your glory my sniper

For a long, long time afterwards, Ling Jibei recalled that night in Los Angeles again and again, he nestled in Yu Jianglan's warm embrace, and carefully looked at the person who wanted to spend his life with him.

Yu Jianglan's beautiful side face fell in the melting moonlight, with a kind of unreality like a mirror flower in water, and those black and white eyes were as bright as stars in the twilight.

In the affectionate gaze, every word he said was simple and simple, but it was deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

He said: "Brother Lan will definitely take good care of you, will always love you, and will never let you go..."

Those were the most touching love words that Ling Jibei heard from Yu Jianglan's mouth. At that moment, he suddenly had a kind of crazy reluctance, as if even if the sky fell in the next second, he could still face it with a smile.

Everything is perfect here.

But what Ling Jibei never imagined was that Yu Jianglan would have an accident the night before the World Champions Cup group match.

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In the PUBG World Champions Cup, 32 top teams from all over the world gather together to compete for the world championship and huge prize money.

The schedule is divided into group stage, semi-finals and finals.

The group match lasted three days and was divided into two groups, AB and AB, each playing six games.The sixteen teams ranked eighth in the two groups will enter the group knockout round on the third day.The top eight will advance, and the bottom eight will be eliminated directly.

The night before, the members of YG team had the final training match in the hotel, Ling Jibei played abnormally for a while, felt chest tight after the end, and proposed to go downstairs to breathe.

It was raining lightly outside, and the sky was very overcast.

Yu Jianglan didn't ask to accompany him, didn't remind him to bring an umbrella, and didn't even say a word of comfort.Just sitting in front of the table, typing on the keyboard of the notebook with a dignified expression, and when Ling Jibei pushed the door to go out, a sentence drifted from behind Ling Jibei: "Don't stay outside for too long, resume the game later."

He can understand that Yu Jianglan is under a lot of pressure as the captain and coach, and he also knows that he is born to be strong and unwilling to be inferior, but he still can't stand his attitude.

"What are you talking about taking care of me, hmph..." Ling Jibei was furious, mumbling to himself while putting on his shoes: "You don't take care of my mood at all."

Yu Jianglan's fingers on the keyboard paused, and he raised his eyes: "What did you say?"

boom--

Before he finished speaking, Ling Jibei slammed the door.

Yu Jianglan was silent for a while, and continued to edit the analysis report of tonight's match, but closed the laptop anxiously before writing two lines.He pinched the center of his brows vigorously, turned his head and looked out the window, the sky was so dark that there was no light to be seen.

Yu Jianglan naturally knew why the child was angry, but there was nothing he could do, he was in a bad mood now, and he couldn't make him happy as usual.

During the team training camp, under the influence of Ling Jibei, everyone was overly optimistic.As the boss, Ling Jibei never instilled in his subordinates the idea of ​​winning or losing, let alone exerted the slightest bit of pressure. It was as if he was going to play a charity friendly match.

It was in this kind of atmosphere that everyone was used to being relaxed. Now in Los Angeles, when the arrow had to be stretched on the string and had to be fired, none of them could get nervous anymore.It is called a water, not even one-tenth of the actual level.

Take Ling Jibei as an example, he is a typical master whose operations are affected by his mood. When he is good, he is really unambiguous, and he can almost hit every shot.But once the dishes are cooked, the operation is really hard to watch.

Moreover, actual combat is not target shooting after all. In the process of the competition, we should pay attention to adapting to the situation. At this time, we still need to rely on consciousness and judgment ability, which cannot be trained in just a few months.

And this is not the most troublesome thing for Yu Jianglan. The biggest problem of this team now is not the stability of individual performance, but that several people are not familiar with each other enough.Each team has its own way of playing and lacks teamwork.

Looking at the teams in North America, Japan and South Korea, they are all veteran members, and they have been working together for at least half a year. It is true that hard work can make up for weakness.Those teams that Yu Jianglan didn't pay attention to before, have made rapid progress over the past year, and their skills and tactics are remarkable, which puts him under pressure.

It turned out that Yu Jianglan thought that the semi-finals could be scored with his eyes closed, but now he was starting to lose his mind.

If they go home after the group stage, it is not just a simple failure, but also proves that it is very difficult for YG Esports to stand up again. The first thing he and Ling Jibei devoted their efforts to do, just failed like this?

He was not reconciled.

Yu Jianglan's eyes deepened, and when he looked up, he saw Ling Jibei's coat hanging on the hanger at the door.

"It's really worrying." He shook his head helplessly, got up and walked over.

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"Ah!"

Downstairs in the hotel, Ling Jibei, who was sitting on a bench looking up at the sky, suddenly sneezed coldly.

There was a very thin drizzle floating in the sky, and it fell very lightly, but it was still cool after all.

He had been sitting there for a while, and he didn't know where his willfulness came from, so he wanted to wait for Yu Jianglan to call him before going upstairs.

Ling Jibei just waited, the phone rang, and it was really Yu Jianglan calling.

"Lingling, come back." The other side only called him softly, and then there was only the sound of disordered and heavy breathing.

Through the phone, Ling Jibei could clearly hear the moan of pain suppressed deep in his throat.

"You..." Ling Jibei stood up abruptly: "What's wrong with you!"

"I don't know where the water came from at the door, it's very slippery..." Yu Jianglan's voice was calm: "I fell down."

"F, fell, one, fell!?" Ling Jibei couldn't help shouting.

Others don't know, but he doesn't know how dangerous and deadly the words "fall down" are for a person who has just undergone major surgery on his lumbar spine and has several steel nails in his bones. .

Ling Jibei ran upstairs holding the phone.

When he arrived in front of Yu Jianglan's door, his foot suddenly slipped and he fell to the ground with a plop.He landed on his buttocks, and the sudden sharp pain from his tailbone made him curse: "Fuck."

The ground is too slippery.

"Brother Lan!" Ling Jibei was not coquettish, stood up with his hands on the ground, his hands were sticky, he didn't pay attention, and rushed into the room directly: "Brother Lan, are you okay!!!"

In the room, Yu Jianglan supported the head of the bed with one hand and pressed his lower back with the other, standing beside the bed.He couldn't sit down for a while, and his body was shaking violently visible to the naked eye.

Hearing Ling Jibei's voice, Yu Jianglan turned his head back, but even this simple turning back made his back hurt so much that he almost cried out.He turned his face and closed his eyes forbearance.

"Brother Lan!" Ling Jibei ran over, pulled his clothes and lifted them up: "Don't move around, let me see, show me, where did you fall!"

Ling Jibei said as he lifted his clothes.

The hand shook suddenly.

The reddish-brown incision in his eyes swelled up appallingly, and it looked unusually serious.

Ling Jibei's eyes were red at that time, but his mouth was still stern: "Aren't you writing a summary of the training game! What are you running around when you have nothing to do! Don't you know that you have to be careful with your waist! You don't know that you Can't you fall!!!"

As he spoke, he turned into a hysterical growl, and finally there was a hint of crying in his voice: "Brother Lan, what's going on with you, you, do I have to watch you all the time?" ..."

"It's cold outside." Yu Jianglan gently threw Ling Jibei's coat on the bed: "I'm afraid you'll be freezing."

Ling Jibei was stunned, looked at his coat, then at the injury on Yu Jianglan's waist, his nose couldn't help but ache: "...Who used you to send me clothes, huh?"

"It's this time, and you're still scolding your brother Lan?" Yu Jianglan looked at him, smiled wryly, her lumbar spine seemed to be relieved a little, and slowly sat on the bedside: "I'm fine, help me find Some ice cubes, apply it, and the swelling will go away."

"It's not that simple. It's obvious that there's something wrong with the steel nail. It's protruding a big piece, which is hard." Ling Jibei's fingertips gently stroked the redness, but in the process, he felt himself again. The strangeness in the hand.

He remembered that he fell at the door just now, and when he fell to the ground, his hands rubbed against the ground, wet and sticky.

Ling Jibei raised his hand to look at the light, put it in front of his nose and smelled it, his eyebrows furrowed a little.

It's dish soap.

The author has something to say: I'm so sleepy, the thick and long chapters are gone, so please read it

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