Please stop the behavior of the king of vinegar [e-sports]

There was no more sound during the call, and at the end Li Shuoyang hummed, and only replied: "I'm sorry for what I owe you these years..."

The voice was heavy, like regret and guilt, and also like a simple farewell.

Chuya took the phone away, and before regretting it, he hung up the phone directly.

Rather than harboring evil intentions, Li Shuoyang lied to him, it was more like making a choice contrary to his nature in a single thought. He believed in Li Shuoyang's kindness, but he no longer had any extra memories of it.

The light in front of him enveloped him in a blur, like the setting sun that he wanted to cherish back then, and also like the moon that accompanied him later.

But he knew that at this moment, all the sun and moon that he had seen when he was young were saying goodbye to him, and from now on, he and Li Shuoyang would never have any intersections again.

***

The winter night was longer than expected. Chu Ya leaned against the table and fell asleep for a while. When she opened her eyes again, there was no sign of dawn. Xie Ting was sitting opposite him, scratching the eggplant in the lunch box with chopsticks.

Chu Ya opened her hazy eyes and asked him lazily, "Why are you still here?"

Xie Ting asked, "Didn't you ask me if I drank or not?"

As he said that, he threw his chopsticks in front of Chuya: "Eat, the peppers have been picked out—are you having conflicts with your teammates again?"

Chu Ya held the chopsticks, with a serious expression like a joke: "LX, please pay attention to your wording, it's not that I have conflicts with my teammates, it's that everyone unilaterally doesn't like me~ I'm so pure and kind, even at the expense of dedicating myself to the captain. Who is contradictory?"

"Simple and kind?" Xie Ting poured himself half a glass of wine, "ChuY, are you human?"

Chuya picked up the glass and drank the wine, her throat no longer had the burning feeling just now, it was probably numb from drinking.

He looked at Xie Ting, and didn't mind revealing the other party's intentions: "So you think I'm desperate now, so you come to me to make up?"

He can leave the team arbitrarily, and he can personally reject Li Shuoyang's contact with him, so he can naturally break up with Xie Ting on another level.

After hearing this, Xie Ting did not deny it: "What's wrong? No? I just want to see you repeat the same mistakes. Am I the only one willing to collect your body?"

As he spoke, he pointed to the paper cup in Chuya's hand: "You don't mind me drinking with you, isn't that the best proof?"

The eyes of the two met, and the faint light shone on them. After a while, Chu Ya put down the paper cup and leaned back against the base of the sofa.

"You're right." Chuya replied, "I was almost shaken."

After all, Xie Ting was the one who pulled him out of the mud back then, and the significance of it may be no less than that of today's IS team.

So from a certain point of view, the term repeating the same mistakes is not entirely wrong.

"What do you mean almost?" Xie Ting asked him, "Does it mean not really shaken?"

Chu Ya boasted: "It's really smart."

"I asked you to drink because I thought you've come all the time, and there must be a chance to say something."

And now, perhaps, is the best opportunity.

The strong smell of alcohol flowed around, and the paper cups were wasted by the two of them one after another. Chu Ya took out the lighter, and asked Xie Ting in a haughty tone: "It also appeared in front of me when I was about to give up my ideals, did you Do you know the biggest difference between you and the guys from the IS team?"

Xie Ting looked straight at Chu Ya, and the atmosphere suddenly became serious, so he cupped his fists and said, "God ChuY please enlighten me."

Chu Ya smiled lightly, and it took him a long time to get serious again, and continued: "The difference is that they just think I'm not good - there's nothing wrong with it, I just leave."

"When I leave the team, the team will continue to play games as usual. Mr. Ou is relieved, it may not be impossible to buy better players than me - the IS team may not be worse than when I was there."

"So at least, they won't play tricks on the field. But you are different...you know how to play match-fixing, understand?"

Xie Ting listened quietly for a while, then spread his hands and said, "Why, do you think I'm not as virtuous as them? It's not like you don't know how good I was to you in the past."

"So what if you are nice to me?" Chu Ya looked at Xie Ting with a playful look, "I'll throw some money down, someone treats me better than you, and they even bring a full body massage."

He was full of jokes, but after a while, his eyes remained cold, and his voice gradually became indifferent: "You think that your match-fixing is just a disagreement between you and me-but this is not a contradiction between you and me at all , but the contradiction between you and all opponents and all the audience, and also the contradiction between you and the e-sports competition itself."

Xie Ting smiled disdainfully, but unconsciously squeezed the cigarette tightly.

Then, without waiting for him to answer, Chu Ya's deep voice continued: "...Old Xie, you must know that I am not qualified to forgive you on behalf of e-sports, our opponents and the audience."

***

The air cooled down, and after a long silence, there was the slight sound of Chuya extinguishing a cigarette in the water from the living room. He opened his bloodshot eyes, and picked out two clean ones from among the messy tables. The cup is filled up with a gurgle.

Later, he pushed one of the cups in front of Xie Ting, who was still reluctant to speak, and said, "Do you know why I like e-sports?"

Xie Ting didn't answer, and Chu Ya didn't seem to want to ask him sincerely, so he quickly answered by himself.

"To put it bluntly, my parents were criminals, and they were the type who would be executed immediately if they were caught. So I have encountered a lot of unfriendly treatment since I was a child."

"I don't know how to recall these things, and I don't think others are right or wrong. It's just human nature that they don't like the criminal's son."

"However, athletics is different—if there is no absolutely pure thing in the world, then athletics must be the closest to pureness."

So pure that he never asks about his background, as long as he brings victory upright, he is a clean hero.

Xie Ting twisted the edge of the cup, but still did not reply, Chuya also fiddled with the cup in his hand, and sighed deeply.

There was a strong smell of smoke and alcohol tearing around, and finally, at a certain moment when the light was flickering, Chu Ya knocked over the cup in front of him, and his voice suddenly became louder: "I just want to play a game honestly, What about you? Why do you have to go to gamble?"

For some words, he seemed to have thought about them for many years, and finally found the opening for the explosion.

"Why don't you just tell me how much debt you owe?! I can give you all my savings, wages and bonuses, and I have to pay you back when I go out naked. You don't even need to type an IOU. , why don't you understand?"

These questions seemed to have been between the two for many years. Chu Ya never thought that he would say it, and Xie Ting didn't think that he would still have a chance to hear it.

It was rare for his eyes to flicker to avoid Chuya's sight, and he said after a long while: "...The gambling money comes quickly, I just don't think we need to waste it."

"You fart NM." Chu Ya smashed the paper cup, not making much noise, but it made the surrounding air tense enough—In Xie Tingfu's stubborn silence, Chu Ya spoke again: "I know, you went to the STG team to cooperate. I keep making jokes about the game, just want to see me go back to the step of losing the game and being squeezed out-at that time, only you will still regard me as a friend, so we can always make up, right?"

Xie Ting squeezed the cup under his palm, this time, he finally replied: "You can say that."

Chu Ya asked back, "Do you fucking believe it yourself, Xie Ting?"

He knew that Xie Ting might know better than him that there was no way for them to reconcile at all, but with Xie Ting's character, if he felt unwilling, he would never let it go—if he didn't try his best, he would never be able to convince himself.

"Okay, now you tried it and got the result." Chuya spread her hands, relieved in a sense, "I've almost reached that point, and I even regret it, I admit that I shouldn't have done it from the very beginning. Becoming a professional player—you see, ChuY has changed four games and never said such a thing, but even if it reaches this point, even if your appearance is like a life-saving straw, I don’t intend to grab it.”

The air was silent, with the faint moonlight coming in, Chu Ya looked at Xie Ting, and continued: "LX, you should understand that it doesn't really matter what you do, no matter what happens, I'm still ChuY, the one who is so shameless in other people's eyes. A neurotic who is willing to go - the important thing is whether you want to let yourself go."

After Chu Ya finished speaking, he lit the cigarette again, and there was a long silence between the two of them. After the cigarette butt was burned out, Xie Ting laughed lightly, as if he had got some kind of answer, and cursed: "It's outrageous, it's really kind Exactly what I expected."

He sighed softly, his voice gradually dissipated in the smoke: "ChuY is still like this, and will not change because of anyone."

***

The conversation was not very pleasant. After drinking for three rounds, there were not many full bottles left. Xie Ting put down the cigarette butts in a sigh of relief, and did not plan to stay any longer: "Actually, I didn't tell you...I came to find you, It's because I have a hunch in my heart that this may be our last chance—it seems that from now on, we can only be outright enemies."

"Get out." Chu Ya was not polite to him as before, "It sounds like NM and we have an affair, how can I explain to Team Lu when I go back?"

Xie Ting squinted at him: "Come on, I still want to have an affair with Lu Feng more than you."

These words made Chuya almost confront his opponent, and he also sneered, saying: "I hear what you mean, are you going to take the initiative to go back and admit your mistakes?"

Chu Ya looked at the chaotic table motionlessly, with a bleak smile on the corner of her mouth: "Otherwise?"

"Could it really be like what I said, not to apologize to Lu Feng, and not to go back to training?"

As he said that, Chu Ya's tone was extremely fierce: "Am I so stubborn?"

"...Damn it." After hearing this, Xie Ting threw the extinguished cigarette butt at Chu Ya, in exchange for a warm greeting from the other party to his ancestors, but he did not fight back, but stood up and said: "Drink it!" There are so many, you have to train intensively tomorrow afternoon, I think you are exhausted."

He knew that after such a toss, the other party's stomach problem that relapsed some time ago could not be unrecognized, but Chu Ya frowned and just smiled: "Just a few glasses of boiled water are not enough for one-tenth of Dad's drinking capacity. It's the training match, it's okay to beat you."

Xie Ting took out the medicine in his coat pocket and threw it on the table. Then, he replied, "I wish I was lucky, I will probably continue to make trouble in the future", and then got up and planned to leave.

The moonlight shrouded from behind, and it was as thin and cool as a veil. The moment he turned around, he heard Chu Ya behind him say: "I will send you something some other day. You will pay upon delivery. Remember to accept it."

He didn't look back, just asked: "What is it?"

Chu Ya's voice was equally calm: "It was the medical bill I got from that quack doctor when you took me to see a doctor."

It is the rare warmth that I have lived for so many years. It was put in the luggage, and no one cleaned it for a long time, so it was left for too long, until it changed from a page of paper carrying youthful years to a piece of recyclable Rubbish.

Now is the time to return it to its original owner.

The strong smell of tobacco and alcohol filled the small living room, Xie Ting did not reply, the surrounding was silent, only the sound of him leaving.

At that moment, his footsteps seemed to be slower than usual, but he didn't seem to.

***

The moonlight was even colder, and it was already four o'clock in the morning when the silent door rang again.

Chu Ya was still lying on the coffee table, but now she could only endure the severe pain and stand up, and went to open the door first.

The light outside the house was dim, but the moment the door opened, he was still taken aback, as if he couldn't care about anything, he just wanted to close the door.

Lu Yan stood outside the door, and when he saw this, he quickly raised his hand to press the door panel to stop Chu Ya's movement.

The difference in angle made Chuya more advantageous in this extremely short tug-of-war. He pressed the door to the edge of closing, almost touching the back of Lu Yan's hand, forcing Lu Yan to let go, but Lu Yan seemed to abandon his instinct. , without any intention of taking his hand away.

Only a few centimeters away, the door was able to crush Lu Feng's fingers, but at that moment, it barely stopped - Lu Yan was about to speak, when Chu Ya's ferocious voice exploded in his ears: "Not yet!" Let it go? Believe it or not, if you don’t let go, Dad will destroy you—"

It goes without saying how important your hands are in their line of work, but Lu Yan cast his eyes down, without any hesitation: "Come on, God Chu will use his strength now, and destroy me immediately."

"..." Chu Ya gritted her teeth and said nothing. After a few seconds of stalemate between the two for no reason, Chu Ya let go of her hand and went back to the house without looking at Lu Yan the whole time: "How about a TV show? Dad?" I don't have time to play with you."

The smell of alcohol made Lu Yan very anxious, he quickly grabbed Chu Ya, he just wanted to tell the other party that there was a misunderstanding between them.

However, the facts proved that he had seen so many obedient and well-behaved Chuya in front of him that he almost forgot how difficult it was to reason with ChuY, the tsundere textbook who was drinking.

The author has something to say: it will be sweet later. 奥5555

感谢在2020-06-2603:17:26~2020-06-2923:03:10期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 6 bottles of Mo Xuanqing;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!