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Ruan Jun's heart beat suddenly slowed down.

He still couldn't figure out the reason, but the first thing he noticed was Song Mingyi's protection of himself.

In the previous KPL arena, Song Mingyi defended him more than once in this way.

Song Mingyi watched Ruan Jun staring at himself, forgot his words for a moment, and sighed inwardly.

The game is very sophisticated, but the brain is not clear.

"Your hand—" Ruan Jun said suddenly, "I see you rubbing it all the time, does it hurt?"

Song Mingyi lowered his head, and sure enough, he saw his left hand resting on the index finger of his right hand, unconsciously massaging it.

Ever since his hand was injured, this has become his subconscious behavior. When he is thinking, when he is in a daze, or when talking about business, he will always subconsciously rub it twice.

"It doesn't hurt." Song Mingyi smiled slightly, "Do you care about me?"

Ruan Jun's ears were still red, he nodded, feeling a little excited.

——He actually asked about senior's hand!The seniors were not angry either!

Seeing Song Mingyi's relaxed expression, Ruan Jun seized the opportunity to ask again: "How did senior's hand get hurt? Is it because of this that you can't play the game temporarily?"

When the words fell to the ground, the smile on Song Mingyi's face faded a little.

Ruan Jun was almost engrossed in paying attention to Song Mingyi's expression, no amount of muscle movement could escape his eyes.

Seeing Song Mingyi's expression, he immediately missed another beat in his heart.This time he knew why—scared.

"Yes, I'm sorry," Ruan Jun hastened to remedy, "I just asked casually, senior didn't want to say..."

Song Mingyi looked down at the old and new scars on his fingers, as well as the slightly rough and ugly joints, and shook his head: "No need to apologize, it's nothing important, I told them all."

"Everyone?" Ruan Jun asked.

"Yes."

Ruan Jun hadn't been worried for long before he fell into the depression of "I'm the only one in the team who doesn't know the inside story".

"I accidentally hit it during a quarrel with my family." Song Mingyi ignored the jumping around and blood dripping, and calmly unfolded the scars in his heart to Ruan Jun.

Although Ruan Jun was usually "not enlightened", he had a natural sensitivity at this time, and felt that things must be different, so he nodded and didn't ask any more questions. At the same time, he turned his head quickly, trying to change the subject quickly.

But there is nothing new at the moment, he was in a hurry, his eyes fell on the clothes he had dried outside, his head was hot, and he blurted out: "Do you have any clothes to wash, senior? Let me wash them for you?"

Now Song Mingyi couldn't control his expression well.And Ruan Jun, who realized what he said, almost bit his own tongue.

"Really?" Some old and decadent smells in Song Mingyi's mind dissipated in an instant, and the faint scent of laundry detergent lingered again on the tip of his nose, which smelled like daisies.

Very sunny and warm.

Ruan Jun had already spoken, so he could only close his eyes and nod in agreement.

Song Mingyi couldn't help but chuckled twice, the deep voice came from his chest, making Ruan Jun's ears itch inexplicably.

"That won't work." Song Mingyi refused, "It's such a cold day, what should I do if you freeze your hands, I will feel distressed. I will wash the washing machine after it is repaired tomorrow."

First care, then feel distressed.

Ruan Jun felt as if he had vaguely grasped something, but he didn't, and his heartbeat also fluctuated slowly and quickly because of such something.

Song Mingyi glanced at the time, as if a diner who patiently waited for the fermentation of fine wine had given enough patience to wait.

Until 5 minutes passed, Ruan Jun was still a little dazed, as if he wanted to say something, but closed his mouth again.

in no hurry.

Song Mingyi smiled slightly.

Maybe, that's -- it's just as well.Song Mingyi thought.

They will have more than 200 opportunities to get along day and night in the future, and some will have time to cultivate their relationship.Besides, the most important thing right now is to bring back a champion Golden Shield first. As for the others, they are still young and can afford to wait.

If Ruan Jun's state of mind is disturbed because of emotional matters, then the loss outweighs the gain.

"Stop thinking about it, take a break. I'll call you when I get down." Song Mingyi rubbed Ruan Jun's soft and clean hair, got up and went back to his room.

As soon as he opened the door, he received a video invitation from the BMG Kings team's WeChat group.

Song Mingyi tapped to answer while walking to the balcony.After a short black screen, the faces that filled the entire photo frame appeared on the screen.

Song Mingyi took a cigarette and paused: "What are all of you doing video with me?"

Although it was initiated in the king's group, people from other teams that Song Mingyi had led also squeezed in to make a video together.

Bian Wuhan, the captain of King's Team, spoke first in the silence that filled the screen: "Mr. Song, where have you been? Boss Jiang said you went out, and you probably won't come back in the next year?"

Song Mingyi put his mobile phone on the shelf and lit a cigarette: "Well, I have something to do. Boss Jiang should invite another team manager to come over to act as an agent. Play hard and win a few more championships."

Lei Yue, who had complained about Song Mingyi to his family before, became anxious when he heard this. He has always been straightforward: "Then when will you come back? We just want to ask you when you will come back today. We all want you to lead the team." Yishen."

For a professional team, one year is long enough to win at least two or three championships, but it is also short enough for a big change.

What if it wasn't Song Mingyi who took them after a year?Besides, although Song Mingyi was strict, he was able to achieve good results. If there was another person, who could do as well as him?

"I told Boss Jiang about this." Song Mingyi didn't let go, knowing that some of them might not be used to it, so he comforted him: "After the new team manager comes, he won't interfere with your training, you just follow the previous model Just keep calling. I... will be back as soon as possible."

A few team members were still muttering, not very satisfied, and wanted Song Mingyi to come back.

Song Mingyi simply raised his eyebrows at the dozens of faces: "If you win more championships than me in the next year, I will return early. If you are less than me, I will go outside first and then get busy."

All major games are now divided into various leagues. There are at least three major tournaments a year. If you can win the Grand Slam, it is no problem to bring three gold medals back to the base a year.

——Last year, Song Mingyi had two teams complete the Grand Slam.

"More than you..." Several team members looked at each other in blank dismay, and finally Lei Yue, who was outspoken, made his guess directly: "Yishen, are you going back to the first line? Is it still DOTA?"

A dozen pairs of eyes immediately looked at him.

Song Mingyi stared at everyone's gaze and nodded.

——As for whether to come back to be the team manager or the DOTA team captain of the BMG club branch, that is something that can be discussed at that time.

Everyone in front of the screen has wonderful expressions.

Lei Yue held back for a long time, and finally said: "Diao ah!"

Bian Wuhan quickly realized: "Come on, Yishen!"

Others also cheered him on.

When Lei Yue heard the heavy news, he was still a little dizzy: "Aren't Dingding and the others miserable? Next year they will fight against Yishen? Hahahahaha——" He laughed wildly, and his voice was so loud that he could turn his phone With a vibration.

Bian Wuhan's sharp eyes quickly covered his mouth, preventing him from offending the DOTA2 team next door.

"Now we are all on the same starting line." Song Mingyi said to the players on the screen that he brought out by himself in the past, "I haven't forgotten why I played e-sports at that time, and you probably haven't forgotten either. I have said many times before. , I won’t repeat it.” Song Mingyi paused: “Come on, everyone.”

Two seconds later, shouts of "Come on" came from Song Mingyi's cell phone one after another.

Although no news has been released through official channels so far, the news of Song Mingyi's return to the frontline has just spread. It didn't take long for many people in the industry to hear the news, which made Song Mingyi's mobile phone very lively For several days, most of them were people who called to inquire or interview.

This morning, Song Mingyi had just hung up a media call that said he was going to interview him, when his cell phone rang again. For media interviews..."

The faintly angry voice on the phone interrupted him directly: "You formed a team yourself?"

Song Mingyi frowned, moved the phone away and glanced at the note on it, his expression sank: "Dad, what's the matter?"

"Did you form a team yourself?" asked the other side.

Song Mingyi: "Yes."

"What about your previous team? Why did you quit? Who invests in your current team?" Because of Song Mingyi's relationship, Song's father knew a little bit about the industry. Although he didn't know much, he probably knew that the team needed someone to invest. Only then can they survive.

"No one invested." Song Mingyi said.

There was silence on the phone for a few seconds: "Do you want to go back to work again? What do you think? Isn't it good to be a good manager? Where did you get the money to work yourself? You are so old, you still do it?" Dreaming of winning the championship? Why are you almost thirty..."

Song Mingyi's face suddenly turned cold: "Dad, what's the matter with you?"

Father Song on the other end got angry because of his words, and cursed for a long time, but Song Mingyi didn't finish listening quietly as usual, he hung up the phone directly.

When he looked down at his phone, he found that Song's mother had sent him a message, saying that Song's father just had a bad temper, but actually cared about him, and finally said that Song Minghua missed his brother, so Song Mingyi also remembered to care about his brother.

With a flick of his finger, Song Mingyi flipped through the previous chat records. Behind every sentence of Song's mother, "Take care of my brother", are Song Mingyi's transfer records.This was a tacit understanding that Song's father had mentioned to Song Minghua on the phone since he was born.

——"Whether you come back to see your brother or not, the money will always come, right?"

Song Mingyi ignored Song's mother's "concern" for the first time, directly exited the chat page, opened Messages Do Not Disturb, and went downstairs.

The author has something to say: Yishen: As long as I chase people fast enough, I won’t be able to catch up with me