The E-Sports Circle's Toxic Assembly Camp

Amidst the cheers of the audience, everyone in GH took off their earphones and strode towards the backstage.

Compared with the warm atmosphere of the scene, the lounge was obviously much deserted.

As soon as Jing Yuanzhou entered, he saw Lin Yan lying on the sofa holding a thermos cup.

He obviously found a more comfortable posture, covered with a pink blanket, his expression didn't seem to have improved much, and the fundus of his eyes was slightly reddened by the burn.

When I looked back, I was somewhat in a trance for a moment, and then I smiled: "Everyone played well."

The voice sounded much hoarse than before.

Jing Yuanzhou couldn't help but frowned: "Pour some hot water for you again?"

Lin Yan really didn't want to move at all, even the accumulated game just now failed to arouse his emotions.

Lying there powerlessly, he obediently handed over the thermos after a "hmm".

The brother cameraman who took the extra footage happened to follow in with his camera up, and this kind of interaction was captured without missing a beat.

Standing by the side, Luo Mo inadvertently turned his head and reacted immediately.

Very quickly, he politely invited the following staff out: "I'm sorry, we're going to discuss tactics soon, please go out first, go out first!"

Soon, only the GH people were left in the lounge.

The rest time is very short, drink water for a while, adjust emotions, adjust emotions, go to the bathroom, and go to the bathroom without any delay.

Lin Yan took the thermos cup refilled with hot water and took a sip.

When he looked up, he found that Jing Yuanzhou had already unpacked the cold medicine beside him.

He took two capsules and handed them over: "You can't survive like this, you still have to take the medicine."

Lin Yan frowned: "I've already drank granules."

Jing Yuanzhou's attitude was very tough this time, and he directly stuffed the medicine into his hand: "The effect of Chinese patent medicine is too slow, if you don't want me to be distracted on the field, just be obedient."

Lin Yan is not usually a person who is easily threatened, but what Jing Yuanzhou said made people feel hot, and he caught his weakness with great precision.

Just like this, his eyes turned around the body in front of him, and finally the corners of his mouth were lowered a little, and he lowered his head, but he still took it and swallowed it with an unwilling face.

I don't know why, but this kind of action caught my eyes, and I felt a slight sense of aggrieved inexplicably.

The visual effect was a bit violent, like a hand gently scratching his heart, which almost made Jing Yuanzhou unable to hold back the serious expression on his face.

The door of the lounge was pushed open suddenly, and before Jian Ye walked in, the voice came in quickly: "Guess who I just met in the bathroom?"

Lin Yan glanced back and didn't speak. He looked unhappy after taking the medicine, with a lazy expression of no interest.

Jing Yuanzhou really couldn't bear it this time, and stretched out his hand to rub the hair on Lin Yan's head, feeling the other party's angry avoidance, a smile finally appeared in his eyes.

How should I put it, a certain big coach is really good at temper after being ill, but he is cute and childish.

Gu Luo next to him was quite flattering, and asked Jianye cooperatively, "Who is it?"

Jian Ye: "I met Wuhoo!"

Bi Yaohua almost spit out the sip of water he just drank: "Cough... how rare is this, brother? We are fighting Three today, of course Wuhoo is on the field!"

"That's not what it means." Jian Ye suddenly paused when he said this, and slowly swept around, "I didn't pay attention to the opposite battle zone before, but when I met this time, I saw... I put several pieces of ointment on it, and I was a little scared."

Bi Yaohua's movement of holding the mineral water stopped there: "Injury ointment? Why, Wuhoo was injured?"

After the words fell, the surroundings were slightly quiet for a moment.

"They are all professional players, and some illnesses are normal." Jing Yuanzhou lightly broke the somewhat delicate atmosphere, "Especially in the shooter position, each game requires more operations than other positions. A lot, the load on the hands is naturally greater, not surprising.”

Bi Yaohua had a complicated expression: "So Wuhoo has a hand injury, and I still..."

Gu Luo comforted: "Brother Bi, everyone is an opponent, and you should go all out when you are on the field. It's not your fault."

Jian Ye chimed in: "That is, being kind to your opponent is the greatest cruelty to yourself. You really don't need to be burdened by your thoughts."

"Why don't you blame me? Why don't you have any mental burden?" Bi Yaohua put the mineral water bottle on the table, heartbroken, "Fuck, I never thought that I would be so abused by a person with a hand injury on the field ? I can’t even match the words for dishes!”

The GH players who were about to continue comforting: "???"

The more Bi Yaohua thought about it, the more uncomfortable he felt: "It would have been fine if Wuhoo was in his prime, but now he is playing with an injury, and I played like this in the lane. Nima, the more I think about it, the more I feel like trash! Some I really don’t need to talk to the sunspots. I actually still have the face to pretend to be aggressive during the live broadcast. Now I feel that I am a real meal. I am simply not worthy to stand on the field of the finals. I should go home and eat shit !"

Chen Yushen: "...you don't have to scold yourself so hard."

Seeing Bi Yaohua wasn't because they knew that Wuhoo's hand was injured and felt pity, and the others were somewhat relieved.

Although a little ruthless, this arena is really not suitable for excessive sympathy.

As for the hobbies of forcing the king to catch himself scolding, just listen to it, don't worry too much about it.

Jing Yuanzhou also looked away, and noticed Lin Yan's thoughtful eyes when he lowered his eyes: "What do you think?"

"Although I'm sorry, it's really not my style to discover the opponent's weakness and not target it." Although Lin Yan was confused, recalling the process of the last game at this time, he was more or less aware of it. over here.

At this time, he slightly lowered his eyes and laughed lowly, "Three should think about ending today's game soon... Then I'm very sorry, I can only make them feel a little uncomfortable."

The torment caused by illness to professional players has never been uncommon, but this field has always been very cruel. No matter whether there is any reason of its own, the final result is the most real.

There are no excuses, no excuses, and esports has never demanded any sympathy.

In the final analysis, the weak are prey to the strong, and the winner is king.

The intermission time ended quickly, and the players from both sides appeared on the field again.

From the big screen, it could be seen that Lin Yan was leaning almost half of his body on Jing Yuanzhou's body, holding on to that hand tightly before walking into the battle zone.

Such a picture fell into the eyes of the audience, and they couldn't help talking about it for a while.

Commentator A's tone of voice was surprised: "This... I said before that Coach Lin's condition seems to be a bit wrong, but now it seems that he is really sick?"

At this moment, I saw the director cut all the shots and directly gave a close-up of Wuhoo on Three's side.

Although some people did capture a few blurry shots during the game just now, but as the hand with the wound clearly appeared in the center of the big screen, Three's fan camp was even more uproarious, and some people's eyes were even brighter. It was instantly red.

Feeling such an atmosphere, commentator B also felt somewhat complicated: "What's wrong with Wuhoo's hand...Three didn't seem to have disclosed any news before, maybe it's not serious, right?"

That's what I said, but whether it is serious or not, in fact, only the players and the club themselves know.

The director retracted the camera and passed over the players on both sides.

It can be seen that the faces of all the players in the match between the two sides are unprecedentedly serious.

The barrage of bullet chatting in the live broadcast room has almost completely covered the interface.

[What's going on here, the finals are here, and the two teams each have one wounded? 】

[Coach Lin doesn't play, the impact on GH is definitely not as big as Wuhoo's on Three, right? 】

[Isn't it just a few pieces of wound ointment, so there is no need to make such a fuss?My mother still sticks several pieces on her waist every day! 】

[It's three-point poison, don't you know?This kind of crucial game, if it is really not serious, who will post these on the field! 】

[What happened to Coach Lin?It's no wonder that the Jing team's aura is a bit full today. Is it because the coach is sick? 】

[The spirit is really not very good, the coach's mental work, the fever will affect the tactical arrangement. 】

[I feel so sorry for Wuhu, I have put so many plasters on, and I don't know what it does. Do my hands really hurt? 】

【Fuck, this year's autumn competition is the last one, what's going on, is it necessary to make it so tragic! 】

Amidst the discussions, the BP session officially started.

Lin Yan was dizzy after all. Compared with the calmness and determination of the previous games, the BP link this time went very slowly.

Several times, it was almost a choice made at a stuck point.

He leaned on the back of the gaming chair to barely stabilize his precarious figure. When speaking, his heavy breathing hit the headset again and again, becoming the only background sound in the entire team's voice.

During the entire BP process, no one spoke, even Bi Yaohua did not say a word, and strictly followed the arrangements of his own coach.

As the two sides completed the selection of heroes one after another, the lineup of the second game was gradually displayed in front of the audience.

The commentator compared the situation on the two sides, and took a slight breath: "GH's side...is absolutely planning to target Wuhoo to the end!"

Before the words fell, and before the next analysis was carried out, the voice was completely swallowed up by the exclamation of the audience.

Originally, Lin Yan was about to leave after finishing the BP session, but his center of gravity was unstable and he staggered, but Jing Yuanzhou quickly pulled him back.

In the presence of a large crowd, he slammed into the man's familiar embrace like this.

The director's shot happened to be cut, and the whole thing was included in it, and it was put on the big screen like this.

At this moment, the picture seemed to be still, Lin Yan's whole body was buried in Jing Yuanzhou's chest, at a glance, ambiguity grew.

The screams erupted more violently.

Lin Yan was already dizzy, but after such a turn, he only felt more dizzy.

Before he had time to react to what happened, he was stunned by the screams of the whole audience.

Looking up belatedly, he just happened to meet Shangjing Yuanzhou's eyes.

The man's eyes were deep, and although his voice was completely buried in the screams, he could only discern what he said through the shape of his lips: "Go back and have a good rest. On the field, just leave it to me."

The author has something to say: Team King: The championship trophy is also handed over to me.