The counterattack of the mid laner [E-sports]

The result of the game was not satisfactory.

They chose an early-stage fighting lineup, while XSJ was a late-stage pusher lineup.

XSJ also saw that they wanted to end the game as soon as possible, and adopted a strategy of avoiding battles in the early and mid-term. When Fu Mixiao came to arrest people, they did not help in other ways, but took the opportunity to replace resources in the jungle.

As the time passed by every minute and every second, their chances of winning also decreased little by little.There were only a handful of large-scale team battles that broke out throughout the game. By the time the opponent was willing to take over the team, their lineup's strength period had passed and they couldn't fight at all.

They watched themselves die slowly, but there was nothing they could do.

In the 51st minute of the game, DLJ was broken by two crystals. They guarded under the front tooth tower to start a desperate wave. Fu Mixiao found the opportunity and drove to the opponent's AD. Live in the opposite mid laner.

The death of AD caused XSJ to instantly lose a powerful output.

At this time, DLJ's economy was [-] behind, but this wave of team battles made them win abruptly.

It's a pity that there are no resources at this point in time, and the super soldiers on the opposite side are aggressive again. MiniRose, who survived the team battle, and Fu Mixiao, who has just been resurrected, can only clear the soldiers and push the soldiers line as much as possible.

There are still 2 minutes before the second big dragon is born, and every player knows that this should be the last wave of the game.

Success or failure is here.

Assisting Papo to set up the big dragon's vision, DLJ took a good position in advance, intending to surround them when XSJ moves the dragon, and win them in one fell swoop.

Sure enough, after hiding in the grass for a while, the opposite assistant appeared near their field of vision, turned on the scan, and cleared Papo's eyes in the dragon pit.

Sure enough, they were fighting dragons.

But when they bagged it, they realized that there was only one person missing who fought the dragon.

"Come back! Come back! The house is stolen from the other side!"

By the time they realized it, the top laner Jax had safely TPed to their base, leading a large wave of super soldiers to knock on DLJ's front tooth tower.

During the team battle just now, the health of the front tooth tower had dropped to half, and now it was even more fragile, like paper. Jax A twice easily took down one front tooth tower.

The five members of DLJ pressed the button to go back to the city one after another, but XSJ naturally wouldn't let them go back, and started a group first to interrupt them.

"Yet, you go back and fight him 1v1 with real men, we stay and fight with them."

At a critical moment, Yi Cheng decides to take a gamble and divides his troops into two groups to act separately.

Due to the long-term exertion to maintain the tense state, the wound on Yi Cheng's hand was torn apart, and it hurt like a fire, and fine beads of sweat oozed from the corner of his forehead.

The pain fueled his rage and triggered his wolf-like savagery.This whole beating made him very unhappy.It is clearly a fighting lineup, but there is no fight to fight. The whole game is long and boring. I don't know how many times the audience will go to the bathroom during the period. It is simply a "Shakespeare" game.

Yi Cheng's eyes were red, and a set of combos instantly poured on the opponent's AD. In the blink of an eye, the AD became his dead soul under the sword, and then he cooperated with his teammates to accept the opponent's jungler's head.

The four people on the opposite side fell down one by one, and Yet finally counted down and returned to the base.

The moment Yet hit the ground, Jax shattered DLJ's base with his stick.

They fought to the last second, but lost to the weapon master who would steal the house.

……

After the game, it began to rain. I don't know if even the sky is regretting their loss.

ended.

Their S match had just begun, and it came to an end.

In Busan this season, the temperature is still pleasant, but it becomes cold because of the sudden rain.

The DLJ players took their peripherals and walked off the stage like walking dead. Their opponents were standing on the stage to receive flowers and applause, but all they had was the shadow behind the spotlight.

Winners and losers are particularly obvious in the e-sports circle that values ​​strength.

Brother Feng escorted them back to the waiting room to get their things. Without Rong, they still had to return to their hometown, and the defeated knights had to go home too.

Yi Cheng only wore a short-sleeved team uniform when he played the game just now, and he didn't feel it when he was concentrating on the game on the stage, but now it's a little bit cold.

The temperature difference between day and night in Busan is huge. Yi Cheng brought a coat and stuffed his cell phone into the pocket of the coat. When he got off the stage, there were already more than 50 missed calls, all of which were from his brother.

I guess it was my dad who called me to be a lobbyist.

Yi Cheng frowned, and his already bad mood got worse. After thinking for a while, he decided to call back and take the opportunity to quarrel with his brother as a vent.

"what's up?"

He had already thought about the words he could use when arguing with his brother, but after the call was connected, what greeted him was only endless silence on the other side.

"Brother, you can laugh if you want to. Anyway, I lost, so it's useless to say anything, but let's not talk about selling the team..."

Yi Chun didn't answer him, and the sound of deep breathing came from the other end of the phone from time to time, as if he was enduring something.

"Yi Cheng, come back quickly, something happened to Dad."

The mobile phone fell to the ground after hearing the words "car accident" and "rescue", and spider web-like patterns were instantly entrenched on the screen.

Yi Cheng squatted down, tried several times with trembling hands but failed to pick up the phone from the ground.

Pain, weakness, urgency, restlessness... Thousands of complex and negative emotions invaded him like waves.

He was as cold as being in the polar region, and his body couldn't stop shaking violently.

Sniffing, he didn't want to cry, but tears fell uncontrollably on the floor and the broken screen of the phone.

"what happened?"

A white and bony hand helped him pick up the mobile phone on the ground. The closed door of the lounge cut off all the noise outside. Fu Mixiao gently lifted him up from the ground, supporting the entire weight of his body.

"They're waiting for you outside."

"..."

Yi Cheng didn't answer, but kept repeating a sentence.

"I want to go home……"

"Okay, let's go home."

Fu Mixiao was not good at saying comforting words, and he didn't know what happened to Yi Cheng, so he hugged him silently and stroked his head with his hands, hoping to ease his pain.

However, Yi Cheng's mood was not stable, he suddenly pushed away Fu Mixiao who was holding him, and ran towards the door like crazy.

"Yi Cheng..."

Fu Mixiao hurriedly chased after him. He stepped on a hard object after running two steps. When he picked it up, he found that it was a button.

That was the button on Yicheng's coat.

Thinking that we would always meet at the base later, Fu Mixiao put the button into his trouser pocket.

But life is always full of surprises, and he never had time to return that button.

……

Yi Cheng thought that his script was like that in novels and TV dramas. Although his father had a car accident, after some rescues, he would turn the corner and wake up again, and then usher in a happy ending of reunion and reconciliation.

He prayed that he would be the protagonist of the sweet and refreshing novel, and that the journey would be smooth and smooth. Although there were twists and turns, they would be resolved in the end.Those difficulties and obstacles are just sideshows on the road to success, not worth mentioning and not to be feared.

Along the way, he was deceiving himself and building up his mind, using this Ah Q method to prevent himself from losing his mind.He wished that the plane was the TP (teleportation) in the game, and he could go anywhere he wanted in just four seconds.

However, everything was not as he wished, he hurried home, and what was waiting for him was the news that his father had already left.

His father just left this world.

Not a word was left for him.

They even had a big fight when they met for the last time, and he smashed Dad's favorite coffee table.

When I was young, I always thought that the days with my parents were very, very long.

I will get tired of their nagging, I will dislike them for being unable to keep up with the trend, I feel that I am a bound bird, I am eager to grow up, I am eager to be free, I am eager to have my own independent space, and I will close the door tightly to isolate my parents' chatter Nagging, they can't see what we do.

We allocate time to friends, lovers, and our hobbies, but forget——

Every minute and every second with parents is a countdown.

Every word you say to them may be the last sentence; every side you meet may be the last.

When Yicheng was reading leisure books in his early years, he once saw such a sentence, "Parents are a door that separates us from death".His mother died early, so early that whenever he heard someone say that he looked like his mother, he could only confirm the authenticity of this sentence through photos.The door between Yicheng and death was half opened prematurely, and the remaining half door was crumbling, but it could still keep out the cold wind, but now, the other door is gone.Yi Cheng could only face the cold wind of death naked, as if from that day on, every day was a bitter winter.

Spring is not warm, flowers do not bloom.

Seeing Dad again, he was lying quietly in the morgue, with a peaceful face, as if he was just asleep, the blood from his wound had coagulated, had been carefully treated, and was hidden under the fat tunic suit, as if he had been left behind by someone Manzhushahua.Looking closely at my father, I realized that he has lost a lot of weight recently, and the chin that used to be double has blurred edges and corners. Looking at it this way, my brother does look a lot like him.I don't know when the white hair climbed up on the sideburns. This is a detail that he never noticed when he met his father before.

He seems to have returned to his childhood, on boring weekends, his father was very busy with work, and it was rare for him to take a day off, so he would lie on the bed to catch up on sleep.He has always been full of energy, but he is also a nagging kid. He didn't understand why his father chose to sleep instead of being with him after a day off, so he started to mess around, shaking his father's body with a pair of small hands, and yelling "Dad, Dad" incessantly.

Dad would frown and feel helpless, but he never lost his temper with him.

He would yawn and hug himself, then prick his face with his beard.

It felt itchy and painful, and Xiao Yicheng often burst into tears from laughter.

But now, he still had tears on his face, and he was still chattering and calling his father, but his father would no longer wake up, and would never hug him tightly again.

He could only watch helplessly as his father was pulled away, and he ran after him, but there was nothing he could do.

The existence he once called "father", his safe haven, has since then been just a handful of ashes in this world.

With his head down, he was sitting in the crowded corridor of the cremation place of the funeral home. Someone was patting his back gently, as if trying to bring him some comfort.

But he didn't care, his eyes fell on the coat he was holding in his arms.

Only then did he realize that he had lost a button, and he didn't know where it fell.

This is the coat his father bought for him.

When he thought about it, his tears welled up again, he was a piece of shit, he couldn't win the game, and he broke the things his father bought him.

He must be daddy's worst kid.

……

Three in the morning.

Yi Cheng woke up from the dream, the flames of the scented candles in the house were flickering, and the flames were jumping excitedly.He recalled the feeling of suffocation like drowning three years ago, and his heart ached, but he also remembered some other details that he had ignored or even forgotten, and it wasn't all bad things.

In order to confirm his guess, he jumped out of bed and came to the desk, opened the drawer, and found a small box from the innermost part of the drawer. Inside the box was a delicate USB flash drive. Now that the computer has a large memory, the cloud disk space is also large. Very sufficient, this USB flash drive has been laid off from work long ago, but it has been lying quietly in the back of the desk, guarding his master's most precious and least wanted to face the memory.

Yi Cheng took a deep breath. After three years, the dusty USB flash drive finally reappeared and played its role.

I haven't used it for a long time, and when I just plugged it in, the system even popped up a prompt box, suspecting that this plug-in has a virus.

Yi Cheng smiled slightly and said to himself, "It is indeed a virus."

Want to forget but can't forget, want to lose but can't bear it.

They are entrenched in the corner of Yi Cheng's heart, although they are covered with dust, they have never been cleaned.

What is not a virus?

The content in the USB flash drive is rich and varied, including photos, videos, and several audio clips, all of which are files from four or five years ago, and are all related to the first generation of DLJ and Fu Mixiao.

Yi Cheng clicked on the folder where the photos were stored, glanced ten lines at a glance, and quickly glanced at each photo stored in it. The faces in the photos were green and immature, but filled with bright smiles, full of infinite hopes for the future confidence.He seemed to be talking to himself at that time, laughing at how stupid the kid in the photo was laughing, how his so-called dream would be shattered by reality in the near future, and how the people he trusted would be shattered in the near future. Leaving him in the future, one life, one death, is not easy; but while laughing at his former self, he also envied him immensely, envied that he was not afraid of tigers as a newborn calf, envied how carefree he was, He was so happy, and loved so unreservedly, but at that time, he didn't know how to cherish, and he didn't know how precious all of this was.

Finally, he hovered his mouse over a photo and double-clicked to enlarge it.

That photo was taken in Busan in October four years ago, before the S race started.

Several teenagers just got off the plane and waved their team flags at the airport, their faces full of joy and excitement.

Although they are unknown, no one knew their names before this, and even though the money they came to play was hard-earned and part of it was borrowed, this does not prevent them from treating themselves, their team, and their abilities. Confident about winning the championship.

Their eyes were firm, as if the championship trophy of the S game was placed in front of them, and they could hold it in their arms as long as they stretched out their hands a little.

"Got you."

Yi Cheng's eyes lit up, he zoomed in on the photo, and finally it was fixed on his clothes.The weather was relatively cold that day, so Yi Cheng added a coat outside, the coat was khaki, which matched the buttons very well.

If that wasn't strong enough evidence...

He swiped his mouse and clicked on the video next to the photo.

Four years ago, the pixels of the mobile phone were really unreliable, and the video was shot with the quality of ancient AV, which is very old-fashioned.

Yicheng was not in good health when he was a child, and his father was busy with work, so he had no chance to take him out to play, which made him very excited every time he went out. He always wanted to record everything in front of him and keep it for later recollection. He dragged his teammates around to take photos and videos, and the memory of his mobile phone was full of his photos and videos. In desperation, he reluctantly uninstalled a few apps that were not commonly used. Even Papo couldn't help complaining about him, saying that his girlfriend was out. I don't like taking pictures that much.

"Eh? Have you started recording? It's started, cough cough..."

The memory is small, and the phone is a bit stuck, Yicheng reacted for a while after pressing the record button, then straightened his lapel with one hand, and started to speak like a travel show host on a TV station.

"Hi everyone, I'm Orange. I'm in Busan right now. My teammates went shopping for food. I'm waiting for them here."

He found a bench by the street and sat down, took a picture of the surrounding scenery, then pointed the camera at himself, rubbed his belly and pouted his mouth, his white and tender face bulged like a puffer fish, "It's so slow, I'm so hungry, I don't know who will be the first to come back?"

As soon as the words fell, a refreshing and magnetic voice came from a distance, "Yi Cheng."

"Yeah!" Yi Cheng responded, and then turned the camera around, aiming at a tall boy not far away, wearing a Klein blue baseball uniform and a white peaked cap, "It's Fu Mixiao, look at him. What delicious food did I buy?"

The screen started to shake, and it was Yi Cheng running towards Fu Mixiao, pointing the camera at him while running.

Fu Mixiao was holding two paper bowls in his hand, with a helpless and doting expression on his face, he couldn't help telling him, "Slow down."

"What did you buy me?"

"Stir-fried rice cakes and fish cake skewers, you should eat less, so as not to have a stomachache if you eat too much."

"Yeah." Yi Cheng obediently agreed, took one of his paper bowls, and stuffed the phone into Fu Mixiao's hand, "Hold it for me, and take pictures of me eating! I want to eat and broadcast!"

There was hearty laughter, and when the screen turned, the camera was aimed at him.

Yicheng was wearing a khaki cap of the same style as Fu Mixiao's. His dazzling orange hair was hidden under the cap, which was soft and smooth. He held a paper bowl full of spicy fried rice cakes, picked one up with a bamboo stick, and ate it eating.

And on his body was a khaki sweater cardigan with neatly buttoned buttons, and the polished dark brown buttons of the cardigan were exactly the kind that hung around Fu Mixiao's neck.

In the video, Yi Cheng was satisfied with the food, smiled happily, gently squeezed his glutinous rice dumpling-like face with his big hands with well-defined knuckles, and then gently handed over a bottle of twisted mineral water.

Yi Cheng drank the water with a gurgling gurgling, his fair neck was raised up, and his small Adam's apple rolled up and down.

Another gentle reminder came from the other side, "Don't worry, drink slowly."

……

Yi Cheng closed the computer.

It turned out that he had always been loved.

The author has something to say:

Who would have thought that XSJ is actually the abbreviation of "want to sleep" qwq