cry one let me see

When Song Mingyi arrived at the hospital, the people returning home for the New Year had just started returning home.

After he got his number, he went to the doctor's office. The doctor, who was over half a century old, had given Song Mingyi many face-to-face consultations during this time, and he had already recognized him: "Did you come here to get the steel nails?"

Song Mingyi handed over the case and nodded.

The moment he put down the case and let go, there was an extremely subtle clicking sound at the knuckle of the index finger of his right hand, and only he felt it.

The doctor prescribed a lot of examinations for him, and when the results came out, he looked at the reports and commented: "The bones are recovering well."

Song Mingyi's Adam's apple rolled slightly, even though he was trying to control his emotions, he still showed a trace of worry: "After removing the steel nails, how far can I recover?"

The old doctor pushed his eyes on the bridge of his nose, looked down at him, and then remembered that the young man in front of him was a professional e-sports player: "I won't lie to you. If the recovery is good, at most seventy to eighty percent. It's fine It’s definitely impossible.”

Seeing that Song Mingyi was silent, the old doctor sighed, and said half persuading and half comforting: "You are still young, it is still too late to change your career." After speaking, he gave him a list: "Go and go through the formalities, and pick it up tomorrow." Steel nails."

Song Mingyi frowned and glanced at the list in his hand, but when he looked up, he didn't feel much anxiety, only certainty: "Tomorrow's surgery will get rid of you, I don't want to change careers, I still want to play a career."

The old doctor looked at him intently: "Okay."

half year later.

In Shanghai in September, the weather has just begun to show signs of cooling.

Song Mingyi answered the takeaway call and went downstairs to get the cold drinks ordered for the team members. During the repeated "thank you brother", someone reminded him: "Brother, Mr. Jiang just told you to go find him."

"Okay." Song Mingyi took an extra cup of iced milk tea and left the training room.

After going out, I looked at the time on my wrist: 1:5pm.

He is tall and has broad shoulders. The white T on his body is ironed and clean, and the team logo is embroidered on his right chest.

Jiang Buyou's door was ajar, and as soon as his knuckles landed on it, the thick composite wooden door opened by itself, revealing the person in the room with his feet up on the desk to answer the phone.

Song Mingyi raised his eyebrows like lines drawn in ink.

Next to it is the keyboard computer, which is not too dirty.

"I know, I know, the other person has already come, let me tell him." Jiang Buyou finished perfunctory with the person on the other side of the phone, saw the disgust in Song Mingyi's eyes, and put his foot down embarrassingly, a little dumbfounded: "What are you doing?" I hate your boss!"

Song Mingyi shook the milk tea in his hand, the sound of the ice cubes colliding together was clean and crisp, listening to it twice was better than blowing on the air conditioner.

What also makes people feel cool after hearing this is Song Mingyi's cold tone: "What do you want from me? They are going to play a training match soon, so hurry up and tell me."

Jiang Buyou has long been accustomed to his thinking of training the biggest, and he didn't take his attitude to heart. He took a sip of the milk tea and said, "Xinghai E-sports wants you to explain a few KPL games."

"No. I'm the team manager," Song Mingyi directly refused, "I won't do the job of commenting."

"That can't be done," knowing that he must say so, Jiang Buyou gave a reason that he couldn't refuse: "After all, you are the MOBA Demon King. This title is very easy to sell. I bought you for several shots. Received another small sponsorship."

Jiang Buyou observed Song Mingyi's expression, and winked at him again: "And this matter is not too troublesome, it will definitely not delay your formation of the DOTA team."

Song Mingyi raised his hand and touched the dial on the wrist of the armrest with his cold fingertips. Seeing that the pointer was pointing to 1:10, he frowned and glanced at Jiang Buyou.

He was born with a little smiling lips. He usually looks kind and gentle, but his lips are thin and his eyes are too bright. When he looks at people so lightly, he will immediately feel pressure.

Jiang Buyou forgot to swallow the milk tea from his eyes, feeling a little apprehensive.

"Ask me first before you agree to come down." Song Mingyi's tone was serious, as he always did when facing the team's affairs, "I want to lead the team. They are not in a good state recently, so I don't have so much time to explain."

Jiang Buyou swallowed the milk tea with a "gudong".

After he finished speaking, he was about to leave. Remembering that this was not the first time, he paused again and looked back.

"Next time, if you agree to it without my consent, you can explain it yourself." Song Mingyi made a final decision, turned around and closed the door.

After a few seconds, Jiang Buyou's howling sounded from inside: "Damn, who the fuck is the boss?!"

When we returned to the training room, the training match had just begun.

The team they are playing against today is called T-lion. It is a new team that Song Mingyi contacted.

There was no cup of milk tea left in the bag just now, Song Mingyi didn't care, took a bottle of mineral water, unscrewed it, and looked at the projection of the game on the wall next to it.

After the coach directed their squad to finish selecting players, several team members took advantage of the gap between game loading and chatted for a few words.

"Guess what position Ruan Jun chose on the opposite side?"

Another person answered quickly: "It must be the jungler, he always chooses heroes with high mobility."

A team member shook his legs, and he led the table to shake with him: "This team has nothing to worry about, we can just focus on Ruan Jun, their team is the only one that is strong."

Before the captain in charge of the team's auxiliary position could tell him not to shake his legs, Song Mingyi did.

"Don't underestimate the enemy," he said.

Several team members immediately fell silent, just at this time the game was loaded and the game officially started.

Song Mingyi didn't make a sound for the whole game afterwards.

The training match with T-lion this time is the same as the group match of the official match, using the BO5 format, with 5 wins in 3 games.

Song Mingyi's team was considered a first-rate team, but it was overwhelmed by the second-rate team on the opposite side for two rounds, and it was nothing.

What's annoying is that in the two games, the most yelled sentence from the players was: "Fuck, Ruan Jun is here to cut the back row again!"

After this sentence, there is usually the sound of the dead team member pressing their mobile phone on the table, revealing a repressed but uncontrollable anger.

Song Mingyi found it quite interesting.

The "Glory of the King" team under him is an excellent seed selected from various channels. It is top-notch in terms of psychological quality and level. It has achieved a lot of results in the game all the way. It is rare to be forced to collapse by others like this. when.

Occasionally letting the players who are going smoothly receive such a shock education is also conducive to training their ability to resist pressure.

So it was rare that after losing the training match that day, Song Mingyi actually left without saying a word of criticism, leaving the coach and the players looking at each other in blank dismay.

The next day, the third week of the group stage officially started.

Because he had to explain, and there was no match of his own team today, Song Mingyi drove off alone, arrived at the venue more than an hour earlier, and went to make up first.

The makeup artist pinned his bangs to the back of his head with clips, and when he powdered him, he couldn't help but exclaimed: "Your forehead is full marks."

He has a full forehead, and although he has a typical Asian male face, his eyebrows are raised very high, which makes his originally soft eyes a bit darker.

Song Mingyi was used to such compliments, so he smiled and passed away without answering.

When he got up and walked out of the dressing room, he passed a boy who was half a head shorter than him, with a faint scent of shower gel on his body, Song Mingyi couldn't help turning his head to glance.

He has always had a good memory, even with his head down, he still recognizes this person as Ruan Jun from the T-lion team.

——The one who abused his team members so badly that they almost smashed their phones.

The other party didn't seem to see him, and was concentrating on watching the game video on his mobile phone.

Song Mingyi didn't care, and turned to explain Xi Xian's rehearsal.

The other two commentators, a man and a woman, are artists under Xinghai E-sports, and they are already veterans in the commentary booth.

Seeing Song Mingyi, both of them shouted, "Brother Song."

Song Mingyi smiled: "Good afternoon."

When the female commentator met his gaze, her cheeks felt hot and her heart beat faster.

Then she spurned herself again in her heart: No, no, I like an 18-year-old puppy, and Teacher Song is already 24!

The male commentator had heard the news that Song Mingyi was coming, and now he was very excited to see the real person, and talked to him: "Mr. Song, when did you come?"

Song Mingyi looked up at him from the script: "04:30."

The male commentator was a little surprised: "You came so early?" After a pause, he added: "Mr. Song, I'm your fan!"

Song Mingyi replied politely: "Thank you." Then he looked down at the script again.

Sensing the alienation of Song Mingyi's gentle attitude, the male commentator and his partner looked at each other, and did not speak again.

Before he came, the two commentators had gone through the process once, and now he took Song Mingyi to go through it again.

Nothing else, nothing more than opening, chatting, explaining, and then ending.

It was not the first time for Song Mingyi to sit in the commentary seat. He was not nervous at all, and his calm and composed appearance was stronger than the aura of the two commentators.

But this is normal, after all, he has a wealth of experience, and he must have played more games than the two commentators have watched since he entered the industry.

It didn't take long for the game to start.

The two commentators started, and then grandly introduced Song Mingyi. The wording sounds exaggerated at first glance, but it is all true: "...has won five world-class championships, and his career has spanned three different MOBA games. Known in the industry as the 'MOBA Big Devil'..."

The male commentator finished reading according to the material in front of him, and then changed to a female commentator and said impassionedly: "That's right, he was also the champion of the KPL World Champions Cup last year - Song Mingyi! Let us welcome Mr. Song!"

Song Mingyi looked at the warning light in front of the camera and smiled modestly: "There was no such segment during the rehearsal, I knew you would praise me so much...I will provide you with a little more information."

The two commentators were immediately amused, and said "I will definitely do it next time", and then brought the topic back to the game. First, they reviewed the schedule of the previous few weeks, and then introduced today's team.

When introducing T-lion, the two commentators couldn't help but say a few more words about the player whose ID is the same as his real name, Ruan Jun.

"I heard that this is his first time to participate in a KPL competition, and he has won the MVP for three consecutive weeks. He can't be strong." The male commentator tut tut and shook his head, "I think he might be able to do it this week. Another MVP."

The female commentator also agreed with him.

It's just that Song Mingyi didn't respond.

MVP only looks at the personal data of the players, but where can MOBA games go with only single player data?His answer to this question could not be clearer.

The male commentator suddenly cueed to Song Mingyi: "Mr. Song, we all know that you are also the manager of a professional team now. What do you think of this player's stats?"

The stage design of this competition is special, and the commentary seat is facing the players' competition seat.

Song Mingyi saw that as soon as the male commentator finished speaking, a player on the opposite side looked up and glanced in his direction.

That clean and handsome face was the protagonist of the topic and the object of their discussion, Ruan Jun.

From such a long distance, Song Mingyi couldn't see his expression clearly, but could only vaguely feel that the other person's eyes were focused and serious.

Song Mingyi didn't care, turned his head to look at the male commentator, and directly exposed his hint: "You want to ask me, will you recruit such a player?"

The male commentator laughed twice, waiting for his answer.

In this case, the more serious the answer, the easier it is to be taken seriously.

Song Mingyi smiled, and said quite naturally: "If you are the manager of the team, will you dig it when you come across a good seed?" After a pause, he said just when the male commentator was about to speak: "If you don't dig it, don't you?" Can't live with the bonus."