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It was inconvenient to quarrel at the competition site, and Zuo Zhengyi couldn't let go of his anger. He endured from the front desk to the backstage, and from the backstage to the car back to the base.

When getting in the car, he rarely sat with Ji Jue, but sat next to Ding Haichao.

Ji Jue was two rows in front, looked back at him a few times, hesitant to speak.

Zuo Zhengyi didn't raise his head. He was clutching his cell phone tightly in the fast-moving car, ignoring Ding Haichao's blank inquiry, as if he was in a daze, staring at his right hand all the time, as if he could still feel the injury in his hand. At its worst, panic born from the depths of pain.

—It was panic.

That kind of pain is nothing at all, he can bear it.

But what he fears is the impact it will have on his career.

There are countless players who have had injuries in the e-sports circle, but there are not many players like Zuo Zhengyi who have deteriorated in a short period of time and have undergone surgery.

It is precisely because he has experienced it deeply and "completely" that he is particularly concerned about Ji Jue's hand, hoping to use his own experience to help Ji Jue avoid this step.

But he couldn't get Ji Jue to tell the truth for his tireless care every day.

What did Ji Jue think?Taking his worry as flirting, do you think this kind of thing can be joked?

But Ji Jue went to the team doctor in private, but the team doctor didn't respond, and he didn't communicate with the coaching staff.

Is it because he even concealed it from the team doctor?

This is even more incomprehensible.

The more Zuo Zhengyi thought about it on the road, the more angry he became, the phone was almost crushed by him.

Ding Haichao belatedly learned to read his face, fearing that his anger would affect him, so he silently moved his butt and moved away.

Ding Haichao was soon relieved.

I don't know if even the driver felt the low air pressure in the car. Today, the speed is extremely fast, and he arrived at the base 10 minutes earlier than usual.

SP won a battle, and most of the people were very happy, only a few teammates who heard Zuo Zhengyi and Ji Jue talking were puzzled and looked at them from time to time.

Zuo Zhengyi ignored these gazes, grabbed Ji Jue as soon as he got out of the car, and dragged him back to the sixth floor.

Before 08:30, when he went upstairs, turned on the lights, and closed the door, Zuo Zhengyi threw his backpack on the bed and made a muffled sound.

He is a man who loves his keyboard very much. When the keyboard is in the backpack, he will never do this kind of action.It was obvious that he was dizzy with anger tonight and couldn't care about anything else.

Ji Jue leaned against the door, and when he saw this, he came forward and tried to hug him to calm him down.The expression was the same as when coaxing him, patient and full of love, staring at him intently, but frowning slightly, with a bit of helplessness.

"I didn't hide it from you on purpose." Ji Jue said, "I'm already actively treating, and I haven't stopped taking external and internal medicines. I just don't want to make you worry, so I didn't tell you. And I'm not that serious. Even Feng Can They all have cervical spine problems, don't they also train as usual? There is no need to make a fuss."

"..."

Before Zuo Zhengyi could open his mouth, Ji Jue preempted him and filled his ears with a defense line that was obviously prepared in advance.

He simply knew how to smooth Zuo Zhengyi's hair. When speaking, he put his arm around Zuo Zhengyi's waist with one hand, and pressed the other hand on the back of Zuo Zhengyi's head, inserted it into his hair, and stroked it gently.

Every time he uttered a word, the distance was shortened by an inch. When he finished explaining, he had already touched the corner of Zuo Zhengyi's lips and kissed him lightly.

In a kissing posture, Ji Jue pushed Zuo Zhengyi onto the bed, brushed away the obstructing backpack, pressed his body, and turned the shallow kiss into a deep one.

"Brother," Ji Jue said flatteringly, deliberately changing the subject, "Your hair seems to have grown..."

His slender fingers moved between Zuo Zhengyi's hair, touching and stroking obsessively.

He seemed to be trying to fool him with masculinity, but Zuo Zhengyi hadn't caught the trick yet, he got into the mood first, and couldn't help himself.Suddenly he came back to his senses, only to realize that Zuo Zhengyi was staring at him coldly, his eyes seemed to want to eat him.

He leaned on Zuo Zhengyi, and the two of them looked at each other closely, nose to nose.

Ji Jue looked away, his expression sank, and he said in a low voice, "I'm sorry."

Zuo Zhengyi's voice was also very low, but with a forceful attitude: "To be honest, why did you lie to me? You have already affected the operation today, so why not say it's serious?"

Ji Jue is very good at avoiding important things and taking light measures: "But I didn't hold you back, so that little influence is nothing."

Zuo Zhengyi was about to get angry: "Is this what I care about?!"

"I know, you are worried about me." Ji Jue said along with him, "but there's no need, I'm really fine, at least not as serious as your original injury, and I passed it with patience. I didn't tell you because I was afraid you would make a big fuss, Let me rest."

Zuo Zhengyi stared with anger: "Making a fuss over a molehill? You should have rested! Now it only affects the operation a little bit, and it won't be 'a little' if it drags on!"

Ji Jue sighed: "What will you do if I rest? It's already the end of the season."

Ji Jue held Zuo Zhengyi's face with both hands. He had just finished a tiring game, and his right hand hadn't been fully rested yet. When he touched it at close range, Zuo Zhengyi could feel its slight trembling.

This made Zuo Zhengyi's eyes blush, not just because of anger.

However, Ji Jue had already prepared a heartfelt heart, and said close to him: "Brother, the Triple Crown is difficult, but I have a hunch that this year's hope is great."

"..."

"We are 21, Feng Can is 22, and we have reached the end of our peak. Maybe we can maintain a good state next year, but it is just a possibility. Even if we are all the same, the game will be revised. No one knows what the next version will be like. , it may weaken the mid laner, or it may weaken the jungler, and then I won’t be able to help you much.”

Ji Jue's tone was calm, as if he had thought about all these things clearly, without any hesitation.

"This year's version is suitable, and the SP atmosphere is also good. It can be said that the time, place and people are harmonious. I don't want to be your burden at this time." Ji Jue said, "It would be a pity if you missed the Triple Crown because of me. You won’t blame on your lips, but you will be unhappy in your heart? After all, you are the kind of person who is not only strict with others, but also strict with yourself. Even if the pain is unbearable, you will play with injuries. ——I know you too well Now, the game is all about you."

When he said the last sentence, there was a flash of sadness in Ji Jue's eyes, and the subtext seemed to be "I am not as important as the game".

Although he had no intention of accusing Zuo Zhengyi, he had understood and accepted it long ago, and stated the reasons objectively, rather than deliberately causing quarrels.

But when Zuo Zhengyi heard these words, he felt a little bitter and even annoyed: "What do you mean?"

"No other meaning." Ji Jue said, "I just understand rationally what is most important to you. I want to do my best and give you everything I can."

"..."

Zuo Zhengyi said angrily: "I don't need it! My championship was won by myself, not 'given' by you."

His original intention was that there was no need for Ji Jue to make such a big sacrifice, but it was a bit wrong to say it, as if Ji Jue was of no use to him at all, and it seemed dispensable.

Ji Jue's expression became even more sad.

Zuo Zhengyi was already angry, and the more angry he became, the more he spoke incoherently, and he was so heartbroken that he couldn't speak.

Ji Jue's hand was still attached to his cheek, the trembling was connected with the heartbeat, the blood under the skin surface seemed to be boiling, scalding Zuo Zhengyi's side face and the roots of his ears became hot, and even tinnitus.

Zuo Zhengyi couldn't accept Ji Jue's dedication.

This kind of "giving" is the real burden for him.

Most importantly, the game isn't everything to him.

Zuo Zhengyi pushed Ji Jue away, got off the bed with a sullen face, and said, "I'll go to Cheng Sunian to explain the situation, and ask the team doctor to take a good look at it for you, and listen to the team doctor's arrangement if you can continue training tomorrow."

Ji Jue wanted to stop him, but Zuo Zhengyi interrupted him: "I don't want to hear your wishful thinking for my own good anymore, just shut up."