King's return

Lin Yanxiu pushed him away with a dark face, said "get ready" and rushed out the door without thinking.

There was a luggage bag on the storage cabinet. Rong Jian opened the zipper and found that there were toiletries that had been prepared a long time ago. They were all brand new. The pair of toothbrushes were exactly the same, except that one was white and the other was blue.

Rong Jian fished out a few changes of clothes from the closet, thought for a while, and slipped in a small black vest.

After working for a while, Rong Jian felt that it was almost done, and finally pulled out the out-of-print M17 mouse from the computer and installed it together.

Wen You once said that the mouse of a game master is like the sword of a swordsman. Although it is not to the extent that "the sword is alive, the sword is dead", but to a certain extent, the mouse has become a professional game. hand identification.

Almost all professional players will bring their own mouse when they go to the game, and some will bring their own keyboard, but what is even more exaggerated is that it is said that there are some players who bring their own monitors.

Fortunately, the current display screens are all thin and light LCD screens, and it is not too troublesome to carry them. In the past, when LCD screens were not popular, if anyone carried a desktop monitor to the competition, he would be laughed to death without being exhausted.

Finally, his eyes fell on the lucky cat and the photo on the table, and he felt a tightness in his heart for no reason.

The palpitations were fleeting, Rong Jian carefully stored them away, and went downstairs with his luggage.

On the large modular sofa in the living room, Boss Lin was already dressed neatly and sitting there with his legs crossed, and on the other side was the somewhat reserved little assistant Fang Tong, who greeted Rong Jian cheerfully when he saw Rong Jian coming down.

There was a half-drunk cup of coffee on the beige glass coffee table, and the milk was nestled in the sofa, revealing its soft white belly, squinting comfortably to enjoy Lin Yanxiu's tickling.

Rong Jian dragged his luggage down the stairs, and suddenly frowned and asked, "Do we want to bring milk?"

"Meow?" Milk opened his eyes and tilted his head and called twice.

Lin Yanxiu shook his head: "No, I'll ask Fang Tong to come over and take him back for a few days."

"Meow!" Milk jumped up half understanding, and quickly rushed to Rong Jian's legs, biting his trousers tightly.

Lin Yanxiu couldn't help laughing: "This cat is really clingy, we just went there for a week, and it's not like we won't come back."

Putting down the luggage, Rong Jian squatted down and reached out to touch the little thing's head: "Be obedient, and I will pick you up next week."

"Meow >_<~" Milk grabbed him with all four limbs and shook his head desperately.

Rong Jian helplessly broke off its little paws one by one, ignoring its violent thumping, and stuffed it directly into the small cage in Fang Tong's hand.

Fang Tong wiped off the sweat from his forehead: "This little thing misses home so much."

"Well," Rong Jian poked Milk's drooping head through the cage, and said calmly, "It's just afraid of being thrown away again."

Milk stared at Rong Jian and Lin Yanxiu with wide, watery eyes, curled up in a ball in the cage, and could not stop making "gurgling" sounds from his throat. His gaze was so pitiful that even Fang Tong couldn't bear it.

Such a scene made Rong Jian suddenly stunned for a while, and there seemed to be sporadic and familiar fragments slipping through the back of his mind, and he couldn't catch it after careful thinking...

When he came back to his senses, Rong Jian was already sitting in that black Porsche, and the neon lights intertwined with light and shadow outside the window were quickly thrown away.

The car drove smoothly on the road to the airport, just like Rong Jian's condensed and flat profile.

Lin Yanxiu sat beside him, still in an elegant posture with his legs crossed, with his elbows resting on the window and his cheeks supported.

"What are you thinking about?" Lin Yanxiu turned his face away as if nothing had happened when he found Rong Jian's eyes on him.

"I was wondering," Rong Jian turned around with a serious and serious expression, "Do I use the white toothbrush or the blue one?"

Lin Yanxiu gritted his teeth and decided not to talk to him anymore.

Finally arrived at the airport, the sunset glow spread across the west like a fire.

Rong Jian, who was carrying his luggage, stood outside the car window and looked at Milk faintly, and Milk looked at him with teary eyes in the cage.

Fang Tong covered her face with tears: "What a touching bond between owner and pet!"

"Go in." Lin Yanxiu glanced at his mouth.

Rong Jian nodded at him, then turned her head and told Milk: "If Fang Tong gives you something unpalatable, you can eat his directly."

"Meow!" Milk nodded.

The little assistant froze immediately.

Lin Yan's revision was first class, and there were not many passengers, so the two of them saw a few familiar faces as soon as they got in.

Sitting on the right is a foreigner with flaxen fluffy curly hair, cool black sunglasses, and an extremely mismatched t-shirt and jeans. This slightly sharp mix and match style makes it difficult for people not to recognize him. .

The man behind Jone took off his sunglasses and showed a gentle smile, he greeted the two of them, it was Wen You.

And the first man on the left sat in a beige suit. His black hair was slightly long and curled at the end. When he saw the two of them boarding the plane, he raised his goblet and smiled in greeting: "Mr. Lin, Mr. Rong , stay safe."

Rong Jian was startled, and out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of Lin Yanxiu's unnaturally stiff smile. He was secretly wondering who this person was, but he still maintained his indifferent expression and nodded at him.

When Lin Yanxiu walked past him, he asked with a half-smile, "Why does Boss Lu just happen to be going to Yunnan?"

He deliberately bit down on the word "just happened", but Lu Tinggan just smiled nonchalantly: "Boss Lin can go, why can't I?"

Then he changed the subject and said with a smile to Rong Jian: "I haven't had a chance to formally congratulate Mr. Rong on his recovery. Mr. Rong also went to the intensive training camp, so it's really surprising that he recovered to his previous level so quickly. "

Lin Yanxiu's seat was right behind Lu Tinggan. He sneered and was about to retort when suddenly a hand stretched out and pulled him further back.

In a blink of an eye, she saw Rong Jian leisurely and contentedly sitting on the seat behind Lu Tinggan, and said slowly, "I'm also surprised, but talent is something that others cannot envy."

"..." Lu Ting choked, his eyes wandered around him and Lin Yanxiu, and he smiled strangely: "God is really unfair, who can say otherwise."

Lin Yanxiu, who was sitting in the last row, suddenly felt better, and the corners of his mouth unexpectedly turned up a little.

"Hi," Jone leaned his big head next to Rong Jian, pulled down his sunglasses a little bit, and smiled like the bright sun in May, "Are you surprised? Did you not recognize me? Haha!"

Rong Jian glanced at the big beaming face on his clothes lightly, then turned her head back silently: "I wish I didn't know you."

Wen You laughed out loud with a "puchi" and said, "It seems that this journey will be very interesting."

"You two are going to that intensive training camp too?" Rong Jian asked.

Wen You smiled slightly, and pointed at Lu Tinggan: "That's right, the temporary boss' order."

Hearing this, Lin Yan slender eyebrows raised, and his tone was a bit surprised: "When did you agree to be recruited?"

Before Wen You could speak, Lu Ting took a sip of his wine and replied with a chuckle: "If I can give Mr. Wen what he wants, he will naturally help me."

Hearing what he said, Lin Yanxiu immediately understood.

In the competitive game world, as long as a professional master at Wenyou level is willing, countless large clubs and game companies will vie for him.

Other than that, there is only one thing left, which can be said to be eagerly desired by competitive gamers all over the world-the WGC championship every three years.

WGC is not like the domestic game leagues, where the registration threshold is so low that you can participate in the competition as long as you pay a registration fee.

As the most influential feast of e-sports in the world, the selection of WGC players is extremely strict.

First of all, you must be the top three in the domestic NGC to be eligible to participate in the regional intercontinental competition. Only when you get the top five in the intercontinental competition can you officially get the WGC admission ticket.

However, not every top three in China can participate in the intercontinental competition, because WGC is held once every three years, and NGC is held every year. Due to the limitation of places, a selection system under unspoken rules was born—— recommend.

Only first-class big companies and super clubs are qualified to recommend players, so they can include so many game masters.

OP and WT naturally also have recommended quotas. Since the OP lost in the confrontation between the two companies last quarter, this time OP only has one quota left, while WT has two.

Of course Wen You knew that the OP spot must be reserved for Rong Jian, so when Lu Tinggan approached him with the condition of recommending a spot, he agreed without saying a word.

Although he had been suppressed by this pervert Rong Jian before, but this time God made such a joke, it's hard to say who will win.Wen You and Rong Jian are friends in private, but also strong competitors in the arena.

When fighting, as long as there is a slight chance, both sides will beat each other mercilessly and do everything possible to win.

However, Rong Jian, who knew nothing about these things, naturally closed his eyes and meditated without any pressure.

Lin Yanxiu looked at the vast white clouds outside the porthole, but he didn't know what he was thinking.

There was silence in the cabin for a while, before Lu Tinggan said slowly: "It is said that this training camp has invited a mysterious master to come to assist in the training."

Seeing Lin Yanxiu looking at him, he grinned: "Boss Lin must have heard about it."

But Lin Yanxiu didn't bother to talk to him at all, and took out a magazine to read it with gusto.

As if he was used to being ignored, Lu Tinggan simply got up and walked towards him, holding his wine glass, his eyes swept back and forth over Rong Jian, leaned over beside Lin Yanxiu and whispered, "There are many people in this training camp. They are all old acquaintances of Rong Jian, I don't know if the current Rong Jian still has the courage to wear five, huh?"

"Don't worry about Boss Lu." Lin Yanxiu put another leg on top of it, and replied with a sneer on his face, "WT is going to put the treasure on Wen You? Don't forget that he was never in Rong Jian's hands." Pleased."

Wen You, who was named, looked back, shrugged helplessly, and said to Jone, who was nagging in a strange tone, "You didn't ask me last time what it meant to harm the fish in the pond, or the current situation .”

"Oh." Jones nodded half-understanding, "You Chinese always like to make simple things complicated."

Wen You smiled, noncommittal.

Lu Ting looked at Lin Yanxiu playfully, sighed and shook his head: "You can't get rid of the stubbornness of your mouth, have you suffered enough?"

Lin Yanxiu frowned impatiently, and was about to speak when a large shadow suddenly fell from above his head.

The two looked up, and suddenly saw Rong Jian standing there like a wooden stake, condescendingly staring at Lu Tinggan expressionlessly.

"Mr. Rong?" Lu Tinggan raised his eyebrows in surprise.

Rong Jian pointed to the door behind him, and said flatly, "You blocked the toilet door."

Boss Lu had no choice but to step aside silently.

Seeing Rong Jian's back disappearing at the door, he looked down at Lin Yanxiu with a complicated expression, and lowered his voice, "Is this what you want?"

"It has nothing to do with you." Lin Yanxiu closed the magazine with a neutral tone.

The corner of Lu Tinggan's mouth curled up, and he sneered and said in a low voice: "Have you ever thought that if one day he remembered everything, would he still be so close to you?"

This time Lin Yanxiu didn't answer, and fell silent completely, and unconsciously tightened his fingers holding the magazine.

Then came more cold and ruthless words: "How much he rejected you and me before, have you forgotten?"

"Or...you expect him to never wake up?"

With a "crash", the door opened again.

Standing at the door, Rong Jian looked at Lu Tingqian, and said helplessly, "Why do you like standing at the door of the toilet so much?"

Boss Lu: "..."

The moment he passed him, Rong Jian suddenly turned his face and said a word in a cold but unquestionable tone: "The matter between me and Lin Yanxiu has nothing to do with you."

Lin Yanxiu, who was sitting on the chair, suddenly widened his eyes. Such words would come out of Rong Jian's mouth calmly. He almost thought he was hallucinating.

Before recovering from the surprise, a hand reached out to the top of his head—and gently rubbed his hair like rubbing milk on his belly.

Rong Jian's deep and plain voice came over clearly: "I will not hate you, not in the future."

Lin Yanxiu froze immediately, as if he had been bombarded, his head became dizzy, his face turned red, and he couldn't speak a word for a long time.

His voice was not too loud, at least enough for Wen You and the others around him to hear him.

Lu Tinggan looked at him in surprise and was speechless for a while, and finally slowly turned into a wry smile with unknown meaning, and walked back to his place without bothering to say hello.

Rong Jian looked nonchalant again, Shi Shiran sat with his eyes closed and meditated, while Lin Yanxiu, who was behind him, couldn't get angry when he saw him like this.

His cheeks were burning red to the ears, staring at the empty sky outside the porthole, pretending to be calm, but his heart was turned upside down by that short sentence.

What the hell does that mean, bastard!

what not to hate...

nothing will ever...

Covering his eyes with one hand to block the glare of the sun, Lin Yanxiu tried hard to control his facial muscles so as not to laugh out loud.

You have to be responsible for what you say, hey!

The plane left a long white trail in the blue sky and disappeared into the distance.