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On August 8, at one o'clock in the morning, Zuo Zhengyi was washing the keyboard in the lounge.

He had just recovered from a serious illness, and his face, which was painted white, was opaque and expressionless. He was good-looking, but at first glance he didn't look like a living person, but a beautiful ghost who died of illness.

This "ghost" stayed up in the middle of the night, took the key puller, slowly disassembled the keyboard, removed the keycaps, and threw them one by one into the basin with detergent added to it, soaking them.

The fragrance of the detergent was smoky, and the "W" key was lifted by the foam and floated on the water. He glanced at it, pressed it down lightly, and scrubbed it patiently.

The temperature of the water was so low that his hands turned red from the soak.

The air conditioner was also turned on low, and he sneezed, feeling a little cold.

But Zuo Zhengyi remained patient, removed and cleaned all 108 keycaps, disinfected and dried them one by one, without neglecting any of them, then placed them on the table in order, and continued to remove the mechanical switches.

The cleaning process was boring and long, but he was patient and almost gentle, focused and even enjoyed it.

As if everything in the outside world has nothing to do with him, his only career in this life is to wash the keyboard, like a lonely swordsman avoiding the world, washing his sword by the stream.

He is a professional eSports player.

The keyboard is indeed his sword.

It's a pity that the sword in Zuo Zhengyi's hand is not invincible. Half a month ago, he had just lost a game in Los Angeles, passing the world championship trophy, and became the highest foil standing next to the champion - the runner-up .

Zuo Zhengyi didn't feel very sad at that time, but for some reason, his body seemed to be weaker than his brain, and he fell ill presumptuously.He dragged his sick body back to Shanghai from Los Angeles. He first had a high fever and then pneumonia. He was sent to the hospital in a daze, and was discharged back to the base yesterday.

WSND e-sports club base.

Zuo Zhengyi's half family.

Adjectives related to home may be "unity", "harmony", "warmth", or "chaos", "division" and "full of disputes". Unfortunately, WSND is the latter.

At this time, the door of the lounge was not closed tightly, and a ray of light came in through the crack of the door.

At the same time, there was also the sound of conversation outside the door.

Zuo Zhengyi listened expressionlessly while cleaning the keyboard switches.

Two voices, one of them said: "Why can't I be angry? It's none of my business that he's sick, and I didn't send him to the hospital! Besides, he has already been discharged from the hospital, and he refuses to recuperate. The keyboard, washed three times a day, looks sick."

This is Zuo Zhengyi's teammate, Fu Yong.

The other said: "Keep your voice down, don't say a few words, and go to bed quickly."

This is the team manager, Zhou Jiankang.

"I won't sleep!" Fu Yong said, "Call him out, I have something to say!"

Hearing these words, Zuo Zhengyi put down the keyboard, walked to the door, and pushed the door hard: "What do you want to say? Come in and say it."

His voice was cold, but his expression was calm, and he didn't seem angry.

Not being angry is not necessarily a good temper, it may also be a kind of disdain, Fu Yong immediately became angry, and ignored the team manager's obstruction, he pushed Zuo Zhengyi: "What the hell are you pretending! You don't know what I want to say ? My girlfriend is still crying, so you don't have a little bit of conscience?!"

Zuo Zhengyi actually laughed: "It's none of my business? It's not my girlfriend."

His hands were still wet, cold white and red, and he punched Fu Yong back.

Seeing that the two were about to fight, Zhou Jiankang hurriedly stopped them in the middle and separated them from left to right.

"What a quarrel! What's the big deal?"

"Why is it not a big deal? He doesn't know it hurts if the knife didn't cut him!"

Fu Yong is slightly fat, tall, and very strong, but his eyes turned red when he quarreled, and he looked like he was about to cry.

Zuo Zhengyi thought he was funny: "Your girlfriend may not be cut by a knife, but cried by you, a trash."

He was wearing a white shirt, which was thin and lacked momentum.

But he stood quite imposing, with his back straight, raised his finger and pointed at Fu Yong's nose and said, "Instead of being scolded by netizens for jumping, and inexplicably blaming your teammates, it's better to practice your skills, you trash—I'll say it again, trash, don't accept solo .”

"..."

Zuo Zhengyi scolded mercilessly, and Fu Yong was stunned for a few seconds.After such a moment of daze, Zhou Jiankang pulled him away.

Zhou Jiankang pushed Fu Yong out with both hands. The latter couldn't hold back his face, and said stubbornly: "Solo is solo! I'm afraid of you! Come on! One blood and one tower, live solo!"

Zhou Jiankang kicked him: "Live stream your mother, go to sleep!"

The noise in the corridor gradually faded away, and Zuo Zhengyi returned to the sink in the lounge, as if nothing had happened, and calmly installed the cleaned keyboard.

The clock on the wall points to 45.

He dried the keyboard with a hair dryer, left the lounge, returned to his seat in the training room, plugged in the keyboard cable, and turned on the computer.

Zuo Zhengyi hasn't been online for a long time.

But he knows what happened online, thanks to Fu Yong.

Ever since WSND lost the global finals in Los Angeles, team fans have blamed Fu Yong, scolding him every day for being a "bad boy", "dragging down teammates", "causing WSND to miss the world championship", "team sinner"...

Fu Yong was so scolded that he didn't dare to fart, so he went to his girlfriend for comfort and cried a lot.

Unexpectedly, his girlfriend is an idiot, and posted the chat record of his crying on Weibo to avenge his grievances, saying that he worked very hard, "Don't scold me anymore."

Then his girlfriend got ridiculed.

The people who scolded Fu Yong moved to her Weibo, some of them were relatively rational, analyzed the game, and scolded with reason.There are also some people who are not qualified, with a lot of foul language, which made the girl cry. Fu Yong failed to coax her for several days, and she even clamored to break up.

Fu Yong was frustrated in the battlefield and lost in love.During the offseason, he slipped out of the base and drank for a few days. I wondered if the alcohol had ruined his brain. He even thought it was all Zuo Zhengyi's fault.

His logic is:

One, the e-sports troll subnet raped his girlfriend;

Second, most of these trolls are WSND fans;

Three, WSND fans like Zuo Zhengyi the most, and support him every day.

It can be deduced from this: Zuo Zhengyi's fans raped his girlfriend online.

Rounding up, it is roughly equivalent to Zuo Zhengyi causing him to be broken up.

At that time, Zuo Zhengyi was still recovering from illness, and he received news from Fu Yong in the hospital.

After Fu Yong explained the "causes and consequences", he said, "Can you post a Weibo to restrain your fans?"

Zuo Zhengyi: "?"

Fu Yong: "They rape innocent girls online, OK?"

Zuo Zhengyi: "Okay, I will notify my agency later and ask them to send a lawyer's letter and buy a hot search. But will this take up public resources a bit? Although I am a male star, I have to pay for it. The general public should consider it. [Smiling]”

Fu Yong: "..."

Hold.

In this way, WSND caused internal strife.

Zuo Zhengyi didn't care much.

In fact, his temper is really good. He only gets angry with himself when he loses a game, and never resents his teammates.

Occasionally, there will be moments of emotional instability, but after washing the keyboard and being alone with his "sword" for a while, those uncontrollable negative emotions will disappear with the dirty water flushed into the sewer.

He also thought, why did he lose in the final?Is it really all Fu Yong's fault?

No, Zuo Zhengyi is the core of WSND tactics, the mid laner and commander.

He was to blame for the loss of the game.

But where did he go wrong?

Maybe there's nothing wrong with it, it's just not strong enough, that's all.

There is no second place in e-sports, and he doesn't like the runner-up.

He wants to become the number one swordsman in the world, stand on the highest podium, and let the whole world remember his name.

...Although it's a bit secondary to think so.

Zuo Zhengyi sat in front of the computer, stared blankly for a while, and then opened the game.

This game is called EOH (Epic of Hero), and its Chinese name is "Song of Heroic Soul". It is the most popular MOBA online game in the world.

As soon as Zuo Zhengyi logged in, the friend message notification sound in the game rang.

Jue: "Haven't you slept so late?"

"Jue" is one of his netizens, I have never seen it.

But he had never met the other party, but the other party knew that he was Zuo Zhengyi, and he often watched his games and live broadcasts.

Zuo Zhengyi hadn't replied yet, and received a new one.

Jue: "Did you change your name?"

Zuo Zhengyi didn't really want to chat, but there was a "read" prompt in the chat window, so he replied out of politeness.

His new name is "End".

End: "Yes, I want to change my career ID for the new season."

Jue: "Why do you want to change? You think Friend is too friendly and doesn't suit your style?"

End: "If you want to change it, you can change it. I didn't take the last ID."

Jue: "Who took it?"

End: "Friends."

Jue: "What friend? Male or female?"

End: "?"

End: "Did you check the account?"

Zuo Zhengyi was a little speechless.

In fact, he is not very familiar with this "jue", and the relationship is not good, although it is not bad.

At first, he thought that "Jue" was his black fan, because this person especially liked to snipe him when he was streaming games.

Zuo Zhengyi's rank is very high, and there are many familiar faces in high-end rounds. "Jue" also stared at him specifically, and was stuck in line with him at the same time, which resulted in them being able to line up together in almost every round.

But other than that, there is no deeper connection.

After 2 minutes, the new message rang again.

Jue: "Just ask, you are so fierce."

End: "It's not bad. I went solo, let's chat."

Jue: "Wait."

End: "?"

Jue: "I'm also ready to play professionally, AD position."

End: "Okay, your AD game is good, good luck."

Jue: "It's really polite."

End: "[smile]"

Jue: "Are you in a bad mood?"

End: "No."

Jue: "Are you still sick?"

End: "How do you know I'm sick?"

Jue: "Everyone in the e-sports circle knows—'Zuo Shen is weak and cannot afford to lose, and he became sick in e-sports Lin Daiyu'. Black fans gave you a nickname: Zuo Daiyu."

End: "..."

Jue: "You don't know?"

End: "Thank you for telling me."

Jue: "You're welcome."

Zuo Zhengyi really didn't know, Fu Yong didn't say this.

But he didn't feel anything other than that it was a little funny.

The e-sports circle is a very realistic place. Results are everything, and if you lose a game, you have no human rights.

They can be black if they want to.

Zuo Zhengyi's heart didn't fluctuate, and he was about to open a solo row when he suddenly remembered something.

He opened the chat window of "Jue".

End: "Which club are you going to?"

In the past two years, domestic AD has been rampant, and most teams have no shortage of bot laners. He is a little curious.

Jue: "It hasn't been decided yet, maybe it's an unknown small team."

Jue: "I look forward to seeing you offline."

End: "I'm looking forward to it too."

Absolutely: "You better really look forward to it :)"

End: "?"

Jue: "It's okay, I'm off. Good night, Daiyu."

Zuo Zhengyi: "..."

Neuropathy.

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The CP of this article: Ji Jue X Zuo Zhengyi, next year.

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