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

Should I be jealous?

After all, the two of them lived together.

But Chu Ya didn't have any stance to be jealous, he couldn't help imagining the scene of Lu Feng and Ye Yuchen sharing the same bed - but he really couldn't imagine Lu Feng oppressing others, so he was so desperate that he gave up on himself, and even started I think Lu Feng should be below.

Chu Ya is an ordinary person. She used to call Lu Fen her husband. When she didn't know Lu Fen well, she simply coveted his face and sex;

From time to time now, I want Lu Feng to be my wife. After spying on Lu Feng, I feel that he is so perfect that he should be protected and loved by others.

It is best for that person to be himself, but not himself, and there is no way to change someone else.

Seeing that the delicate Miss Lu was about to take shape in his mind, Chu Ya sat up in shock in the dying state, grabbed the towel and went to take a shower to calm down.

Too dangerous……

If Lu Feng knew about this brain supplement, Chu Ya probably wouldn't know how he died.

The bathroom was filled with mist and lights, which reminded Chuya of all the contacts in the past three months.

Ranking mutual spraying, gift swiping in the live broadcast room, Weibo "show affection", and the meeting in the corridor, and the gust of wind by the river.

If all his own ideas are excluded, Lu Feng doesn't seem to have done any excessive expression or cross-border behavior.

Either it was a joke, or it was out of a natural yearning for the idol Chuy, the two real physical contact, it was Chuya who took the initiative to throw himself into the arms, and even the ring was for him, and they even put his index finger on him on.

Maybe there is nothing special about everything, after all, Lu Yan can even hook up with Ye Yuchen in the most important professional id, this kind of gay way of getting along among gays is not uncommon among straight men.

Chu Ya still remembers when he was in school, a group of male students would often play with each other in the back row of the classroom after class. Some of them would call the more handsome male students "wife", and those who were called "wife" could be frank Response has always meant that gays have to fly but don't mean to bend.

Probably, Lu Yan's relationship with him and Ye Yuchen was straight and straight.

Otherwise, Lu Feng wouldn't be both interesting.

"Ah..." So Chu Ya tightly wrapped her little bath towel and lay down on the bed, sighed and thought: It's time to see the brain department, I really think that straight men want to like you three times. .

He shook his wet hair and opened the voice call with Cui Xuezhi.

He should be more concerned about the team's situation than pointless jealousy: "Have you all talked? Let them live in the same dormitory to practice cooperation?"

"We've talked." Cui Xuezhi replied, "But it's not my suggestion to live together. It was Lu Yan's own strong request, so the team temporarily agreed--in fact, I thought about letting them share a dormitory before, but the team was afraid that they would stay together for a while. I don’t sleep when I make troubles every day, so I didn’t agree.”

it is as expected.

Doing things every day without sleeping... It seems that these two people are more gay in private than Chuya imagined. He should have known that the atmosphere of the IS team is like this.

Lu Yan's teasing and taking care of him can be regarded as fulfilling the obsession with his idol Chuy for so many years.

Anyway, he couldn't imagine why Lu Yan would put the ring on his index finger for him that he took off from his ring finger.

VPL's No. [-] coquettish attack, the god who stands at the top of the food chain in the entire league, can't it be because of shyness?

"Oh..." So he approved of Lu Yan's approach, "The method is good, and I also believe that the Lu team can play well and handle this relationship well."

Cui Xuezhi joked: "What to play, play, no matter how much you play, 10 minutes a day is enough for Yushen."

Suddenly realizing that what Chu Ya called was "Team Road", Coach Cui stopped again: "...I'm just joking, don't think about it."

——Look, in fact, even whoever the coach is is a joke.

So Chu Ya shook her head sincerely: "No, you are the one who thinks wildly, God Cui."

"You keep an eye on the follow-up situation at any time... Now is a sensitive period, and the interference caused by South cannot be allowed to continue to spread."

The other party hummed, and the practice before hanging up the voice is still: Come back and sleep with the captain to find out.

Chu Ya gritted his teeth and replied, "The gays in your team are so angry, why don't you go to the anorectal hospital to open a card together?" After speaking, he threw down his mobile phone, hugged the quilt tightly and planned to sleep, but at this moment, the screen turned on again.

***

Caller ID: Li Shuoyang.

His hand paused, and he quickly picked it up, for fear that something might go wrong again.

"Uncle Li—" After so many years, he still couldn't change his name to brother, "What's the matter?"

The voice over there was trembling, and Chu Ya's heart tightened when he heard it, but in the end, what Li Shuoyang brought was no longer bad news: "...his cousin was persuaded...and agreed to come back for hematopoietic stem cell transplantation—"

The subject of this sentence was unclear, but Chu Ya was stunned for a moment, unable to tell whether she wanted to cry or laugh when she opened her mouth to breathe hard: "Really?!"

The lights covered the entire room, and he sat up at once, sure enough, the expression on his face was still smiling.

"Great……"

But when he changed his mind, countless worries filled his heart: "Are there any other risks in the operation? Which hospital will it be performed in? Is the money enough? If not, tell me how much you want, and don't hide it from me."

The other side answered him word by word, and he walked to the floor-to-ceiling windows, thousands of bustling lights fell into his eyes, as if he suddenly had another layer of life.

After more than half an hour, Chu Ya finally closed her eyes and let out a sigh of relief: "That's good."

"I won't be back. I...may be very busy recently, just wait for your news."

"Is Inge asleep...?"

"Oh... Then tell him for me, everything will pass, and you must never give up."

"You should also pay more attention to rest... I will come back to see you some time."

The neon lights on the tall building were changing colors. After hanging up the phone, Chu Ya covered her eyes and smiled for at least a minute before lying down on the carpet.

Several years ago, the day when he suddenly saw a certain donation post seemed to be still in front of his eyes.

At that time, he had been a professional player in Shanghai for a while after leaving his hometown, and he also learned to use some mobile phone software.

Like all young people surfing the Internet, he didn't take the various advertisements that popped up in the app seriously.

Until one day, he saw a donation promotion, and as soon as his hand slid over, he froze in the air.

At that time, he hurriedly slid back again to confirm the name of the person who made the donation.

This kind of help is all real-name authentication, and the name of the critically ill patient is Li Yingqi.

The other party's hometown is the same small town as the number of his sim card 2, so it was pushed to his mobile phone.

He couldn't believe it, and with a sense of luck, he clicked in to see if it was the same name and surname, but when he saw the photo of the patient's father taking the medicine, he froze in place.

Chu Ya will never forget Li Shuoyang's appearance.

But he didn't expect that in just a few years, the other party has changed from a young father who likes to snatch his son's toys to a middle-aged man with a sad face, and even his temples have begun to turn white.

Chuya couldn't recognize it without careful identification.

Going down to the patient's experience and symptoms, Chu Ya suddenly understood why Li Shuoyang left that small town with his son Li Yingqi all of a sudden.

It turned out that it wasn't that he made money and got rich and went to buy a house in the city to live, but...to treat Li Yingqi's illness.

The sold Longxing non-staple food and all his belongings became the cost of medical treatment. Li Shuoyang's own leg was disabled, and he had nowhere to go after a few years, so he could only ask for help on the platform.

At that time, Chuya looked at the terrible disease name in a panic, and quickly got in touch with the platform.

In the first few years of playing professionally, he parted ways with the two teams and did not save much money, but in the third team, he received a lot of salary and high bonuses, and it was not a problem to pay for Li Yingqi's treatment—— After donating money several times, he finally reconnected with Li Shuoyang.

When they meet again, they are no longer the little gangster boy and the big devil who doesn't care about snacks and treasures. The two have their own unspeakable things. Chu Ya can't say anything pretentious, but can only say: I still have a lot of money , take good care of it, you can always wait.

Li Shuoyang lowered his head, and he no longer had the slightest flamboyance and youth of the past. He said: Actually, I have considered whether to subsidize you to go to high school or university, but I have no choice... I am very selfish, even if it is a point Money, I have to save my son first.

Chuya replied: "It's okay, I don't think this path is suitable for me, otherwise I will try to get other funding."

Both of them were grown men, so Chu Ya could no longer sit on someone's lap and sway her legs like she did when she was a child, calling uncle and uncle.

The strangeness between them has become stronger, but since then, Chu Ya has been helping the father and son, and occasionally listening to him talk about the past with his dead wife and the illness of his son.

Li Shuoyang was the only contact in his phone address book after he retired.

However, as more and more money was asked for later, Li Shuoyang became more and more silent—Chuya could clearly feel the other party's hesitation, and could also clearly feel that the money really could not be obtained from him.

The disease is incurable, and the only thing that is fortunate is that Li Yingqi's cousin and he were successfully matched, but the trouble is that the cousin has his own worries and hesitation, so the transplant operation has been delayed.

There is no right or wrong in this kind of thing, and no one can stand on the moral high ground and demand that his cousin must donate stem cells, and Chu Ya's money has been exhausted in several years of treatment.

He was afraid that one day the disease would suddenly worsen, and he was even more afraid that one day the money would not be sufficient and treatment would be delayed in disguise.

Otherwise, he wouldn't be in a hurry to make money.

It's just that while giving money, he seldom went to see the Li family father and son - it wasn't that he didn't want to see them, but he didn't dare to see them.

Just facing the smiling face of the pale young man, and Li Shuoyang's tears after turning around, he felt unbearable, not to mention that as soon as he walked into the ward, he could see Li Yingqi's patients, changing batch after batch.

Uncle Li is a warm person. Although he is disabled, he is still warm and kind. Unless he is forced to, he will never accept a gift from others.

But only Chuya knew that the money was never a gift.

Now, the cousin of Li's family has agreed to transplant to save people, and the moon in the sky finally came out from behind the dark clouds.

Chu Ya closed her eyes, recalling for no reason how Li Yingqi took out a lollipop from his mouth and drooled and said to him, "Brother gives it to you".

At that time, the other party was still a child with pouty cheeks, far from the skinny and bone-like appearance later.

But as long as the transplantation is successful, the other party will be able to gain a new life and gradually grow into what a teenage boy should be.

Chu Ya pressed her forehead against the glass, an unconcealable smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, as if all the burdens accumulated for many years had been lifted.

The world is vast and beautiful, he left the little angels in the world, and they are all free in the future.

***

At the same time, the vpl league also entered the Nanjing station, ushering in another upsurge under high temperature.

Before the players went on the field, Cui Xuezhi said to Chu Ya meaningfully: "Have you seen the state of the training match this week? It's pretty average, I think it's going to explode - and the general manager only needs two hours from Shanghai to kill me. This week Why didn't the fuck go to Beijing or Xi'an? Maybe I can live a few more hours."

However, Chuya is in a very good mood—fuck Xiaoqing Xiaoai's tragic unrequited love, he is now a life-saving hero: "So you hope I can be moved by the tragic situation of the team?"

Now, he is not so urgently in need of money, and the last excuse to go professional is gone, and he doesn't think he will be shaken, or even return to that messy circle.

But Cui Xuezhi said: "I know you must have hesitated - figure out why you really hesitated, and that should be the reason for your comeback."

"Wait for a fan who joins the team, you can find me or the team manager directly. Lu Yan said that he gave you their contact information."

Chu Ya snorted comfortably, not listening to his Gu: "It's ok, I'll wait and go, the next life will be very fast."

The two seem to be playing a game, betting on whether the heart of e-sports player Chuy is still beating for the game.

Chu Ya is the manipulator of the game, so he thinks he is sure to win.

What else can you hesitate for?

He admitted that when he learned that Yi Huinan's fandom was dragging down the championship team, he hesitated because of his sense of justice in the second class as an e-sports player.

When Lu Yan was on sick leave, he hesitated because he was a good wife and mother... Bah, out of the sense of responsibility of a good husband who takes care of his family.

Seeing Ye Yuchen's turbulent state of mind, and the possibility of a estrangement with Lu Feng, he also hesitated. Perhaps, he just couldn't bear to see a pair of good friends go the same way as he did back then.

The more he regained his connection with e-sports, the more he resisted. His hands were almost healed, and he didn't play games much, let alone play live broadcasts.

He thought, even if he would see the results of the is team go up and down, Lu Yan was hurt, and the players were scattered, his hesitation would always be just hesitation, and there would be no next step.

***

However, when the match really started, Chuya realized that he was wrong.

The expected team explosion did not happen. Ye Yuchen's performance was obviously much better than in the training match. Lu Yan's gun shook for two rounds, but his eyes were still unusually calm.

The third round, the fourth round, the fifth round... The barrage of abuse on the screen gradually turned into "6666" and "Damn it". Chu Ya's heart beat faster, but she was so irritable that she turned off the computer directly.

Soon after a month of competition, the is team is still in the top three with unimaginable tenacity, and Yi Huinan's number of starting guarantees is also very small. Next, the team can at least focus on training new players, and the situation will ease.

Li's father and son's preoperative preparations are also going smoothly. Li Yingqi is about to enter the sterile transplant cabin for ultra-high-dose chemotherapy. The next step is to infuse the donor's stem cells, and then he can wait for the transplant results.

With the current medical level, the probability of stem cell transplant failure is not high.

Rational discussion, the story should come to an end.

Although Chuya looked through the name of the is team manager in the address book several times, he still insisted on leaving the hotel that Lu Feng was looking for, and restarted the live broadcast.

Because he knows that now, he only needs to fulfill his three-year contract with Splash TV and earn some money just in case, and he can say goodbye to e-sports in this life with peace of mind.

The temporary contract with the is team ended, and he even wanted to delete a lot of contact information of the coaching staff, as long as he could continue to rank with the players.

"Look, your team doesn't need me at all." Chu Ya said to Cui Xuezhi before shedding the title of online analyst, "Train your newcomers well. If there is no urgent matter in the future, you should not need to look for me."

Cui Xuezhi joked, "Is it urgent that the captain wants to lose his virginity?" and made him anxious, Cui Xuezhi smiled lightly, and then said: "Actually, have you discovered that... no one is so stupid as to use losing to win Chuy God Chuy can only be moved by winning—but if you really need an excuse to compromise, then just join the team as if you fell in love with the captain. Our team doesn’t care about these things, and even prepares to Good money."

As he said that, Cui Xuezhi's voice was still deep: "...really, they worked very, very hard. The average person had a high fever of 80 degrees and trained 72 hours a day. They wanted to be on the same team as their idols, and they wanted to win the world championship. I want you to see that they It can be won."

Chu Ya silently held the phone, really unwilling to recall and admit that every time he saw the IS team grit their teeth and win the game, his heart beat faster.

This kind of shock even far surpassed his so-called sense of justice and his care and love for the players.

He knew that it wasn't that Team IS didn't need him, but that if he didn't go, the team might have to give up in the end.

You have to find the next suitable player before you can continue.

So he greeted with a guilty conscience, and quickly hung up the voice.

***

He suppressed all impulses, and the fully automatic "I reject myself" system in his brain was still working well, thinking that the last three years would pass in the blink of an eye.

He and his good brother Lu Yan just played rankings like this, and he was satisfied with saying good night to his son.

But he didn't expect that accidents are always earlier than sunrise, and the excuse Cui Xuezhi said would come so quickly.

At 5 o'clock in the morning on the third day, he was woken up by the vibration of his mobile phone, and answered a call in a daze.

"Uncle Li?" He didn't dare to inquire about the specific process of the operation, thinking that the transplant was over, "Did the operation go well?"

It was very late at night, and he thought everything was about to end, but suddenly, he heard a complete breakdown from a father.

If the medical staff hadn't answered the phone and explained to him, he could barely understand what Li Shuoyang was saying with a trembling voice.

Chuya didn't turn on the light, only a small blue screen flickered in the dark rental house.

The doctor explained that the donor temporarily regretted it.

Stem cell transplantation first requires some preparations and inspections. After entering the sterile transplant cabin, super-high-dose chemotherapy is required.

This "ultra-large dose" is about 10 times the usual dose, and it is also a dose that can almost kill.

Only in this way can the good and bad stem cells in the patient's bone marrow be killed together, including of course all cancerous cells.

At the same time, the donor began to inject some stimulant drugs to increase the number of blood cells in a short time and facilitate the collection.

After the patient's own bone marrow stem cells are killed by chemotherapy, the donor's stem cells can be infused, and the transplantation is successful, and the next step of observation can be carried out.

But when Li Yingqi entered the sterile transplant cabin and was tortured by super-high-dose chemotherapy, his cousin began to hesitate again, and finally refused to cooperate with the stem cell collection. The reason was that he was still afraid of affecting his health.

That is to say, if Li Yingqi could live for two years, now, because there are no good or bad bone marrow stem cells, he can only wait to die, and he will die soon.

"What?" So Chuya's brain was about to explode, "Didn't his cousin already agree?"

"The patient's cousin did agree." The doctor has treated Li Yingqi for a long time. In this case, except for his relatives, no one will be more painful and helpless than them. "We explained to his cousin that puncture is no longer needed in medicine. Into the bone marrow, the most important method is to collect stem cells through granulocyte colony stimulation, but he..."

The doctor hesitated for a moment, but still told the truth: "But he privately asked for 80 yuan as a reward, otherwise, he would not be willing to donate to the patient."

"However, it's my dear cousin... I can only trust him."

Chu Ya never knew such a thing.

All the money was originally given by him to the Li family and his son for treatment: "Then... he took so much money, why did he go back on his word?"

Whether to donate or not is indeed a personal freedom, but after taking the money and agreeing to donate and then backing out, what is the difference between this and murder?

What's more, that was his cousin.

The salary of 80 is not too low.

The doctor was silent for a while, and replied: "Because... he wants to leave the 80 yuan, and he seems to think that the patient's father is willing to give so much money because of the operation or the great harm to the donor, so...he regretted it. "

Sometimes, human nature may be like this.

Chu Ya hardly even had the strength to curse, so she could only press the speakerphone, and tightly wrapped her trembling hands.

"Then he means that there is no solution to this matter at all?"

The doctor over there replied: "In my capacity, it's actually not easy to answer your question. Let me say in a subtle way that the other party's ultimate goal may be to increase the price - this man opened his mouth and said that there are no hundreds of thousands of dollars." Ten thousand, he has to pay the price of destroying his health, he can't do it."

As soon as Chuya understood these words, she couldn't help cursing: "...Fuck! I congratulate him for finally knowing that there are engines in the world that can be used. Did he know the situation, so he came here to install it? Stupid rip-off?!"

There was a few seconds of silence over the microphone, and the answer was obvious.

Chu Ya guessed that the current situation was that the other relatives in the family did not persuade Li Yingqi's cousin, or did not persuade him at all.

The other party was just dawdling around, and probably believed that Li Shuoyang's businessman was rich—even if he didn't, he wouldn't suffer, and he could still get 80 for nothing.

Chuya could already hear Li Shuoyang's suppressed and intermittent crying. The other party picked up the phone and stabilized his mood for only three seconds. He said "I'm sorry, come back to see Yingqi when you have time", but he couldn't speak a complete sentence again. ——Chu Ya clenched her palms tightly, and when she raised her head, all the gentle and strong smiles of that young man were in front of her eyes.

In his 24 years of life, he has never been so weak as he is now.

Until Li Shuoyang uttered his voice again, telling him the address of the hospital and telling him that he would find a way to return all the money to him in the future, Chu Ya finally smashed the bed and said, "What are you going to pay back? With your life?" ?! I think you are not far from death!!"

Hearing the sudden silence over there, Chu Ya's eyes became hot: "I'm sorry, Brother Li..."

He called his brother, and asked again a few seconds later, "...how much does his cousin want this time?"

Li Shuoyang swallowed a hasty breath and said, "No, no..."

Realizing that he wanted to hang up the phone, Chu Ya hurriedly yelled "Give the phone to the doctor". He probably heard the sound, so he took the phone over and told Chu Ya a number: "Ten times, 1000 million... first I will give 800 million, and the remaining 200 million can be given after the operation, and I also said that it is up to us to decide whether to trust him or not."

"Fuck, 1000 million?" Chu Ya knew that the doctor was already taking risks in negotiating with him, so he didn't make things difficult for the doctor, "Okay, in fact, this grandson just wants 800 million, and the remaining 200 million is just as you want." ,right?"

"Trust? Of course I trust him. If he dares to take the money and change his mind again, I'll find someone to break his leg for the remaining 200 million—"

When I heard it from the other side, I was probably afraid that he would do something stupid: "Don't, young man, I only know that you have been subsidizing patients, I don't know what kind of work you are... But this money is really not a small amount. What's more, cash is needed, so don't go to extremes—our hospital will try to negotiate with the donor again."

Chuya was very impulsive: "If you can negotiate, will you come to me?"

He also knew that he was impulsive, so he quickly apologized to the doctor twice, and then asked: "...Doctor, how many days do you have left for me?"

The other side replied "it depends on the situation", but the range of days given in some cases is still terribly short.

Looking at the dark night outside the window, Chu Ya's consciousness was already in chaos, and only the last sentence in his mouth remained: "I will save him..."

Will.

In this world, there must be only things that Chuy doesn't want to do, and there is nothing that Chuy can't do.