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Apart from deliberately acting miserable and acting like a spoiled child to seek benefits for himself, Ji Jue almost never complained to Zuo Zhengyi.

He doesn't seem to feel the fatigue of training.

But he is also a mortal body, so it is impossible not to be tired.

Zuo Zhengyi hung himself on Ji Jue's shoulder, pinched his wrist, a little melancholy: "Why don't you speak, does it hurt?"

"No, just a little sore."

"You said the same thing last time."

"..."

Ji Jue made a helpless expression, and kissed Zuo Zhengyi with a close posture: "It's really not serious. If it is serious, I won't hide it from you."

"If it's serious, you can't hide it even if you want." Zuo Zhengyi sighed, like a rare brother, condescendingly rubbing Ji Jue's face forcefully, with a bit of depression that he had nowhere to vent, he suddenly said, "Why don't you take a rest."

"How to rest?"

"Take turns playing with the substitute."

After Zuo Zhengyi finished speaking, he and Ji Jue fell silent.

He understands better than anyone how hand injuries come from, and there is no more effective treatment plan except rest.

But SP has already reached the knockout round, and Ding Haichao suddenly lost the chain. If Ji Jue also goes to the rotation and replaces him with a substitute jungler who is far inferior to him, then SP, let alone the Triple Crown, is at risk of advancing to the Champions Cup.

——For Zuo Zhengyi, the jungler is more important than the top laner.

He is used to the life where Ji Jue helps him to grasp the rhythm and control the blue buff, and he cannot imagine what kind of "hard life" he would have to live without Ji Jue.

But he didn't want Ji Jue to follow in his footsteps, procrastinating without rest, causing the hand injury to worsen.

Although it doesn't seem like a big deal now, this problem will explode very quickly.

To make matters worse, SP suddenly started to change his style of play in the late game. Today is just the beginning. If he continues to train like this in the next week or month, Zuo Zhengyi can be sure that Ji Jue's hand will never get better.

"I don't care, you rest tomorrow, I'll inform the coach." Zuo Zhengyi pressed Ji Jue's shoulder, and said without doubt, "I don't believe it, under the circumstances that I am directing well, the substitute jungler is not good at all. If it doesn’t work, I’ll double play and get your share.”

Ji Jue was amused by his wording, "Notify the coach".But within two seconds of laughing, Ji Jue restrained his expression, and said in a joking tone: "If the substitute wins the game, I will be very sad, brother."

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"That means, any jungler can replace me, so what's the point of me being by your side?"

"..."

Zuo Zhengyi was speechless, what nonsense?

But Ji Jue suddenly hugged him, and comforted him: "I know my own hand well, don't think about it. I will not only be responsible for myself, but also for you. It will never happen that my hand injury is suddenly serious and I cannot play. A situation where you're left alone in the middle—"

"Damn, you two are disgusting."

Feng Can passed by with a water glass, glanced at Zuo Zhengyi and Ji Jue, and shouted to the door of the training room: "I also have sore hands, Cheng Sunian—the coach—the captain—come and comfort me—"

Zuo Zhengyi: "..."

With Feng Can's disturbance, Zuo Zhengyi's worries were somewhat diluted.

He thought to himself, Ji Jue is indeed a person with sense of proportion and will not act recklessly.He didn't have to be too serious about his hand injury and PTSD, and he was too nervous.If Ji Jue's training intensity is not suitable for his current state, the team doctor will not let it go.

Zuo Zhengyi didn't say any more, but he was still a little unhappy because of Ji Jue, Ding Haichao, and the pressure from the sudden increase in SP.

If you are unhappy, you have to vent it on your boyfriend.That night, as soon as the training was over, Zuo Zhengyi returned to his room and began to do evil, holding Ji Jue in his arms and biting, leaving several teeth marks on Ji Jue's shoulders and arms.

The pain is not very painful, but it is mainly mentally tormenting.

Ji Jue endured and endured, but in the end he couldn't hold back, pushed Zuo Zhengyi into the bed, strangled his jaw, and gagged his mouth himself.

After tossing and tossing for half a night, Zuo Zhengyi was coaxed to sleep.

When he woke up the next day, his mental state was much better than yesterday.

SP's training schedule is the same as before, with one training match in the afternoon and one training match in the evening, and the rest of the time is for review and individual training.

Today's training match was a little smoother than yesterday's, and Zuo Zhengyi subjectively felt for the first time that the seventh divine costume was good.

The Seventh God has several forms, including broadswords, swords, axes, daggers, bows, spears, halberds and other popular weapons.

Their numerical bonuses are universal, there is no difference between magic damage and physical damage, but there are melee and long-range points.For example, mages and archers can both play with bows, but melee fighters and assassins can only play with melee weapons, not bows.

But with so many heroes, there are always exceptions.

Melee mages represented by Garan can't play with long-range weapons either.

There are exceptions among weapons, such as the broadsword, which turned out to be a long-range weapon rather than a melee weapon.

Zuo Zhengyi's favorite is of course the melee sword, but unfortunately he can only play as a long-range mage most of the time. Jia Lan can use the sword, but she will always stay in the BAN position. Zuo Zhengyi doesn't know if he can play again for the rest of his life touch her.

Their training matches went well, some were happy and some were not.

Ding Haichao was the most unhappy.

SP's Champions Cup knockout match is scheduled for April 4.

On the 1st, the night before the competition day, Zuo Zhengyi saw that Ding Haichao's door was open. He was squatting in the room alone, leaning against the wall and playing with his mobile phone with his head down.

Zuo Zhengyi walked to the door and asked curiously, "Why are you always squatting? Can this posture relieve stress?"

Ding Haichao raised his head, the dark circles on his face were heavier than the previous few days.

He's already there, but he looks like a minor.It may be because everyone is busy with training these days and no one pays attention to him. Zuo Zhengyi's cold greeting actually had the tear-jerking effect. His eyes turned red and he said, "Yes, I feel safe squatting."

Zuo Zhengyi: "..."

Before Zuo Zhengyi could ask the second question, Ding Haichao said, "Brother End, I've thought about it for the past few days. Do you think I'm not suitable for playing professionally?"

Zuo Zhengyi was taken aback and frowned.

Ding Haichao said: "I saw an analysis post on the Internet saying that I have two major problems. One is a bad mentality and unstable performance. The other is that the hero pool is too small. I can only play output fighters and have no great prospects. If any future version weakens the fighters, I will abolish it. I think what they said is very reasonable."

"..."

Zuo Zhengyi's brows frowned even deeper, and a fire burst out in his heart—it was not for any other reason, but simply because he couldn't understand Ding Haichao's self-defeating trash.

"What do you mean?" Zuo Zhengyi said, "You want to give up?"

Ding Haichao didn't answer, but looked at him pitifully, his eyes seemed to seek comfort from him.

But Zuo Zhengyi didn't have such a good temper, and it was absolutely impossible to comfort the trash.

When he thought that SP was forced to switch to late game because of Ding Haichao, which put so much pressure on Ji Jue's hand and each of them, he became angry.

"Give up and retire." Zuo Zhengyi approached, with a cold face, "follow him" and said, "You have no e-sports spirit at all, and you are indeed not suitable for playing professionally."

Hearing this, Ding Haichao's expression became even more miserable: "But I still want to play, Brother End. I will play against Team TT tomorrow. I don't think their top laner is as good as me. I can crush him..."

"You're quite confident." Zuo Zhengyi kicked away his hand pulling his trouser leg, and said unhappily, "Now you know you want to play? Every substitute thinks so when they sit in the audience, but not everyone Both have a chance."

"Your chance has been wasted by you, Lamp." Zuo Zhengyi said, "Don't even think about it. You, a rookie who came out of nowhere in an alley, can start in SP as soon as you make your debut. Give three A world champion as a teammate, this is an opportunity that 90.00% of people would not get if they prayed to God-if you dare to cry again, I will smash your head."

"..."

Ding Haichao held back his tears.

"Think about it for yourself." After saying this, Zuo Zhengyi's anger also subsided a little, he no longer provoked Ding Haichao on purpose, and told the truth, "If you play TT tomorrow, if SP wins, you will be really happy in the future." It's hard to get a chance. Although Cheng Su Nian is full of passion, he is essentially a person who considers the team and always seeks stability, understand?"

Zuo Zhengyi raised his chin, and spoke sharply: "And I am willing to tell you this, not for you, but for Ji Jue. No one cares about you except yourself, so be sober."

At the end, Zuo Zhengyi couldn't hold back and kicked Ding Haichao.

He didn't use any force, just nodded symbolically, but Ding Haichao seemed to be unable to support at all, followed his strength and fell down directly, and then cried again.

This time he cried harder than the day they broke up, with snot and tears flying all over his nose, making an unpleasant "whoop" sound, and hugged Zuo Zhengyi's feet like he was hugging a life-saving straw.

"You are really annoying!"

Zuo Zhengyi struggled to pull his foot out, and really didn't want to talk to him anymore, so he turned and left.