For Love of the Game

Several people drove back to the hotel, but Shen Huai was speechless all the way.

He didn't speak and Song Xueyang didn't dare to speak. Zhou Ning blamed himself for pulling Shen Huai to watch the interview, so he didn't speak.

The rest of the people looked at each other without saying a word, and Zhou Jing, who knew the inside story, huddled in a corner with her eyes closed.

The team manager comforted, "A draw is not a big deal. The Thunder are at odds with us every year. It's not surprising whoever wins. The group stage has just started, and there are still many games to come. We will definitely come back."

Even though he said that, he felt in his heart that it shouldn't be a tie.

Fengyue's lineup this year is much stronger than last year's, and Shen Huai is in charge of the always-short arena.

But he couldn't bear to blame him when he saw Shiyi snuggled up in the last row with a pale face.

"After tomorrow's game, there is a one-week rest period. I discussed with Xueyang that we will not go back and forth after such a long distance. The club has rented a training room. Everyone, work hard and win tomorrow's game!"

Everyone responded with a muffled sound, all a little listless.

Shen Huai realized that he might have affected everyone's state, so he said, "Don't worry, we will win."

But a few words seemed to give everyone a reassurance. Shen Huai was obviously a newcomer to the team, but he became the backbone of the team without knowing it.

"Of course! It's impossible to lose with Brother Huai, and I will do my best!" Hai Xing was the first to express his opinion.

Zhou Ning nodded, "Tomorrow's opponent is the audition team, whose strength is not as good as Xinghai's. As long as everyone adjusts their state, it's no problem to play 3:0."

The atmosphere in the car became lively, and the team manager was also happy, "Hey, Xueyang, you can also say a few words."

Shen Huai followed everyone and turned to look at him, Song Xueyang's heart suddenly missed a beat, "After the game tomorrow, I'll treat everyone to hot pot."

"Wow! It's great! I've wanted to try Chengdu hot pot for a long time!"

"I, I also think, this is my first time in Chengdu."

"Xiao Ming, recommend a delicious restaurant!"

"Leave it to me. There happens to be an authentic Chengdu hot pot two intersections south of our hotel. I will lead the way at night!"

Everyone was happy and the atmosphere was extremely warm.

Seeing that Shen Huai's face softened, Song Xueyang wanted to pull his hand, but was a little depressed to find that Shen Huai put both hands in his pockets and didn't give him this chance at all.

When Shen Huai returned to the room, he went to take a shower first. Song Xueyang took advantage of this meeting to go out and buy some supper. When he came back, he found that Shen Huai hadn't finished washing, so he knocked on the door of the bathroom.

"Shen Huai? Are you okay?"

"Well, I'm almost there."

As Shen Huai said, he took out his red, swollen and purple fingers from the hot towel. The little finger of his left hand was swollen as thick as a thumb, and the nail was completely broken. It hurts so much.

When blocking Fan Jingming today, he was hit by a chair leg and hit his little finger, because he was worried that Xiao Zhang would make a fuss and was afraid of affecting the state of his teammates, so he didn't mention it, but judging from the degree of pain, it would be impossible not to go to the hospital.

After another fight, at least after tomorrow's game, the blow that Shi's miss brought to everyone has just ended, and something happened to him, which will definitely affect everyone's emotions.

Shen Huai hid his hands in the towel and pretended to wipe his hair.

"I bought some supper, do you want some?"

Song Xueyang turned his head when he heard the voice, and saw Shen Huai coming out with his upper body naked. He only wore a bath towel around his body, because he was taller, and most of his legs were exposed. I don't think it's an exaggeration, the undried water droplets dripped from the ends of the hair on the flat belly, followed the curve of the muscles and disappeared into the towel around the waist.

The two looked at each other, as if they understood the emotion in each other's eyes, they moved their heads in unison.

Shen Huai is afraid of the cold, and usually only comes out of the bathroom after getting dressed.Seeing him like this, Song Xueyang felt embarrassed to go out naked, so it was the first time that the two lived together for a few days in such an embarrassing situation.

It is inconvenient for Shen Huai to wear clothes because of an injured finger, but now he regrets it a bit, especially after seeing Song Xueyang's eyes, the temperature on his face has never been lowered. He hangs his head, but his ears are always keenly listening to the movement.

Song Xueyang opened the packaging bag, and the fragrant smell soon filled the room. He saw Shen Huai sitting on the edge of the bed, rubbing his hair slowly, his smooth back slightly curved, and his perfect figure was like a human body in an art class model.

"Let me wipe it for you." He walked over to get Shen Huai's towel, but Shen Huai dodged immediately, not even letting him touch his fingernails.

Song Xueyang was slightly taken aback, although his feelings for Shen Huai had never been revealed, but Shen Huai had never rejected him approaching, what happened today?

No hand pulling, no hair touching.

Is it really a big joke during the reporter's interview?

Shen Huai was just worried that Song Xueyang would not allow him to play because of the injury on his hand. He didn't use his little finger when typing on the keyboard, so it shouldn't be a problem to get a quick solution.

But seeing Song Xueyang's hurt expression, Shen Huai knew that he had misunderstood. He didn't think carefully about why he cared about Song Xueyang's feelings. He bent down and took out the hair dryer from the drawer, "You can blow my hair for me."

The voice was a little low, but Song Xueyang could still hear it clearly.

Of course he was very happy, picked up the hair dryer, knelt on the bed behind Shen Huai, and helped him dry his hair.

The warm wind blew away the chill on his body, Song Xueyang's hand passed through his hair and gently pressed his scalp very professionally, Shen Huai's shoulders gradually relaxed, and he slightly raised his head following Song Xueyang's hand with his eyes closed.

Song Xueyang saw his eyelashes flickering and trembling, fluffy hair passing through his fingers, carrying the familiar aroma of lemon.

The luggage they carry is simple when they go out, and they share a bottle of shampoo and body wash. Usually, they don't feel that, but now that they are close, they feel that Shen Huai's body is full of their own smell, so he can't help but want to get closer .

He pressed Shen Huai's head into his arms indiscriminately, "What I said in the interview today made you unhappy?"

Shen Huai closed his eyes comfortably, and said without thinking, "No."

He just didn't want the reporter to find out that his hand was injured before he left. His hand was still fine when he left the field, but when he went out to chase, he was injured when he came back. There are surveillance cameras in the corridor of the venue. He is worried that people will find himself and Xiao. Chapter fights.

Seeing that he didn't seem to be lying, Song Xueyang was relieved, "Xiao Ming told me today that he wants to play 1V1."

Shen Huai thought of Fan Jingming's serious expression when he was about to talk to Song Xueyang, and suddenly felt that this time it wasn't all bad.

"Are you going to let him go?"

"Of course, this is the first time Xiao Ming has voluntarily told me to play."

Fan Jingming is the person in the team who has the least desire to win. It's not that he is not self-motivated, it's just that he doesn't put all his attention on training.He has many hobbies, photography, travel and modeling, none of which he has given up. He is a person who enjoys life very much.

Even when Shen Huai joined the team late, Fan Jingming didn't care about winning or losing the game, and his awareness of trying his best was a bit low, but he had seriously completed his training content, so everyone let him go.

A person who can become a professional player with only 60 points of effort, if he is willing to exert 100% of his strength, he will definitely be able to make waves in the e-sports circle.

"A blessing in disguise."

Song Xueyang hummed softly, "There is a one-month rest period after the group stage, and the team will also have a one-week vacation. What are your plans?"

"It's still far away."

The group stage has only played two games now, and they will only be played on Friday, Saturday, and Sunday nights. It will take two months for all games to be played.

"About the end of May, do you want to go home?" Song Xueyang moved closer, Shen Huai's hair was sticking to his chest, fluffy and soft.

"Go home..." Shen Huai chanted subconsciously, he thought that his father would be filming abroad until the end of the year, and he would be the only one when he returned home, "No."

"Then go on a trip? Where do you want to go?"

The hair dryer was blowing warmly, Shen Huai was in a daze, his thoughts were diverted by Song Xueyang, he completely bypassed the question of whether to go or not, and directly thought about where to go.

He really hasn't gone out to play very much. Although he has been to many scenic spots, they are all for filming. The number of times he just goes out for fun is really rare.

Song Xueyang saw that he had made a mistake, and coaxed, "Do you want to climb a mountain or look at the sea, or a playground?"

Shen Huai didn't like crowded places, so he subconsciously said, "Let's climb the mountain."

"Okay," Song Xueyang moved closer, "Then it's settled, the two of us will go climbing at that time."

The word "the two of us" finally caught Shen Huai's attention, and he immediately opened his eyes, but he didn't expect that the distance between the two of them was so close, and he leaned into Song Xueyang's arms as soon as he raised his head.

Song Xueyang seemed to have been prepared for a long time, and bent slightly to catch him in an arc. The eyes of the two collided, and there was only the buzzing sound of the hair dryer for a moment.

Shen Huai was stunned, and somehow suddenly remembered what he heard outside the interview room.

——What about Feather God?

— is the favorite.

Shen Huai could vaguely understand that it was not just a joke.

Inviting him to join the team personally, for him and scolding reporters, Song Xueyang treated him differently from the beginning.

What about yourself?

Shen Huai wasn't quite sure, but at this moment he was indeed looking forward to something because of Song Xueyang's approach.

Song Xueyang's throat moved up and down, and the gleam in Shen Huai's eyes attracted him to keep approaching. He felt as if his heart had stopped, and he lowered his head uncontrollably.

The sound of the hair dryer stopped abruptly, and Song Xueyang's lips were lightly imprinted on Shen Huai's eyes. His soft lips carried a scorching temperature. He closed his eyes, looking pious and solemn, as if he was treating his most important treasure.

Shen Huai's hands tightly grasped the towel, and he lowered his head, his soft and warm hair hanging obediently by his ears.

"Song Xueyang."

As soon as he opened his mouth, Song Xueyang's heart tightened, like a prisoner waiting to be sentenced.

Shen Huai's lips parted, and then they were pressed tightly together, and it took a long time before he spoke softly.

"Come on for the game."

It was this sentence again, but Song Xueyang was not disappointed at all, on the contrary, he understood that this was a silent compromise.

He chuckled lightly, kissed Shen Huai's ear, and said the same thing, "Come on for the game."

Song Xueyang went to the bathroom and didn't eat the midnight snack.

Shen Huai listened to the sound of water coming from the bathroom, his ears were slowly burning red, he took his injured finger out from under the towel, and slowly put on his pajamas.

Maple Moon's opponent in the third game is the Galaxy team. Like Xinghai, it is this year's audition team. It also played a group match once, but its strength is not strong. Maple Moon has almost no pressure in this game.

The pre-match score was predicted to be 3:0, and Fengyue dominated all the votes.

"Today's practice is mainly about hands-on, everyone relaxes and eats hot pot together in the evening."

Everyone cheered happily.

Shen Huai curled up his fingers in his pocket, thinking that it would be best to sneak away at night, so as not to spoil everyone's happiness.

Everyone left the lounge together, and Shen Huai took a few steps back to Shi Yi's side.

"Don't worry about what you say online."

Shi Yi paused slightly, he didn't expect Shen Huai to come to comfort him specially, even though they were in the same team, Shen Huai was always a bit out of reach for him.

After losing the game yesterday, Shi Yi was severely scolded by former black fans, saying that he was as fierce as a passerby, impotent when he met the top eight teams, and something even worse told him to see a doctor immediately if he was sick.

Shen Huai frowned frequently, he couldn't imagine how much harm these words would cause to that fragile child.

"You still have a long way to go, and you will be able to prove your strength one day."

Shi Yi's tears rolled in his eyes, he actually didn't sleep well all night, thinking about why he lost, thinking about the trouble he caused Shen Huai and Fan Jingming, until now he seemed to come out of the haze.

Shen Huai patted him on the shoulder, "I believe in you."

"En!" Shi Yi nodded heavily.

Fan Jingming, who was not far away, felt sore when he saw this scene, and when he comforted him, he couldn't match Shen Huai's few words all night. In the final analysis, it was because he was not strong enough and reliable.

He wanted to become stronger, and he wanted to make that boy no longer be blamed and abused, so that he could be as confident as every strong man, and put himself into the game without any worries.

For the first time, Fan Jingming was so eager to become a strong person, not qualified, not excellent, but a person who could truly shelter from the wind and rain.