Deep jungle routines[E-sports]

The news of the GES team changing hands quickly spread.

After all, it is tens of millions of transactions.

People are curious to know where this rich second generation came from. The GES team has been developing rapidly in the past two years and has been highly praised at home and abroad. From an investment point of view, it is a good choice.

The changes in the club made the whole team feel uneasy.

What is the temper of the new boss?

What changes will he make to the team?

Where will I go?

Seeing that the transfer window will open soon, the atmosphere around Rong Ling is becoming increasingly impetuous.

Clicking on the browser, Rong Ling restlessly refreshed the news page of the league's official website about the transfer.The mouse turned to click on the button, hesitating for a gray head.

Do you want to open it?

Do you want to ask him directly——

Have you really decided to retire?

Didn't you say that you will continue to fight until you can't beat it?

If you had to go, where would you go?

Rong Ling typed in the dialog box for a long time, and then deleted each word.

After staring at the computer for an unknown amount of time, someone sent a video invitation.

It's Liao Yi.

The boy's smile was as clear as the wind, and the sunshine in his eyes was like broken gold, illuminating Rong Ling's gloomy mood.

"God Z, have you had lunch yet?"

The corner of Rong Ling's mouth twitched upwards, he shook his head and told him, "I'm not hungry."

The boy at the other end of the video frowned: "If you don't eat on time, your stomach will feel uncomfortable again."

How did he know?

Oh, yes, Rong Ling remembered.Thanks to their teammates, they accidentally slipped their mouths in an interview with the media.

During that time, the club received a lot of medicines from fans, as well as folk remedies from unknown sources. The official blog was full of messages from fans asking the club to take good care of God Z.

Thinking of this, the lines around Rong Ling's lips deepened a bit, he rested his forehead with one hand, and took a deep look at Liao Yi.

"What about you? Have you eaten?"

Liao Yi turned around and said a few words to the others. He lowered his head and smiled at the camera with a little complacency in his smile: "I haven't eaten yet, I'm going out to eat hot pot with them later."

"Hot pot in a bungalow again?" Rong Ling thought for a while.

"Yes," Liao Yi nodded happily, he pulled out the chair and sat down, leaned back, and as the chair swayed slightly, he asked casually, "Do you want to eat with us?"

Rong Ling was stunned.

The GES team and the JHG team are old enemies in the arena. Of course, aside from the competition, there is no deep hatred between the players, and they are more than a thousand miles away from the grievances and hatred that the fans have made up.

The members of the JHG team naturally knew Rong Ling.

Not only did they know each other, but when Rong Ling participated in the JHG youth training, he also dreamed of fighting side by side with them one day.

Only later...

The door of the training room was pushed open, and someone greeted outside the door, Liao Yi jumped up, and answered crisply: "I'll come right away!" Grabbing the coat on the back of the chair, Liao Yi turned around and waved his paw at Rong Ling:

"God Z, I'm sorry, I'm going to turn off the video." He said a name, "After this meal, we have to send him to the airport."

Rong Ling seemed to be struck by lightning, his mind went blank.

"...The club wanted to hold a farewell party for him, but he flatly refused."

"He said he wanted to leave quietly. We talked for days and finally he let go and agreed to let us go and see him off."

"Actually, we are all reluctant to let him go, but we must respect his choice and not force him to stay..."

"I'm very happy to eat hot pot, but I feel very uncomfortable when I think that maybe I won't be able to see him in the future."

The words from the boy's mouth circled around in Rong Ling's mind, beating his eardrums to buzz, and the world he saw couldn't stop trembling crazily.

Hands can barely hold the mouse.

He didn't know if he spoke, and he didn't know if he remained indifferent as usual.

He even forgot to say goodbye to Liao Yi.

Snapped.

Video interrupted.

The screen fell into pitch black.

* *

The door of the training room was pulled open forcefully.

"Damn it! You're not afraid to smoke yourself to death!" Mid laner Ouge strode into the room, coughing and opening the window.

"I'm sorry." Rong Ling apologized hoarsely, and immediately pinched out the cigarette in his hand.

He lowered his head, lightly pressed his thumb between his brows, and held the newly extinguished cigarette between his middle and middle fingers, and a cloud of green mist wrapped around his elegant eyebrows.

Ou Ge looked back at the scene, and it took him a while to find his voice.

"...Today I finally understand why there are so many girls who are so obsessed with miniatures."

Rong Ling didn't hear clearly: "Ah? What did you just say?"

"..."

Ou Ge remembered the business and pointed outside: "I met Fat Brother when I came up, and he said that the boss wants to talk to you."

Now?

Glancing at the dense night outside the window, Rong Ling frowned, pushed away the chair and stood up.

"That, Ling." Ou Ge stopped him.

Rong Ling turned around and looked at Zhong Dan.

"You must not sing against the boss, your temper..."

"I know, don't worry." Rong Ling hummed lightly, waved his hand, and walked out of the training room.

Rong Ling knew that in the past few days, other teammates had been called into the boss's office one after another.

The teammates who were always laughing and laughing uncharacteristically avoided this topic in a tacit understanding.

Maybe they are all waiting to see who is more impatient.

After knocking on the door and getting permission to enter, Rong Ling opened the door and walked in.

The new owner of the club sat behind the brand-new and shiny desk. He looked at Rong Ling and smiled slowly.

Rong Ling lowered his eyes quickly, and his hair fell down on his forehead, covering the other party's probing eyes.

"Hi boss."

"Zerol, Rong Ling... It's better to be famous than to be famous. When I saw you that day, I was thinking, as expected, you are a very special player."

Rong Ling raised his eyebrows.

"Don't be restrained, sit down." The boss went around the desk and walked in front of Rong Ling, pulled his stiff shoulders, pushed him into the sofa, then raised his trousers, and sat down next to Rong Ling, "Have something to drink, Cola?"

Shaking his head, Rong Ling put the cold drink back on the table and waited quietly.

The boss didn't care about his silence, and talked with Rong Ling about the history and development prospects of Chinese e-sports, his future plans for the club and investment plans, etc. in a cordial and enthusiastic tone. At the end, he changed the subject: "... Rong Ling, are you satisfied with the performance of the GES team in the S game?"

Rong Ling raised his head, Gujing Wubo's eyes flashed a sharp edge.

"Not satisfied."

The boss smiled deeper, and he naturally put his arms around Rong Ling: "That's right, the team's performance is not good, we have to find out all the problems, and go through some necessary changes to improve. Don't worry, since I bought this team The team will definitely find ways to improve the team's performance. Only when we have the results will sponsors come to support us... I am a businessman, not a charity. The club does not support idlers-it is not suitable for the future development of the team and cannot keep up with me Those who have made a comprehensive plan have no choice but to persuade them to give up. Do you think this is the truth?"

Walking out of the boss's office, Rong Ling's vest was already wet with sweat.

He walked upstairs quickly, locked the door with his backhand, and sat on the ground weakly.

As long as you close your eyes, the breath of that man close at hand will reappear in Rong Ling's ears, and the touched shoulder seems to be covered with something sticky.

With a twist in his stomach, Rong Ling staggered into the bathroom and vomited earth-shatteringly.

* *

Time passes day by day.

Some people leave and others come.

Rong Ling didn't know when the coach would come over and tell himself: Rong Ling, you will play in the next game - for that day to come, he must work harder than others.

The high-load training consumes a lot of physical and mental energy, and Rong Ling is so tired every day that he doesn't even have the strength to open his mouth to speak.

Other teammates were busy meeting with the coaching staff to discuss tactics, and busy making appointments for training matches with teams from other divisions.

Fortunately, Liao Yi will always show up when Rong Ling needs it, and accompany him to steadily improve his score.

One morning, mid laner Ouge found Rong Ling at the corner of the stairs leading to the dormitory.

The jungler, who always proudly straightened his back, was lying on the ground, his face pale and unconscious.

Ou Ge broke out in a cold sweat.

"...stomach ulcer."

The person at the other end of the video didn't understand for a while, and asked with a frown, "What did you say?"

"Stomach ulcer." Rong Ling repeated patiently, he leaned back in the chair relaxedly, wrapped in a soft white quilt.

With half-closed eyes, Rong Ling's hair was a little disheveled, he yawned like a sleepy cat, turned his head and rubbed against the quilt.

"Did you go to the hospital? What did the doctor say?" Liao Yi asked.

Rong Ling smiled and told him softly: "I didn't say anything, the doctor just told me to rest up."

Liao Yi opened his mouth to say something, staring at Rong Ling's calm expression, he sat back slowly.

Recuperate.

Rest, rest.

As a result, Rong Ling was unable to play in the few cup matches at the end of the year due to physical discomfort.After some urgent discussions, the club decided to let the newcomer play.

He was replaced by the club's new jungler, Feng Zhou.

On the official Weibo, the club posted a new official announcement map that the artist rushed to make overnight.

Rong Ling, who was originally standing in the middle of the front row, was silently moved to the last row.The few new faces that appeared in the queue were unfamiliar and young.

The cup quickly kicked off.

In the first game, the opponent of the GES team was a newly promoted team who had just been promoted from LSPL.

Before the game, the coach patted them on the shoulder one by one: "Relax and play, just like usual training."

Ou Ge couldn't help but retort: ​​"Usually you always call us to eat Shi during training, do you also want to..."

"Shut up," the top laner showed a disgusted expression, and slapped Ou Ge on the back, "Are you still letting people eat?"

A few people fought and went out of the lounge.

Zero followed at the end, with his hands in his pockets, and the peripherals he had used for two years lay quietly in the backpack, making slight rubbing sounds as he walked.

Walking to the end of the aisle leading to the arena, Rong Ling stopped.

Outside, the lights were overwhelming, and the audience cheered overwhelmingly.

Those once all belonged to him.

So close, just reach out and grab it.

Rong Ling stared blankly at his palm, something was slipping through his fingers quickly.

Zerol appeared on the substitute list of the GES team, which caused an uproar in the field.

The commentator was also extremely surprised, and was a little taken aback. They quickly tried to smooth things over with each other.

"...It is said that the GES team temporarily changed the roster because the jungler Zerol was unwell. According to the rules of the game, in the first game, GES will be fined three bans."

"Yes, I hope the audience don't worry, the game will still go on normally. Having said that, professional players play professionally all day long, and their bodies are prone to minor problems of one kind or another."

"Well, injuries are very common among professional players, so we hope that Zerol can recover as soon as possible and return to the game. Well, we see that the two teams have already started the first B/P of today's game..."

In another lounge, Liao Yi stood up abruptly, bypassing his teammates standing in front of him, and walked towards the entrance of the auditorium.

Standing on the edge of the aisle, Liao Yi raised his head, his eager eyes wandered back and forth, but he didn't see that indifferent and graceful face anywhere in the auditorium.

Liao Yi was very anxious.

"Why did you come here alone? Where are the rest of your team?" A slow voice came from behind him.

The author has something to say: By the way, I forgot to tell everyone that if there are no other accidents in this article, it should be updated at noon

Specifically is it 12 o'clock or 1 o'clock or suddenly it's 2 o'clock... It depends on how busy I am_(:зゝ∠)_It's easy to forget to update when I'm busy...

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