Boys can't shed tears easily

In 2012, on the stage of the League of Legends S2 Finals, the spotlights shone brightly.

Speaking English, the commentary was full of enthusiasm, and he roared and announced loudly: "Congratulations to the Chinese team TE for winning the S2 championship! Congratulations to TE!"

"Congratulations to our FMVP—Wood!"

On the screen of the real-time broadcast, the teenager sitting in the middle unit let go of the mouse, and was pushed by his teammates to walk in front of the summoner trophy.

He looked up, his eyes blank.

People of all colors and languages ​​in the audience were shouting his game ID, and each sound of "Wood" was like a wave of rhythm, dancing in the air.

When holding the trophy, Mu Bai was still full of disbelief.

He... really won?

Since the formation of TE, he left his hometown with a backpack. The team was so poor that he could cook noodles with water, and the air tickets to Shanghai to participate in the qualifiers were saved by taking the subway and playing in Internet cafes.

This is their glory.

The glory they created with their own hands!

"What are you staring at, Xiaobai." The jungler on the side stopped him by the neck, smiling so hard that he couldn't see his eyes, "The champion rewards 100 US dollars, and we must fly first class when we return home!... You know first class, I heard The chair can be put down, and you can lie on it and sleep!"

AD also came over, and several people chattered together: "Yes, why don't we spend a few more days in Los Angeles, I have never been abroad in my life."

"Why don't you give Xiaobai a taste of the Michelin three-star steak. If you don't eat meat, you won't grow taller."

"Yeah, look at this guy with small arms and legs. I heard that people abroad are discussing whether we abused him."

"Damn, who dares to abuse Xiaobai? If I bite him, I will kill him!"

"Hey, don't be crazy, it's on stage. But how much is the Michelin three-star? It shouldn't be a few hundred dollars."

"A few hundred yuan is nothing, we have enough money now, let the children have a good time!"

Many voices mixed together, Mu Bai wanted to say something, but the light flashed in front of his eyes, and the trophy in his hand seemed to become heavier.

As if he heard someone calling him, Mu Bai took a step forward unconsciously, suddenly his feet were empty, the sky and the earth turned, and there was a sharp pain on his forehead.

It was as if the brain was split by something, but soon, the sharp pain of tearing faded away, and the body seemed to be suspended from bottom to top.

I can't see anything in front of me.

"Mu Bai!"

"noob!"

"Wood!"

When various voices came, Mu Bai felt his body was getting more and more tired. He wanted to return a comforting smile, but he could only move his lips weakly.

Stop shouting, he's really fine.

Mu Bai thought in confusion.

Maybe just too tired and need a break...

That night, following TE's championship, followed by the hot search list, was the unexpected death of TE's 17-year-old mid laner Wood.

In the end, the autopsy determined that it was due to perennial malnutrition and anemia caused by the high concentration of the entire round of BO5, which caused Wood to stumble and fall off the high platform.

After the official finished the production of the champion skin, a personal commemorative skin was specially made for Wood's favorite hero Dao.

Netizens know this.

It turns out that there is a competition called "E-sports" in the corner of the world. There are a group of teenagers wearing national flags who, for their dreams and love, rushed out of the Internet cafe competitions abroad.

"Heart rate is normal, blood pressure is normal, it seems that there is nothing serious."

In the haze, an indistinct male voice sounded.

Mu Bai recalled what happened just now, and moved his neck, but his forehead didn't feel the sharp pain as imagined.

"He seems to be awake." A female voice answered.

"Mu Bai? Are you okay, Mu Bai?" the male voice asked again.

Mu Bai squinted his eyes hard, and slowly opened them.

He should be in the hospital. A man in a white coat is standing in front of him, holding documents in his hand, looking down at him.

A face full of obvious disappreciation.

"It's fine if you wake up, if you do such a stupid thing next time, this hospital won't accept you." After finishing speaking, the male doctor turned around and left immediately.

"Doctor Zhang... hey!"

Seeing that the door of the room was closed heavily, the young nurse explained: "He is just like this, don't take it to heart. But the doctor is right, people still have to put their health first, no matter how much money they earn, their lives will be spent." I can't make it..."

Mu Bai couldn't understand what the two were talking about, but he could vaguely feel that they were concerned about him.

So Mu Bai pursed his lips and showed an apologetic smile.

Teenagers are beautiful.

His skin was snow-white, with faint red marks rubbed off by the hospital's not-so-good-quality quilt. The small left earlobe was inlaid with a water-blue earring, which was crystal clear, like a clever cat's eye.

At this moment, Mu Bai's head was drooping nervously, his fair fingers almost melted into the white quilt, his smile was innocent and shy, and he was cautiously flattering.

The nurse's heart skipped a beat, she parted her lips, unable to utter a word of reproach.

She sighed, but the movements of her hands were a little lighter, and she left the ward after leaving a few instructions.

After confirming that there was no other discomfort in the body, Mu Bai climbed down from the hospital bed.

As soon as he lifted the quilt, he felt a chill all over his body, so cold that he hugged his arms tightly.

In order to take care of the patients, the temperature in the room was only turned on to 28 degrees, but it made Mu Bai fall into an ice cellar.

Maybe it was just recovering from a long illness, but in memory, his body was far less fragile.

Finding the remote control in the corner to turn off the air conditioner, Mu Bai looked at himself reflected in the mirror, unable to react for a long time.

The boy in the mirror has beautiful and delicate facial features, and his delicate skin can be broken with blows.

Because of illness, her lips were unhealthy gray, looking from a distance, she looked like a fragile porcelain doll.

Although his appearance is [-]% similar to him, Mu Bai knows that this body is not his.

He didn't have such a delicate arm that seemed to break if he folded it, and it was so weak that he couldn't even bear the cold air of the air conditioner at more than [-] degrees.

Just walking a short distance to the bathroom, he could feel the powerlessness coming from his heart.

His brain was swollen and painful, and memories that did not belong to him came in bursts, and Mu Bai finally understood what happened.

He may have crossed over.

Although it seems to be almost the same, this world is no longer his original earth.

The original owner is also called Mu Bai, a single-parent family.

It is a little famous anchor, in order to create a topic, he went to the river to live broadcast during the most turbulent season of the river, and was really covered by the tide.

People and equipment were immediately involved in the water. After being sent to the hospital, the heart stopped beating for a while, and then regained consciousness again.

Seeing the word "miracle" in bold on the news report, Mu Bai turned off the TV.

How can there be so many miracles in the world.

He did die, and the original owner did not survive the river.

The original owner is only 17 years old. I just hope that he didn't come to the original owner's body unilaterally, but that the two of them exchanged souls, and the lives of each other can continue.

only……

Thinking of the League of Legends and his teammates who were worried about him, Mu Bai sighed silently.

Fortunately, having already won the championship, he did not implicate the team, and his previous efforts were not in vain.

After sorting out his mood, Mu Bai remembered that there was not much balance in the account, so he decided to go through the discharge procedures as soon as possible.

Except for some low values, Mu Bai's body is still healthy, and the doctor quickly signed the permission.

"Will you take the risk next time?" Dr. Zhang asked with a dark face while passing the paper over.

This time, Mu Bai understood what the doctor meant.

"Sorry, I know I was wrong, really." The boy raised his head, stared straight at the doctor, and said seriously: "I won't do it again in the future."

Doctor Zhang froze for a moment with a stinky face on his face.

Wanting to make a name for himself on the Internet, he has lost his head, and he has seen a lot of Internet celebrities who act recklessly regardless of social safety.

Even some time ago, two of them came to the hospital. They were very good-looking, but they pulled the patient to ask questions and laughed at the girl who had her head shaved for surgery.

He originally thought that Mu Bai was like this.

But at this time, the boy's sincere apology made him feel a little soft-hearted.

Dr. Zhang gave a low cough, shook the pen in hand, and muttered: "I wish I had known the mistake earlier, your nutrition is also a little unhealthy, don't follow the trend to lose weight, what's so good about being thin..."

Mu Bai looked down at his hands, he was indeed thinner, but it was similar to his previous life.

The doctor is benevolent, even if his tone is not good, but he knows that the doctor is thinking of him.

He is very grateful to everyone who cares about him.

Mu Bai narrowed his eyes, smiled obediently, and his voice was soft as if there was wind blowing: "Well, thank you doctor."

Dr. Zhang was completely hoarse, holding his head helplessly.

After explaining the precautions, Mu Bai bent his slender body, bowed to the doctor, and pushed open the office door with his luggage.

He was actually a sensible and polite child.

Doctor Zhang looked at the receipt slip left by Mu Bai, and his heart sank.

After being in a coma for so many days, wandering on the line of life and death, both the patient and the doctor tried their best.

After waking up, Mu Bai dragged his newly recovered body and packed his belongings.

Doctor Zhang pinched the pen in his palm.

It's fine if there is no parent to take care of him in the hospital, and even when he is discharged from the hospital, Mu Bai pays the fee and leaves alone.

Obviously only 17 years old.

With a temporary ID card, Mu Bai applied for a bank card and went to buy the cheapest smartphone.

Looking at the only 200 yuan left in the card, Mu Bai frowned slightly, and quickly stretched it out.

He has lived too many poor days, and two hundred may not seem like much, but as long as he breaks it apart and crumbles it, it will last for a while.

but.

Mu Bai looked at the weak arm, his heart sank slightly.

With the job he is physically capable of doing, I am afraid that there are not many options.

Shortly after inserting the SIM card, the phone rang.

The SIM card has the function of storing numbers, and the words "Broker Angkor" are displayed on the screen.

Perhaps due to the lack of oxygen in the brain caused by drowning, the memory left by the original owner is blurred.

Mu Bai only remembered that he once signed a contract with a live broadcasting company, where he lived and boarded in the company and received a decent salary.

As soon as the phone was connected, Angkor's voice came over his head and face: "Mu Bai, did you have fun playing disappearing, and you still know how to answer the phone? Do you want to work? If I knew it, I wouldn't sign you. I have nothing to do with my looks." No, it's quite capable of tossing around, it's just a piece of trash..."

Angkor is middle-aged, but he has a strange piercing voice, which makes Mu Bai's temple throbbing.

Mu Bai knocked on the roadside railing, his slightly lowered voice brought a little coolness: "Excuse me, can you be a little quieter?"