Yu Wen's private letter seems to be beating around the bush, but in fact there is only one point.
His purpose really wasn't to anger Li Zhongchen's emotions, but to point out Cui Hanbin, whose relationship was intricate, and the other party obviously came prepared.
"What does he mean? He actually knew what happened in Busan back then?" Yao Tong's furrowed brows showed a bad look.
Li Zhongchen lit a cigarette and did not speak for a long time.
He slowly squeezed the cigarette, exhaled the smoke slowly, it seemed difficult to digest this information, until Li Zhongchen suddenly opened his mouth when he tapped the ashtray lightly while twisting the cigarette.
"Qiao Yan knew about that incident back then, so it's not surprising that someone told Yu Wen now." Li Zhongchen paused for a few seconds, "But I'm still quite curious that Yu Wen will take the initiative to inform me."
It's like he's only half-speaking.
And the missing remaining sentence, no matter what, feels like: so that I can make some mental preparations.
"... How long has it been? Besides, it has something to do with us," Yao Tong said emotionally, "Is it our fault that Quan Haoyu, the co-author, went to jail later?"
Quan Haoyu.
In the past two days, Li Zhongchen heard this name mentioned more than once.
The Chinese-Korean professional player of Korean ethnicity is positioned like Luo Yuji, taking the route of violent nanny.
As a former teammate of AC Loft's active striker Cui Hanbin, he debuted not long ago and was consecrated to the altar in the Korean homeland. However, his performance was extremely unstable in the later stage, and he had to do evil by himself.
The point is that Quan Haoyu is affected by his family environment, so he speaks Chinese without any accent, and there is no obstacle in communication, otherwise they would have been completely impossible to catch up with.
Yao Tong was resentful: "If we knew that we would be entangled by him when we went to the liquor bureau, we would have nothing to do to drink those shochu? If we don't drink it, we won't die, and it's a damn bad thing to drink."
But what he said was very ambiguous.
After all, Li Zhongchen was the only one who got entangled.
"...Forget it all in the past, Qiao Yan didn't misunderstand anything at that time," Li Zhongchen seemed unwilling to hear this statement, "At that time, I really didn't expect so many things to happen in just a few days. The tornado encountered prevented the flight from taking off, leaving Qiao Yan and others in MW trapped for several days."
—When Qiao Yan and Quan Haoyu appeared in the same topic.
Li Zhongchen half-closed his eyes, and a sentence suddenly popped up in his mind.
As the saying goes, long-distance relationships are always prone to major problems. At that time, Li Zhongchen was almost persecuted to the point of desperation, but Qiao Yanzhen mistook him for cheating.
As an insider, Yao Tong thought of the tear mole in the same place as the two of them, but heard that Li Zhongchen's tone was flat, without any special emotion, so he inevitably felt a little uncomfortable.
"There was a big misunderstanding at the beginning, and the injury on your hand..."
But these words are undoubtedly uncovering the scars buried by the old things, I'm afraid it's not bloody enough.
Li Zhongchen couldn't help but interrupted, "Don't worry about that, I have to tell you something about Qiao Yan's sudden quarrel with me last night."
"Little Qiao, he turned against you? Why?" Yao Tong was at a loss.
Yao Tong came back late last night, he didn't expect that he would miss the big event, and he thought that brother Zhong might be the overlord who made an effort to anger Qiao Yan.
Li Zhongchen was very bored: "You ask me, who should I ask? I really don't understand him. One minute I still cling to you, and the next minute I want you to go away. I don't want to talk about things and solve them. I know him. What are you thinking?"
Yao Tong asked him to calm down: "No, there must be a reason for everything. This is my credo in life, so have you thought about your own problems?"
"After playing a few rounds with Xu Hang, the only thing left in my mind is to fight AC. I really can't think of any problems with me." Li Zhongchen took a deep breath and said helplessly, "But today I can After playing like this, Yao Tong, you should know better than anyone who is out of shape."
There was nothing wrong with what he said.
Today's mistakes are too outrageous, but because he, Echo, as a front-charging battlefield assaulter, no matter what he does will be magnified and stand out.
Others either don't understand, or they can see through but can't believe it.
The former is easy to talk about, while the latter is the coach and Yao Tong who have figured out the tactics, but choose to turn a blind eye to their own people.
The reason is very simple. The Apex professional game is a game in which heroes and partners are innate factors, and the overall team strength determines the success or failure of the game. The teammates complement each other, and you don't fight alone.
Qiao Yan, who has never made a mistake in the competition, would collapse in the preliminaries, which is simply unbelievable. Putting the blame on him alone seems hard to convincingly conclude.
After all, the A style of play is not feasible, and there are various backup styles of BCD, unless the player has negative emotions such as rejection.
——It's even more of a match-fixing match, otherwise the charges can be placed on Qiao Yan's head alone.
Yao Tong was a little stuck in his speech: "It's true that Xiao Qiao's condition is not good. The main reason is that our style of play is too exposed. As long as one person can't keep up, the consequences will be like this, but...you didn't find out that AC's nanny today The style of play is very similar to Quan Haoyu?"
Li Zhongchen replied in a muffled voice, "It's not just a resemblance, it's almost carved out of the same mold."
After Yao Tong finished listening, he couldn't answer for a moment.
It turned out that this was not only his illusion, but Qiao Yan must have felt it too, no wonder he was restless, but... he shouldn't be beaten like this. If he didn't know what Qiao Yan was like, Yao Tong would have believed it if he said it was a counterfeit match.
However, this is just an offline warm-up match, so playing fake matches will only increase the chances of being scolded.
But Li Zhongchen's hands suddenly froze.
He seemed to be talking to himself: "Wait, Zheng Xiaokui called you with my cell phone yesterday?"
"..." Yao Tong said angrily, "Yeah, you don't know how embarrassing Luo Yuji and I are, why do you like this kind of demented apprentice?!"
Li Zhongchen ignored the other party, and switched the phone back to the WeChat interface.
When he saw the chat interface with Yao Tong, the words that he had only typed in the first half of the sentence and hadn't had time to finish typing were contrary to his original intention, and he was directly stunned.
——"I believe in Xu Hang" There is no period in the four words, but there is no follow-up explanation.
"I... hadn't finished typing, but Zheng Xiaokui slipped my hand and sent it out. Qiao Yan must have misunderstood it when he saw it."
Li Zhongchen's lips trembled slightly when he spoke.
He cast a desperate look at Yao Tong, not only him, but the latter also thumped in his heart: "Damn, I reminded you to come last night, I was so busy that I forgot about it."
Dark clouds overwhelmed the city, and the sky was about to collapse.
Li Zhongchen was overwhelmed: "I don't know who told Qiao Yan about that incident back then, and let him see that Quan Haoyu and I were very... intimate and secretly took pictures. Of course it was all a misunderstanding. Impossible to cheat."
Yao Tong listened with bated breath.
But Li Zhongchen regained his senses, and he laughed embarrassingly: "Do you know that Qiao Di was in Germany at four o'clock in the morning, and after he was woken up, he called me long-distance, and what was the first sentence he said?"
"He said he believed in me, trusted me unconditionally."
at the same time.
Qiao Yan, who was playing passerby in the special training warehouse, turned on the live broadcast, with only his thin jaw showing on his pretty face.
The comments and bullet screens are all cheering him up: Brother Xiao Qiao, don't be stressed, adjust your mentality, everyone loves you the most.
His fans are so tolerant of him. Whether it is moving to the US server or signing into an old rival's team, everyone has never complained, and has always followed behind with the greatest support and blessings.
Even today's performance is absurd, fans will not severely criticize.
He was almost praised to the sky, but he didn't think he deserved it.
The more this happened, the more Qiao Yan felt broken: "I'm sorry, I played too badly."
In the year and a half of working for the LA team in the US server, he was treated as a ruthless fortune tree, with countless mission orders, and a mechanized and impersonal team. He couldn't fit in anyway.
Holding the trophy in his hand, as a member of the battle, he felt that it was someone else's award and had nothing to do with him.
He mustered up the courage to go back to the place where his dream started.
But what happened later was not as expected.
What outsiders see is that he abandons the past and flies away, and when he returns, no one will say that he has a bright future.
But he couldn't lie to himself.
The current state is good and sometimes bad, because Li Zhongchen has affected his performance, which is sad and exasperating, and he even looks down on himself like this.
The comments in the live broadcast room surrounded Qiao Yan like a flood.
But before he had time to say anything else, the door was suddenly opened, and the noise from the hall was introduced into the box, but it stopped halfway as the door closed again.
"..." Qiao Yan turned his head and saw that it was Li Zhongchen, he was in a daze and couldn't react.
"Just finished this game?" Li Zhongchen said in a flat tone, "Live broadcast?"
He asked two questions in succession.
So much so that Qiao Yan didn't know which one to answer first.
Li Zhongchen asked aloud: "Can I play it later?"
There was speculation in the live broadcast room, and there were discussions about "Is it Echo?"
Qiao Yan hid his emotions very well, he glanced at Li Zhongchen, and what he said did not have a trace of warmth.
"Okay," Qiao Yan explained to everyone, "I have something to do with Zhong Shen..."
"Forget it, it's too troublesome." Li Zhongchen interrupted directly.
With this sentence down.
Li Zhongchen charged like a beast, the camera was knocked down heavily, and with a bang, the live broadcast interface on the curved monitor was blacked out.
Then Li Zhongchen's palm pressed onto Qiao Yan's shoulder, his fingertips turned white from the force, and Qiao Yan hissed a little because of his sudden attack, feeling a little pain.
Qiao Yan retreated instinctively, subconsciously turning his head away.
But Li Zhongchen pressed him to a corner, bowed his head, and firmly blocked the other's lips with his lips. This kiss was mixed with a faint smell of tobacco, which immediately filled Qiao Yan's nostrils.
No dialogue was heard, but there was a faint sound coming from the live broadcast room. Obviously the microphone was not turned off, and there was a sudden uproar. Fans swiped the screen full of question marks, fearing that the two might not be fighting.
But it only took a few seconds for Qiao Yan to go from rejecting to accepting.
Li Zhongchen oppressed Qiao Yan's body, and leaned against the back of the gaming chair in extremely strange postures, his body temperature rose and his consciousness burned. After he pried open Qiao Yan's mouth, his tongue entangled with the other's.
The coldness of the thin lips and the warmth of the mouth are too sweet.
The live broadcast room that has not been broadcast may have some insights. This idea stimulates the sensitive nerves of both parties, and they dare not even breathe too loudly.
It wasn't until Qiao Yan's clothes were disheveled and his eyes were slightly moist that Li Zhongchen finally let go of him.
The movement of Qiao Yan covering his lips with the back of his hand made Li Zhongchen feel pity, but the coldness between his brows was permeating, full of repulsion.
The smell of tobacco permeates the tip of the tongue, with a long aftertaste.
Li Zhongchen and Qiao Yan looked at each other for a long time, then leaned their heads heavily on each other's shoulders, rubbed his bony palms on Qiao Yan's face, and slid it all the way up, poking the tear mole with the tip of his index finger.
He couldn't help panting heavily: "Qiao Yan."
And Qiao Yan had so many images in his mind that he couldn't help but close his eyes, unwilling to recall them.
Li Zhongchen was exhausted, and whispered in Qiao Yan's ear: "It's all a misunderstanding, you... listen to my explanation, okay, I have always trusted you unconditionally."
The author has something to say: The next chapter may be updated again on Saturday. Orz will only update the typo in these two days. I will stick to the recovery day at the end of the month and update QAQ.
Thanks to the little angel of the irrigation nutrient solution: 4 bottles of Parostine;
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