King's return

As soon as Lu Tinggan heard the voice, his facial muscles became a little stiff, and he quickly returned to normal without a trace.

"You don't mind if I sit down, do you?" Junjie patted him on the shoulder cheerfully, and sat down beside them without waiting for a few people to agree.

"Boss Lu, won't you introduce your friend?" Lin Yanxiu curled his lips lightly, and switched the phone from his left hand to his right.

Before Lu Tinggan had time to speak, Junjie took off his sunglasses and showed a bright and exaggerated smile: "This is Mr. Lin from the OP, it's a pleasure to meet you."

He turned to Rong Jian again, leaned over and said mysteriously: "Little boy, do you know who I am?"

Rong Jian looked at him inexplicably: "I don't know."

Junjie said dejectedly: "Hey, the emperor abused you ten thousand times a few days ago and still don't remember?! How forgetful are you?!"

A light bulb flickered above Rong Jian's head: "Oh, so that psycho is you."

The other three looked embarrassed at the same time, crazy...

"Damn!" Junjie raised a middle finger angrily, "My surname is Jun and my name is Jie. I'm the coach of your training camp this time. You remember it clearly!"

Lin Yanxiu looked at him in shock and then at Lu Tinggan who was smiling wryly: "Are you really the emperor JJrun!?"

Junjie finally regained some self-esteem from his expression: "It's true."

"You and Boss Lu were friends?" After a brief accident, Lin Yanxiu quickly calmed down and asked meaningfully.

"Ah, that's right." Junjie cheerfully patted Lu Tinggan's shoulder vigorously, "The old friend is gone, isn't it, baby?"

"Mr. Jun, there must be a limit to joking." Lu Tinggan's expression turned ugly, and he gently waved away the other party's hand, and said with a smile, "When I was in the United States, I was fortunate enough to be taught by Junjie. .”

Lin Yanxiu's expression was noncommittal, he picked up the wine glass and took a sip of the red wine, the dark red glass blocked his scrutiny.

It is said that Junjie is a very legendary figure, he has heard about it, but it is the first time he has actually seen the deity, and he did not expect that it is really different from what he imagined.

And this guy...

Lin Yanxiu clasped the phone with his fingers and tapped it on the smooth surface, thinking strangely, he seemed to be the same kind of person as himself.

It's a small world.

"If you don't hurry up, the food will be cold." Rong Jian stretched his legs and kicked Lin Yanxiu who was in deep thought from under the table.

Lu Tinggan tried his best to draw a smile on the corner of his mouth, stood up and said, "I still have something to do, let's take a step first, and take it easy."

Looking at the back of him leaving quickly, Junjie shrugged helplessly: "What a boring guy."

Lin Yanxiu looked at him with great interest: "It turns out that the boss of WT and Renhuang are old acquaintances. If I say it, the industry will be shocked. With Boss Lu's competitive nature, he has been hiding it from everyone. Curious."

"You can just call me Junjie, Mr. Mr., it sounds really awkward." He stretched out his hand to pull the hat, turned the brim of the hat to the back of his head, narrowed his eyes slightly and smiled, "It's nothing, it's because that guy is too competitive I'm competitive, so I don't want WT to have anything to do with me."

After finishing speaking, Junjie changed the subject and suddenly said to Rongjian: "Boy, I pay special attention to you."

"Oh?" Rong Jian was startled, then looked at Lin Yanxiu in embarrassment, frowned and shook his head, "Sorry, I'm not interested in you, you should find someone else."

"Ahem..." Lin Yanxiu's face darkened, and he almost spit out the drink he had drunk.

Junjie was stunned for a moment, then suddenly slammed the table and laughed loudly: "You are so interesting, what a pity."

"What's the pity?" Rong Jian shook his head secretly, a normal person like himself really couldn't understand the jumping thinking circuit of a neurotic patient.

"It's a pity that you don't look like a fellow." Junjie smiled and blinked, then glanced at Lin Yanxiu vaguely, patted his buttocks and stood up, "Okay, don't disturb your lunch, Seeing how leisurely you are, scoring the top three points doesn’t seem like a big problem, does it? I’ve added a special condition that you are not allowed to stay in the private room for more than 10 hours a day.”

Lin Yanxiu frowned immediately: "Mr. Jun, isn't this too harsh?"

Junjie put on his sunglasses again, and asked with a giggle, "You don't have much confidence in him, do you?"

After finishing speaking, he ignored it.

The narrow-minded His Majesty Renhuang walked out leisurely with his hands in his pockets, laughing triumphantly in his heart, how dare you call me a madman? !Hey, you'll have something to look at then!

The remaining Rong Jian and Lin Yanxiu looked at each other in blank dismay, but a bunch of messy things happened just after going out for a meal.

Lin Yanxiu said coolly: "That psychopath you complained about that day is the Emperor?"

"What is the Emperor?" Rong Jian asked without shame.

Lin Yanxiu replied weakly: "It is the emperor of the human race, and Junjie also plays the human race. The champion of the last global video game competition is called the emperor of the human race."

"Hey, what do you call it if you win the championship in Ghost Clan or Orc Clan?"

Lin Yanxiu was silent for a while, then said, "Ghost King and Beast King."

"Tsk, it's really ugly."

"—that's not the point!"

Rong Jian lowered his head and continued to eat, and suddenly imagined in his mind how Boss Lin became the Beast Emperor...

Beast Emperor... Beast Emperor... Beast...

"puff--"

"You bastard, don't spit out the rice all of a sudden, hey!"

The two, who were full of food and drink, wandered around the hotel for a while before returning to the training hall. It turned out that almost everyone was eating instant noodles, and some even played games while eating.

The sound of collectively sucking noodles and tapping keyboards and mice in the room, one after another, is like a symphony, which is breathtaking.

"Why are you eating instant noodles too?" Rong Jian looked in surprise at Jone who was holding a bowl of Master Kong's braised beef noodles and squatting in the corner sniffing for noodles.

Jones took a big sip of the soup, put down his chopsticks and said in surprise, "I see that all of them are eating this, isn't it a strange custom of you Chinese?"

Rong Jian patted him on the shoulder silently: "That's the custom of homeboys."

The two of them flashed into the box, and the bad training all afternoon started again.

Due to the time difference, the British players on the PG platform didn't expect him to have lunch, and thought he was going to sleep late at night.This time happened to be the time when the night owls went offline to rest, the office workers had no time to play the game, and the vacuum period of the master gap.

Rongme2, who was lucky with shit, picked up this perfect time and came back.

The one-to-many channel suddenly complained, Rongme2 met the gods and killed the gods, met the Buddha and killed the Buddha, and suddenly swept away thousands of troops, no one was his opponent!

All the British players watched the extremely arrogant Chinese score soaring upwards on the leaderboard, and they wanted to cry without tears.

If you don't break out in silence, you will perish in silence!Wherever these words are put, they are the truth.

In the public channel, the screen was frantically swiping, demanding that the top experts of the super club be gathered to beat him up, and they must severely destroy this kid's prestige!

It's a pity that people's calculations are not as good as heaven's calculations - when the British master players came online one after another, it was time for Rong Jian to have dinner.

All the masters waited and waited solemnly, Rong Jian and Lin Yanxiu had a leisurely time eating and eating, and then, after playing games all day, it was time to go back to their room to rest.

At this moment, the British players who are far away across the ocean are looking forward to the return of the king lonely, but it is a pity that the hero will never come back once he is gone!

In the city where the lights are just coming on, the criss-crossing overpasses stretch for thousands of miles and are bustling and bustling.

After taking a shower, Rong Jian took two dumbbells from the gym and held them sexually on the spacious balcony.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Lin Yanxiu in the room holding his mobile phone with a carefree face, talking cracklingly, without listening, he knew that he must be teaching that poor little assistant a lesson.

Speaking of which, for such a long period of time, apart from going to the company occasionally, Lin Yanxiu spends most of the time with himself who has nothing to do.

"Is the boss so busy..." Rong Jian thought silently.

He has never seen Lin Yanxiu work overtime or come home late. Lin Yanxiu keeps his laptop with him all the time. Even if the work is not finished, he will definitely rush home before dinner.

Spending a lot of time together on weekdays, Rong Jian has almost formed the habit of catching each other's figure in his sight.

Lin Yanxiu's sense of presence always seemed to be so clear, even through the closed glass window, he could hear his impatience and harsh scolding.

"What a bad personality..." Rong Jian turned around reassuringly, continued to lift the dumbbells, slowly shaking his head, with a very magnanimous look, "Only I can tolerate you."

The arms were a little sore from lifting, so Rong Jian squatted down to rest.

The sky above the head is dark and deep.

Rong Jian looked at it for a while with the same dark eyes, and suddenly recalled what Lu Tingqian said before leaving.

There are still two months before this NGC, if it can really resume...

Rong Jian looked down at his hands, the palm lines were covered with fine broken lines, the tiger's mouth and index finger had calluses, and the nails were round and clean. Lin Yanxiu said that these hands were his most precious things, and they should be taken care of.

He also said that without these hands, he would be useless.

Rong Jian thought about it carefully, would he have anything else?It seems that they can still fight - but that also needs hands.

Lin Yanxiu was a bit resistant to his past, but Rong Jian could still sense it, he remembered Wen You once said that they didn't get along well before.

Maybe... the relationship is worse than "bad"?

Rong Jian frowned, always feeling a little uncomfortable.

At noon, although Lu Tinggan's motives were not pure, but what he said undoubtedly hit his mind, and what Junjie said also made him confused.

"Fellow, what do you mean..."

Rong Jian put down the dumbbell sleepily, took off her glasses and slowly wiped them.

It's a bad feeling to be missing big chunks of white space, especially when everyone around you is evasively saying things you don't understand.

Everyone is tacit, only you are ignorant.

Since he was discharged from the hospital, he has been living an arranged life, and Lin Yanxiu seems to be trying to keep him inseparable.

He did it very successfully, Rong Jian was almost used to such a comfortable life, except for the occasional time when he struggled to wake up from the chaotic dream, he would feel empty and dazed.

But people are always greedy.

When an injured bird does not even have a nest, it will be very happy as long as it has a thatched hut to shelter it from the wind and rain. When it has a home, it will hope to have a family who will take care of it and give it warmth.

When all these are satisfied, it will long for the vast blue sky and white clouds outside, instead of being a pet in a cage forever.

Lin Yanxiu likes her, Rong Jian is very sure of this.

What he wasn't sure about was, what exactly did a man like Lin Yanxiu like about him?

Rong Jian exhaled lightly, shook hands heavily, and then slowly let go, the black pupil behind the lens stared at it and flickered slightly.

——So what, he will hold firmly in the palm of his hand what he can grasp.

Whether in the past, present, or future.

Night had fallen completely.

Rong Jian walked into the room with the dumbbells in his hands, the corners of his mouth seemed to be slightly raised.

"...you can just go to the project leader for such a small matter. If this can't be done, what should I keep them for?" Lin Yanxiu leaned sideways on the sofa, with the turned on computer resting on his lap, frowning impatiently Swap the phone from the left ear to the right.

The glass door clicked open.

Lin Yanxiu caught a glimpse of Rong Jian coming in, and hurriedly said to the other end of the phone, "That's it, you can figure it out." He cut it off quickly.

Rong Jian threw the dumbbell aside, panting slightly, his bangs were sticking to his forehead with sweat.

"I told you to take a shower after practice." Lin Yanxiu closed the computer cover casually, took a towel and covered Rong Jian's head, and rubbed it carelessly.

He suddenly stretched out his hand from under the towel, grabbed Lin Yanxiu's wrist, lifted the towel and looked up at him: "Lin Yanxiu, I want to recover my memory quickly."

He grasped a little too hard, Lin Yanxiu frowned subconsciously, but he still let him grasp.

After a moment of silence, Lin Yanxiu said slowly, "This kind of thing is not something you can recover immediately if you want to."

"I know." Rong Jian rubbed his messy hair, "But I still want to try my best..."

Lin Yanxiu pursed his lips and did not speak.

Rong Jian hesitated: "Aren't you happy..."

"No." Lin Yanxiu interrupted him lightly, withdrew his hand and put it in his pocket, and looked away, "It is also a good thing for the OP that you get back the game sense of the past as soon as possible. I don't like it, don't forget I promised in front of many media that I will get WNG's admission ticket this time, so don't let the whole company lose face for you."

"...That's good." Rong Jian stood up slowly, "I'll go take a shower again."

Lin Yanxiu's cold voice came from behind again: "After this training is over, I will arrange an authoritative doctor for you."

Rong Jian paused, turned his face to the side and nodded, and stepped into the bathroom.

After a while, there was the sound of rushing water.

Lin Yanxiu sat back on the sofa again, and silently took out a pack of cigarettes.

The lighter also seemed to be against him, and it took a long time to light it.

The light slanted to cast a silhouette on his face, and the swirling clouds made him look a little gloomy.

A cigarette burned to the end, Lin Yanxiu pressed it out, and then slowly took out his mobile phone and dialed a number.

After several beeps, the other party's lazy voice came from the phone: "Hey, Boss Lin, is that kid Rong Jian disabled or useless again? Don't just look for me in three or two days, can you..."

"Zhang Xiaoqiang, let me tell you something serious, tell me honestly, what are the chances of Rong Jian recovering his memory?"

Hearing this sentence, Zhang Lang fell silent for a moment in astonishment, and then said: "It's hard to say. Logically speaking, his health is no longer serious, but he hasn't recovered his memory for a long time. It's probably because his subconscious doesn't want to recall it."

Lin Yanxiu lit a cigarette again, and said flatly, "What if he wants to?"

"...Of course there are many ways, such as taking him back to a place with deep memories, or hypnosis."

Lin Yanxiu leaned back on the sofa and silently exhaled a smoke ring: "...I see."