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In the past, when the whole SP team came back from a game, there would be a lot of noise at the door. Some people rushed to the back kitchen to ask for food, some hurried upstairs, and some two or three gathered together to chat about the funny memes of the game that just ended, mixed with a few bragging words, and the atmosphere There was a lot of excitement.

But today it is silent.

When Zuo Zhengyi was in the car, he leaned against Ji Jue and nearly fell asleep. Once he arrived at the base, he went directly to the sixth floor, took a shower and went to bed.

Ji Jue returned to the room later than him, so he kindly helped him tidy up his backpack, took his keyboard and mouse to the training room and plugged it into the computer, and brought back a cup of hot milk from somewhere, and told him to have a supper drink up.

In a daze, Zuo Zhengyi was fed sweet milk and said unconsciously, "I just finished brushing my teeth..."

Ji Jue put down the cup, sat on the edge of the bed and half hugged him, licked off all the milk stains on his lips, pried open his teeth, and took a deep kiss.

"..."

Zuo Zhengyi was so comfortable being kissed that he couldn't open his eyes even more. He couldn't remember what happened afterwards, and he woke up the next morning.

He went to bed early last night, and he woke up very early today.

This sleep was fairly sound, but it may be because he had something on his mind before going to bed. He had some dreams related to playing games.

The scene in the dream changes, some games are won, some games are lost, the uniforms on his body are changed from WSND to Scorpion, and from Scorpion to SP.

Teammates are also constantly changing, some of these people are arrogant, some are low-key, some have good skills, some have poor skills, some are smart philistines, and some are just stupid nerds who know nothing but playing games.

Zuo Zhengyi will lift the trophy with them, or lose the game.But neither winning nor losing is completely real. These are not accurate memories, but dreams fabricated by the brain for him based on the memories.

Whenever an important game comes, or the end of the season is approaching, Zuo Zhengyi will have some prophetic dreams.

——Maybe the dream itself is not a prophecy, but he used his own understanding to make it far-fetched, wishing to regard them as prophecies.

In short, Zuo Zhengyi is a bit superstitious in this regard.

So what is the metaphor of last night's dream?

It is to enlighten him, Ding Haichao is just one of his "passing by" teammates in his career, just like all the difficulties he encountered before, he can solve them, don't you need to be too anxious?

Zuo Zhengyi wasn't that anxious. He was in a much better mood after waking up.

But most of this is due to Ji Jue.

Zuo Zhengyi lifted the quilt and got off the bed lightly.

It was only 06:30, Ji Jue was still asleep, his eyes were tightly closed, his brows were slightly furrowed, his right hand was resting on his chest, and there was a plaster on his wrist that he had put on before going to bed.

Zuo Zhengyi was slightly taken aback.

This plaster was what Zuo Zhengyi asked for from the team doctor when he found out that Ji Jue's hand was uncomfortable last month.He remembered that it had been used up a few days ago. At that time, he asked Ji Jue if he needed to ask the team doctor for more stickers?

Ji Jue said no, there is no need to post any more.

But why is it posted again today?

Did Ji Jue go to the team doctor to get it?

"..."

Zuo Zhengyi wanted to poke Ji Jue awake, and he stretched out his hand to ask clearly, but he held back again.

It's still too early, let Ji Jue sleep for a while.

Zuo Zhengyi washed up, changed his clothes and went out.

The sixth floor of the base was quiet, and there was no movement on the fifth floor. Few people engaged in e-sports got up so early. He yawned and walked out of the elevator, and caught a glimpse of Ding Haichao who was squatting in a daze at the door of the training room.

Ding Haichao seemed to have not slept all night, his clothes were wrinkled, and he had dark circles on his face. He was squatting in the corner on the right side of the glass door as if he was homeless, looking pitiful as a beggar.

"What are you doing here?" Zuo Zhengyi walked up to him and pointed to the training room, "Why don't you go in?"

Ding Haichao said: "I just came out."

"Oh." Zuo Zhengyi thought to himself, what do you mean?Make up your mind and practice more all night?

But obviously Zuo Zhengyi thinks too much about people. Ding Haichao doesn't have such a strong self-motivation at all. He squatted on the ground and looked up at Zuo Zhengyi, holding back a sentence for a long time: "Brother End, my girlfriend, dump me!" gone."

Zuo Zhengyi: "..."

Zuo Zhengyi endured for a whole minute before he let his foot kick Ding Haichao's face.

Dare to feel that his bear look was not hit by the loss, but stimulated by the breakup.

——Is there any help?

Zuo Zhengyi's face was covered with clouds, which was a precursor to anger.

Dante Haichao suffered a double blow from career and love, and was sad all night and had nowhere to confide in. He couldn't understand Zuo Zhengyi's face at all, and said to himself: "I thought she was joking when she said that she lost the game and broke up, but I didn't expect it to be serious... ...She just, just wanted to find a reason at random, and dumped me logically."

"It's understandable." Zuo Zhengyi said coldly, "If I were her, I would dump you too."

Ding Haichao ignored his sarcasm, and said, "She didn't even watch my game last night... I looked up her historical records and found that she was playing double row with other men when I was playing."

"Oh." Zuo Zhengyi pricked up his ears.

Ding Haichao cried and said: "That guy's game ID has the same name as Weibo, I followed his Weibo to find my girlfriend's alias, she actually changed her profile, saying that she is 19 years old and going to university in Beijing... She's a liar, Brother End, she lied to me!"

Zuo Zhengyi: "..."

To lie to you, it seems that it is not difficult.

Dante Haichao even started to cry while talking, his nose and tears made people can't bear to look directly at him.

Zuo Zhengyi thought to himself, if it's an online scammer, it's probably not only the age and occupation that are falsified, but also the photo and gender.

But he didn't hit Ding Haichao any further, and only asked him: "How much money have you been cheated by her? Can you get it back?"

Ding Haichao wiped his nose, choked up and said, "I asked her to return my phone, but she said that if I pester her again, she would post our chat records on SP Chaochao, saying that I lost the game because I fell in love. "

"..." Zuo Zhengyi was convinced.

After much deliberation, I still wanted to kick Ding Haichao: "Stop crying, why are you crying? It's so annoying!"

Zuo Zhengyi pulled him up from the ground, "We will play the Champions League knockout round in a few days, can you tell which is more important? There will be a training match later, how do you play in this state? I don't think you should plan Alright, let the substitute come on!"

"Cheng, Coach Cheng said the same thing." Ding Haichao sobbed, his eyes were red, "Last night he said, let me watch the water dispenser."

"It deserves it." Zuo Zhengyi hated iron for being weak.

After speaking, he pushed open the door of the training room, walked to his seat, and turned on the computer.

Ding Haichao walked in after him.

Zuo Zhengyi glanced over, "What else do you need?"

He thought that Ding Haichao would cry a few more words about his broken love, but he heard the latter ask coldly: "Brother End, did you make any mistakes in the game?"

"Of course I did." Zuo Zhengyi opened the game, habitually built a custom room, and practiced swords to warm up, "But I never made such a low-level mistake as you."

In the game screen, Jia Lan walked out of the spring water birth point and came to the middle lane to clean up the pawn line.

One slash, two slashes, three slashes... She interspersed with normal attacks with her skills, accurately making up for every little soldier, creating a sense of rhythm.

Ding Haichao stared at Jia Lan on Zuo Zhengyi's screen, and was dumbfounded.

Zuo Zhengyi didn't even look at him, and said unhappily, "What are you doing here? Either go to training or go to sleep."

Dante Haichao didn't leave, and suddenly said: "Brother End, what do you think of my skills?"

"..."

"When Coach Cheng signed me, he said that I was the most spiritual top laner he had ever seen. But last night he said that he regretted signing me."

Zuo Zhengyi was a little surprised that Cheng Sunian spoke so harshly, was it on purpose?

Zuo Zhengyi did not directly answer his question.

To be honest, when there are many different players in the same position in the team, the one who can always start is definitely the strongest one.

SP's first team and second team often play training games together. If the substitute top laner is better than Ding Haichao, he will not be a substitute.

In addition to being good or bad technically, their styles are also different.

Ding Haichao is good at playing output fighters such as Feijing and Gegelong. He cut C, pulls, and has a flexible style of play. Ji Jue cooperates with him, and plays very well in active gank or defense.

Ding Haichao has an advantage—maybe because he is used to grabbing wild money when playing passers-by. In addition to resisting pressure on the road, he also keeps a close eye on the jungle area, so the SP's upper jungle area is always safe, almost will not be reversed.

This allows Ji Jue to play more comfortably, and the Ueno area is safe, and the pressure on the middle lane will be relatively less.

But the tactical role of the substitute top laner is different from that of Ding Haichao. He is better at playing meat, taking the initiative to start a team, the front row, protecting the C position, and he is more inclined to be a tool man.

This also means that the top laner on the bench cannot hit a four-one point push.

Ding Haichao went to see the water dispenser, and if he was replaced, SP probably had to change tactics.

—— Zuo Zhengyi's guess is not wrong at all.

After the SP team gathered in the morning, they made a replay of yesterday's game.At one o'clock in the afternoon, the training game was played, and the substitute top laner Ziming was transferred to the first team to replace Ding Haichao.

Today's training match is about the UM team, playing BO3.

After three rounds were played, the coaching staff changed Zuo Zhengyi and the others to three different lineups, but each of them was a late lineup, and inspired by CQ, they took out the seventh magic outfit.

SP didn't pay much attention to the seventh god's equipment before, mainly because they seldom hit the late stage.

But now that the top laner has changed, the team is forced to change their style of play, so why not take the opportunity to do something around the seventh divine outfit.

This caused SP to play the three training games in the afternoon for a very long time-full of experimental nature and slowly groping.

The training match at night was the same. When the match was over, Zuo Zhengyi was too tired to move.

He slid from his seat onto Ji Jue, put his arms around Ji Jue's neck, wrapped his arms around Ji Jue's body, and grabbed the latter's hand.

"Are you tired?" Zuo Zhengyi rubbed it for him, "I saw you put on the plaster again this morning. Is your hand hurting again?"