Shi Luo's rare accumulation of heartfelt thoughts about Mu Shaoai was poured over by fans with basins of cold water.
Shi Luo wasn't quite giving up yet, and he was used to fighting with trolls. Shi Luo was very vigilant. He was well aware of the tricks of cheating, and felt that it was probably because of his own team's hack.
Shi Luo was very conspiracy to click on the user IDs of the comments to take a closer look - the little illusions in his heart were broken one by one.
There are loyal fans who have been following Yu Sui for five or six years, there are technical fans who specialize in making highlights of games for themselves, there are sister fans who have tipped over 10,000 in their live broadcast rooms, and there are straight steel men who have liked their team since the FS period. Team fans, there are die-hard fans who have been playing live games since two years ago...
The users who scolded their trumpet the most severely, almost all of their Weibo posts are about bragging about themselves, and the content is more touching than the other...
Shi Luo suppressed the fire and swallowed the swear words he was about to blurt out.
They are all their own fans, some of them are girls, which can't be scolded no matter what.
Even if they can't hear.
Even if they scolded their own trumpet, it was really too much.
"Forbearance..." Shi Luo's scalp hurts with anger, "Forbearance with you, no one can beat me..."
Shi Luo couldn't do the sand sculptures on the trumpet with his fans passionately. He wanted to delete all these comments, but he couldn't bear the thought of being his own fans. Shi Luo stopped reading the comments, but he was still very Tou Tie stubbornly sent a Weibo:
[Being living with Yu Sui, he can actually change the sheets, fold clothes, and lay out quilts. 】
When Shiluo's Weibo was just posted, a user named "Love Evil's Life" sent him a comment: [@Free e-sports club this person has started again, can everyone report him together and block his account? ]
Shi Luo looked at the ID of the fan who threatened to ban him, and pinched his eyebrows tiredly...
If He Yu Sui really can't make it in the future, none of his fans will be innocent.
Shi Luo got off the trumpet and put away his unblessed love.
Shi Luo had just switched back to the large size, and Yu Sui came back with a takeaway.
It was still raining heavily outside, and there were a few drops of water on the takeaway bags.
Shi Luo pulled a small table under his bed and put it on the bay window, Yu Sui put the takeaway on the small table, and the two leaned against the bay window to eat.
Yu Sui looked Shi Luo up and down for a while while taking out the takeout: "What's wrong?"
Shi Luo was stunned and raised his eyes: "Huh?"
Yu Sui took out the takeaway food box and put it away: "You look like you just got angry."
Shi Luo opened the take-out food box, hesitated, and said with Yu Sui.
"My fans laughed at me, scolded me... They even reported me, and one of them said they wanted to beat me." Shi Luo expressionlessly said with chopsticks in his mouth, "The fan who scare me and said he wanted to beat me, Yesterday, I was posting on Weibo saying that I hope all of Shizai's wishes will come true, and now I hope she doesn't destroy my love, okay?"
Yu Sui couldn't help laughing: "What's your trumpet ID? I'll take a look."
"No!" Shi Luo felt ashamed when he flipped through the pain literature he posted, how could he let Yu Sui see it, "There's nothing to read, I'll delete it all when I look back."
"Then what should I do?" Yu Sui slowly stirred the rice porridge, "How about... use a large hair?"
"Don't make trouble." Shi Luo opened the thermal insulation package of the milk tea and took a sip, "Doesn't that mean it's public?"
Yu Sui took a mouthful of porridge and said in a relaxed tone, "Then make it public."
Shi Luo sipped the milk tea on his lower lips and hesitated: "What do you... mean?"
Shi Luo looked at Yu Sui worriedly: "You're in the playoffs in a blink of an eye, don't make trouble, I'm serious, you..."
Yu Sui raised his eyes: "What about me?"
Shi Luo paused for a while, and he couldn't say it clearly: "You're actually crazy... harder than me."
Yu Sui laughed: "Have I ever been crazy?"
"Haven't you heard of it? Usually, the more you don't like to be angry, and the mild-mannered people are, the more frightening they are when they become mad." Shi Luo felt affectionately, "You are that kind of person."
"And." Shi Luo bit the straw and whispered, "Your girlfriend, Mrs. Fan, has more fans than me... Are you willing?"
Yu Sui smiled: "Have I ever cared about this?"
Shi Luo's heart was hot, and the stuffiness in his heart disappeared instantly.
Shi Luo picked up the chopsticks and lowered his head to cook the rice seriously: "Forget it, it's good to play underground love."
Yu Sui drank the porridge slowly, and while Shi Luo was not paying attention, he picked up his phone and opened Weibo to search.
Shi Luo had already exposed enough information. Yu Sui searched Shi Luo's trumpet account after a while. Yu Sui glanced at it, copied a URL and saved it on his phone's notepad, and put the phone aside.
After eating the takeaway, the rest of the base got up one after another, but Yu Sui did not shy away from it, and stayed in Shi Luo's room until Lao Qiao knocked on the door around 5 o'clock in the afternoon.
Today's regular season is when Saint played against Luo's old club IAC.
Saint's game must be watched. Instead of waiting for the replay after the game, it is better to watch the live broadcast directly. Anyway, the training in the afternoon has been cancelled.
Zhou Huo was eager to find Yu Sui to inquire about his progress with Shi Luo, and went to the training room ahead of time. As if he understood, he wore glasses, held a notebook and pinched a pen and sat while watching the game.
Several people in the team came to the training room one after another, and the game started shortly after.
After Shi Luo's transfer, IAC's combat power has dropped a lot this season, and it can no longer be regarded as a team in the first echelon of the league.
But Saint gave IAC enough respect and still showed the posture of the World Championship final. IAC's current combat style is a stable layout across the board, and Saint is obviously targeting it. They play more stable and cautious than IAC. In the first small game, Saint played steadily and would rather play slowly without showing any flaws to IAC. The game that was easily won took almost fifty minutes.
I don't know, I thought Saint was playing the knockout round of the World Championship.
"Saint..." Puppy laughed, "What's going on with Saint recently? Do you need to be so dedicated?"
Old Qiao frowned all the time: "I always feel like they..."
Yu Sui watched quietly, without saying a word.
The two commentators of the game were still analyzing the importance of Saint's careful layout. The discussion was endless. Zhou Huo could only understand the commentary after watching the game. Hearing the words, he said, "Isn't the commentary explaining the strategy?"
Except for Zhou Huo, the others were noncommittal.
Professional players may not express professional commentators, but their insight into the situation is definitely more thorough than commentary. Shi Luo frowned and said, "It's not that Saint doesn't know how to play fast breaks, and has suppressed the IAC front row from the beginning. This game is over long ago. We have to use the slowest method... The winning rate is higher, but it's too long."
Chen Huo rubbed his neck: "Everyone else has finished get off work, but they... Now it's like paying for sightseeing by themselves. I can't wait to show every show."
Yu Sui looked at the screen, and suddenly turned to look at Shi Luo: "The assaulter from their team... Amaze, they call him Old A, right? Do you know how old is this year?"
Two years ago, when Yu Sui hadn't gone to Europe, Amaze was still Saint's substitute. He didn't play two years ago. No one in the team except Shi Luo had played against him before, so they didn't have much impression of him.
"Old A..." Shi Luo frowned, "If I remember correctly, he should be the starter just a year ago. I didn't know there was such a person in Saint before. Later, he started playing and listened to my previous team. People say that he has been in the league for a long time, and the exact age... I don't know."
"I know." Old Qiao said, "He and Angel Sword are Saint's youth trainees at the same time. Angel Sword is twenty-three this year, and he is two years older than Angel Sword."
"Twenty-five." Yu Sui paused for a moment, then said in a low voice, "Last year, I just started the game. It should be a player who is rewarded by God for diligence. Usually training must be indispensable..."
Shi Luo's eyes moved slightly, and he vaguely sensed what Yu Sui meant.
Old Qiao was startled and sat up straight: "You mean... he's going to retire?"
"Not sure." Yu Sui leaned against the back of the chair and said lightly, "According to the general situation of the league, the sniper position has the longest occupational age, followed by the medic. The assault position is originally the occupation with the lowest average retirement age. This position is very important to the players. The requirements for reaction ability are too high, and this does not include injuries and strains. Most of the players who hit this age are plagued by occupational diseases. If he really…”
Yu Sui shook his head gently, "I hope not."
The training room was silent for a moment.
The others knew very well that Yu Sui's conjecture was the most reasonable and could best explain Saint's current situation.
Lao Qiao hesitated: "You said that... I seem to have the impression that someone said that there is something wrong with the right shoulder of old A... "
The overall atmosphere of Saint now is obviously that they are trying their best to play every game well, playing one game less, even if they are not negligent about weak teams, can't wait to play a few more minutes, obviously they can keep their tactics and physical strength for the playoffs And the next World Championship, but they didn't, as if... they couldn't wait.
The most logical explanation is that someone in their team is facing injury and retirement, and they really can't wait.
"He..." Zhou Huo said incomprehensibly, "It's only been a few months. How can I get some temporary and powerful treatment, and then find a team doctor or something, I have to lie down for the World Championships."
"If you can lie down, you will lie down. Who wouldn't want to go to the World Championships." Lao Qiao whispered, "But what if I can't make it through? And..."
Lao Qiao asked back, "How do you know that he can drag on until now, hasn't he already had temporary powerful treatment?"
Lao Qiao said slowly, "I used conservative treatment first, and then switched to intensive treatment for half a year before retiring. After I started intensive treatment, I couldn't see the end at a glance. I don't know how long it will last. Right now."
The second game was about to start, Zhou Huo looked at Saint and still felt regretful: "Actually... there is still a way, now that the regular season is not over yet, just like you made Shi Luo stronger before the playoffs. It's like getting on a handful, now hurry up and buy a substitute to charge over, and let the newcomer play for the old A before the end of the regular season, there is still hope in the future, if the old A can't hold on, let the newcomer top."
Puppy said: "We want it, and Saint definitely wants it more, but he didn't do it, and chose to maintain the current lineup. You see their state... They seem to be very positive, and they are not reluctant. This must be the meaning of the entire team."
Old Joe sighed: "Injury, it's fucking... the most disgusting thing."
Shi Luo had just played professionally for two years. The teammates he had played with and several of his teammates were all young and in good condition. He was the one who couldn't empathize the most with retiring from injuries.
Shi Luo wanted to search to see how many years old A had been playing. He touched his jacket pocket and forgot his mobile phone in the dormitory.
Shi Luo got up and went to the dormitory to get his cell phone.
"Why?" Zhou Huo still felt a pity, "If they want to play like this again, the entire team may not be able to go to the World Championship, hurry up to buy new players, and when the old A can't hold it any more, they will substitute, how good, Angel Sword What are you thinking about..."
"Thinking what?" Puppy shrugged, "Thinking about not letting old A be a substitute."
Zhou Huo smiled helplessly: "He's injured himself, who can blame this? What can I do as a substitute?"
"Not much." Old Qiao looked at Old A fixedly, "He's been a substitute at Saint for six or seven years before, can he still not be used to being a substitute?"
Zhou Huo was speechless.
Old Qiao said, "If I were Angel Sword, I wouldn't agree to be a substitute. He can play for a few days, and I will play with him for a few days... He has been with me for so many years before, can I not be with him for a few months now?"
Chen Huo sighed: "If my teammates are like this... I shouldn't want a newcomer either."
Puppy nodded: "Anyway, I am in good health. If you lose once, there will be another time."
Zhou Huo looked at a few people unexpectedly, and laughed: "What about all the bad guys? Why are you so loved by your teammates all of a sudden?"
"Don't be disgusting." Chen Huo said in disgust, "Who loves them... But it's better to stay close to each other."
Shi Luo went back to the dormitory and took his mobile phone back to the training room. He just forgot to close the door of the training room, and before he entered the door, he heard Zhou Huodao: "If you think about it, you can understand... Usually when you squeeze each other, it's really time to retire. I'm reluctant, I can never be completely rational, after all, they are teammates for so many years..."
Zhou Huo sighed in a low voice: "It's impossible to say anything with feelings, so many years of feelings..."
Shi Luo took a step.
Shi Luo instinctively felt that he couldn't get involved in the topic of the people in the room.
Except for myself, everyone else is "teammates for so many years".
"It won't work if it's not for so many years." Chen Huo said sullenly, "If Shi Luo suddenly breaks his hand tomorrow, I'd rather he operate with one arm than let a substitute support him."
Shi Luo outside the door was startled.
"I have to drag him too..." Puppy said slowly, "Because I have no experience in the World Championship, I have been scolded by trolls for a long time... It wasn't the tossing about the plague two years ago, I should have been there earlier. Worlds, hey, can't think about it..."
Yu Sui said indifferently: "I thank you both for Shi Luo, his hand will never be broken in this life."
Old Joe smiled: "That's all to work harder. This year, we must rush into the World Championships and make Evil a complete success."
Shi Luo leaned outside the door, bowed his head and smiled after a while.
For too many years outside of human relationships, after so long, Shi Luo was down-to-earth for the first time and felt that a place to live was really his own territory.