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After Zuo Zhengyi sent the message to Ji Jue, he didn't look at his phone again until the end of training in the evening.

The atmosphere of today's training was a bit dull, not as usual, mainly because Zuo Zhengyi suddenly became silent.

His complexion was bad, it started when he heard about the treatment SP gave Feng Can.

Fu Yong and Fang Zihang were aware of this, looked at each other, and at the same time recalled it, and shut up.

The two of them didn't speak, and there were no human voices on the entire second floor, only the knocking of keyboards and mice, and the occasional cough or two from someone.

When Zheng Mao came upstairs to do a review, the atmosphere didn't improve.

But Zuo Zhengyi is a bit different. He has a magical ability. Ordinary players will be affected by emotions in games and perform poorly. He is the opposite. The worse he is in mood, the more ruthless his shots are.

However, it might not be because he was in a bad mood that he shot hard. Looking back on the previous games, his state was exaggerated in every game.

Some people used to say that he was at his peak when he debuted, but now it seems that his peak may have just begun.

At eleven o'clock in the evening, Zuo Zhengyi won a big victory in the training match.

After the fight, the teammates scattered like birds and beasts, those who went to the toilet went to the toilet, and those who ate supper ate supper.

Without saying a word, Zuo Zhengyi picked up his phone and went upstairs, went back to his room, closed the door, and called Ji Jue.

In this case, rather than saying that Ji Jue is his boyfriend, it is better to say that he is the only relative or close friend he can let go of his guard and confide in candidly.

"I'm so tired." Zuo Zhengyi lay down on the bed, kicked off his shoes, and said in a muffled voice, "Today's training is very annoying, but my hands feel very good, so good that it's a little..."

"Something?"

Ji Jue seemed to have just finished training, and the background sound was a little loud.Zuo Zhengyi heard footsteps, followed by the sound of closing the door. The noisy noise disappeared, and Ji Jue's voice became clear, complaining to him: "It feels so good that you want to hit me? Run away after beating, and don't reply to the message."

"I'm sorry." Zuo Zhengyi apologized in a very soft voice, a little aggrieved, unlike his usual high-spirited look.

He was depressed for a whole day, and finally he was able to release it in front of Ji Jue. He held back his tears and said, "I'm in a bad mood, but the feeling is really good. The better it is, the more I feel like I can't fit into the team. Do you know? I'm good." Awesome, Ji Jue, I'm so amazing, why can't I get what I want?"

"..."

Zuo Zhengyi is simply a genius. When others are sad and frustrated, they will demean themselves and wonder if they have done something wrong, but he praises himself solemnly, and even cries while praising.

"I just want to retire at WSND. I don't care if the annual salary is a little more or less, it's almost enough." He sobbed, "But why is there such a difference? Am I not worthy? Feng Can is the champion AD, yes, but Sooner or later, I will be the champion mid laner... Is there a mid laner in China who is better than me? Neither is there in foreign countries."

He pressed Ji Jue: "So why? Tell me, why?"

"It's your fault." Ji Jue didn't even comfort him, "You asked for too little, so of course they won't give you too much."

"You fart."

"Did I fart and you don't feel it at all? Renew the contract and talk about the contract, don't they discuss it with you?"

"It's been discussed."

"and then?"

"..."

Zuo Zhengyi paused, and then he said with sobs after a long while, "Then I, I said to Zhou Jiankang, 'You decide, I have no opinion'...Okay, okay, I know what you're going to say, shut up, don't Scold me. I didn't call you to make you scold me, if you dare to scold me, hang up."

"...I haven't scolded yet." Ji Jue sighed, "It was you who scolded me, ancestor."

Zuo Zhengyi stopped talking and only cried.

He didn't cry very loudly, just because the sobbing affected his normal panting, making his breathing intermittent, high and low.

Ji Jue asked: "Then what do you think now?"

Zuo Zhengyi lay on his side on the pillow, put his phone under his eyes, and asked in a muffled voice, "What do you think?"

Ji Jue said: "Renew the contract, since you are not satisfied with the terms of the contract renewal, do you want to renew the contract?"

"..."

Zuo Zhengyi was stunned. This question was like asking, "Are you leaving WSND?" Of course the answer was no.

Zuo Zhengyi has been in WSND for more than four years, spending four summers and four Spring Festivals. Unless there are special circumstances, he has never left the club base for a single day.

This is not only his spiritual home, but also his practical home.

During the holidays, teammates can go home to reunite with their parents, but he can't, he has no parents, and he doesn't have his own house.

He started eating New Year's Eve dinner at WSND when he was 15 years old, cooking dumplings that his aunt had frozen for him before the holiday.

Occasionally there are staff members who can't go home to spend the holidays with him. He is a child. Although his salary is higher than them, they will still give him New Year's money. The amount is not large, just for good luck.

Later, the staff changed a few times, and the person who gave Zuo Zhengyi the New Year's money had resigned and left, but Zuo Zhengyi still stayed at WSND, and those memories were integrated into the bricks and tiles of the base, lingering and lasting forever.

There is only one period of youth in a person's life, he thought, maybe what he is nostalgic for is not WSND, but the four years when he grew up here.

But WSND is the embodiment of these four years, and it is a part of Zuo Zhengyi.

No one can let go of a part of themselves, maybe they can, but it's hard not to be in pain, which is almost the same as Zuo Zhengyi's pain when he left Tanzhou Island.

——If there is such a day, it will undoubtedly be his second death.

Zuo Zhengyi fell into a long daze, and Ji Jue called over the phone, "Hello?"

"Yeah." He came back to his senses and responded, crying more restrained.

This crying was extremely painful to Ji Jue, but Ji Jue had no choice but to think and analyze for him as calmly as possible.

"I know you don't want to leave." Ji Jue said, "Don't cry, it's not that bad, you can talk to them again, you haven't signed it anyway, and it will take a while to report to the alliance for approval, wait a little longer, okay? ?”

Zuo Zhengyi said yes, but changed his words again: "I don't want to talk about it, I find it very annoying."

He beat around the bush, but Ji Jue could understand: "I understand what you mean, you want them to take the initiative to treat you well, and you don't want to fight for and negotiate by yourself. You think it's meaningless to force something, right?"

"Not at all."

"what is that?"

"I don't know either." Zuo Zhengyi said incoherently, "I thought Zhou Jiankang would give me good conditions, but he didn't. Is it because he can only strive for this level? I know I shouldn't blame him, But I can't help being a little disappointed, and... a little sad."

Ji Jue paused: "Brother, interpersonal relationships are very complicated."

"I know." Zuo Zhengyi said, "but he has always been very kind to me."

"Is there a conflict between his being nice to you and WSND not wanting to give you a high salary? No conflict. Maybe it's because you don't care about money that he likes you more. He thinks you don't care about fame and wealth, and you are a purely good boy. You are easy to pass, he Get the best of both worlds while taking care of the boss, and get the best of both worlds, and you and the boss are satisfied—isn’t this the responsibility of the team manager?”

With a few words, Ji Jue dismantled the relationship between Zuo Zhengyi and Zhou Jiankang, crushing all the warmth in Zuo Zhengyi's heart into slag.

Zuo Zhengyi can understand and understand that friendship between people is not black and white. Zhou Jiankang cares about him and does things for him, but he can't do as much as he wants.

That doesn't mean their relationship is worthless, but—

"I'm too self-righteous." Zuo Zhengyi wiped his eyes, "I thought the world revolved around me, and everyone should be nice to me unconditionally, and I don't need to ask for it."

He cried so much that his voice changed, and there was a bit of self-abandonment in his tone of sudden awakening, but he heard Ji Jue's voice clearly coming from the phone: "Stop crying, Zuo Zhengyi. The earth doesn't revolve around you, I revolve around you." Turn around, others don’t treat you well, but I treat you well, okay?”

"..."

Zuo Zhengyi didn't speak, and nodded while lying on the pillow. After realizing that Ji Jue couldn't see, he opened his mouth and said "OK" softly.

At this point, he finally stopped crying, but he was still depressed.

Ji Jue coaxed him: "You should think about it, brother. You love WSND, not Zhou Jiankang, nor Xu Zongping. What is WSND? Think about it."

"..."

Zuo Zhengyi was stunned for a moment.

What are WSNDs?

The first thing he thought of was the team logo.The team badge is hung on the wall of the lobby on the first floor, and you can see it at the first sight when you enter the door.

Then there's the team flag.A flag is erected at the gate of the base. In windy weather, the blue and white team flag flutters with the wind, and the letter "W" dances in every spring, summer, autumn and winter.

Also, there are fans who cheer for him in every game, including men, women and children. They wear uniform WSND cultural shirts, hold up lights and hand banners, and shout his name loudly.

……

Zuo Zhengyi's eyes felt hot, and the pillow was wet again.

"You have to look at the management and the club separately. The management may not be human, but WSND will not hurt you." Ji Jue said softly, "If you want a high salary, go for it. You deserve it. WSND has everything Fans will also support you, don't be sad for irrelevant people."

"I see." Zuo Zhengyi replied.

Ji Jue's voice was lower and more gentle: "Stop crying, okay?"

"Yeah." Zuo Zhengyi nodded, and unexpectedly said, "Thank you."

"..."

Ji Jue choked for a moment: "You did it on purpose."

Zuo Zhengyi changed his words: "Thank you, boyfriend."

Ji Jue was slightly satisfied: "Is there any more?"

"What else?"

"A few sweet words."

"..." Zuo Zhengyi choked up, "You're asking a lot, okay."

He cleared his throat, and said in a mechanized poetry reciting tone: "Ji Jue, you are so kind, I like you so much, I love you so much."

Ji Jue: "..."

"Are you satisfied?" Zuo Zhengyi said, "Then I'm going to take a shower and hang up."

"Wait." Ji Jue called to stop him, "Turn on the video, give me a kiss and I'll let you hang up."

"Again, you are so annoying."

"Do you want to kiss?"

"Ok."

Zuo Zhengyi opened the WeChat video call, and Ji Jue and his own face appeared on the phone. His tears were still wet, and he couldn't force a smile. He "mua" perfunctorily at the screen, not even pointing at the camera: "Okay !good night bye!"

After speaking, he quickly hung up the video.

At this point, Zuo Zhengyi finally felt much happier.

He is fighting for the team spirit of WSND and everyone who supports WSND, not for the manager and owner.

He decided to renegotiate the terms with Zhou Jiankang.