The counterattack of the mid laner [E-sports]

October, is unknown.

So it seems so.

With his head down, Yi Cheng walked up to Fu Mixiao step by step, holding his injured hand.This hand was injured to save him. Fu Mixiao could have cultivated with peace of mind, but he forced himself because of the competition, and even... would ruin his future career.

Yi Cheng couldn't accept it. Four years ago, he left because of himself and the team. Four years later, he persisted because of himself and the team.

He was not touched at all!

Isn't it like the team has been holding him back?

His fingers were slightly cool, and his fingertips trembled slightly. He rubbed lightly on the back of Fu Mixiao's injured hand. The once generous and powerful hand was now covered with plaster. The plaster exuded a pungent smell, and Yi Cheng frowned tightly. , His face was clouded with gloom, which could not dissipate for a long time.

Fu Mixiao tried to ease the atmosphere and make his little mid laner happy. He lightly covered Yi Cheng's with the other hand, and said with a smile, "Substitution? Why, do you think the substitute will be better than me?"

He rubbed Yi Cheng's hair, deliberately messing up his hair, the hair became static, and the hairs stood up in the air. It turned out that the air conditioner in the room was turned on for too long, and it was a little dry.

"Don't worry, I'm fine," he said, "Aren't we still going to win the championship?"

"Impossible." The word "Champion" touched Yi Cheng slightly, and his body trembled slightly, but soon, he buried his head even lower, and said with a trembling voice, "It is impossible for us to win the championship..."

"We can't win the championship!"

His voice was very low the first time, but he raised the volume the second time. He looked at Fu Mixiao with red eyes.

He endured it for so long, and finally couldn't bear it anymore, those dark thoughts poured out like a faucet.

He repeatedly encouraged his teammates, telling them that hard work will surely succeed, and persistence will surely lead to victory, but he didn't believe it, he never believed it.Maybe he once believed it, but in the end, what reality gave him was nothing but failures one after another.The failures again and again were like loud slaps on his face, telling him, stop dreaming, just let it be, stop wishful thinking.

"How could it be?" Fu Mixiao stared at him, thinking that he was just stimulated by the failure in the first round of the group stage, and couldn't find a solution for a while, "I rarely played against North American teams before, that's why this happened, I Already found their weakness, as long as we..."

He wanted to share his tactics with Yi Cheng, but was interrupted by Yi Cheng.

Yi Cheng let go of his hand and took a step back.

"You still don't understand?" Yi Cheng tried his best to calm himself down, but his behavior at the moment couldn't match the word "calmness". Emotions, like torrents and avalanches, overwhelmed him, overwhelmed him completely.

"It's not a tactical problem, it's not a team problem, we can't win, and it has nothing to do with you."

"It's because of me! Because I'm a jerk! Because I'm a trash! I obviously don't have that strength, but I'm dreaming unrealistic dreams."

"Five years! It's been five years!" A player's career is so short, he has played for five years, five years, his youngest five years, if he could win the championship, he would have won it long ago. In the past five years, "Why should I win a championship that even talented players like Gu Liangzhou can't win?"

Everyone wants to reach the top, everyone wants to win the championship, but there is only one champion.

With so many professional players, which one doesn't work hard?Which one has no talent?But there are some people who win and some people fail, some people win the championship in the first year of their debut smoothly, and some people just retire with regrets after going through ups and downs.

There was never any reason for it, it could only be described as fate.

Since it is fate, who can deny fate.

He chased for five years, ran for five years, five years without any results, he was always close, he always missed, he was tired after running for a long time, he was afraid, he didn't want to fail again, he I want to admit my fate.

He even felt that all of this shouldn't have started. If he hadn't quarreled with his father that day, hadn't walked into that Internet cafe, hadn't met Fu Mixiao, and hadn't been in contact with League of Legends, maybe he wouldn't have foolishly chased after that day. With a little bit of glimmer, you won't dream of being a world champion, and you won't waste five years of youth.

He will study hard, work hard, and keep his feet on the ground step by step. Although he has lost the opportunity to shine, he will be safe and smooth, and he will not fall into the abyss. At least...at least...

"I can see my father for the last time..." He pulled the skirt of his clothes with his hands, letting tears fall from his eyes.

If he could go back to the past, he would definitely tell that young man with a heart as high as the sky, never go to play professionally, that is the poisonous apple of Eden, it will make you lose everything, he will tell him, be sober, actually One point, don't dream, don't dream, don't dream.

But he is a moth, even if it is just a faint light, he will rush on it without hesitation.

He is just an ordinary person, an ordinary person who is very stupid no matter how hard he tries, but he...

Yi Cheng felt like a lunatic, crying and laughing at other times, and now he was crying and laughing at the same time, laughing at himself as young and frivolous, crying at himself for not getting what he wanted.

He raised his fist, and it all fell on himself, hysterical.

"I'm such a fucking dish..."

A senior once said that a player's ability to resist pressure is also a kind of talent, and he is obviously the one without talent.

In the past four years, he has never forgiven himself, nor has he stepped out. In the past four years, everyone else is moving forward, but he is the only one who is drawing circles in place.

"We lost...we lost Fu Mixiao," when Fu Mixiao hugged him into his arms, his consciousness was blurred, and his words lost their logic, "We are the No. [-] seed, but the No. [-] seed Can't beat them all."

"We lost, are you going to leave again?" His memory seems to overlap with four years ago, he is afraid of losing, he doesn't have much, the only thing he has, he wants to hold it tightly , But, but... Fu Mixiao's hand was hurt because of him, and Fu Mixiao suffered all of these because of him, and if he stayed by his side, it would only hinder him.

So, when Fu Mixiao hugged him tenderly and comforted him by saying that he was still there and that he would always be there, Yi Cheng pushed him away again.

He was sobbing, but he said firmly, "Go away, Fu Mixiao, I can't hurt you anymore, I shouldn't be a drag on you."

He held Fu Mixiao's hand, full of self-blame, "Fu Mixiao, I'm sorry."

"It's all my fault, it's all my fault, it's all my fault for causing you to become like this..."

But it doesn't matter that his sorry didn't get Fu Mixiao's. Of course, he didn't need it that much.

Fu Mixiao frowned slightly, looked at the crying man in his arms, straightened his body, and looked at him seriously. Since the last time when Yi Cheng was full of guilt for himself, he I wanted to tell him that it was coming, but I was interrupted and missed it.

"Yi Cheng." He seldom called Yi Cheng's name directly, but now he called it like this, which made Yi Cheng feel a little dazed.

"Do you know that compared with your safety, my career is not worth mentioning at all."

Fu Mixiao's tone was soft, like a feather brushing against his ears, as if he felt that he was too fragile, and was afraid that his voice would startle him too much, but his eyes were so firm when he spoke, there was no one else in his eyes, Only him, only Yicheng.

With Yi Cheng's effort, Fu Mixiao smiled and wiped away the tears on his face with his hand, and said, "Yi Cheng."

His name Yicheng seems to be addicted to it, "Don't tell me you're sorry."

"Compared to your sorry, I hope to hear the other three words."

Yi Cheng bit his lower lip, the three words were on his lips, but he couldn't say them out, he pressed his forehead against Fu Mixiao's chest, heard his heart beating violently, and said in a low voice: "Then you Do you know, I will worry about your safety."

He seemed to feel that the degree was not enough, and finally added: "I'm very worried."

Fu Mixiao's embrace calmed him down a little. He had some suspicions that he had been too depressed these years and had suppressed these emotions for too long. Now that he found someone to vent out, he actually felt lighter.But it's easy to relax, the problem still hasn't been solved, and he still doubts himself. This is his hurdle, and it can't be figured out just by pouring a few words of chicken soup.

No matter how delicious the chicken soup was, it was someone else's, and what was before him was the fact that he had accomplished nothing in the past five years.

It is also the fact that once again ushered in failure.

It's useless to say anything.

What's more, his career is already in tatters, he can't take Fu Mixiao with him, Fu Mixiao is different from him, he is a person who has talent and strength, and is favored by heaven.

"So, I can't let you take a break because of me ruining your career..." He still insisted.

"Yi Cheng." Fu Mixiao looked at him gravely, his eyes were like the deep sea, the sea was always calm and tolerant, just like Fu Mixiao, always tolerant of him.

He didn't agree or disagree, but stopped all his remaining words with a kiss, leaving only the room full of lingering love.

I don't know how long it took before Yi Cheng's tears dried up before Fu Mixiao let him go, "I persuaded Gu Liangzhou when he retired."

"He only said one word to me. He said that he and Xie Chen would advance and retreat together."

He turned his head to look at Yi Cheng, and rubbed Yi Cheng's lips with the pulp of his thumb, wiping off the crystal on his lips, which was left by him.

"So am I."

"A career without you is meaningless," he said.

……

That night, Yi Cheng fell asleep in Fu Mixiao's room, and when he woke up, he was no longer on the bed.

Lively and scumbag male behavior.

At this time, Yi Cheng could still make jokes, and he suddenly felt that his ability to resist pressure was not so vulnerable. No. 14 was an off-season day, so he could be allowed to lie on the bed for a while.

When the WeChat message rang, it turned out to be his high school classmate, the one who gave him a tarot card test a long time ago and said that he was the little queen.

Orange: Master, do you have any guidance?

A high school student devoted himself to the study of Tarot metaphysics, and now he can be regarded as a well-known metaphysics up, and his wishes come true.

Everyone is so promising, only him... Yi Cheng felt a little depressed again when he thought about it.

This classmate didn't have so many twists and turns, and was as enthusiastic as before, saying that he watched his game yesterday, so he woke up early this morning to do a fortune-telling for him in an extremely urgent mood.

Anyway, it was free, and Yicheng didn't refuse, "If you don't suffer, you don't believe in gods and Buddhas." Now he is conflicted and depressed, and his desire to engage in some feudal superstition is actually very urgent.

She showed the cards she had drawn to Yi Cheng. Yi Cheng didn't understand these things, so she simply asked her to solve the cards directly. She probably thought typing was too laborious, so she directly sent several 60-second voice messages. Yi Cheng was very thankful for herself at this time. It's not social fear, otherwise it would take courage to click on her voice.

"King of Scepter, Servant of Scepter, you are in a predicament now, but the development of the matter is still in your hands. Don't ignore the signal of improvement."

He is currently scoring 1-2 in the group stage. If he doesn't play well the day after tomorrow, he will go back to his happy hometown. He is in a predicament.

"Oops," said the second voice, the classmate was somewhat excited, "Ace of Grail, fool, you are very afraid of other people's eyes now, Ace of Grail wants to tell you that being behind for a short time does not mean falling behind forever, don't be careless Giving up, giving up and accepting fate is an endless downhill road. For life, it is more important to fight without regret than to win."

But he fought and failed, a total of five times.Yicheng had had enough of this chicken soup, and it was over after listening to it, and he clicked on the third voice.

"Ten Swords! You have a strong shadow of failure." Hearing this, Yi Cheng's breathing was stagnant, his heartbeat accelerated unconsciously, and he calmed down for a while before continuing to listen. "Once you fall into a trough, the whole person will become passive. But to lose is to win better, you may lose many times, but you only need to win once is enough."

"The last card, the hermit." The classmate sniffled when she said that, and she said, "There is a male elder who has been by your side all the time."

"He's worried about you."