Deep jungle routines[E-sports]

"Let's talk."

"There's nothing to talk about, get out." Rong Ling was upset, he slammed the phone off, and threw it back on the table. He fell back and lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling in a daze.

What happened in the past half day was like a derailed steam train, rumbling over his brain, smashing all the tracks that Rong Ling was familiar with, and smashed them into chaos.

complex.

Raising his hand to touch his lips, Rong Ling's face became hot.

This snake is sick!

After doing that kind of thing and saying that kind of thing, he dared to throw himself in the cold bathroom.

Dare to call yourself now.

Grabbing a pillow and burying his face in it, Rong Ling kicked hard on the bed a few times.

"A-Ling, are you free? Come out with me to smoke a cigarette." Standing by the door, Ou Ge seemed to be frightened by Rong Ling's appearance just now, stammering.

Rong Ling threw away the pillow, rubbed it on his face, returned to his expressionless expression, jumped up and took the cigarette case from the table: "Okay, let's go, don't block the door."

"Oh." Ou Ge followed behind.

The two pushed open the side door and walked out, a biting wind blew past.

"Fuck!"

"Why is it so cold!"

"Quick! Light a cigarette, it will be cool when there is fire."

Trembling and groping around, neither of them had a lighter, they looked at each other and howled at the same time.

"No, you're a pig!" Rong Ling sneezed and scolded angrily, "You asked me to come out to smoke, why the hell you don't bring a lighter, you're doing something?"

Ouge sniffed, folded his arms and apologized tremblingly: "My girlfriend forced me to quit smoking. I didn't think you must have it, so I... well, well, it's all my fault, my fault!"

Walking along the eaves to the backyard, the two of them huddled under the wall sheltered from the wind, Rong Ling held the cigarette between his two fingers, and couldn't light the fire, so he could only smell the smell to satisfy his hunger.

"I said," Ou Ge squatted for a while, rubbed the roots of his hair, turned his head to stare at Rong Ling's calm face, "When will you grow up, Ling?"

"Me? What's wrong with me?" Rong Ling was puzzled.

"Didn't I tell you to restrain your temper and stop confronting the boss?" Brother Ou frowned tightly, "Why didn't you listen? It happened in front of everyone during the day... oh, you , how can I rest assured."

Rong Ling got angry when he thought of that scene during the day, and he slammed the cigarette case into Ouge's arms: "Fuck! Let me tell you, Li Minhao, don't pick up any pot without opening it!"

Ou Ge was not angry when Rong Ling pointed his nose.

He is famous for his good temper in the team, otherwise Rong Ling wouldn't be able to cooperate with him so tacitly on the field.

"I'm telling you seriously," Ou Ge pushed Rong Ling's finger away, and said sincerely, "Don't just care about your own happiness when you get angry, let alone think about the team, at least you have to plan for your own future, right? I If you leave, no one will remind you, and when you get angry, you will speak out and offend everyone..."

"Wait," Rong Ling interrupted him, "What did you just say? Say it again."

"I said, if I leave."

Rong Ling: "..."

"Don't stare at me like that," Ou Ge smiled wryly, "You should remember that two years ago, we both signed contracts with the club at about the same time, and by the end of the year, the contract would be over."

Rong Ling raised his fist and slowly put it back.

If Brother Ou hadn't reminded him, he would have almost forgotten that the contract was about to expire.

Training day after day, it seems that the whole world is nothing but games, Rong Ling never thought of changing this kind of life.All habits are gradually built around the game, and then frozen into what they are now.

"...The club is very good, but I have to think about my own way out." Ouge put his cigarette in his mouth and looked up at the sky, "My girlfriend is about to graduate from college, if she comes to S city, let a Girls squeeze the subway every morning and evening rush hours, rush back and forth, and work hard for wages. Together, we have to save for several years to afford the down payment of a house in the suburbs. It’s too hard, I can’t bear it.”

Rong Ling bowed his head and was silent for a while: "Then what are your plans?"

"Me," Ou Ge sighed heavily, "I want to continue to play professionally. The problem is that I am getting older, and my reaction and operation are not as good as before. I often feel powerless."

"Nonsense! You obviously..."

"Ling, listen to me," Ou Ge stopped Rong Ling, "I have played for several years, and I know what level I am now. Besides, the club's new recruits are very fierce, without me , the team can continue to operate.”

Rong Ling stared at the calm smile on Ouge's lips in disbelief.

"The club has talked with me, and there are several teams who have also approached me privately. I thought about it, why not go to a team that can give you a higher salary and continue to play before I can get it. If it doesn't work, At least I can retire and become an entertainment anchor, kill me once and pay 30 Q coins or something."

"Stop talking!" Rong Ling stood up abruptly, pointed at Ou Ge's nose, and said viciously, "I won't allow it, did you hear me, I won't allow you to retire! Going to another team or something like that is even worse." Don't even think about it!"

"A Ling, don't be childish." Ou Ge stood up, his tone full of helplessness.

Rong Ling wiped the corner of his eyes fiercely: "Yes, I am childish. Why did you leave? Why did you change...why did everyone stride away and leave me here alone?"

"Ah Ling," Ou Ge frowned unbearably, and raised his hand to pat his trembling shoulder, "You are still young and in good condition. There are few good junglers in China, and the club will definitely try their best to keep you. You don't have to worry about salary. There is no need to worry about the way out. For you, the future is bright. I am different from you..."

"Where is it different?" Rong Ling opened his eyes wide, and there was a trace of injury across his eyes, "If you leave, who can play steadily in the middle lane and wait until I grow up to gank? Who can still develop after being targeted several times by the opponent get up?"

Ou Ge was silent for a long while.

Finally, he looked into Rong Ling's eyes and said softly: "...There will always be someone to replace me and become your new best partner."

No, no one else can, only you.

Rong Ling wanted to yell and cry.

But he bit his lip hard and held back.

Raising his hand to cover his burning eyes, Rong Ling didn't know where he was going, only knew that he didn't want to stop, once he stopped, he had to think about those things that made him scared and confused.

The contract expires.

The boss has a strange attitude towards himself.

And Liao Yi...

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The next day is the day of the cup finals.

The players, managers and coaches of all the teams put on suits, the organizer arranged for a special car to pick them up, and the media and fans waited on both sides of the red carpet early.

"The e-sports circle is becoming more and more entertaining."

Rong Ling heard someone whispering.

He curled his lips, his eyes filled with impatience, Ouge was chatting and laughing with Brother Xiong, he turned his head and saw Rong Ling, he was about to say hello to Rong Ling with a smile, Rong Ling glanced coldly, He turned sideways and lowered his head to adjust his cuffs.

Capitalized bold disregard.

Brother Ou smiled awkwardly, Brother Xiong and the others saw this and patted him on the shoulder knowingly.

Everyone has been together day and night for two years, and they all know something about Rong Ling's temper. It is obviously irrational to provoke him in Rong Ling's anger.

Ou Ge smiled wryly in his heart.

The one who made him angry was himself, but the others misunderstood and believed that Rong Ling was having a temper tantrum.

It is not appropriate to tell everyone the reason for the dispute.

The awkward and embarrassing atmosphere just floated among the GES people.

The owner of the club, wearing an elegant handmade suit, stepped off the Maserati. Feng Zhou immediately went up to greet him, and the others followed suit.

Rong Ling walked slowly at the end.

When the boss saw Rong Ling, his eyes lit up.

Usually wearing sportswear and casual clothes all day long, the Internet-addicted boy who lazily sits in front of the computer playing games, puts on a dark blue suit, which complements his skin white as jade and looks graceful.The design of the suit is simple and majestic, with a slight tuck at the waistline, outlining a seductive arc.

The boss looked down.

"Rong Ling, come here," the boss beckoned and grabbed Rong Ling's shoulders involuntarily, "I had dinner with them a few days ago, and some friends from the media said they wanted to interview you. Don't spend all your time playing games, you should also learn how to run a business." Pack yourself."

The day before yesterday, the boss's face was swept away in public, and Rong Ling felt like ten thousand muddy horses galloping past, suppressing his reluctance, forcing himself to ignore the boss's movements, and being dragged away stiffly.

The one being interviewed is JHG's outstanding bot lane combination.

BUBOR has a cute baby face with a little baby fat on his cheeks. After listening to the hostess' long question, he blinked his wet eyes and turned to Liao Yi for help.

Liao Yi leaned over to explain to Bubor in a low voice, Bubor was stunned, and chattered a series of words, Liao Yi continued to act as an interpreter, and relayed what Xiaobu said to everyone.

Fans' screams came from afar, and the hostess smiled and thanked Liao Yi for the translation: "...It seems that our God A is not only a good protector of Xiaobu on the field, but also off the field. Xiao Bu has been in China for less than half a year, how is his Chinese level now?"

"Not so good." Liao Yi smiled and poked Bubor, "I was asked, how is your Chinese now?"

BUBOR held back for a long time, and squeezed out a sentence: "He, they said... I... fifty cents in Chinese."

Everyone around laughed.

Liao Yi supported his forehead.

"Then who usually teaches you Chinese more, is it God A?" The host continued to ask.

BUBOR nodded seriously, and hugged Liao Yi's arm: "Xiao Yi is very good to me."

The fans screamed even harder.

The hostess also had a very understanding expression and smiled meaningfully: "Then what do you want to say to your assistant today?"

"Well... I hope we can always play games together." BUBOR smiled brightly.

The host turned his gaze and saw Rong Ling walking with the owner of the club. The expression on her face suddenly became girlish, and she whispered softly: "My God, it's God Z who rarely accepts media interviews!"

Seeing Liao Yi, Rong Ling paused.

The boss looked down at Rong Ling, and asked with a smile: "Why, stage fright?"

Shit.

Rong Ling got angry, stepped aside, broke away from the boss's hand, his eyes fell on Liao Yi, lingered on Liao Yi's slightly open neckline, and then fell on his arm held by BUBOR.

The corners of his mouth moved, and a slight mockery appeared in Rong Ling's eyes.

The people I didn't want to see just happened to get together.

The author has something to say: the most embarrassing thing is that someone runs away after confessing

Leave the stimulation to Rong Ling

After receiving this stimulation, I was immediately stimulated by my teammates

Rong Ling feels as if the whole world is targeting him ==