Deep jungle routines[E-sports]

The spring season has come to an end.

The discussion about the finals still hasn't stopped.

Headlines such as "Counterattack of the team that steals from the rich and helps the poor", "A strong team is not really strong but a pseudo-strong team", "FAS represents the LPL division to participate in the MSI Mid-Season Invitational Tournament" and other titles densely occupied Rongling's Weibo APP and the homepage of Tieba.

The club gave everyone a holiday.

Before the start of the summer split, they officially entered the offseason.

The long holiday has come quietly.

The breeze blowing the treetops outside the window, Rong Ling glanced out, the lush green shade made a rustling sound, like waves beating on the rocky shore, making people feel lazy and relaxed, lazily unable to lift their spirits.

He sat in front of the computer and took out his mobile phone to flip through it. In Liao Yi's live broadcast room, even if no one was live broadcasting, there were still a lot of people swiping the screen:

【Hunzi Assistant】

[Play Nima and get out of LPL quickly]

【Rubbish】

【FAS.Airbird, FAS is so awesome to raise your hand】

The overwhelming abuse and accusations made Rong Ling suffocate, and his heartache penetrated into every cell.

At the end of the game that day, everyone was exhausted. He could clearly see Liao Yi's flushed eyes and the flash of tears in his eyes.

After stepping off the stage, the winner, FAS, laughed and laughed. Everyone's faces were filled with great joy and excitement. The staff and e-sports people who met face to face congratulated each other.

JHG fell into dead silence.

When the well-known e-sports writer went around FAS and came to the lounge of JHG, trying to comfort this group of teenagers who had just encountered Waterloo, they found that they had already packed their things and were ready to leave.

No congratulations, no congratulations, no smiles, and no one paying attention.

The winner of e-sports is king.

No one will remember that the losing side has also paid for day and night training, and no one will remember that they have also been proud of the crowd in the arena.

Only the winner's name remains on the championship trophy.

Cruel but true.

The background of their departure was a bit gloomy. The well-known contributors found that the words were pale, so they could only pat them on the shoulder in turn: "It's okay, there is still the summer game."

"See you next season." The players replied politely and walked out of the lounge.

The writer stood aside and suddenly found that there was one person missing in the queue.

"Assist... Where's Airbird?"

The young man with a sunny smile on his debut is gone.

Liao Yi was in the hospital when a group of "private coaches" on the Internet conducted a replay analysis of JHG's defeat, and almost overwhelmingly pinned the blame on the support who performed abnormally.

Carefully take off the coat, the T-shirt, revealing the bandages wrapped from the shoulders to the elbows.

On the snow-white is a shocking scarlet.

The nurse surrounded Liao Yi to remove the bandage and gauze, and found that the flesh and blood of the wound had stuck to the gauze. She had to cut the area around with scissors, and then poured high-concentration disinfectant to peel it off little by little.

As soon as the disinfectant water came into contact with the wound, Zila, countless tiny bubbles drilled deep into the flesh and nerves with intense burning, Liao Yi clenched his teeth, his forehead was covered with cold sweat, and he insisted on not saying a word.

After disinfection, re-clean and suture the wound, and put on a new dressing.

Liao Yi's vest was wet with sweat, and he was about to collapse.

He leaned his head against the cold wall of the hospital, closed his eyes, and seemed to be able to hear the wind in Summoner's Canyon, and the mixed and intricate lights of releasing skills echoed around him, and the sound of explosions was deafening.

The crystal exploded, and blood covered his world.

Suddenly black and white.

The physical pain is far less unforgettable than losing the game.

The more it hurts, the happier he is.

Liao Yi shrunk down, curled up in a corner, and stared indifferently at the strangers walking around in the hospital.No one here knows that he is a professional e-sports player, there are no fans around, and no sunspots will come forward to criticize him.

No one cares who he is.

That's fine.

The manager talked with the doctor in charge for a long time, opened the door and saw no boy in team uniform in the corridor.

He grabbed a passing nurse to ask. The nurse looked around, shook her head and told the manager, "Maybe I should go first."

Holding Liao Yi's medical records, the manager didn't speak for a while.

The doctor in charge criticized him severely: "...It's a nonsense! The wound is deeper, and the tendon will be broken! Why did he make his hand like this after he said he couldn't move it! Does he want to use his hand in the future? Go back and recuperate. , Do not use it excessively in the next few months... It is hard to say whether it will hurt the nerves, we can only wait until the injury is almost healed before further observation. "

The manager's heart is heavy.

Unable to find Liao Yi, he called the club and told them that Liao Yi was missing. After hesitating for a moment, the manager told the coach what the attending doctor said.

The coach was silent for a long time on the other end of the phone.

"...I see." The coach said, "I will...I will find a way, you come back first."

"But the little bird—"

"Let him be alone for now," the coach sighed. "By the way, don't tell anyone else what the doctor said. We have to discuss it." Well plan for the worst.

They said they wanted to keep it a secret, but the whole team knew about Liao Yi's injury. Everyone felt bad after losing the game, and Birdie was the worst.Everyone was concerned about his injury, but he didn't come back after going to the hospital. Compared with summarizing the reasons for the failure, everyone was more concerned and worried about the youngest brother in the team.

The indescribable depression was like a black cloud, hanging over everyone's head.

For a while, the club was in a mood of talking and laughing, and the coach saw that this was not the way to go, so he gave everyone an early holiday after discussing with the boss.

"Go home and rest for a while, everyone should adjust their mentality. The spring split is over, we still have the summer split and the World Championship to prepare."

This is not the end.

Everyone knows this.

They are looking forward to the arrival of the next season, but also faintly feel confused.

Only Rong Ling calmly worked and rested on time as usual, doing exercises alone in the open space behind the small building of the club at noon every day, went to the cafeteria to eat something, and then went back to the training room to play ranking.

Before leaving, HANK asked him in surprise: "God Z, are you not leaving?"

Rong Ling leaned back in the chair and stretched his waist: "Go? Where are you going? I have nowhere to go, and I don't want to go. Play a few more ranks to adjust the state, train hard, and wait for you to come back."

"Then you stay to watch the house?" HANK threw the bag over his shoulder, hesitantly looked at the empty training room.

"Yeah," Rong Ling smiled, "I'm used to it by myself, it's fine, don't worry."

HANK stood by the door, he thought for a few seconds, looked up at Rong Ling and said loudly: "You have to take care of yourself. Also, if there is news about the little bird, please tell us in the group. Follow up for us He said it wasn't his fault that he lost the game, we all made mistakes, we didn't play well...he tried his best."

Rong Ling was taken aback.

HANK seemed a little uncomfortable, he flicked his bangs, turned half a circle on the spot, waved his hands and ran away quickly.

"God Z, bye!"

"...bye." Rong Ling lowered his head and touched the corner of his mouth, which was raised.

Turning on the computer and waiting for the client to update, Rong Lingshu's brows unconsciously knit together again.

Hold the phone and press the screen to turn it on, then click it to turn it off, and then press it to turn it on again.

Repeated many times, Rong Ling cursed, unlocked the phone and quickly dialed Liao Yi's number, listening to the long reply waiting for the connection, a lot of words piled up on his lips, and he wanted to say them all in one breath.

There is concern and distress.

irritable, restless...

As soon as the connection was made, Rong Ling opened his mouth and yelled: "Liao Yi! Don't fucking hide! If you don't show up again, I, I will..."

"...What's the matter with you?" On the other end of the phone, Liao Yi's hoarse and tired voice was filled with laughter, and it came through the receiver, brushing against Rong Ling's eardrums, causing ripples.

Rong Ling didn't expect Liao Yizhen to answer the phone. He held the phone in front of him, looked it over carefully, and confirmed repeatedly.

The one displayed on the screen was indeed Stupid Bird, who was on a call.

His heart tightened, emotions that he had never felt before surged into Rong Ling's eyes, and he called Liao Yi's name in an unsteady voice.

"Liao Yi."

"Hey."

"Liao Yi."

"...Hey, baby." Liao Yi responded patiently.

Some kind of unspoken tacit understanding flows between each other.

Rong Ling raised his head and pressed the corners of his eyes, heaved a sigh of relief, and his tense back really relaxed.

"Where are you?"

Liao Yi was silent for a while, and then said with a smile: "Guess?"

"Guess you big-headed ghost!" Rong Ling was annoyed, "You really grew up and your wings became stiff. You slipped away without telling us, and you didn't even return to the base, making all of us worry about you. Do you feel special? proud?"

"Really?" Liao Yi interrupted Rong Ling in a low voice, "I'm sorry for making you worry."

"..." Rong Ling closed his eyes, "What I want is not yours, I'm sorry."

There was only the sound of Liao Yi's light breathing on the phone, and the people on both sides did not speak.

"you……"

"you……"

The two spoke at the same time and both laughed.

"You talk first." Rong Ling slid his fingertips on the phone, he calmed down, remembered how Liao Yi was injured that day, remembered how everyone tried to dissuade him and insisted on finishing five rounds of fierce battle with injuries, and remembered that after the game, His red eyes... The complaints accumulated in the past few days, the words that wanted to reprimand him, could not be uttered in a blink of an eye.

This stubborn kid, who hasn't had much setbacks since his debut, gets hurt, feels sad, wants to cry, wants to find a place to hide...how normal.

If you don't have these reactions, it's not normal.

Compared with the first batch of players who entered the e-sports industry, including Rong Ling himself, these young players who are playing right now have a problem. They don't leave their mobile phones, and they like to search the Internet to see how others evaluate themselves.

Rong Ling knew that Liao Yi must have seen many people scolding him on the Internet.

Since he was brought into rhythm last time, Liao Yi has had a lot of "spots" who have turned fans and turned black. From his rants in qualifying, he began to criticize his poor character and quality, to the serious decline in the finals. Playing well, and several fatal mistakes, all became the grounds they used to attack Liao Yi.

In the Internet age, many people who don't know why are easily influenced by public opinion.

When so many people are like-minded to spray someone, they will be distorted into a concept:

If there is nothing wrong with this person, how can he be sprayed?With so many people spraying him, there must be something wrong with him, and he should be sprayed.It's right to spray, and following the trend is political correctness.

Rao has a huge fan base of JHG, and Liao Yi has many female fans, but they still suffered from all the previous blows.

The game was lost, and the fans were heartbroken.

The contestants were scolded, and they worked hard to defend and defend.

What I got was indiscriminate and fierce abuse from the trolls.

"Idiot Girl Fan", "Hot Sow Pig", "I didn't have any complaints about JHG players at first, but I was disgusted by these brainless young ladies, and I can't say what I'm playing? This is e-sports, Cuisine is the original sin, if you can't play well, you will retire and go to the bench, and you have to protect yourself when you come out to play as a shame?"

The power of words and language is greater than imagined.

In this way, cyber violence hurts those innocent fans little by little, like a caustic potion that repeatedly stabs the hearts of players.

The author has something to say: The little angel who said he would send me the blade, I tell you that you will lose your baby if you do this!

qaq

Xiaoniao's previous career was too smooth, and some ups and downs will make him go further

And my quick-acting heart-rescuing pills are only sold.

(Rong Ling: You talk too much, shut up!)

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Rong Ling held Liao Yi's ear and turned it half a circle clockwise

Liao Yi: Ah, it hurts!The ear is about to fall off!

Rong Ling: Is it wrong?

Liao Yi: Wrong, wrong, painful, painful... let go...

Rong Ling: What's wrong, huh?

Liao Yi: QAQ I shouldn't be brave

Rong Ling exerted force on his hands, and turned half a circle counterclockwise

Liao Yi: Aww!

Tolerance: Wrong answer

Liao Yi: ... Then, that is, shouldn't I impulsively go up to fight with someone without paying attention to my surroundings?

Rong Ling: No, right!

Liao Yi: QAQ I really don’t know, woo woo woo, please, big devil, I was really wrong

Rong Ling sighed, and let go of his hand: Idiot, you are not wrong to act bravely. I can’t blame you for not seeing your surroundings clearly. It can only be said that you are too young and inexperienced...but you were injured, we all said to replace it In terms of support, you are stubborn and refuse to agree, do you think you are looking for scolding?

With tears in his eyes, Liao Yi rushed over and hugged Rong Ling's thigh: I was wrong, I was really wrong, Ling, don't dislike me

Rong Ling looked at the sky speechlessly, what could he do with such a coquettish boy with a unique sense of justice, temper and appearance that were much different?

I can only pet it!