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"Sorry, I don't think so."

This answer was obviously beyond Edgar's expectation. He was taken aback for a moment, and then a slight coldness appeared on his face.

He has been beaten here by Jiang Ran time and time again, no matter how patient this young man who is accustomed to the city is, he can't help but feel annoyed at the anchor's ignorance at this moment.

"I thought you were a smart person and wouldn't be so impulsive, but now it seems that I overestimated you."

The accusation was inexplicable, but Jiang Ran understood it. Co-author Edgar thought that he was holding a grudge because of the previous conflict between the two parties, so he deliberately refused the invitation to save him face.

Jiang Ran felt ridiculous for a moment, but the corner of his mouth did not lift: "You seem to think that you can read people's hearts, but it is not a good habit to judge others by your own thoughts."

"What do you mean?" Edgar's tone was not kind, but it was actually the tone of his voice after he forcibly suppressed his emotions, because in his opinion, the stable appearance of the person in front of him was really annoying. If he wanted to describe it, It's probably the kind of condescending feeling that you don't care about everything, so indifferent that it seems that even paying more attention to you is condescending.

What made Edgar feel even more uncomfortable was that the expression was obviously contemptuous, but under the bright sunlight, it seemed so calm and fearless, as if it would not be violated by any foreign objects.

If Zhou Fushen were here, he would definitely be able to tell that this was Jiang Ran's expression when his patience was exhausted - Zhou Fushen was lucky enough to see Jiang Ran's expression when the two had a dispute on the set that time, and that always gentle and handsome face His face seemed to be soaked in ice and snow all of a sudden, and Zhou Fu looked at it deeply...the thought of losing this person came to him for no reason.

But now, compared to Zhou Fushen's feeling of being deceived by layers of beautiful wife filters, Edgar's feeling of being offended is deeper, but in this situation, any anger seems so unreasonable, so he chooses endure.

Secretly clenching his fists, Edgar tried to maintain his magnanimous image, suppressed the hostility that just surged, and said carefully, "I think we should all put aside our prejudices for the time being..."

"Don't you understand?" But Jiang Ran suddenly interrupted him and sighed.

"What?" Edgar frowned.

"You're just wasting each other's time if you continue talking." Jiang Ran didn't accompany him around the corner anymore, but straightforwardly said in a business-like tone: "I can tell you straight now, my proposal to you I have no interest, and I hope you can understand that not all players will be grateful for the olive branch thrown by the professional team, at least for me, the invitation of the IASON team is not very attractive."

From Jiang Ran's point of view, this is just telling the truth. After all, if you want to sign him as a great god, IASON is not qualified in all aspects; of course, if other teams send invitations today, Jiang Ran's refusal would be more tactful, but facing Edgar, he really didn't have that mood.

Therefore, it was the most blatant insult to put this passage in Edgar's ears.

The string of reason in his mind was on the verge of snapping, he took a deep breath, and said in a blunt tone: "There is an old saying in your Hua country that you don't eat fine wine when you toast."

"You Huaguo?" Jiang Ran looked at him in surprise when he heard the words: "I thought you were already a native of your country to be able to return to China to prepare for the competition."

"..." This is the case every time!This person seemed to always be able to say words that people didn't know how to retaliate. Edgar was completely enraged, and suddenly emphasized: "I advise you not to take yourself too seriously!"

Jiang Ran looked at him quietly.

Edgar collected himself, then sneered and said, "Indeed, you are quite capable of killing Liao Yang and the others with an overwhelming advantage, but that's all. If you are still around 18 years old, I will I will think you are a strong opponent, but unfortunately... I also have some connections in Dasheng, and I have asked people about your information. With all due respect, 25 years old is probably the end of the battle for e-sports players , It's good to last another two years in your career. May I ask which club is willing to accept such a player? It's even ugly! Wen Yuye, I'm flattering you by giving you a substitute position!"

Putting down the last sentence fiercely, Edgar finally felt the gloom in his chest dissipate, but Jiang Ran in front of him just slightly raised his eyebrows when he heard the words: "Do you just know my age... Then it seems that you are inside Dasheng The relationship is not strong enough."

"...?" Edgar didn't understand what he meant, but he only thought that Jiang Ran was trying to cover up the embarrassment of being exposed, so he was just talking about him, so he immediately raised his chin and said arrogantly: " Since you can't figure out where you are, then I have nothing to say, just do it yourself!"

After all, as if he didn't want to hear Jiang Ran's voice again, he quickly cut off the network, his consciousness emerged from the virtual signal, he exhaled briefly, and then took off the helmet.

The surroundings are quiet, only the white noise from the machine lingers in my ears.

This training room belongs to Edgar alone, but it is said to be a training room, but the decoration is actually the same as at home, and it is even spacious and comfortable, comparable to a hotel suite.

Although logically speaking, even the captain of the team should not have this kind of treatment, but who gave him another identity in this club-the son of the largest shareholder.

Edgar sat upright from the sofa at this moment, the sudden bright light made him squint his eyes uncomfortably, stroked the hair that was slightly sweaty on his forehead, and when he fixed his eyes again, his eyes happened to meet not far away Photo frames on the table.

It was an old group photo, in which he was young, his mother lying on the hospital bed, and his current father, Jiang Ze.

That's right - that was the last photo of them together before their mother passed away.

The people in the photo are all smiling peacefully facing the camera. No matter who looks at it, this is an image full of stories. The whole picture seems to reveal the warmth of a family of three, and the calmness when facing death. Smell of sadness.

Even after many years, when the parties recall it, they should still be touched by the scene.

But in reality, Edgar had no disturbances in his heart at the moment. He was only three years old when his mother died. Many people thought that he didn't remember anything, but that was not the case.

When he was babbling, his mother left a deep impression on him, whether it was the delicate and strong perfume smell on her body, or the men in suits and shoes who kept changing around her, and the rich men, all impressed him. Degas felt numb and bored.

But fortunately, this woman did something right before she died, Edgar thought, so after many hardships in his fate, everything finally began to develop in a good direction.

Thinking of this, Edgar stood up and slapped the photo frame down on the table, without any superfluous expression on his face, as if he had done this action thousands of times, to be honest - if Jiang Ze hadn't made this This photo is regarded as the most precious memory, how could he put this kind of thing in the training room to face each other day and night?

Just as he was thinking, the door of the training room was opened. Edgar frowned and was about to turn around and reprimand him, but when he saw who the person walked in, a hearty smile unique to young people suddenly appeared on his frozen face: "Dad, why are you here?"

——It was Jiang Ze who came.

Compared with a man who has been tortured by life at this age, his temperament is obviously much more refined and glamorous, as if fate has not exerted too much training on him.

But at this moment when he heard Edgar's greeting, he also said in a soothing and friendly manner: "It's nothing, I just heard from Xiao Wang from the public relations department that you want to recruit that anchor named Wen Yuye into the team. So I wanted to see how things were going."

"This..." Edgar paused for a moment, with sadness and a little shame on his face: "Maybe it's my imagination. I thought I could resolve this turmoil peacefully, but I didn't expect..."

He narrated the incident to Jiang Ze, and finally pursed his lips, looking unwilling.

Of course Jiang Ze would not blame him, seeing him like this now he comforted him even more: "Don't take this matter to heart, your intentions must be good, but some people in society are like this, they don't have much ability but they care more The sky is high, and I can't recognize my own position, but we don't have to worry about him, this kind of person will have his own troubles in the future."

"...I understand." Edgar nodded, but then he seemed troubled and said: "But the current public opinion on the Internet..."

"These can be reversed by relying on real results." Jiang Ze patted him on the shoulder: "There are still two months until the summer league. This is the first show of the IASON team. It is very important to us. After all, the club Whether you can continue to operate is also a matter of course, so you must pay close attention to preparing carefully, and don't affect your mentality during the game because of other things."

"En." Edgar responded, and then asked casually: "By the way, Dad, didn't you go to see the old house a few days ago? How about it, have you contacted the original family?"

Jiang Ze stared at the concerned and worrying pupils of the boy in front of him, and couldn't help but feel a little guilty in his heart. He knew that the boy would feel uneasy because of this, but he still couldn't resist going back to the old house to look at it. Now that he thought about it, it was too much to do. should not.

Reflecting on himself secretly, Jiang Ze sighed inwardly, and then said with some regret: "There is no result... There has been no one living there for a long time. According to the neighbors nearby, it seems that it has been vacant for more than ten years, and there has never been one. Someone came over to take care of it, but every year during Qingming, someone would put a bouquet of flowers downstairs... Sigh... I didn't expect that kind of thing to happen after I left."

There was a trace of pain in his expression, and Edgar said softly: "No one wants to see this kind of tragedy happen. It's not your fault, Dad. You are already the kindest person in the world for raising me who is not related by blood. It's just that everything can't be perfect, and dad is not perfect, so he will always leave some regrets."

"Perhaps." Jiang Ze seemed to agree with his statement. After sorting out his emotions, he looked at Edgar and said with relief, "You are a sensible and good boy. No matter what, I still owe your mother the most."

Edgar didn't say anything, just lowered his head and forced a smile, but he quietly put the photo frame back up where Jiang Ze couldn't see it.