The captain is flirting again [e-sports]

Fans of either team clearly didn't expect this outcome.

As if the pause button was pressed, the entire venue was silent, and everyone's expressions were frozen at the moment when the crystal broke.

Even the commentator was stunned for a long time, and after a while, commentator A said with great regret: "Then let us congratulate MS for winning the second round of the playoffs. They will compete with LKG for the 2020 LPL Spring Championship in five days."

Commentator B is a fan of NG after all, and his mood is not too high: "I have to say that NG still made some mistakes in the later stage, the most fatal one was the time when the ancient dragon was lost, and when MS moved the big dragon, the double c chose to steal the house directly, but failed Afterwards, they sent out three heads, allowing the mobile suit to take down the big dragon and rush to the high ground..."

The voice of the commentary continued, and at the same time, the camera swept across NG's four blank faces, while Nuo Zhong propped his head and closed his eyes, the broken hair on his forehead was slightly soaked.

MS stood up and went to NG's seat to shake hands with them.

After Shangdan Yueming and Jiang Yin finished shaking hands, they walked up to Nuo Zhong, only to find that he was still in his original state and motionless.

"Nuo..." He hesitated for a moment, then patted his shoulder, "Nuo Zhong?"

Nuo Zhong slowly opened his eyes, focused his eyes for a long time, saw that MS had surrounded him, and hurriedly got up.

His brain was still a little dizzy, and he got up too fast, his eyes darkened and he staggered.

Yue Ming quickly reached out to support him.

"Thank you," Nuo Zhong stood firm and smiled at him.

When it was Rain's turn, he held Nuo Zhong's hand and stared at him for a long time, with slight strangeness in his eyes.

Nuo Zhong raised his eyebrows: "Why...?"

Rain interrupted him and said in a deep voice, "Are you okay?"

"Well," Nuo Zhong was silent for a while, then replied, "Thank you."

Rain frowned.

Thank you for what.

This preface does not match the afterword.

Xiao Hailang also cast puzzled and worried eyes, and Nuo Zhong rubbed his head.

When MS bowed to the audience, the five NG members took the peripherals and left the stage without saying a word.

Nuo Zhong was at the end. Before leaving, he paused and looked back at the auditorium.

It seems that he has never seriously observed his home court once.

Since entering this industry, he has monopolized the moment of winning the championship for three years, the posters of the players who get along day and night, the huge black and gold team logo of NG, and the banner hanging directly behind:

E-sports is engraved in the bones, and there will be no obstacles from now on.

Looking down, although the fans looked lost and bewildered, and hadn't recovered from the loss in the game for a long time, they still held up the support cards in their hands.

【I will always believe in NobleKing players】

【The 2020NG male god group must continue to shine brightly】

【You are king but I still want to protect you with all my life】

[The world's number one ADC, I love you forever]

Having been in service for three years, having so much is enough.

He dipped the sweat on his forehead with the back of his hand, and heeled up to follow the others.

Fang Cheng stood outside the lounge with anger suppressed on his face.

Seeing the team members approaching, and Nuo Zhong, who lost touch with the team at the end, he said with a sullen face, "What are you playing? Ah? Who will tell me, what are you all playing?"

"This can be overturned?? No, am I dreaming?? The economy is poor at 6k, four dragons, two highlands...Did someone hang up your fucking phone??"

Fang Cheng's voice became louder and louder. A reporter was already poking his head from the corridor. Bai Xinxiu hurriedly opened the door and pulled him into the lounge. He said in a low voice, "Come in and tell me something. People outside are watching."

"If you lose the ancient dragon, you lose it. Why don't you take the big dragon? With such a big advantage, you will win the team battle. ——Double c to steal a few towers?? Ah? Who the hell commanded it?? Your brain is trapped by the door Are you sick?!"

Fang Cheng was really angry, the string called reason had been broken long ago, and there was no wreckage left.

After years of not swearing, he started yelling at Tang Kairui.

"It's not me," Tang Kairui was also in a bad mood. His equipment had overwhelmed Rain so much, he lost half a tube of health with a skill, but he still lost the game abruptly. He felt aggrieved and was confused by Fang Cheng Scolding, and gradually losing control of emotions.

"Yes, I also want to ask, why didn't you use Dalong to steal the house? Why didn't you just get caught right away!!" He suddenly turned to Nuo Zhong, "Team Nuo? Why did you let me and you steal the house?? Isn’t it good to fight Dalong?? You somehow commanded me to steal the house, but why did you get killed when you dealt so much damage?? Are you playing fake matches??”

Qi Han's face darkened, and he suddenly turned around.

"No... From the time of the ancient dragon, why did you open the female gun at the wall? Didn't I tell you all about standing behind me and standing behind me, the sword demon Qiyana has The big move," Jiang Yin also said, her eyes didn't know where to look, and her tone was lightly mocking: "You are strong, I know, but which ad is not as crisp as paper, can it be against the sky in your hands?"

Nuo Zhong didn't say a word, and slowly put the peripherals into the bag.

"Okay, don't complain to each other after the game, go back and replay, let's work harder in the summer game," Bai Xinxiu sighed, comforting Tang Kairui and Jiang Yin, and tidying up the things in the lounge.

Qi Han stared closely at Nuo Zhong's back, feeling a little uneasy in his heart, but after watching for so long, he couldn't tell what was wrong.

Someone knocked on the door.

Bai Xinxiu went to open the door. The host of NG's home game stood at the door. She held two microphones in her hand, hesitated for a while, and said, "That... Manager Bai, the post-match interview session."

Bai Xinxiu was taken aback for a moment, and then remembered that he forgot about this, and hurriedly turned around and asked them, "Hey, interview, who's going?"

He looked at Yu Meng and Qi Han: "You two..."

"I'll go," Nuo Zhong interrupted him, stood up straight and walked out the door.

Tang Kairui and Jiang Yin glanced at him.

Qi Han frowned, feeling more and more uneasy in his heart.

The door of the lounge was not closed, everyone was packing up their peripherals, only Tang Kairui was having a temper tantrum with someone, kicking and rattling peripheral bags as if venting.

Within 2 minutes, the host appeared at the door again with only a microphone in his hand.

Qi Han walked to the door: "Where's the captain? Didn't you interview?"

Her expression was a little dazed, "Ah...Nuoshen said that he has something to tell his fans, so I don't need to interview him."

Got something to say to your fans?

say what?

Qi Han was also a little confused, but in the next second, there was a "boom" and all the blood in his body rushed to the top of his head. His eyes suddenly widened, his heart skipped a beat, his limbs were instantly icy cold, and his fingertips trembled uncontrollably.

"Quick!" Qi Han shouted, "—stop him quickly!!"

The host was stunned, and the NG people in the lounge were also stunned. They had never seen Qi Han who was so emotionally out of control. The boy's expression was so panicked that it was even distorted.

Qi Han rushed out, leaning on the wall and stumbled to the entrance leading to the stage...

However, it was too late.

He watched Nuo Zhong raise the microphone, and spoke under the admiring eyes of all the fans——

"Tell me something," Nuo Zhong said with a faint smile on his face, and his tone was as warm as ever, as if this was a normal post-match interview.

"I will accompany everyone here. The mountains are high and the water is far away. See you in the future."

For a moment, everyone's expressions froze.

Including everyone in NG who followed Qi Han at the entrance of the stage.

The huge venue was silent, deathly silent.

Only Nuo Zhong's voice continued: "Well, as you understand, I have retired."

"Fuck—" Xiao Hailang, who forgot something, heard Nuo Zhong's words when he was about to walk to the stage. He stood there for a long time in disbelief, stumbled back, and dragged the bewildered Rain dragged him to the stage.

"Team...captain," he was about to cry, still in a trance, extremely unreal, and his voice was hoarse: "—Nuoshen, Nuoshen, he retired!!"

"What?!" Several people in MS were shocked, and walked quickly through the corridor.

The first row below the stage was holding the largest light sign in the audience, and the boy who started the cheering for the fans at the beginning of the game asked tremblingly, "Why...why?"

"Originally, this club was built for fun, and I didn't want to play for a long time. The coach and teammates of NG begged me to finish the spring split. But... since the team played like this in the spring split, it's nothing It is necessary to stay."

Nuo Zhong took off his team uniform and jacket, threw it into the boy's arms casually, and said in a calm tone, "Anyway, I won't need it anymore. I see you in every game, so I'll see you off."

The boy was hit by the team uniform, and the metal zipper hit the side of his face, which was very painful, and his expression gradually changed from shock and trance to disbelief. There was a crack on his stiff face, and he pulled out a smile that was uglier than crying: "Nuoshen. .....are you joking......"

Nuo Zhong snorted lightly, and asked him back: "Do you have to wait for the official statement to believe it?"

Next to him was a female fan wearing a Nuo Zhong ID card. She turned her head slowly like a zombie, and saw the boy's team uniform that Nuo Zhong had thrown away like trash. He smashed the mineral water bottle he had just taken a sip from unscrewing the lid at Nuo Zhong.

The moment the water bottle made a move, she trembled violently, her throat couldn't restrain a "woo", she bent down slowly, squatted on the ground and cried loudly.

Following her movement, the hairpin fell to the ground with a ding-dong, flicked, and stopped moving.

However, Nuo Zhong still didn't have any superfluous expressions on his face, his eyes were calm and indifferent, he was unmoved by the mourning of the fans, and he didn't care about the water that was sprinkled half of his body and was still dripping slowly.

As if infected, although most of the fans still couldn't believe it was true and stared blankly at the boy on the stage with their mouths open, many of them were sobbing and nearly collapsed.

The scene was chaotic for a while.

Only a few fans noticed that Nuo Zhong's outfit was the full set of clothes he wore to attend the press conference after he officially announced that he joined NG.

From the necklace to the watch, everything is exactly the same.

The way his career started, it ended.

But no one thought about how a person who even dressed so well would allow himself such a sloppy retirement ceremony.

The author has something to say: I am really ashamed to see my wives......