Please stop your ripping off

At ten o'clock in the evening, room 8103 of the hotel was rang.

Xie Zeyan bent his knuckles and tapped on the door twice. He didn't have any hope at first, but he didn't expect that two seconds later, there was a slight sound of footsteps in the room.

"Are you back?" Xu Zhao opened the door and turned sideways to let him in.

Xie Zeyan smiled lightly and praised him: "You're pretty good, I thought you wouldn't come."

Xu Zhao's ears turned red with disappointment: "Didn't you ask me to come..."

The hotels officially booked for them are all big bed rooms, which are more than enough to sleep two people. At this time, there are some electronic products on the bed, which looks a little messy.

Xu Zhao locked the door, and was in a hurry to tidy up, but Xie Zeyan grabbed his wrist in time.

"Don't clean it up." Xie Zeyan looked at the few lines of small characters he wrote on the notebook, and asked, "Are you replaying?"

Xu Zhao nodded: "Isn't this an upcoming game... I asked a friend to ask for all the video materials of the large-scale foreign games during this period, mainly to see if there are any breakthroughs in zero and pop, and the result..."

He paused for a moment, amused himself: "There is no flaw at all."

A team that stands at the top of the world, regardless of awareness or operation, even the players can beat them alone. If you want to win against them, you can only rely on luck under the premise of strength.

Xie Zeyan picked up the notebook and glanced casually.

The notes were taken very seriously, and almost every detail was recorded. One can imagine how much effort was wasted.

Xie Zeyan sighed softly, his heart was soft.

"Xiao Zhao, do you know why I let you come to my room?"

Xu Zhao was stunned for a moment, "Want... let me accompany you?"

"This is only part of it." Xie Zeyan put the notebook on his lap and looked at Xu Zhao, "The more important thing is to let you relax."

Xu Zhao opened his mouth, but couldn't make any sound.

"I've noticed since I entered the World Championships. You put too much pressure on yourself. The extreme training hours can't even handle the wind lions. Don't you look at how much weight you've lost in the past few weeks?" Xie Zeyan was very distressed.

Xu Zhao lowered his eyes, and his eye sockets were a little sour.

"I... just don't want to hold you back."

He joined the first team because of good luck. He is not as good as the Wind Lions. He can only reach the top [-] level of the Asian server in a single row. He usually wanders around the [-]th level. Putting it in such a team Naturally, it doesn't look too good.

What's more, what they have to face is the World Championship.

In a place where strong people gather, the shortcomings will be particularly obvious. Xu Zhao doesn't want to let himself be the team's weakness, so he will work hard during this time.

but……

Still not enough.

Xu Zhao bit his lower lip tightly to prevent himself from making a sound, but tears rolled down from the corners of his eyes, looking particularly pitiful.

Xie Zeyan reached out and gently wiped away the tears.

"Xiao Zhao, you have to know one thing, trust your teammates, trust me, okay?"

Xu Zhao's eyes were red, and he was sobbing slightly.

"PUBG has never been played alone, and the most exciting shots are also in team games. Whether it is a double row or a four row, cooperation and tacit understanding are the most important." Xie Zeyan said slowly, "You will never Slow down, you are the most important one in our team, I have seen your statistics, the hit rate of M24 is as high as 90%, as long as the sniper hits, you can take the head, no matter where you put it, it is a very powerful record..."

Xu Zhao kept his head down all the time, and his trouser legs were already wet.

"I'm telling you this not to praise you, but to tell you that I have never held back in the team." Xie Zeyan took a light breath, "Everyone in the team has his own meaning, you Same."

Xu Zhao couldn't help it after all, sobbing uncontrollably overflowed from his tightly pressed lips.

Xie Zeyan was so distressed that he held him in his arms and comforted him softly.

Xu Zhao was indeed too depressed during this time, and finally had an opportunity to vent out, so he couldn't hold it back.

In the end, Xu Zhao didn't know how long he had been crying.

When he woke up the next day, he found that his eyes were swollen out of shape.

Xu Zhao stretched out his hand and rubbed his eyes sleepily, looking at Xie Zeyan who was already fully dressed standing by the bed, his eyes were still a little dazed.

Xie Zeyan smiled lightly, lowered his head and kissed him at the corner of his eyes, and told him, "You should rest well. Today is the home game of the second team. I will go with the coach to see the situation."

Xu Zhao blinked hard: "I want to go too."

"You can also watch the live broadcast here. The hotel bed is much more comfortable than the sofa in the lounge." Xie Zeyan said softly, "Be good, don't play games today, don't put too much pressure on yourself."

He ordered a few words and hurried out the door.

Xu Zhao looked at his back with some reluctance. He wanted to get up and take a shower, but in a blink of an eye, he found that breakfast and ice packs had been set up by the bed, and he knew that they had been prepared for a long time.

Xu Zhao picked up the ice pack and gently put it on his eyes, with a smile on his lips unconsciously.

……

The World Championship has officially started.

When Xie Zeyan opened the lounge door and entered, the second team was already playing.

Due to the large number of teams participating in the competition and the cumbersome schedule, the main teams in the early stage will basically not play. After the lottery results, there will be three rounds of knockout rounds, and the final finals will be the place where the masters will gather.

Old Shi looked at the big screen with a solemn expression.

"You're here." Feng Yi greeted Xie Zeyan.

Xie Zeyan nodded slightly and asked, "How is the situation?"

Old Shi sneered: "What else? That bottle player took money from others, and started playing in the first game. Look at Fengcheng's record, they usually can't play like this with their feet."

On the big screen, QW is taking third place.

There are only four teams in their group. Other than them, they are all little-known players. This ranking is an insult to them.

Xie Zeyan pursed his lower lip lightly.

In the first game, QW had a total of 8 heads, ranking second.

In the second game, QW had 3 total heads, and the ranking dropped to fourth.

In the third round, QW had 5 heads in total, only 10 points away from No.4, ranking second from last.

Lao Shi was so angry that he wanted to scold them directly with the voice of the team, but was stopped by Xie Zeyan.

After the three games, anyone with a discerning eye can see that Bottle is playing.

He is the assault position in the team. It stands to reason that he should control the rhythm with his own strength, lay out the battle line with firepower, and he should be the first in every small team battle.

And through the replays of these rounds, it can be clearly seen that he did not achieve firepower suppression, but wasted time on reloading and aiming, which forced the team into a siege, and finally ended in a fiasco.

At the end of the third game, Fengcheng silently took off his earphones, and the whites of his eyes were filled with bloodshot eyes.

Bottle also knew he was wrong, so he didn't quarrel with them, and hurriedly picked up his phone and left the venue during the intermission.

"Captain..." One of them comforted him, "It's okay, we can be shortlisted, as long as we can be shortlisted, don't worry about him so much, he is too short of money..."

"He is too short of money and wants to play us?" Fengcheng's eyes were trembling, "You don't know how long I spent for today's competition, four years, four full years, and finally got something to prove myself The opportunity is going to be ruined by him like this?!"

The man was dumb.

They also know Fengcheng's experience in the industry. He was able to stand in the World Championships because of his hard work. The pain he experienced is beyond anyone's imagination.

"never mind."

Fengcheng took a deep breath, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't lose my temper with you, I'm too useless, I'll go out to take a breath."

The backstage of the game was not quiet, and he couldn't even find a place to stay alone. Fengcheng turned around and finally found the corner of the stairs.

He sat slowly on the stairs, his hands were shaking.

How could he be reconciled?

In his four-year career, he had been sold to so many teams, finally made it to the much-anticipated World Championships, and was blatantly played by others. In the end, he only ended up in the third place.

How can he accept this?

Fengcheng closed his eyes, and felt a throbbing pain in his heart.

There was a slight sound of footsteps behind him.

Fengcheng got up quickly, afraid of disturbing other people going downstairs, until the slender shadow came to his side, he realized that this person was the real genius boy Xie Zeyan.

"wolf."

Fengcheng greeted him, not wanting him to see his downcast appearance.

Xie Zeyan leaned on the armrest lazily, "Aren't there still two games left? Why did you come here?"

Compared with the innate nobility of the other party, Feng Cheng seemed a bit cramped.

"That...it's too stuffy, come out and get some air."

"Did you hear all the voices in the venue just now?" Xie Zeyan asked.

Fengcheng's breath stagnates.

Of course he heard it.

A large part of the fans who came to watch the game were Chinese. After seeing their performance, everyone was disappointed, and even scolded even worse. It was precisely because they didn't want to stay under the camera and be scolded by fans. Fengcheng chose to escape.

Xie Zeyan: "Just because Bottle played you guys, are you giving up on yourself now?"

"I didn't!" Feng Cheng wanted to defend himself, "I was trying hard, but..."

By the end his voice had dropped.

"Work hard?" Xie Zeyan sneered, "If you really worked hard, you wouldn't be here."

Fengcheng was dumb, and the hands behind his back trembled unconsciously.

Sometimes he really felt that Xie Zeyan was a terrible person.

He obviously looks disorganized and doesn't care about anything, but a few words that he casually utters can pierce people's sore spots and hit the nail on the head.

"If Lao Shi didn't ask me to come, I wouldn't bother."

Xie Zeyan's voice slowed down a lot, "I'm just telling you something, PUBG doesn't have to be a four-player game."

Fengcheng's eyes trembled slightly.

"what do you mean……"

Xie Zeyan opened the door of the safe passage: "That's all for now."

……

After returning to the lounge, Lao Shi couldn't wait to stand at the door and wait.

"How? Is he mentally broken?" Lao Shi was so nervous that he couldn't do it. "I'm most worried about these people. If he collapses, it's really finished. We have to get a place in the finals..."

Xie Zeyan smiled lightly: "No, it's fine, just wait and see."

With these words, Lao Shi heaved a sigh of relief.

He patted his chest: "That's fine, that's fine, I'm so anxious."

Feng Yi was very curious: "Didn't collapse? How do I think he left as soon as it was over? Is he in such a good mood?"

"It's not that he has a good attitude." Xie Zeyan sat on the sofa, "It's that he can't collapse."

The burden of the entire second team rested on him alone, and Fengcheng dared not let go no matter what.

Feng Yi let out a long sigh.

"What's the matter with this game? It's really noisy. I just talked to the team manager. He said that he will find a way to find out the evidence that Bottle colluded with them. We will talk to him as soon as the World Championship is over. Terminate the contract, go fuck it..."

"Still waiting for the end? Just kick him out after he finishes these few rounds!"

"Okay, I'll contact the publicist right now..."

The two of them were discussing the solution to the bottle enthusiastically, but Xie Zeyan looked down at the phone.

[Annoying.]: Please, how is your investigation going?

[Qinghun]: Is this your attitude of asking for help? ? ?

[I hate.]: Three rounds of solo.

[Qinghun]: ...You just use me because you fancy me wanting to solo with you.

[Qinghun]: I found out, there was a team in Jilia who originally refused to participate, but they suddenly became eligible, and the players were bought from Japan and South Korea. If they are capable, they may meet you in the semi-finals Here, I will send you the name.

[Qinghun]: Why are you checking this?

Xie Zeyan curled up her fingertips unconsciously.

[Annoying.]: I don't want my boyfriend to be bullied.

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