In the evening, after the usual group training and training, everyone in the e-sports club said goodbye and went home.
It was still Lin Feng and Tang Bingyao who were on the same road.
The street lamps on both sides of the street sprinkled dim yellow light on the concrete floor, with a faint and soft edge of light.
There were few pedestrians on the street and it was quiet.
Lin Feng lowered his head and walked forward on his own, silent and quiet; Tang Bingyao also carefully stepped on the squares on the road next to him in front of him, and had a lot of fun.
However, every time he stepped on a few grids, Tang Bingyao would look back at Lin Feng.
Then turn around and continue to step on the grid to play.
The two walked an entire street like this, and finally when Tang Bingyao tilted her head again, Lin Feng raised her head to protest:
"Tangtang, why do you keep looking at me?"
Tang Bingyao tilted her head cutely and replied, "I'm afraid you will hit a telephone pole."
Indeed, according to Lin Feng's posture of walking with his head down, it is really easy to bump into something if he is not careful.
However, as soon as he spoke, he broke the silence and quiet atmosphere before.
Tang Bingyao stopped, looked at Lin Feng, and asked seriously:
"How are you?"
Lin Feng habitually squeezed out a smile: "Oh, it's okay!"
Tang Bingyao looked at the smile on Lin Feng's face and commented bluntly: "It's a fake smile."
Lin Feng touched his face: "Is there? No way..."
Tang Bingyao didn't speak, and stared at Lin Feng seriously, with bright eyes.
Lin Feng scratched his hair uncomfortably:
"Eh, nothing really..."
Tang Bingyao nodded as if he understood, and suddenly said:
"Is it because KG lost?"
Lin Feng suddenly stopped.
Then he shook his head and smiled: "Probably... part of it, but not all."
Tang Bingyao wrinkled her nose and simply said, "I don't understand."
Lin Feng smiled: "Oh, it's actually nothing—"
After speaking, he paused, raised his head and looked at the sky. Tonight, the night sky in the magic capital looked very clear. There were no stars, only the bright moonlight sprinkled down, as if the whole city was enveloped in a layer of silvery-white softness. Light yarn.
Quietly looking at such a night sky, Lin Feng suddenly said:
"Tangtang, do you think I'm weak?"
"Huh?" Tang Bingyao froze for a moment, with a lovely dazed expression on her face.
But soon Lin Feng shook his head again and waved his hand: "Oh, it's nothing, I just said it casually, let's go, let's go, it's coming to your house-"
…
When he got home, he opened the door and walked in when Lin Feng smelled an alluring aroma.
The dining table in the restaurant was already full of hot dishes. Su Xuegang, who was wearing an apron, came out of the kitchen with a plate of braised eggplant, and greeted Lin Feng with a smile on his face:
"Xiao Feng is back?"
"Come on, wash your hands and eat!"
It is not only the people in the e-sports club who noticed that Lin Feng was in a strange state in the past few days. Su Xue, who lived in the same room with Lin Feng all day and night, naturally couldn't have noticed the silence and quietness of Lin Feng recently.
So she was also worried.
It is precisely because of this that she has deliberately made all kinds of Lin Feng's favorite dishes in the past few days, wanting to do some comfort.
But Su Xue didn't know what happened to Lin Feng.
In front of the dining table, looking at Lin Feng who was immersed in eating, Su Xue finally couldn't help but asked softly:
"What's the matter, is the training at the e-sports club not going well recently?"
Lin Feng shook his head.
Su Xue thought hard for a long time, and then she said:
"Could it be that there is something wrong with your relationship with Tangtang?"
After speaking, Su Xue began to persuade earnestly: "Hey, you are still young... It's normal to have disputes occasionally, but if you are a boy, let others... "
More and more like that.
Lin Feng protested: "Sister Xue, you are too open-minded. I have no problem with Tangtang. I have a master-disciple relationship with her."
Su Xue choked suddenly: "Then... Then what happened to you recently?"
Lin Feng paused, then shook his head:
"nothing."
"Sister Xue, don't worry."
…
do not worry.
How could you not be worried.
Worry because you care.
After dinner in the evening, Lin Feng went back to his room, while Su Xue thought about it for a long time and quietly walked to Lin Feng's bedroom door, opened the door a crack and looked inside carefully.
As a result, Lin Feng, who was sitting at the desk, said without looking back:
"Sister Xue, I'm really fine-"
Su Xue, who saw through her intentions, felt embarrassed and laughed dryly:
"Cough cough... Then what, do you want a late-night snack? Big chicken chop? I'll buy it for you later?"
Lin Feng: "I just had dinner, it's too early for supper."
Su Xue: "... That's right."
Finally, Su Xue, who had nothing to do, was defeated.
And Lin Feng continued to sit quietly in front of the desk like this, as if his mood was really unaffected by the slightest bit of influence, and he immersed himself in his homework seriously and attentively.
Chinese, mathematics, English... One by one coursework is completed one after another.
When the time came to around 11 o'clock in the middle of the night, Lin Feng, who had completed all the homework, leaned on the back of the chair, bowed his head slightly, his eyes flickered with volatile light, silent and quiet.
Then he turned on the computer.
Find the video of the three games between KG and SSK in the semi-finals of the Final Four.
Click to play.
As a result, the three video games that made countless national server players feel heavy and depressed a few days ago were played back in front of Lin Feng's eyes again.
…
Lin Feng just watched silently.
This is the sixth time in a few days that he has replayed the videotape of the three games.
Every time, he is trying to substitute into it, substitute into the mid laner position of the KG team, and then constantly simulate in his mind that he is fighting against Han Shihao, whose ID is "F".
As a result, every time, in the simulation imaginary, he lost without exception.
Also a fiasco.
From laning, to roaming, to teamfights, in all aspects of personal ability and rhythm control awareness, he found that he couldn't keep up with the opponent at all.
And he was still thinking before, if he and Fatty could fight side by side in the finals, would he have a chance to defeat Han Shihao and the SSK team—
But now, it seems impossible at all.
Because now there is a huge gap between him and the person who is standing on the world's No. 1 middle monarch.
Maybe he can't even do better than KG's mid laner.
(And, one of the more ironic things is... )
Lin Feng clenched his fists subconsciously:
(Now he is not even qualified to go to the finals stage.)
Yes.
Now he is just the most ordinary high school student. In the school e-sports club team, he needs to work hard for a championship in the Shanghai Sixteen School League.
Even in the next semi-final, the opponent of their thirteen-high team, the Shanghai Waifuzhong team, would make him feel extremely difficult and headache.
Lin Feng gritted his teeth, his eyes flashed with unwillingness and anger.
He was angry at his own uselessness.
Even a high school team can make him think hard for several days and can't find the most suitable way to deal with it—
So why does he still say that he wants to become the strongest professional e-sports player in the world
Why would you chase after the figure of the head of the Four Emperors
Why would you defeat that person and return in the so-called most brilliant way
Useless!
Useless! !
Useless! ! !
The teeth clenched, and Lin Feng's eyes were already a palpitating red for some time:
(This is absolutely not possible.)
(Definitely not enough!)
(Get stronger, get stronger faster!)
(This kind of opponent of the Shanghai Sixteen School League... should not be a hindrance at all!)
(Must...have to figure out a way!)
Then, the night passed.
From the second day onwards, everyone in the e-sports club team suddenly discovered that Lin Feng seemed to have changed again.
become...
Although not as quiet as before.
But it is more worrying.
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The third one is sent, continue to ask for praise and reply! There are also flowers and gifts!
There will be high energy tomorrow! Finally, I want the plot and characters that the thick line prefers hahaha