Depend on!Liao Yi almost cursed out loud.He snatched the long down jacket with Zerol's name on it from Fat Brother, turned around and ran out of the arena.

At the end of the game, Liao Yi walked backwards in the crowd. He looked around but couldn't find Rong Ling.

After running around the venue several times, the panting Liao Yi supported his knees and slowly stopped at the nearby bus stop. The dim light of light fell on the young man's shoulders. He looked up at the lonely stop sign.

Only one car will stop here.

The closest subway station to the venue is a few kilometers away.

Which side should I choose?

Bus, or subway station?

Clenching his fists tightly, Liao Yi jumped onto the last train. He sat alone in the last row of the empty carriage, staring at the scenery passing by the car window. All the scenery was only blurred outlines. Scattered lights illuminated.

Wow, the thick cloth curtain at the door of the game console room was lifted.

The light inside poured out unscrupulously, illuminating the one big and one small standing at the door.

The little boy was holding a handful of game coins in his hands, and his saliva was about to flow out of excitement.

"Wow...wow..."

Rong Ling stretched his waist and looked at him with disgust: "Stop it, didn't I ask you to exchange the game currency into money? Why did you bring all the game currency out?"

The little boy moved quickly, and tightly held the heavy game coins in the palm of his hand.

"No." He said stubbornly, "No money, come to play next time."

Rong Ling snorted, expressing strong disdain.

"You are so good," the little boy's eyes were full of admiration, "you just won them all down."

"Of course." Rong Ling was a little proud.

"Can you teach me?" The little boy tried his best to raise his neck, walking while talking, and bumped into someone who was passing by.

The game coins rolled all over the floor.

The little boy rushed forward to pick it up distressedly, Rong Ling shook his head, and also knelt down to help.

"Zero!" A familiar call came from the opposite side.

Raising his head, Rong Ling stared blankly at the young man standing under the streetlight against the light.

Gathering white hot air from his mouth, Liao Yi strode over with his mobile phone in his hand, tightly grasped Rong Ling's shoulders with both hands, and pulled him from the ground into his arms.

"Great, I finally found you!"

The author has something to say: Rong Ling ran away from home (fog)

In fact, the GES team had good results in the past, and the atmosphere in the team was also very good, which has been briefly introduced in the previous article

But since the new boss came, the GES team has changed...

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