The E-Sports Circle's Toxic Assembly Camp

When Jing Yuanzhou found Lin Yan, the big coach was leaning against the wall next to the balcony.

With a cigarette between his fingertips, his narrow eyes slightly narrowed in the curling smoke, looking at the distant scenery.

Occasionally, a gust of wind passed by, and the flames that blew the tail of smoke flickered faintly.

It was obviously a faint light, but it was inexplicably dazzling.

Probably hearing footsteps, Lin Yan glanced sideways.

When he saw Jing Yuanzhou, he didn't show too much surprise expression, he exhaled a puff of cigarette skillfully, and slowly stood up straight: "Smoking one?"

Jing Yuanzhou took the handed cigarette and put it in his mouth: "Bring me a fire."

Just as Lin Yan took out the lighter, Jing Yuanzhou had already leaned over.

When I lowered my eyes, I happened to see the clear and distinct eyelashes of the man, whose smooth angular lines were indescribably perfect and exquisite.

After lighting a cigarette, Jing Yuanzhou leaned against the railing of the balcony unhurriedly, looked at Lin Yan quietly for a while, and asked for no reason: "How is it?"

Lin Yan shook his head: "It's okay."

The mistake just now was too obvious, and he wasn't surprised that the other party would notice it.

Although he didn't quite understand why Jing Yuanzhou gave up this chance to kill, Lin Yan was still grateful in his heart, after all, it made him no longer need to continue the third match.

After all, I was still too blindly confident, thinking that 3V3 would not have much impact, but I missed it within an hour.

The feeling of the coldness that enveloped him instantly was so clear that even though he had gradually recovered his calm now, when the wind blew past, he still felt a little shivering with chills down his spine.

Lin Yan sighed softly, and raised his head to meet Jing Yuanzhou's eye shadow: "Didn't you ask me why I didn't play professionally before?"

The look in Jing Yuanzhou's eyes flickered for a moment, but he didn't speak.

Lin Yan's voice drifted past his ears indifferently, and his straightforward words seemed to be talking about other people's affairs: "PTSD, which is a very common traumatic stress disorder. I don't have any problems with my ears, so I usually Things will not be affected, but as long as you are in a closed environment like team voice, tinnitus, auditory hallucinations, and numbness all over your body will appear after a long time, just like... like this."

As if to prove what he said, he raised his hand hanging in his pocket and stretched it out to Jing Yuanzhou.

Although it has obviously calmed down a lot, the uncontrollable trembling of the fingertips can still be seen.

Lin Yan noticed Jing Yuanzhou's unclear gaze: "Don't look at me like that, it's not a big deal. It's caused by psychological factors, there's no way to cure it, so... just stop playing professionally. In fact, it's good to be a coach, Although I do feel a little itchy from time to time.”

Having said that, he laughed nonchalantly: "The situation will be much better in double row, but the more voices in the voice channel, the easier it is to be affected. I have never tried 3V3 before. Today's situation can only show that I I still overestimated myself. In short, thank you Jingshen for raising your hand, if you play the third round, you will really kneel down, thank you for not killing!"

Although he said it very lightly, Jing Yuanzhou clearly felt a sharp pain in his heart.

He subconsciously remembered what Lin Yan said to Abyss back then, and his eyes slowly drooped a little.

Obviously I am a person who is too distressed, but I always want to feel sorry for others.

Before I knew it, the smoke in my hand was about to burn out.

Jing Yuanzhou stubbed out the cigarette butt and threw it into the trash can next to him. Instead of continuing the topic, he casually grabbed Lin Yan's hand and walked outside: "Let's go, I'm willing to accept the bet and make you dinner."

The slightly trembling fingertips that were originally there gradually calmed down in the man's broad and gentle palm.

Lin Yan was slightly taken aback by such a move, and then smiled speciously: "Titans cook by themselves, which is really not the way ordinary people are treated."

Jing Yuanzhou followed his words and said, "It is indeed your honor."

Lin Yan chuckled lightly and didn't speak any more.

The bits and pieces of the past were originally circling in my mind, but at this moment, along with the tenderness from the fingertips, it gradually dissipated.

That year, Lin Yan hadn't come to the present world, and even just joined the league.

He is just a rookie who has just been selected into the professional team from the youth training camp. The one who takes a fancy to him is Zhang Anning, the captain of WP.

With the retirement of the former striker, the output position of WP has been vacant for a long time, and the arrival of Lin Yan has added new blood to the team.

The chapter team attaches great importance to it, and has worked tirelessly to take it with him since joining the team.

Because Lin Yan was not a shooter when he was in the youth training camp, Zhang Anning also asked him what he thought.

Lin Yan didn't care too much: "As long as you can play professionally, you can be in any position."

Zhang Anning's importance to Lin Yan is well known to the whole team, but also because Lin Yan's strength is indeed top-notch, after the whole team played a few training games together, they quickly gained the approval of their teammates.

As a veteran team, WP has an extremely strange attribute.

Every time they are one step away from the championship, there will always be various moths, so that the entire e-sports circle gave them the title of "Ten Thousand Years Second".

Zhang Anning was naturally unconvinced by this, especially after winning such a strong player like Lin Yan, he was full of hope for the next game.

Lin Yan was driven by the emotions of his captain, coupled with the joy of officially participating in the professional league for the first time, he played with great passion on the court.

After a wave of devastating victories, WP, which had been sluggish for a long time, finally reached the finals again.

During the team encouragement on the eve of the final, Zhang Anning patted Lin Yan's shoulder heavily: "Eternal, let's rush to the top of glory together!"

Even Zhang An Ning did not expect that such a sentence would leave an indelible mark in the heart of the young man ever since.

Lin Yan respected Zhang Anning, only he knew how much he wanted to stand on the podium of the championship with the captain.

Because the finals were scheduled in the afternoon, Zhang Anning was forced to make another commercial video because they didn't know what was going on with the sponsors that morning.

The arena and the sponsors happened to be in the same city, so Zhang Anning couldn't help but cooperate with the team manager's soft-hearted attitude.

Before leaving, he rubbed Lin Yan's hair, and told him: "While I'm not around, you should warm up well. This year's champion must be our WP. Obediently wait for me to come back, you know?"

Lin Yan was playing a game console at the time, and he didn't raise his head when he heard the words, just smiled: "Understood the captain, you are so long-winded."

Zhang Anning also seemed to feel that she was a bit of a mother-in-law, so she smiled and turned to go out, and got into the car arranged by the club.

Many years later, if you want to ask Lin Yan what he regrets most in his life, it is probably that he didn't say goodbye to Zhang Anning properly at that time.

When the bad news was received, the players were all preparing for the game in the waiting room.

A second ago, they were talking about why the captain hadn't arrived yet. When they heard that Zhang Anning's car had an accident on the elevated road, everyone was obviously stunned.

Lin Yan reacted from the news, and the first sentence in his instinct was: "Stop joking..."

The coach of the team who came to convey the news moved the corners of his mouth, and instead of answering the question, he turned to look at the substitute and said, "Amin, you take the place of Team Zhang."

The voice fell, and the whole lounge exploded.

The jungler took the lead and couldn't hold back: "Still playing?! The captain is in the hospital and doesn't know what's going on. Why do you still want to play?!"

The coach's eyes were also scarlet, but he looked at him firmly: "You also said that you don't know what's going on! What can you do in the past now, go in and perform surgery for Team Zhang? The whole team finally reached the finals , What do you say you are going to do, just give up the game and go to the hospital? Can Zhang Anning agree to this?!"

Everyone understands the truth, but when it comes to this, no one can guarantee that reason can overcome impulse.

In the blink of an eye, the entire lounge was in a mess.

The jungler went crazy and wanted to rush out, but the coach asked someone to stop him and refused to let him go out.

In the distance, the jungler's hysterical shout could be heard: "Lin Yan, you bastard, what are you talking about! The captain is usually the best to you, why is he silent at this time?!"

Compared to the others, Lin Yan seemed a little too quiet.

At this time, Wen Yan seemed to have just come back to his senses, looked down, and at some point, a deep and long wound had been pinched by the deeply embedded fingertips.

There was a touch of unusual white on his lips, and his throat rolled and rolled before he said a word in a low voice: "We must fight this game!"

The clear voice fell in such an environment, making everyone stunned for a moment.

Immediately afterwards, Lin Yan slowly stood up from his seat: "It's getting late, it's time to warm up..."

Before he finished speaking, he saw his figure swaying faintly, and the people next to him exclaimed in shock, and hurriedly helped him up.

The team doctor quickly gathered around to take a look, probably because the stimulation he received was a bit severe, which caused some signs of disorder in the hormones in his body.

The jungler stood beside him with a complicated expression, hesitant to speak, and finally rubbed his hair fiercely, and cursed in a low voice: "Hit! You must hit! Fuck you!"

No one knew the specific situation of Zhang Anning, but they didn't have much time to think about it.

The staff carefully knocked on the door of the lounge and urged them to go on stage.

Substitute Amin is a rookie who has just been promoted from the second team. He never expected that the first time he played was in the finals. Before he took a few steps, his legs felt a little weak: "What should I do... ...I, can I do it?"

Lin Yan's complexion was still not very good at this time, his whole face was morbidly pale. Hearing this, he glanced back at him, and said, "If you can't do it, you have to do it."

In this finals, Lin Yan played with unprecedented ferocity.

Although the weakness of the substitute is very obvious, but he also forcibly made up for the vacancy from his teammates by himself. The first four games of BO5 dragged to 2-2.

Before the decisive game, everyone returned to the waiting room to rest.

Because there was no news from Zhang Anning, the whole atmosphere was inevitably very depressed.

Impatient with such an atmosphere, Lin Yan got up and went to the bathroom. On the way back, he happened to bump into the coach standing in the corner of the corridor and whispering on the phone.

After a long distance, he couldn't hear the specific content clearly, until the vague sentence "I can't be rescued" fell into his ears, completely freezing his moment.

A cold feeling spread all over his body, and when he looked again, the coach who had finished the call was already holding on to the railing and crying in a low voice.

Lin Yan couldn't remember how he went back to the lounge, and he didn't know why he didn't even shed a tear.

Seeing that the deciding game was about to begin, he followed the team onto the arena again, and the shouts along the way seemed extremely distant.

The others didn't know the specific situation, and completed the preparations with a serious face. No one spoke under the absolute high pressure from the beginning to the end.

However, as soon as this game started, it showed a one-sided trend.

10 minutes into the game, WP was already at a complete disadvantage.

Amin was just trying to get the ducks on the shelves. After the last four games, his nerves were already tense to the extreme. At this time, under the continuous killing of his opponents, he finally completely collapsed.

The jungler was holding his breath, and the cries of the substitute undoubtedly stimulated his nerves even more.

Seeing that there was no hope of winning, although he didn't slam the keyboard on the spot, he couldn't help but exploded in the team voice.

After a while, the middle lane and support also joined in.

In the voice channel, the sounds of cursing, crying, and persuading were chaotically intertwined, forming an endlessly repetitive nightmare of ignorance.

The tearing between rationality and emotion has already put Lin Yan at a critical point that may be overturned at any time.

He could feel himself surrounded and drowned out by all kinds of sounds, and then all kinds of more sounds seemed to emerge.

At the end of all this, only the man's gentle words remained: This year's champion must belong to our WP, wait for me to come back obediently, you know?

So, if I do win this year's championship, will you come back as promised?

In the last wave of team battles, WP was exchanged four for one by the opponent.

Seeing the opponent aggressively pressing down under the defense tower, only a thin figure remained in WP's base.

Although the four of them were all bloody after the team battle, when the situation became 1V4, everyone felt that the outcome was a foregone conclusion.

Lin Yan's operations still did not stop.

[Eternal Kill Uky! 】

With the appearance of the first reminder message, it became more and more overwhelming.

[Double Kill (double kill)! 】

[Trible Kill (three kills)! 】

[Quadrakill (quad kill)! 】

[Ace! 】

Destroy the group!

The shooter with only a trace of blood left, faced opponents in different states, and completed an unimaginable massacre in front of audiences all over the world!

The final champion belongs to WP!

The audience was boiling, and the entire e-sports circle was also boiling.

However, when the officials were preparing for the awards ceremony, it was discovered that all members of WP had left the arena.

Until this time, everyone knew why WP chose to come off the bench.

It is a pity that Zhang Anning still failed to fulfill his promise in the end.

Lin Yan, who brought back the championship trophy, rushed to the hospital and only saw the peaceful figure in the endless paleness.

All kinds of voices on the field suddenly filled his head, and he covered his head and curled up slowly amidst the exclamation of everyone.

No matter how amazing the operation in the deciding game of the finals, how regretful the rest of the ending will be.

Just when the entire hot league thought that China was going to produce a new generation of god-level players, Eternal's ID completely disappeared from the public's view.

This was the first league he played in, and also, the last.

A year later, Lin Yan reappeared, but as a tactical analyst.

Under his leadership, WP started their winning streak dynasty.

There were different opinions about the reason why the former talented player suddenly changed his job. Only Lin Yan knew that someone stood in front of the stage and shined, so naturally, someone needs to stand behind the scenes to support silently.

It doesn't matter whether it is regrettable or unwilling, everyone has their own way.

At least he fulfilled his promise to the captain, which is actually quite good.