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Anyone who is poured cold water on their head at the happiest time will feel extremely disappointed.

Zuo Zhengyi was so angry that he almost smoked, and said angrily: "I performed so well, why can't I play?"

Zheng Mao sighed with fake pain on his face, "Oh, you know what I say doesn't matter. You can ask Manager Zhou, if he says he can't play, he just can't play."

"..."

With fire in his eyes, Zuo Zhengyi slammed the door, ran to the front desk and sat on the bench.

Zhou Jiankang was waiting for him.

Zhou Jiankang is 36 years old this year and was born 17 years earlier than Zuo Zhengyi, so he can almost be his father.

If WSND is Zuo Zhengyi's half family, then Zhou Jiankang is indeed his half father.

——When Zuo Zhengyi was 15 years old, Zhou Jiankang personally went to Tanzhou Island to bring him to Shanghai.

After that, they didn't see each other very often, but whenever they saw each other, they always had a good chat.

Zhou Jiankang would ask him how he is doing recently, whether he is playing well, and tell him that he can find himself when he encounters difficulties, and then encourage him to work hard.

This made Zuo Zhengyi think that Zhou Jiankang was a good-tempered leader.

It was only later that I found out that Zhou Jiankang's temper was actually very violent, and the reason he only treated him kindly was because on the day they first met, he cried for eight hours in front of Zhou Jiankang, which forced Zhou Jiankang to cry and softened his heart. "Father", I couldn't bear to speak harshly to him.

Later, Zuo Zhengyi was transferred to the first team, and they began to interact frequently, and Zhou Jiankang's attitude became stricter.

But this kind of strictness has a bit of "sharp mouth and bean curd heart", so that Zuo Zhengyi is not afraid of him at all, talking back to him is commonplace, and occasionally gets annoyed by scolding, and will "teach" him a few words in turn, saying that he I don't understand the game, I don't understand the mid laner, and I stand on the leader's side all day, pointing blindly, it's really annoying.

Every time Zhou Jiankang was so angry that he couldn't do anything about it.

After all, Zuo Zhengyi's carry level is enough to silence anyone who doubts him, black fans can't scold him, and leaders can't say anything.

But what leaders are best at is looking for things to do when there is nothing to do, Zuo Zhengyi thought to himself, Zhou Jiankang might not be in menopause, right?Even if he is dissatisfied with his risky choice of Jia Lan, he should return to the base after the game and hold a meeting.

He was banned from playing halfway through the game, what kind of madness did he have?

Zuo Zhengyi had been in the first team for more than a year, and he had never been a substitute unless he was ill.

He is not only a mid laner, but also a commander.

How can the conductor not play?

Zuo Zhengyi sat down beside Zhou Jiankang with a dark face.

This is the viewing area under the main stage. It is on the same side as the general audience seats, with a slight gap in the middle. All the official staff are seated, which belongs to the VIP viewing area.

But no player likes to sit here.

It was the first time in Zuo Zhengyi's life to watch the game from this angle.

"Are you okay?" Zuo Zhengyi said to Zhou Jiankang unceremoniously, with a strange yin and yang, "If you have something to do, drink some traditional Chinese medicine to recuperate."

The second round of the game has not yet started, and the highlights of his wonderful operations from the previous round are being played on the big screen on the main stage.While admiring himself, he felt more and more that Zhou Jiankang was mentally ill.

But as if he expected such a reaction from him, Zhou Jiankang was not irritated by his rude words, but instead asked, "Are you unhappy?"

Zuo Zhengyi snorted coldly and did not answer.

Zhou Jiankang said, "Do you know why I let you go?"

"I know." Zuo Zhengyi said, "The leader is not satisfied with me, so he will punish me."

"You know what, you bastard." Zhou Jiankang rolled his eyes at him.

Zuo Zhengyi choked, and said in disbelief, "Otherwise? What reason is there? You say it, you say it, I'm all ears."

He stretched out his hands in a "please" gesture, with a fake respect on his face, but in fact he looked like a vicious cat with a shaved fur, already bowing his body and preparing to fight, and whenever Zhou Jiankang said something that made him uncomfortable, he would slap him He went up and scratched Zhou Jiankang's face.

Zhou Jiankang didn't scold him. He sighed and said unexpectedly, "Zhengyi, I watched you grow up and know you very well. But you don't understand me at all."

"Why don't I understand you? Don't use that 'leadership is hard, and leaders have difficulties' rhetoric, okay? Boring." Zuo Zhengyi leaned back in his chair and yawned.

It was rare for Zhou Jiankang not to get angry with his three words, and he said calmly: "Your Jialan played very well in the last game, and the audience was boiling. I was sitting here and was deafened by the shouts of the audience."

Zuo Zhengyi snorted lightly.

Regardless of his reaction, Zhou Jiankang said to himself: "Everyone who has watched your game will have blood for you, and so will I. But do you know? The hotter my blood is, the more scared I am."

Zuo Zhengyi didn't understand, and cast a doubtful glance.

Zhou Jiankang was only in his thirties, and he said in an exclamation tone: "There are a lot of so-called geniuses in the e-sports circle, but one of your level, I don't know how many years there is one, at least I haven't seen one in the past ten years or so." Yes. It is WSND’s luck to have you, but this kind of luck is also a pressure. I am worried every day, afraid that I will not raise you well, and accidentally ‘hurt Zhong Yong’.”

"..." Zuo Zhengyi paused slightly, and said in a low voice, "It's not necessary."

"Why not? You don't obey discipline at all now, you don't listen to anyone's words, but you can win again. I can't find a chance to beat you. Last time I talked to you about Xue Deng, thinking that you could at least restrain yourself For a few days, I didn't expect you to get worse today. Take my words as fart, right?"

"But I won."

"Can you keep winning?"

"Yes." Zuo Zhengyi raised his head, "Why not?"

"..."

Zhou Jiankang was blocked for a moment, and he said angrily: "Blind self-confidence is arrogance! Why don't you even understand this truth? Inflation is nothing, Zuo Zhengyi!"

The lights on the main stage changed, and the second game had already started.

Zuo Zhengyi's backup mid laner is Xiao Lin, who is younger than him and is the most stable "water dispenser administrator" in WSND. He was temporarily assigned to play today, obviously very nervous, and the operation is not smooth.

I don't know who the conductor is.

Zuo Zhengyi stared at the big screen without saying a word.

Zhou Jiankang quickly calmed down again, and continued to sigh.

"You may not believe it, but now I value you even more than the club." He said, "Our team may lose, but no matter how many games we lose, there is always a chance to win it back, and we can always 'come another year'. But your There is only one career. You are 19 years old this year, 20 years old next year, and 21 years old the next year... Can you play into your twenties? When you are 21 years old, can you still maintain the peak state you are today? Impossible, no matter Whoever it is, the peak is always short-lived."

"..."

"You may also have injuries, and the injuries will worsen and your state will decline, but even if you have injuries and your state is not good, you still have to continue to play the game. How are you going to play at that time? Continue to choose non-mainstream heroes? ? One hit five regardless of teammates?"

Zhou Jiankang's face gradually darkened. Zuo Zhengyi's halo could almost illuminate the entire e-sports circle. He should be happy, but he was deeply terrified because of it.

"You are a rare genius." Zhou Jiankang said, "I don't want to see you reduced to an ordinary person. You should remain special and go far away to make 'Zuo Zhengyi' the most glorious name in the history of e-sports."

Zhou Jiankang turned to look at him and said, "This is just the beginning, it's too early to swell."

"..."

Zuo Zhengyi was speechless.

The game site was too noisy, the sound of the game, the sound of the commentary, and the voice of the audience... mixed together, getting into his ears like a tide, which should have overshadowed Zhou Jiankang's words, but they didn't cover a single word.

Zuo Zhengyi heard it all, and he heard everything clearly.

But he was indeed "disobedient to discipline", even if Zhou Jiankang gave him a lecture in such a blatantly derogatory and secretly praised way, he still found it harsh.

Why do you have to train him?

I still have to put him on the bench, he is not unreasonable, he can understand even if he speaks well when he returns to the base.

Zuo Zhengyi felt extremely awkward. He thought he had done nothing wrong, but just made a slight mistake, but Zhou Jiankang felt like the sky had fallen—as for what?

I'm so annoying.

Zuo Zhengyi stared at the live broadcast screen, still silent.

Zhou Jiankang was also watching.

After losing the core and command in this round, WSND played poorly, chaotically, without rhythm, and without cooperation, and the five players took turns making low-level mistakes.

As the disadvantages on the field became more and more obvious, Zhou Jiankang's frown became deeper and deeper.

When XYZ pushed to the high ground of WSND, his face was almost twisted out of shape.

Zuo Zhengyi caught a glimpse of this scene, seemed to have finally found an outlet, and said in a roundabout way: "What you said just now made sense, and I listened to it. But if I were on the court, it would be 2-0 today."

"It's your fault" was written all over his face. Zhou Jiankang didn't think he was disobedient, but followed him and said, "Yes, you can't win without you."

Before Zuo Zhengyi had time to be proud, Zhou Jiankang said again: "It's because you can't win without you, so you have to be responsible for WSND. You have to carry our team forward, Zhengyi."

"..."

Zuo Zhengyi was slightly taken aback, and Zhou Jiankang pointed to the screen and said, "Look, Fu Yong was arrested, isn't it the first time he made a mistake like this? He always played very relaxed, and I don't know why he wasn't nervous. Do you think he food?"

"It's okay, it's normal to make mistakes occasionally." Zuo Zhengyi commented sincerely.

Zhou Jiankang nodded, and when the camera cut to Fang Zihang, he said: "This round is so headwind, the jungler has to take the blame, right? In the past, Fang Zihang was very good in the jungle, and the rhythm was very good. I don't know when he started. I can't find my own rhythm anymore, I will only be there when I am called, and run with you, as if my brain has degenerated."

"..."

Zuo Zhengyi choked up.

Zhou Jiankang added: "Jin Zhixiu is an FMVP from Korea, and now he is called a 'third-rate AD' by netizens. Fortunately, his Chinese is not good and he doesn't like to surf the Internet, otherwise his mentality would have collapsed. Some days—"

"Okay, stop talking." Zuo Zhengyi interrupted him, "Aren't you annoying, watching a game with so much talk, why don't you go to the live broadcast room to be a troll..."

Although his mouth was still stiff, Zuo Zhengyi's voice dropped significantly, his chin lowered, his head drooped, and the roots of his ears were slightly red.

"Sigh." Zhou Jiankang sighed again, "You have to grow up, Zhengyi. In the future, you have to look down on your teammates and lead them all down, forming a bunch of bad habits."

"...I didn't do it on purpose."

"It's good to recognize the mistake."

Zhou Jiankang knew very well that this ancestor was soft but not hard, so he could only be coaxed, so he changed his tone and said softly: "We rely on you, you have to protect WSND all the time, okay?"

"Okay, okay, I got it!"

The cold water that drenched Zuo Zhengyi finally evaporated from his body, turned into hot air, penetrated into the hot skin, and melted into blood.

He thought that he really wanted to protect WSND, and with the "W" flag on his shoulders, he had to be able to carry it and walk steadily in order to reach further places.

……

Zuo Zhengyi sat on the bench and the score was tied at 1:1.

In the third game, he played again.

WSND finally won 2:1.

Perhaps it was because of the unprecedented "victory" achieved here by Zuo Zhengyi, Zhou Jiankang was in a particularly good mood. He actually paid for the whole team to eat hot pot after the game.

Zuo Zhengyi sat with Fu Yong and ordered the latter to peel the shrimp for him.

Fu Yong peeled half of the plate cursingly, and finally couldn't take it anymore, and exchanged seats with Jin Zhixiu to get rid of the clutches.

Jin Zhixiu was quite happy to serve Zuo Zhengyi, and took the initiative to exploit the rest, asking him, "Who are you chatting with?"

Zuo Zhengyi said, "A netizen."

It is "absolutely".