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The next day, Yi Fan ate the cake he wanted as scheduled, but the amount was a little too much for everyone in the training room to finish, so he and Qin Yu went next door with the cake box to the Overwatch branch and the Storm branch to post It took a circle to wipe out those cakes.

"Cakes left overnight in the refrigerator are soulless." Yi Fan patted Qin Yu on the shoulder, "Remember to order a little less next time, we will eat it quietly and not give it to other branches."

Qin Yu was a little dazed by his photographs, and said casually, "Okay."

The two walked slowly back to the door of the training room, Yi Fan thought for a while, took out a piece of candy from his jacket pocket, and handed it to Qin Yu: "You treat me to cake, I treat you to treat, it's even. "

Qin Yu subconsciously took the candy, he didn't come back to his senses, he only came back to his senses when he was seated, his cake was clearly an apology to Yi Fan, why did it become a small dessert exchange?

But Yi Fan has said so, it seems too much for him to chase after him to apologize, once some things are over, there will be a bit of pretended affection in it, Qin Yu is unwilling to do this, hesitated for a while, He added Yifan game friends, and invited his family's substitute jungler to play double row.

Yi Fan didn't refuse either, and the two quickly started their journey to the Summoner's Canyon. They fought all the way and had a tacit understanding. Before Yi Fan went up the road, Qin Yu knew how to control the line. After clicking to kill, the two of them seemed to be in a telepathic connection. Yi Fan scratched his head, feeling that this tacit agreement was somewhat familiar.

In the afternoon, the starting players will start playing training games.It was the first time that Fang Chi was assigned to a training match by his coach. He was a little excited and made a few mistakes but nothing serious; Qin Yu followed suit. Playing rotations with Qin Yu, if the late state can't be recovered, then Qin Yu will be firmly seated in the starting position.

Compared with Yi Fan, he seems to be doing nothing. He still has one year to officially play, and it is impossible to let him play training games in the past few months. He can only maintain a normal training progress in the base, and he may be called to play a few games. For exhibition games, the rest of the time is placed there, like a vase.

Although no one has ever said that, Yi Fan feels that way, he looks like a vase, looks good and can be used, but in fact, he doesn't know what kind of virtue he can play.

The more time passed—especially after the start of the Spring Split, when NK fell into the curse of losing if Fang Chi played, the more Yi Fan felt: Fang Chi has played like that, and he might be able to play some monsters.

The keyboard warriors on the Internet don't care if you are a rookie or not, or whether you have competition experience or not. They will spray on one or two points, and even spray on many small details that the team members and coaches think are insignificant for a full 10 minutes.

Yi Fan sneaked into Fang Chi's room one night, and patted him on the shoulder to comfort him, just like Fang Chi comforted him when he broke up with him a few months ago. I didn’t miss a time. I got three points in the exam last time. My mother was very angry. She grabbed me and beat me up. Do you think it’s my fault? I’m not lucky. I chose A for all the multiple-choice questions. Who knew the answer to only one question was A, I was so pissed off."

He was alluding to the fact that Fang Chi didn't even get five critical hits of A during the harvest. There was really nothing he could do about it. Fang Chi had made more than half of his crit equipment. Click it, but Fang Chi didn't even hit it.

"Don't mention that to me." Fang Chi rolled his eyes, "Will I not copy your paper in the end? I also got three points, and my grandma beat me up when I took it home."

Yi Fan thought about it, it was really like this, and after a few moments of music, he stopped talking.

He reached out and hugged Fang Chi's shoulder: "Come on."

Fang Chi nodded and said nothing.

A few months later, during the gap between the spring games, Yi Fan was dragged out to play an exhibition match, together with a few youth trainees, against the youth trainees of another team. Team leader Shen Jinyang went to the exhibition venue.

Several members of the youth training team were not weak. After taking the stage, Yi Fan moved his fingers and played a few solo hot hands with them. He felt that he was in good condition, but after the official start of the match, he was beaten 3:0 by the opponent.

Yi Fan was a little confused.

He stood up and packed his peripherals. From the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the crowds of people in the audience—most of them came for the game, and no one knew the players on the stage—he felt as if he had been caught by a cat. It was like a bloody mark, and it was hot and painful.

3:0

For the whole three games, they never got a single advantage. Maybe it was the first time they played with this group of people, and there was no tacit understanding at all, or maybe it was because the opponent's BP was much better than theirs, Yi Fan tossed and turned After finding excuses, he suddenly felt that he was a waste, and he couldn't even win an exhibition match.

He clamored to win the championship when he didn't enter the trial team, and he didn't know where he came from.

"It's just an exhibition match." Shen Jinyang comforted them on the way to take them back to the club, "Don't take it to heart."

A few people responded feebly, and Yi Fan was also in the mix, and heyed softly.

That short sigh seemed to attract a lot of gazes, which rested on his neck like a knife blade. Yi Fan followed the source of his gaze, and those people withdrew their gazes again, calmly comforting the teammates around him.

Yi Fan sat alone, near the window, the curtains were pulled aside by him, and the April sun shone on his legs, leaving warm spots on his legs.

After getting out of the car, Shen Jinyang asked a few team members to go back to the training room first. He didn't know where he went. Anyway, they were all young men of sixteen or seventeen, so they wouldn't miss them.

As soon as Yi Fan got out of the car, he got into the toilet. He didn't really want to go back to the training room.The pressure on him from the training room of the first team was too great. Everyone was training, non-stop in order to complete the required number of rank rounds. The game was no longer a game at all, but a job, a job they chose. He gritted his teeth and could only swallow the blood in his mouth.

But Yi Fan can only do that recurring job, waiting for more than half a year to play the game that is uncertain. The certificate of suspension from school has also been issued, and his parents have given him great permission. Not sure, after all he couldn't even win an exhibition match.

Yi Fan buried his face in his palms, and never found it so difficult to breathe.

"Damn it, I don't even know..." Someone went into the toilet and yelled while opening the door of the cubicle next to Yi Fan, "He played too well today, he didn't fight against the field or squat, I'm on my way feels awful."

"That's right." Another voice responded, "I can't even move in the middle lane, and he doesn't come to help when the line is being pressed all the time. He keeps grabbing the bottom lane. Our bottom lane is a lineup that resists pressure..."

"I don't know how I got into the first team."

"Because of his young age, I heard that Rank played pretty well."

"What's the use of playing well in rank? After waiting for the real game, it's still in this state. Why don't you go home and study for a few more years."

"But then again, it's a real dish."

"No way."

The two chatted a few more words before washing their hands and going out.Sitting on the toilet, Yi Fan felt extremely uncomfortable, but he didn't dare to make a sound.

He waited for the two to walk for a while, then carefully opened the door, washed his hands and walked out, hesitated for a while, and instead of returning to the training room, he turned his head and walked out the door.

The April sun was warm but not hot, and the temperature on his face was just right. Yi Fan held his cold fingertips and walked on the path outside the club.

"Meow~"

A soft meow came from behind, Yi Fan turned around and saw a tiger-striped kitten sitting on the bench behind him, looking at him curiously.

"Hello." Yi Fan knelt down, sniffed, and changed his tune, "You meow too."