The E-Sports Circle's Toxic Assembly Camp

For a long time, no one said anything.

Until Lin Yan's gaze swept across Jing Yuanzhou's side, he reminded: "The game is in."

Jing Yuanzhou turned around when he heard the words, only to realize that when he got up just now, he planned to minimize the window, but when Lin Yan suddenly appeared, he trembled and entered the matching interface again.

Jing Yuanzhou: "..."

He can hardly remember the last time his hands trembled.

Taking a deep breath, Jing Yuanzhou was about to sit down again when he saw a figure swaying in front of him.

Lin Yankuai pulled the gaming chair away and sat down, and asked casually: "Mind if I play a game? I watched you play all afternoon today, and my hands are really itchy."

For many professional players, their own accounts are like precious objects. Let alone playing ranked, it is impossible to borrow others to use it even for ordinary matchmaking.

But Lin Yan is obviously not "someone else".

Jing Yuanzhou knew that this was specifically to prevent him from playing, so he responded after a pause: "Yes."

Lin Yan adjusted the shortcut keys in twos and twos. The moment he entered, he caught a glimpse of the pleasant and enthusiastic greetings from other teammates.

He didn't say much, just simply posted an icon for the pre-selected shooter position, and then locked the hero calmly amidst a series of question marks.

The entire chat channel was instantly drowned out by the question: [Jingshen, myself?Don't hit the sidewalk yet? 】

Lin Yan didn't want to talk to him at first, but after a glance, he finally replied: [Power leveling. 】

This time, the strings of question marks on the barrage turned into rows of ellipses.

Seeing this, Jing Yuanzhou couldn't help laughing silently.

It is reasonable to suspect that after waking up tomorrow, the entry of #Titans Looking for Dailian Shangfen# will be on the top searched homepage.

Lin Yan didn't look back, and couldn't see Jing Yuanzhou's expression.

Sitting upright in front of the gaming chair like this looks extremely serious.

Although Jing Yuanzhou's account has fallen out of the top 10 rankings of the national server after not playing for a while, it is definitely the top echelon that can be matched.

Facing these absolute passers-by masters, Lin Yan's operations still seemed to be more than capable.

Replenishment, consumption, suppression, retreat...

As time passed, the economy of the bottom lane gradually opened up completely, and it entered the rhythm of crushing without knowing it.

Jing Yuanzhou stood behind like this, his eyes fell on Lin Yan, and he never moved away.

All the sounds of the game were hidden inside by the sound-proof earphones, and only the sound of keyboard and mouse tapping was left in the entire training room, which was eerily quiet.

It wasn't until the enemy crystal in the screen was completely shattered that Lin Yan slowly took off the earphones and looked back.

The brows raised slightly, and the voice was slightly elongated as usual: "The fine plus the power leveling fee, please transfer the money to me via WeChat when you find time."

Knowing that he was wrong, Jing Yuanzhou has always been very calm: "No problem."

Lin Yan glanced at the computer: "Are you still playing?"

It was obviously a questioning tone, but the ending sound was clearly lowered a bit, and the word "threat" was almost written on the face.

Jing Yuanzhou: "."

Lin Yan obviously didn't really want to get an answer. Before waiting for a response, he tapped the mouse with his slender fingertips and pressed the power off button.

As willful as ever, and as direct as ever.

Jing Yuanzhou didn't say much, but glanced at the time: "It's getting late, go back and rest."

The words fell, but there was no reply for a long time.

When I looked up, I saw Lin Yan was looking sideways at the messy ashtrays, wondering what he was thinking.

The light on the computer screen had been completely dimmed, and the ashes in the tank had completely fainted, which was astonishingly desolate in this empty training room.

Such a picture fell into his eyes, making Jing Yuanzhou's heart skip a beat.

Before he could say anything else, Lin Yan had already looked back, paused, and asked, "Do you want to retire?"

A sentence without beginning or end, just like this, directly plunged into my heart without warning.

Jing Yuanzhou never underestimated Lin Yan's sensitivity, but he never thought that he could be so sensitive.

He didn't seem to know how to answer, so he was silent for a moment.

Finally, he let out a sigh of relief and replied, "Maybe."

Having been in the professional league for so many years, Jing Yuanzhou also knows that he is almost reaching the age, but whether it is the BK management's intention to start cultivating new players, or following the GH team all the way to fight for the professional league again, he has never had a positive attitude. Thought about it until...the recent retirements of Luni and DeMen kind of gave him some extra associations.

Judging from the current situation, although Jing Yuanzhou will not start a comprehensive decline in his state like DeMen, he has already passed the peak period of Luni's state.In fact, he has realized something recently, until he came back and sat in front of the computer after three high-intensity games today... At least if it was changed to the past, he would never have such a clear occurrence in the process of extra training. A feeling of powerlessness.

Everyone has everyone's choice.

Like it or not, it was clear that the time had come for him to make a final decision.

I thought that after such an ambiguous reply, I would be dragged to have a good talk, but I didn't expect Lin Yan to just be silent for a moment and then nodded: "Yes, I see."

As he spoke, he casually dumped the cigarette butts in the ashtray into the trash can next to him.

But after a while, I still couldn't help but spit out a few sentences: "Having this idea means that I know that I am an old player, so I should take it easy. What's the matter, the young people in the team are going back to their rooms one by one Going to sleep, you are so old, you still come here specially for extra training? I know, I can still understand the good intentions of being a captain who wants to set an example. I don’t know, I’m afraid it’s still an old man The rebellious period came very late, the more you want to rest well, the more you like to run around and abuse yourself?"

In the end, Lin Yan seemed to feel more and more annoyed as he thought about it, and his brows furrowed: "To put it another way, Jing Yuanzhou, why do you treat me like my boyfriend and stare at you sleeping in the car all the time? Fuck it!" Don't worry, I just want you to take a break, even for a minute! On the way, I told the cooking aunt to prepare dinner in advance, and everything is arranged. I just want you to go back to your room to recuperate after eating. You're fine, if I didn't find out, you're planning to stay here all night? I said you really..."

All the dissatisfaction and complaints came to an abrupt end when they looked up.

Jing Yuanzhou interrupted these rambling words: "It's my fault."

Lin Yan was really full of dissatisfaction at this time, but all the displeasure was completely appeased by such a sincere sentence.

The corners of Lin Yan's mouth lowered a little, somewhat displeased with his coaxable attributes.

Just as he was about to say something, the figure in front of him suddenly approached a few steps.

A force suddenly overwhelmed him, and when he came back to his senses, Jing Yuanzhou had already pinned him down on the computer desk.

After the computer was turned off, the entire training room was surprisingly quiet. At this moment, each other's breath fell into the ears so clearly.

Instant ambiguity flooded.

Lin Yan's heart skipped a beat, and he couldn't help but gently pressed the man in front of him: "Speak well, what is this for? Let me tell you, seduction is useless!"

Jing Yuanzhou finally had a soft smile in his eyes: "I promise you, I will tell you when I am in a bad mood, is this okay?"

Lin Yan pouted noncommittally.

The next second, the light in front of him dimmed, and Jing Yuanzhou leaned over and kissed him.

A very long and lingering kiss, wantonly flooded in this space that only belonged to them.

In the end, Lin Yan pushed Jing Yuanzhou away unceremoniously: "How many cigarettes have you smoked tonight? Go back and brush your teeth!"

The next day.

When the two went downstairs, other players had gathered in the training room.

Noticing Lin Yan's appearance, Luo Mo was surprised: "Boss, are you upstairs? Why did no one answer your door just now?"

Lin Yan secretly glanced at Anjing Yuanzhou, and replied ambiguously: "Maybe I didn't notice it."

After finishing speaking, he rubbed the messy hair on his head: "What can you do with me early in the morning?"

Luo Mo didn't think too much about it, and replied, "That's it. After yesterday's game, the list of finals matches came out, and the match time is confirmed for next Tuesday. The only team our team lost in the regular season was Three. The last match was more or less like a revenge match. I wondered, did I just use this gimmick to record a pre-match promotional video or something?"

"Oh, yes." Lin Yan took a sip of milk from Jing Yuanzhou's hand, "I really need to record a video before the finals, and there is no problem in building momentum from this point. How do you want to shoot, are you sure?"

"It's almost a direction. Here are some videos that you can refer to." Luo Mo casually clicked on his notebook and placed it on the table. There is no National Day rest week ahead, so the progress of the game is faster than ours, and the video was released two days ago."

After the words fell, the others immediately gathered around.

Seeing the team logo in the first promotional video, Bi Yaohua couldn't help showing a disgusted expression: "What the hell, is there no one in the Korean division? A team like Win can enter the finals?"

Luo Mo smiled: "Don't underestimate Win, after all, he is also the champion of the spring competition. According to the evaluation of the data analysts, the overall strength is indeed top-notch."

The promotional video itself is only a few minutes long, and after one section is played, it automatically jumps to the next section.

A new screen was broadcast, and this time it was Gu Luo who softly said "Ah": "Captain, isn't this the South Korean team that Team Song went to be the head coach? I didn't pay attention to it before, but it actually made it to the finals? Does this mean...they have finally adjusted?"

Luo Mo was a little dazed: "Captain Song? Who is it?"

Jian Ning also cast a puzzled look.

The surrounding atmosphere was subtle for a moment.

After all, Luo Mo entered the e-sports circle halfway, Jian Ning's age also started to get in touch with the game "Scorching", and it's normal that he doesn't know some people in the circle before.But this Song team was also the man who was the captain of BK when Jing Yuanzhou first entered the professional league. Anyone who has a little knowledge of the early history of the hot league will definitely not be unfamiliar.

The promotional video is still playing.

At this moment, a figure in a casual suit appeared on the screen, speaking fluent Korean: "I think... In short, this year's world champion can only belong to KING."

It was obviously an extremely gentle demeanor, but it was sufficiently imposing.

Lin Yan's gaze moved slightly.

He has indeed heard about the fact that Song Cheng, the captain of the BK team in the early years, and the Korean shooter Flm in the team were transferred to the Korean division.But because it happened too many years ago, and there was not much description in the original novel, he didn't take it to heart.It's just that he didn't expect it, because his appearance affected the trajectory of Jing Yuanzhou's career and retirement, and at the same time, it also caused more intersections in this world that should never appear again.

Lin Yan rubbed the fingertips holding the milk cup slightly, and Lin Yan looked back.

From the moment the man appeared, Jing Yuanzhou's gaze was always on the laptop screen.

It wasn't until the interview screen cut to the next figure that he lowered his eyes and looked away: "It should be."