It has been more than an hour after discussing with Lu Ziye.
Shen Qi yawned and flipped through his phone as he prepared to go upstairs and go back to his room.
The perfection of the team system proposed by Lu Ziye had been considered by Shen Qi before.
The YZS team left behind, in fact, there is a youth training camp that is no longer empty. After the summer game, the youth training camp will be reopened, and the replacement players will be found from the youth training students if there is no accident.
Thinking of this, Shen Qi paused and frowned.
Ye Lai's unexpected situation today gave him a wake-up call.
When he reached the door of the conference room, Shen Qi was blocked.
Lu Tun and Ye Lai stood neatly at the door. They probably waited here for a long time. When they saw him come out, they immediately adjusted their standing posture, straightened their stomachs and backs, and bowed together before Shen Qi could react.
"I'm sorry, Captain."
Shen Qi only reacted for a few seconds, and realized that the two children were apologizing to themselves for the fact that Ye Lai was unwell due to their drinking of Coke today.
With a smirk, the phone in his hand turned around in the palm of his hand, and was stuffed into his pocket again.
Shen Qi looked at the two of them, leaned his back to the door, and said with some sleepiness: "You still know how to apologize?"
"Understood, we were wrong, Captain, you have a lot of adults. In the future, we will firmly promise not to let Ye Lai eat any spicy food..."
At this moment, Lu Tun was afraid that the "fasting" rule would fall on him. Although Ye Lai blamed him for being a little flustered for a while, but he has no stomach problems, he can still drink Coke, and he is willing to act as a Guardian of Ye Lai's stomach.
Ye Lai took a breath and continued, "I am also willing to supervise Lu Tun's diet in the future, and I will never let him follow my old path."
Lu Tun looked surprised: "I have a very bad stomach. I won't get stomach problems. Take care of yourself, Lai Lai."
Ye Lai didn't speak to him, and continued to look at Shen Qi with his nose and eyes.
The smile on Shen Qi's mouth spread, and finally he sneered and put his arms around his arms. He said, "Supervise each other?"
He paused for a while, then smiled in confusion: "Okay, a 2,000-word review plus a letter of guarantee."
"2000 words? Idols, I only had 1000 words when I was in school..."
Shen Qi raised his eyelids, obviously there was no extra expression on his face, but Lu Tun felt murderous from the middle.
It seems that as long as he bargains again, he can be killed.
Lu Tun laughed, and while Ye Lai was still wronged, he began to exchange for equal value: "Idol, otherwise, I will report Ye Lai once, and you will give me a hundred words?"
"Ok?"
"Ye Lai hides a lot of potato chips and spicy sticks on his bedside table! He secretly eats hot sticks in the middle of the night!"
Shen Qi's eyes fell on Ye Lai's shocked face.
Ye Lai: "???"
"Lu Tun hid a box of Coke in the cupboard in his room. Last time he called me to drink it in the middle of the night!"
Shen Qi stood there and smiled.
Just with a little sneer.
There was silence for a moment.
"The 3,000-word review plus the guarantee letter, the team distrusts each other, betrays teammates, plus 3,000 words, a total of 6,000 words, and hand it over to me after the finals."
After he finished speaking, he squeezed between Lu Tun and Ye Lai, ignoring the expressions on their faces that you were teasing us, and suddenly stopped when he reached the entrance of the stairs, without looking back, he said with concern, "Go to bed early, in case. If you hear a strange sound in the middle of the night, don't blame me for not reminding you."
There was a smile on both of their faces.
When Shen Qi was gone, Lu Tun and Ye Lai, who were pushing each other, stopped, first relieved, and then confused.
"What is the strange sound in the middle of the night?" Ye Lai scratched Lu Tun's hair.
"I don't know, it's fine if the idol isn't very angry, it's really hard to coax him." Lu Tun said, grabbing Ye Lai's pajamas collar and shaking wildly: "How do you write 6,000 words! Does Baidu work?"
Ye Lai was shaken by him and was about to cry again.
Xu Leng, who had been eavesdropping on the side for a long time, coughed: "Go to bed early, anyway, coaxing people is definitely not good for the two of you."
…
When Lu Tun and Ye Lai came out like this, Shen Qi's mood was indeed much better.
But the real coax is really not the two of them.
Shen Qi brought a lot of things from Lu Tun and Ye Lai's room back to the room.
Fu Mingyuan is sitting in front of the table, typing something on the notebook.
Hearing the movement, he turned his face away.
A pair of glasses are placed above the bridge of the nose.
Shen Qi's footsteps stopped, his eyes fell on Fu Mingyuan's face, and he licked his lower lip: "Why are you wearing glasses?"
Fu Mingyuan took off his glasses, squinted his eyes, a little uncomfortable, and frowned subconsciously when he saw the mess in his hand.
As he got up to help him carry things, he replied, "I look at my phone too much, my eyesight is a little damaged."
His eyesight was very good before, but after getting to know Shen Qi, he spent significantly more time staring at the phone and computer.
"These things, found out?"
He knew that Shen Qi usually didn't like snacks very much.
Shen Qi responded and shoved a brain that was in his arms into Fu Mingyuan's arms. Obviously, the cabinet was only a few steps away, and there was still a relay race.
Taking advantage of Fu Mingyuan's efforts to bend over and put the snacks in the cabinet, Shen Qi squinted his eyes, threw his phone on the bed, went to the table to get Fu Mingyuan's glasses, and gently rubbed his feet behind him.
Although he moved lightly, Fu Mingyuan could still sense his approach.
The tidying up slowed down.
The back is suddenly close to the heat source.
Shen Qi rested his chin on his shoulder and hooked his calf with his foot.
Recently, Shen Qi seems to like this action very much.
Fu Mingyuan's back was slightly stiff.
Even if he is already very intimate, at these times, he still has a process of "stiffness".
"I'm so tired, brother." Shen Qi held glasses in one hand and rubbed his chin once or twice.
The cabinet door was closed.
Fu Mingyuan suddenly turned around, and the two became face-to-face.
Shen Qi's eyes had obvious red blood, and the dark circles under his eyes were also much more obvious. He had a tired look on his face, but his eyes were still full of him.
"Go to bed." Fu Mingyuan ordered in a low voice.
Shen Qi hooked the corner of his mouth: "I haven't showered yet, brother."
"Massage you." Fu Mingyuan's hand was already on his shoulder.
The most common problems for professional players are the shoulders, neck and wrists. Almost no player is free of occupational diseases, but it is serious or not, and whether there are any problems.
While supporting Shen Qi's dream, he must also protect his body.
Shen Qi fell down obediently and gave Fu Mingyuan the glasses with his backhand: "Wear this?"
Fu Mingyuan was slightly startled, although he didn't understand what Shen Qi meant, he still put it on.
Satisfied, Shen Qi laid his face on the pillow and enjoyed Fu Mingyuan's massage service, but there was no edge on his mouth.
"Brother, do you still accept any other business?"
"Is it a bit more out of the way?"
"A little more pressure on your shoulders? I'm not afraid of pain, brother."
"With glasses, can you see the fluff on the back of my neck, brother?"
Fu Mingyuan moved a little lightly and slowly, and only after hearing his last sentence did he respond: "I can't see clearly, there is no zoom function."
Shen Qi buried in the pillow and smirked: "I don't have glasses, but there are some places, brother."
Fu Mingyuan's strength was just right.
The originally sore shoulders and neck were eased now, Shen Qi squinted a little comfortably, and unconsciously brought a little chuanxi when he spoke.
Fu Mingyuan was half-kneeling by the bed, squinting, his breathing gradually became less steady.
It's just that the game is not over, he has been restrained.
However, Shen Qi, who was about to fall asleep, suddenly turned over when his movements became lighter and lighter, pulled Fu Mingyuan's pajamas by the collar and kissed him.
By the end, both were a little out of control.
It was Fu Mingyuan who pulled it away first. The glasses had already been torn off, and they were pressed onto the bed somewhere.
Before Fu Mingyuan entered the bathroom, Shen Qi buried himself in the bed and said in a hoarse voice, "Brother, you are so handsome with glasses."
The sound of the door closing was much louder than usual.
Shen Qi smirked.
The next two days are the knockout rounds.
The top eight teams in the knockout rounds enter the resurrection round.
QAQ does not have to participate in competitions these days, and has been conducting regular training, and there is no practice match.
The last day of Easter.
Professional player group-
[HUOJ—Boli: Sharing link: The live broadcast of professional player Boli, come and support him! 】
[HUOJ-Boli: The end of the month, brothers, is your live broadcast long enough? Come and give me some gifts, for the competition, I don't have enough gifts this month]
【EVE—Buxiu: ? 】
[HUOJ—ZZfen: Captain, are you cheating? 】
[HUOJ—Boli: fart, no one came to brush me]
As soon as the news of the small profit was sent out, several messages for gifting popped up in the live broadcast room.
[Online dating Brittany gave the anchor Boli a stick hammer]
[Online dating Brittany gave the anchor Boli a stick hammer]
【… 】
Brushed five.
One dollar per stick.
[HUOJ-Boli: Damn, someone brushed it for me. Although it's not the group of dogs in the group, I'm so moved. Five dollars is money! 】
[BIG-Weapon: This person is very familiar. Did you want to be included in the team before, but the private message was directly blocked? @EVE—Buxiu]
[EVE—Buxiu: It seems yes, he hasn’t broadcast live for a long time]
[EVE—Buxiu: This guy plays a lot like God A, and he played with Cold @QAQ—Cold]
[QAQ—Cold: What's the matter, Senior Sun Fan]
[QAQ—Cold: I don’t know him! 】
Xu Leng hurriedly flipped his phone upside down and concentrated on sucking the noodles.
He sneaked a glance at the captain who finished brushing the gifts and then went to the screening room to watch Brother Fu's movie.
It is best to remain silent.
[BIG-Weapon: Little Leng brother is so nervous? 】
[HUOJ-Boli: Wait, I have a bold idea? 】
[EVE—Buxiu: Wait, I have a bold idea? 】
[QAQ—Angry: Do you have any thoughts on our children? 】
[QAQ—Angry: OK, bring the dowry first]
[HUOJ-Boli: Do you want a fucking face? 】
[QAQ—Angry: Can you eat your face? How did you introduce those sisters to you last time? 】
[HUOJ-Boli: Can you shut up? They are all divorced young women in their thirties, are you worthy of my mother! 】
[QAQ—Angry: Oh, you really smiled through your friends.jpg]
The small profit of turning on the camera and mixing the live broadcast time: ? ?
[What happened to the small profit? ]
[Why do you look like you want to eat people? Hahahaha five sticks and hammers can't be satisfied? ]
[No training? The day after tomorrow finals]
[To tell a joke, the M1G group ranks tenth stable]
[Don't mention other teams here, okay? ]
[Online Dating Brittany gave anchor Boli a small egg]
[Online Dating Brittany gave anchor Boli a small egg]
【… 】
Five more swipes.
An egg is fifty cents.
small profits:…
Professional player group-
[HUOJ—Sharp: I laughed to death, hahahaha, does this captain have any grudge against you]
[HUOJ-Boli: Don’t get up from the bed when you have time to type here? 】
[QAQ—Angry: I didn’t say it, Xiao Boli, you live on the camera, don’t use a beauty filter and make a filter, your hair is messy and your clothes are buttoned wrong, can someone give you a gift? 】
Lu Tun, who peeked at the group: "Idol, if you don't give him a brush..."
Whisper BB, although there is no ten dollars.
Seeing Shen Qi's words, Bo Li really took a look at his current image in the mirror, and then clicked into the live broadcast room with his mobile phone to take a look.
Two minutes later—
The presenter is temporarily not at home.
[QAQ—Angry: Why do you close the live broadcast room? How much for a housekeeper? Is ten dollars enough? 】
[HUOJ—Boli: There is a blackout function in the live broadcast room, please give me your ID, thank you for your cooperation]
[EVE—Buxiu: Is God A going to sign up for a live broadcast? 】
[BIG—Weapon: I want to block too, please give me my ID too]
[QAQ—Angry: ? 】
[QAQ—Angry: Smile.jpg After the finals, 20 luxury cruise ships will be given to the house manager, right? 】
The message was sent, but no one responded.
Lu Tun sighed: It's really dark...
Fu Mingyuan passed behind Lu Tun holding a bowl of lotus seed and tremella soup, put it on the table in front of Shen Qi, and asked, "The housekeeper I gave before can be withdrawn."
Shen Qi glanced at Lu Tun, took a mouthful of lotus seed and tremella soup, and nodded with a chuckle, "You can withdraw."
Lu Tun: "???"
"Idol, we have known each other for so many years..."
Before Shen Qi returned, Fu Mingyuan sat beside Shen Qi with no extra expression on his face. He still helped Shen Qi to press his shoulders and neck, and returned to him without wavering: "Brother, clear the account."
Lu Tun: "..."
This is not the male god he knows.
He misses his brother in the live broadcast room, woo woo woo.
Ye Lai and Xu Leng, who were watching the play, covered their mouths and snickered.
It's past nine o'clock in the evening.
The last game of the Easter is over.
After the interview with the team that had successfully eaten chicken, the host still stood on the stage.
Shen Qi, who was watching a movie originally, raised his eyes and looked at the TV that was always on.
"What's the matter? Is there another interview session?" Lu Tun continued to eat melon seeds in confusion.
Xu Leng and Ye Lai shook their heads.
Rongjing came to the stage.
He was wearing the original version of M1G's jersey, very simple, without any sponsor's logo.
The dense barrage floated out.
【The mourning dog is here】
[Tell a joke, M1G is going to win the championship]
[M1G without God A is really embarrassing, how could I go to the Asian Games in the first place]
[Don't forget before, the qualification for the Asian competition is played by A God]
【Why did RJJ have the face to stand up? Why, apologize to the national audience, he is too dishonest, dishonest to us? 】
【Can you leave some morals behind? 】
[RJJ didn't keep his words when he scolded people, and he didn't keep his words when he slandered God A. Why didn't anyone say that he should be polite to God A at the beginning? 】
【Kneel down and admit your mistake? Hahahaha shameful]
Rongjing took the microphone from the host.
The interview booth was left to him.
"Hello everyone, I'm RJJ, the captain of M1G."
He breathed a sigh of relief, with a relaxed smile on his perennial gloomy face.
"I am 22 years old, I have been an e-sports player for four years, and I have played professional games for four years. There should be no good results." He glanced at the camera and lowered his head again.
Rongjing knew that at this moment, many people should be scolding him.
He could see the people below the arena gradually leaving.
I can see that there are still people who are left pointing and pointing.
You can also guess that those who stayed in the live broadcast room either ignored it, swiped the screen, or quit directly.
"I'm not a good player, I'm not a good captain, I can't put it all down to being young."
"Today, I'm sorry to take up so much time."
Rongjing bowed 90 degrees.
This bow is for Angry.
Leave it to LAND.
It is left to them who support M1G and are full of hope for M1G.
For those who have never left and are still supporting him.
Sorry.
Thanks too.
If he can't say it, let him rot in the bottom of his heart forever.
"I, RJJ, Rongjing, today officially announced my retirement."
"I also wish that M1G can have a bright future, and I wish all players can realize their e-sports dreams."
"goodbye."
He took a deep breath.
The e-sports dream ends here.
Although not able to win the championship.
Although I couldn't say sorry to Angry personally.
Although I couldn't say a word of thanks to Jin Dali.
The background music suddenly reminded me of the accompaniment of "Not So Simple".
No lyrics.
Rongjing returned the microphone to the host and turned around alone.
At the exit, Qiu Ji, Bao Scoop, and Jin Dali stood there and opened their arms at him.
[Blood popularity? 】
[The grass-mud-horse people have retired, but are they still so popular? 】
[Stupid, can't you come back after retiring? 】
【Where did he get his face back? 】
[Please give every player respect and thank you]
[Blessings, the future is also waiting for you! 】
【Is the M1G obsolete? 】
【The future is bright! 】
【… 】
QAQ team base—
Shen Qi looked at the M1G base on the opposite side, which had no lights on.
Total darkness.
Ye Lai sniffed: "What did he say he retired after retiring?"
Lu Tun patted his head: "Don't... He has retired now, and no team wants him in the future... His reputation is like that."
What Lu Tun said was the truth.
It's just Rongjing, and I don't have the idea of coming back.
Shen Qi turned around and said softly, "Ah, retired."
He scratched his hair: "No, does he still owe me an apology? Why did he give up so easily?"
Whispered: "Then I don't feel good about winning."
He looked in the direction of the M1G base again, thoughtfully.
The news that Rongjing suddenly announced his retirement did not cause much disturbance.
The most, or the crying of those loyal fans of Rongjing.
Even the hot search on Weibo failed to climb up.
I just watched, behind Rongjing's Weibo ID, there was no official certification, and behind the ID in the live broadcast room, there was no professional player certification.
These are all later stories.
With the end of the resurrection game, the summer finals kicked off.