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

Several people in the training room all looked at Lu Yan, but he threw the earphones and ran out. He just felt that it was a complete mistake for him to refrain from asking Langhuay for Langhuay's address before.

What kind of respect for God Chu sounds like a joke now.

If anything happened, it would be too late for him to regret it.

After living for more than 20 years, he probably only panicked like this when Chuy announced his retirement.

Fortunately, the last trace of calm made him know to call Chen Yao: "Manager Chen? That's right, Lu Yan—do you have Langhuay's current number and address?"

He saved Chen Yao's phone number when he checked this matter before, but he didn't seem to respond: "Which langhuay?"

"..." Lu Feng was really anxious, "My langhuay!"

He ran towards the garage, but was instinctively a little scared.

Before that, he had always acquiesced that God Chu had already left Shanghai, so at this moment, he might just be lucky.

Chen Yao replied: "Oh, I don't have his current number, but I have his address, wait a minute, I'll look it up..."

Lu Yan was so irritable that he had nowhere to look. Chen Yao probably didn't wake up, but he still muttered to him: "No, young man, you have already developed to this point?"

"So eager to find him in the middle of the night? Then why don't you ask him directly?"

"The team actually forced you to be like this... In fact, if you want me to say, it's good to push oil and do a lot of health care when you have nothing to do."

"Otherwise, if he is not in Shanghai, will you have to suffocate to death?"

The implication is that God Chu is really in Shanghai?

Lu Yan heard his heartbeat speed up suddenly, but he didn't have time to care about it: "Send me quickly——"

"Sent it." Chen Yaoquan thought he was going to surprise Langhuay, "Are you in such a hurry? Then don't forget to wear a condom."

"..." Lu Yan couldn't answer these words. Ten seconds later, he finally waited for an address to pop up in the text message notification bar - unexpectedly, it was in the area next to the team base.

Fuck... what the fuck is this?People who are not destined will never meet?

So when he stepped on the accelerator of the Ferrari, Lu Yan thought, there really is no love in e-sports, if you play games all day and don't go out, it's a ghost to meet someone.

Although...he didn't know if he was in love with God Chu.

After thousands of days and nights, the yearning, joy, and reliance on God Chu were unrestrained for the first time, and they all rushed into his heart. All the neon lights reflected in his eyes seemed to be not as bright as the young man's smile when he was full of energy.

***

Five or six years ago, he just casually left a message under Chuy's lottery Weibo, saying that he wanted to take away the signature before committing suicide, and he was inexplicably entangled by Chuy.

The other party is probably busier playing games than he is at school, but he private messaged him if he had nothing to do: [Did you watch my game this week! ! ! !Don't forget your 500 word thoughts! ! 】

The screen was full of exclamation points, not even asking for his opinion.

Lu Yan begged him for now: [Great God, can you let me go?I really didn't want to commit suicide, that's just a meme, you know the meme? 】

He feels powerless to guide the elderly to surf the Internet, but Chuy is still strong: [I don’t understand, anyway, if you don’t post it, I will call the police. Remember to use more flowery words, use more idioms, I like to watch others blow it]

... It's none of my business whether you like it or not!

——Lu Yan couldn't help muttering, but Chuy swiped the screen to send more than a dozen photos: [Taken in the background today, exclusive, you save it]

He was a little confused, and gradually realized that something was very wrong.

To be honest, he was just an ordinary spectator who followed the trend and watched some games. He liked several famous players, and Chuy was one of them.

But chuy sent things and chatted with him, obviously he has been regarded as a loyal little fan by default.

——The logic behind the photo he sent him is probably: Your most admired idol greets you every day and talks with you, you always have something to look forward to.

At that time, Lu Yan was 16 years old, but he was more mature and calm than now. He looked away and thought: This logic is not rigorous at all, and at the very least, it has to be sent to me by the head of the NBA or Mr. Hatano?

An e-sports player who plays games is really not that attractive.

But Chuy's hand speed is professional, he can send hundreds of words in 2 minutes, and he always asks: [Why don't you reply to me?I sent you another box of snacks and autographs, 20 pieces, you got rich little brother]

"..." Lu Yan gets annoyed when he thinks about the piles of crunchy sharks that he can't finish eating - he is not indebted to favors by nature, so he has to spare time every weekend to watch two games of chuy, and really blow a few words in response .

[Great God, are you satisfied? ^??^]

Chuy made an insatiable comment: [I still like to read idioms, isn't your Chinese performance not very good? 】

Lu Yan was so angry that he gritted his teeth: [I've never scored below 135! 】

But because he didn't like this topic, his mood suddenly became very low.

So for several hours afterwards, he buried himself in the questions and didn't open the private message again.

It was not until before going to bed that he habitually logged into the account and took a look.

Sure enough, swiping the screen is Chuy's strong point:

[Sorry little brother, I said something wrong]

[Give me the face of China's first assault, please reply]

【exist?Look at your god? 】

【Don't be like this bro, I'm not in the mood to eat anymore, look, this is my leftover meal from the night】

Chuy sent a picture, but Lu Yan recognized it at a glance. The plate had been filled with rice at least twice.

【... Are you eating the second plate? 】

【…】Chuy is really guilty, 【Auntie Cooking is a bit delicious】

While speaking, the other party chatted endlessly about auntie's craftsmanship, while Lu Yan watched quietly, gradually slowing down the speed of turning the pen.

In the end, facing the large paragraphs of text in the dialog box, Lu Yan only said: [Great God, we don’t know each other, but you really don’t need to worry about me]

—Yes, nothing to worry about.

He knows his situation better than anyone.

Sometimes I want to cry, sometimes I want to die, I am often depressed all day, and I always have inexplicable heart palpitations and insomnia—perhaps, everyone has experienced similar extreme emotions when encountering setbacks and sadness, but The biggest problem is that when he thinks this way, there is no setback or sadness around him.

The doctor once told him that it was a disease, but he felt that he was hypocritical, weak, and even ashamed to have this disease.

If it wasn't for the other party's repeated persuasion, it would be impossible for him to cooperate with the treatment.

In other words, it was his mistake to choose to receive treatment.

Because he had only taken half a course of medicine, his father threw all those things into the trash can and asked him, "Are you ashamed? What kind of medicine do you take here if you are not sick?"

At that time, Lu Chengye was receiving a distinguished guest at home, and Lu Yan also knew that he seemed quite ashamed.

So he could only keep silent, standing under Lu Chengye's blaming eyes - from then on, he never thought about getting treatment again.

Probably... Chuy will get annoyed soon if he has ups and downs like him.

Even though, Chuy replied to him: [Why don't you?The hand speed of being single for almost 20 years, it’s not bad to type a few words with you even if the plane is hit]

[Have you finished eating the crispy shark, kid?I'll send you some more? 】

—and it will surely get annoying soon.

***

At 1:[-] am, even the roads in Shanghai seem a little deserted.

The black Ferrari was speeding through the high-rise buildings, and Lu Feng was in a state of confusion. He never expected that after turning a few streets according to the navigation, he would come to such a place.

The small building in the alley in front of him was so dilapidated that he couldn't believe for a moment that God Chu lived here.

Although Chuy didn't play the most well-known e-sports event with the highest prize money back then, he still has millions of dollars in savings, so how could he rent such a place?

He even thought that Chuya would move out no matter what with the two months of live streaming income, but the uncle downstairs told him: The guy on the second floor of Unit 2?He didn't move.

Lu Feng couldn't help but be full of doubts and self-blame, so he could only run to the Internet, clinics and hospitals around here to look for it.

The midsummer night wind was blowing on his face, and he couldn't even tell whether the anxiety in his heart came from worrying about Chu Ya, or from the anxiety that he might meet Chu Ya.

***

In the dark alley separated by a whole Yangtze River, the light was very dim. When You Xiaojiu arrived with a few people, there was already a faint smell of blood around.

Fearing that something would happen to Chuya, they hurried to the depths, but a few seconds later, a black shadow stopped them with a stick.

A group of people stopped abruptly, instinctively wanting to pick something out, but the black shadow suddenly let go—the steel rod fell to the ground with a bang.

"You Xiaojiu, if you slow down as an escort, you will be imprisoned by the Nine Clan."

A small piece of moonlight shone in the darkness, and finally people could see the speaker's face clearly—everyone froze for a second, then quickly surrounded him.

"Fuck, Brother Chu? Are you okay?"

"Brother, do you want me to help you?"

"Who the hell is looking for you?"

You Xiaojiu breathed a sigh of relief, and was the last one to step forward: "I want to escort you, your phone is so quiet, I didn't even think it was Leiting.com."

In the middle of the crowd, Chu Ya's brow bone was still bleeding. He supported the people beside him to stand, and only said, "No way, through the pants."

The young men who were looking for trouble had already withdrawn when they heard someone coming. At this moment, his head was dizzy, and he could barely distinguish where he was injured—probably the back of his head, left arm, side waist, and right palm— —I scratched it when I grabbed the steel rod, and now my hands are probably still covered in blood.

Fighting is his forte, as long as he strikes hard enough, he usually doesn't suffer a loss, but this time the opponent really has a lot of people, and he almost can't stand it.

The surrounding wind and human voices were a bit blurred, and he couldn't control the sinking of his body's center of gravity, so even though he was still conscious, he closed his eyes first to save some energy.

There was a lot of noise in the alley in the early morning, and Chu Ya didn't bother to distinguish what they were talking about. He seemed to only think about the fact that he was talking to Lu Yan just now, so when he was pushed into a taxi, he said, "Where's my cell phone? My ex-husband called..."

A car of straight men looked at each other, "Your ex-husband?" You Xiaojiu pinched him hard to make him shut up, and reported to the nearest hospital to his dormitory: "Master, please drive faster, or I'm afraid he will kill your car!" Come on, it's unlucky."

***

When she woke up suddenly, Chu Ya stared at the ceiling in bewilderment, and it took a long time to realize that she was in You Xiaojiu's dormitory.

fuck...

He instinctively wanted to rub his still sore forehead, but found that his arm hurt even more fucking: So this group of people didn't arrange a VIP ward for him in the hospital?

As his big brother, he deserves to have a face?

He could only lay down with his hands down, and began to think about what happened last night.

Fighting with someone, going to the hospital, being brought back by some brothers to rest, a complete set of fighting process, at first glance, there is nothing wrong with it, but there is only one link that is not right.

"...Fuck me."

The link turned out to be that he didn't report his safety to his netizen Lu Feng.

So he didn't even think about why he was looking for Lu Feng, so he hurriedly touched his phone, so as not to turn this into a serious crime of kneeling on the keyboard.

When he finally opened the address book, he was even a little timid - this was the first time he called Lu Feng, and he didn't know if it would disturb the other party's training.

He wanted to hang up, but the call was answered in seconds, giving him the illusion that he was caught doing something wrong.

"...Hello?" So he had to greet carefully, but it sounded calm over there: "Where are you?"

How dare Chuya tell the truth: "Me? I'm mining in South Africa—"

At least, he doesn't have any plans to get offline with Lu Feng yet.

However, there suddenly exploded:

"You are mining in South Africa? Then my J-11 has already driven to your door, where are you?"

"I searched all the Internet hospitals around where you live, but I couldn't find you."

"How are you doing?"

"Why are you calling me now?"

...Why are netizens so fierce this year?

Chu Ya's heart skipped a beat: besides, where did Lu Feng know where he lived?

Could it be another cheating wave tv?

Chu Ya knew that as long as he touched the game, nothing good would happen.

He tried to fool Lu Feng's concern: "It's nothing, just missing two arms and one eye~"

But hearing Lu Feng's silence for a while, he was inexplicably wrong, and explained: "Say, it's just a joke, it's just a fight, and there are many brothers in my network, nothing happened."

By the way, he also told a well-founded lie: "But I was invited in for tea, and I just let it out."

Lu Feng still didn't speak, Chu Ya probed again: "Here?"

"Angry?"

But over there, suddenly, the whole person was discouraged: "I'm angry?...Maybe, I'm angry with myself."

"I used to think that most of them brought the rhythm online, and I could solve them all."

"But I didn't expect..."

"They?" Chu Ya was wondering, but Lu Yan took a deep breath, and suddenly asked, "Can we meet?" This scared Chu Ya people into a daze, and hurriedly evaded: "No, no, no, my appearance fee is very high." Expensive ones, and I don’t have the habit of sending them thousands of miles away.”

——But the words seemed to reveal something, and he quickly changed his words: "I, I mean we are just playing with ordinary netizens, don't you really want to be gay?"

"Brother... I'm straight and you're straight, not to mention you've only heard my voice, is that too much?"

He was panicked to death, but fortunately, Lu Feng was silent for a while, and he didn't mean to meet, he just said: "Listening to the voice is enough..."

Chu Ya couldn't help being shocked: "Fuck...how come you are more ruthless than me."

He thought, at least, I have seen what you look like when I masturbate.

There was a few seconds of long silence in the microphone, Lu Yan also compromised, sniffled and said, "I called the police and no one responded, can you take a photo and send it to me to prove that you are okay?"

Chu Ya felt that this method was reasonable. Anyway, all he could see was a small wound next to the brow bone, but when he was about to agree, the other party added: "Or the kind that wears a coat and the whole body."

???

Chu Ya's face was full of question marks: "What about naked loans, you fucking want to take advantage of me?"

Lu Feng seemed to be taken aback for a moment: "I didn't...!"

"I'm really afraid that you'll lie to me..."

At that moment, Chu Ya had an illusion that Lu Feng was about to cry.

This made him have to suspect that his brain was really broken.

"Don't be in a hurry...?" Chuya suggested, "Why don't you turn on the video call and I'll show you a set of military boxing on the spot, is that okay?"

Hearing that there was finally a hum over there, Chu Ya immediately ran up reluctantly and searched for a mask from the cabinet, covering most of her face before connecting to the video.

At the moment when the picture was connected, Chu Ya was only a little nervous, but after seeing Lu Feng's face clearly, he was completely stunned.

That face was the same as usual, fragile and beautiful.

But Chu Ya could easily tell that the background in the picture was the dilapidated building he rented—the sun shone down, and a thin layer of sweat seeped on Lu Feng's skin, and got wet around that beautiful collarbone.

He was frowning and looking at the screen, and there seemed to be a whole ocean of turmoil in his eyes.

During the daytime in July and August in the south, it was 40 degrees outside, and Chu Ya couldn't help but bewildered: "You haven't left yet?! Didn't you stand by me all night?"

"...Of course not." Lu Yan forced a smile at him, "I even went for a hop on the way back."

Sweat kept slipping from the side of Lu Yan's face, and Chu Ya stared blankly for a few seconds, always feeling that the other party was very fragile: "You, you will get heat stroke like this..."

"Let's find a cooler place—"

He thought, the captain of the team who is worth tens of millions and pampered is actually courting death with this dried fish?

"..." But Lu Yan said, "Heat stroke? My Ferrari is parked over there. I know it's over when it's hot."

France, Ferrari?

Before Chuya could react, Lu Yan questioned him about the scar on his forehead, the gauze on his right hand, and the bruise on his arm—the other party gradually gritted his teeth: "Are you all right?"

Chu Ya coaxed him back: "When you fight in a group, there will always be some trauma. You see, I am at my brother's place now, and I don't need to stay in the hospital. What can be a big deal?"

The other party let out a heavy breath, as if digesting the reason, and asked again: "Then...why do you live in this kind of place?"

Chuya's heart skipped a beat, as if she just remembered that the place she rented was indeed a bit broken.

At the beginning, he chose to stay in Shanghai because he had nowhere to go back, and because he was delivering things in a big city like this. It would be no problem to try to earn 1000 yuan a month—but the rent was expensive, and he managed to find the monthly rent. In places with more than [-] people, the conditions are indeed poor.

"You...do you think I'm poor?" So Chu Ya was a little upset, what's so great about driving a Ferrari?If I installed the right Nanfu battery, it still works?

However, Lu Feng on the other side of the video slightly opened his mouth: "I think you are poor?"

The sun was dazzling, and the person in the picture squatted down, so the camera could not catch his face.

It seems that he buried his face in his knees, so his voice became blurred: "I fucking think I'm an idiot."