【Double Flower】Honeysuckle

The end of the regular season of the ninth season is in the new rules of the game issued by the league.The league didn't give each team too much time to adapt to this series of brand-new competition systems. In the blink of an eye, the first round of the playoffs of the ninth season was already in front of everyone's eyes.

The first game of the playoffs was the home match between Tyranny and Hundred Blossoms in K City.

Not long after the Qingming Festival, even if there are still a few residual red petals hanging among the new green leaves of the begonias surrounding the venue, these two spots of carmine-colored mottled tears will not stay in the deep twilight and will disappear soon. End of late spring.

Amidst the deafening boos from all directions, Zhang Jiale walked through the contestant aisle on the side of the auditorium expressionlessly.This is not the first time he has encountered such a situation.From his retirement after the seventh season, to the announcement of his comeback in the eighth season, and his joining Tyranny in the ninth season to fight all the way, these boos have always surrounded him and have never stopped leaving.

Before the game, a reporter asked him how he was feeling with a malicious smile.

Facing the camera, many words rushed out of his mouth like this, but in the end, he still chose to remain silent.

He didn't know what else he could say in this situation.

Perhaps no matter how much he organizes his emotions and rhetoric, the blurred words that fall into the ears of others are just excuses he made for himself as a "coward" and "betrayer".He knew that he was not qualified to blame anyone who mocked him, but that didn't mean he could face everyone who had fought side by side with him with peace of mind.

The dark red rhombic carpet under his feet, and the three-color changing lights above his head, all maintained the appearance he was very familiar with and never changed.But for some reason, when he once again walked on this battlefield where he had fought and fought for countless years, there was an unprecedented sense of strangeness and alienation, even worse than when he stepped here for the first time.

He knew that he no longer belonged here—even now, he was going to join Tyranny and trample the falling flowers in front of him into red mud.

"go to hell!"

Before he could react from his trance, countless beverage bottles smashed in his direction with the bang.He took a crooked step back, narrowly avoiding those empty bottles, but following the direction the bottles flew towards, he saw many angry faces that even the darkness in the room couldn't cover.

There seemed to be chaos around him, many security guards ran towards him quickly, and even more rushed towards the restless audience.Those people were dragged by the security guards, but some still struggled unwillingly, tried their best, turned in his direction, and spat bitterly.

"What are you! Coward! Traitor! Why do you have the face to come back here!"

Zhang Jiale silently watched the people who had shouted for Hundred Flowers before being dragged out of the arena by the security guards one after another, his heart was twisted, but in the end he just lowered his eyes and let out a soft sigh.

He didn't know what he should do to make everyone feel better in this situation.He wanted the security guards not to embarrass the rioting spectators, but when the words came to his lips, there was another burst of grievances that he couldn't resist, which sealed his throat tightly, and even made him unable to breathe smoothly.

Zhang Jiale, what right do you have to be wronged.

He smiled wryly, trying to make a joke to confuse the situation before him, but he noticed a set of eyes falling on him.

It was like electricity, like fire, as if it wanted to carve out a brand of evil on his body, as if it wanted to burn him and his red and black Tyranny uniform to nothing but ashes.

He looked up, and met a pair of familiar eyes from a distance.

That was a little security guard of their team, because "Le" was in his name, he was often joked by team members, "Xiao Le" and "Xiao Le" endlessly.At that time, Sun Zheping had long since left. He was struggling to support the entire team by himself, and his whole body was stretched like a bow that was about to break—even if he had exhausted everything in his life during those two years except for games and survival. He who was eliminated could also feel the enthusiasm of this young security guard for the team.

He still remembers that at midnight on a certain day in the seventh season, he habitually stayed alone in the empty training room for overnight training, and Xiao Le, who was watching the night, sat next to him and watched intently all night.

"Welcome back."

A short sentence pierced into Zhang Jiale's ear coldly, as if being ground by someone's back molars.Xiao Le was talking, walking towards him slowly with an expression he had never seen before.Zhang Jiale was stunned, the warmth in his heart hadn't had time to rush up his throat to urge him to care, but a gust of painful wind hit him first.

Zhang Jiale's chaotic mind couldn't feel what happened after that.

Apart from being stunned, he only felt pain.

The severe pain all the way from the stomach that had been punched hard enough to gnaw at the heart, and in the end, it was the constant pain in the heart that made him tremble uncontrollably.Zhang Jiale clutched his heart in a daze, as if that punch had punched him in the heart, when he saw the corner of Xiao Le's mouth that was pulled away by the chaotic crowd, who didn't struggle or yell, and just looked at him coldly. At that imperceptible sneer, Zhang Jiale suddenly moved his hand to his upper abdomen, enduring the pain and rubbing it lightly.

"Let him go..."

He smiled wryly, and when he opened his mouth, stomach acid seemed to flow straight out of his mouth along his esophagus, making his breathing a burning pain.

He knew that as long as he wanted to investigate, none of the troublemakers of this day would be able to escape.

But what's the point?

He didn't even dare to look at the expressions on the faces of the security guards who stopped Xiao Le to prevent him from making any radical moves, which also made his heart throb.

"For the championship, I want to win."

He turned around and walked towards the player preparation seats arranged for the Tyranny team. This sentence was so soft that no one could hear it clearly, but he didn't know whether it was reserved for the security guards who were showing contempt or for himself.

Lin Jingyan in the distance had already noticed the chaos here.Before Zhang Jiale sat firmly in his seat, he turned around with a concerned expression on his face, as if he wanted to say something, but he was afraid that Zhang Jiale's unpleasant thoughts would be aroused, so in the end he only put his hands together lightly. On his shoulder, patted and patted.

Zhang Jiale shook his head, and responded with a weary smile to the warm and worried eyes of his teammates around him, but kept his mouth tightly shut, only afraid that when he opened his mouth, he would not be able to hold back the gastric juices that were about to be vomited.He curled up in the soft seat and rested for a long time, and the pain in his stomach gradually subsided, leaving only his heart aching.

The competition on the huge screen in front of him was about to begin, and Zhang Jiale's name flickered in the player preparation list on the side prompt screen.

"Don't worry, I'm fine."

He sat up straight under the concerned eyes of everyone.

On the radio that sounded all around, the name that was once shouted loudly by the crowd full of flowers was loudly shouted.

Facing the sudden boos from the audience, Zhang Jiale supported his upper abdomen and stood up slowly.

"We must win."

On the first day of the playoffs, Team Tyranny defeated Team Hundred Blossoms 11-7 in an away game.The MVP of that day's match, Team Tyranny's player, Zhang Jiale; the character, the ammunition expert, is Dazzling Hundred Blossoms.

"Is it really all right? Do you want to go directly to the hospital? We'll help you at the press conference." After the game, Zhang Xinjie stopped Zhang Jiale while walking in the player tunnel. He always shone with an unkind and calm light on weekdays. Behind the glasses, there is actually a lot of concern.

Zhang Jiale shook his head and laughed: "It's okay, if you can't stand this, how can you be a part of Tyranny."

Before he finished speaking, he was patted heavily on the shoulder again and again.Han Wenqing came up from behind him, and his usual strict and iron-like expression was slightly loosened: "Today's performance is very good, keep it up."

"I've always performed so well, so I shouldn't be praising me so much today." Zhang Jiale was joking, his eyes casually scanning the exit of the player's passage in the distance, and the smile he managed to pull froze in an instant: "Little Far……"

Zou Yuan was following Yu Feng, who was standing in front of the emergency passage sign emitting a faint green light, looking at him anxiously.

Zhang Jiale froze in place.

"Let's go to the press conference first, you just follow up later." Lin Jingyan smiled at him with a clear face, "You can go with us, do you want me to go over and talk to you?"

"Thank you, but I can do it myself." Zhang Jiale shook his head, stood on the spot, took a deep breath, and exhaled slowly. After watching his teammates disappear at the end of the exit, he stretched out his hand to Zou Yuan: "Xiao Yuan, you played well, keep going."

Zou Yuan's eyes flickered, and they fell on Zhang Jiale's belly that he had been stroking and massaging.He didn't hold Zhang Jiale's outstretched hand, but lowered his eyes, hesitated for a long time, and then said softly, "Brother Le, I'm sorry."

Perhaps it was because Zhang Jiale was still complaining about his unwell stomach, Zhang Jiale's smile was a bit unnatural.

"It's not your fault, it's not any of you's fault, you don't have to do this." His hands froze in the air, as if to cover up the flash of stiffness that flashed across his face, he raised his hand and gently touched Zou Far away, he said like a self-deprecating: "I was the first to..."

"No!" Zou Yuan suddenly shouted.He lowered his head, Zhang Jiale couldn't see his expression clearly, but listening to his voice, there were sobs melting into it: "Brother Le, why didn't you explain to them? Why didn't you tell us anything, never I stand alone, make decisions by myself, bear everything alone, and will never..."

"That was once." Hearing the thoughts that Zou Yuan had accumulated for a long time rain down like a storm, Zhang Jiale's heart was soft.These words that Zou Yuan used to describe him were the words he wanted to ask another person.Being mentioned like this at this moment, those past events in my heart that seemed to have disappeared have been stirred up again, as vivid as yesterday.

He laughed, and the laughter fell in Zou Yuan's ears, he raised his head in a daze, and watched Zhang Jiale's eyes gently fall on him, and seemed to pass through him, looking further away.

"Now, it's now." Zhang Jiale's smile was a little vain, but the light in his eyes was something that Zou Yuan was very familiar with and admired. He patted Zou Yuan's shoulder and took a firm step towards the exit. Buzi went: "Looking forward to the next battle with you."

Zou Yuan looked at Zhang Jiale's leaving back, and suddenly heard Yu Feng behind him say, "You don't hate him?"

When he turned his head, Yu Feng was leaning against the wall, looking at the end of the exit, and suddenly turned his gaze back to Zou Yuan's face.

Zou Yuan still couldn't resist such a straightforward look.But he didn't look away unnaturally like usual, but looked back straight with a seriousness and earnestness that Yu Feng had never seen before.

"I don't have the right to hate him." He said every word, and each word caused a tremor in his heart: "Everyone in Baihua has no right to accuse this so-called 'betrayal'."

Those words seemed to take all his courage.He let out a long sigh, closed his eyes lightly, and leaned against the wall like Yu Feng: "Actually, I know that the word 'hard work' seems to be the least worth mentioning in the entire league."

Yu Feng looked down at Zou Yuan, who was beside him with his eyes closed, and was about to say something, but he let out a long breath of relief, and slowly uttered a word as if he wanted to use this to exhaust all his thoughts.

"But for Baihua, I know very well that no one can pay more for this place than him."

Zou Yuan opened his eyes.

The moonlight fell into his eyes through the transom on the top of the wall, shining faintly.

He looked up at Yu Feng, without blinking his eyes:

"Do you know how he brought us here in the past two years of the sixth and seventh seasons?"