For a long time, no one said anything.
Until Lin Yan's eyes swept across Jing Yuanzhou's side, he reminded, "The game is in."
Jing Yuanzhou turned around when he heard the words, only to realize that when he got up just now, he was going to minimize the window, but when Lin Yan suddenly appeared, he shook his hand and entered the matching interface again.
Jing Yuanzhou: "..."
He couldn't even remember when his hands trembled last time.
Taking a slow sigh, Jing Yuanzhou was about to sit down again when he saw a figure swaying in front of him.
Lin Yan quickly pulled out the gaming chair and sat down. He asked casually, "Do you mind if I play? It's really itchy to watch you guys play all afternoon today."
For many professional players, their accounts are just as precious as objects, not to mention ranking, it is impossible to borrow others to use them even in ordinary matchmaking games.
But Lin Yan is obviously not "someone else".
Jing Yuanzhou knew that this was specifically preventing him from playing, so he paused and replied, "Yeah."
Lin Yan adjusted the shortcut keys three or two times, and the moment he entered, he caught a glimpse of the surprised and enthusiastic greetings from other teammates.
He didn't say much, just simply sent an icon for the pre-selected shooter position, and then calmly locked the hero among a series of question marks.
The entire chat channel was instantly questioned and obliterated: [Jingshen, myself? Not playing sideways? 】
Lin Yan didn't want to talk about it at first, but after a glance, he still replied: [Power training. 】
This time, the string of question marks on the barrage turned into rows of ellipses.
Seeing this, Jing Yuanzhou couldn't help but smile silently.
It is reasonable to suspect that after waking up tomorrow, the entry of #Titans looking for a booster to score# will be on the top search page.
Lin Yan didn't look back and couldn't see Jing Yuanzhou's expression.
In this way, the back of sitting upright in front of the gaming chair looks very serious.
Although Jing Yuanzhou's account has fallen out of the top 10 rankings of the national server after a period of inactivity, the one he can match is definitely the top echelon.
In the face of these absolute passers-by, Lin Yan's operations still seemed to be at ease.
Replenish, consume, suppress, retreat...
As time passed by, the economy of the bottom road gradually and completely opened, and unknowingly entered the rhythm of crushing.
Jing Yuanzhou just stood behind him, his eyes fell on Lin Yan, and he never looked away.
All the sound of the game was hidden by the soundproof headphones, and the entire training room was only left with the sound of keyboard and mouse tapping, which was terribly quiet.
It wasn't until the enemy crystal in the picture was completely shattered that Lin Yan slowly took off his headphones and looked back.
The eyebrows were slightly raised, and the sloppy voice as usual was slightly elongated: "The fine plus the power leveling fee, find time to transfer to me via WeChat."
Under the circumstance of self-knowledge, Jing Yuanzhou has always been very calm: "No problem."
Lin Yan glanced at the computer: "Are you still playing?"
It was obviously the tone of inquiry, but the ending was clearly lowered a bit, and the word "threat" was almost written on his face.
Jing Yuanzhou: "."
Lin Yan obviously didn't really want to get an answer. Without waiting for a response, his slender fingertips had already tapped on the mouse and pressed the power button.
As capricious as ever, and as direct as ever.
Jing Yuanzhou didn't say much, and glanced at the time: "It's getting late, go back and rest."
The words fell, but there was no reply for a long time.
When he looked up, he saw Lin Yan was looking sideways at a mess of ashtrays, not knowing what he was thinking.
The light on the computer screen has completely dimmed, and the completely stunned ashes in the tank are shockingly desolate in this empty training room.
When such a picture fell into his eyes, Jing Yuanzhou's heart skipped a beat.
Before he could say anything, Lin Yan looked back again, paused for a moment, and then asked, "Do you want to retire?"
A sentence without beginning or end, just like this, without warning, directly plunged into my heart.
Jing Yuanzhou never underestimated Lin Yan's acumen, but he never thought that he could be so sharp.
As if he didn't know how to answer, he couldn't help but be silent for a moment.
Finally, he slowly sighed and replied, "Maybe."
Jing Yuanzhou has been in the professional league for so many years, and Jing Yuanzhou also knows that he is almost old, but whether it is the previous BK management's intention to cultivate new talents, or to follow the GH team all the way to fight the professional league, he has never been positive. Thought about it until... The recent retirement of Luni and DeMen more or less gave him some extra associations.
Judging from the current situation, although Jing Yuanzhou is not going to start a comprehensive decline like DeMen, he has already passed the peak of his state like Luni. In fact, he has realized something recently. Until today, he came back and sat in front of the computer after three high-intensity games... At least if it was changed to the past, he would never have such a clear and distinct problem during the extra training. A feeling of powerlessness.
Everyone has a choice for everyone.
Whether he likes it or not, it's clear he's approaching the time when he needs to make a final decision.
I thought that after such an ambiguous reply, he would be pulled to give a good speech, but Lin Yan just nodded silently for a moment: "Well, I see."
With that said, he emptied the cigarette butts in the ashtray into the trash can next to him.
But after a while, I couldn't help but complain: "Having this idea means that you know that you are an old player, so you should take it easy. What's the matter, the young people in the team go back to the room one by one. Going to bed, you are so old, why did you come here for extra training? I know, I can understand the good intentions of the captain to think of the role of example, I don’t know, I’m afraid it’s an old man The rebellious period comes very late, the more you want to rest, the more you like to run and abuse yourself?"
In the end, Lin Yan seemed to feel more and more annoyed the more he thought about it, and his eyebrows twitched: "To put it another way, Jing Yuanzhou, why do you treat me as a boyfriend staring at you in the car all the way to sleep? Damn it. I just wanted to let you rest a little longer, even for a minute! On the way, I told the cooking aunt to prepare dinner in advance, and everything was arranged. I just wanted you to go back to your room after dinner to recuperate. You're better, if I didn't find out, are you still going to stay here all night? I said you really... "
All dissatisfaction and complaints came to an abrupt end when the eyes met when looking up.
Jing Yuanzhou interrupted these rambling words: "It was me who was wrong."
Lin Yan was really full of all kinds of dissatisfaction at this time, but all the unpleasant emotions were completely appeased in such a sincere sentence.
The corners of Lin Yan's mouth were lowered a bit, and he was somewhat unhappy with such a coaxing attribute.
Just as he was about to say something, the figure in front of him suddenly approached a few steps.
A force suddenly overwhelmed him, and when he came back to his senses, Jing Yuanzhou had already pressed him on the computer table.
After the computer was turned off, the entire training room was surprisingly silent, and at this moment, each other's breaths fell into the ears so clearly.
Immediately ambiguous.
Lin Yan's heart skipped a beat, and he couldn't help but gently hold the man in front of him: "Just talk about it, what is this for? I tell you, seduction is useless!"
There was finally a soft smile in Jing Yuanzhou's eyes: "I promise you, I will tell you when I'm in a bad mood again, this is the head office?"
Lin Yan curled his lips noncommittally.
The next second the light in front of him dimmed, and Jing Yuanzhou just leaned over and kissed him.
A very long and slender kiss, wantonly flooded this space that only belongs to them.
In the end, Jing Yuanzhou was pushed away by Lin Yan unceremoniously: "How many cigarettes did you smoke tonight? Go go, go back and brush your teeth!"
the next day.
When the two went downstairs, the other players had already gathered in the training room.
Noticing Lin Yan's appearance, Luo Mo was surprised: "Boss, are you upstairs? Why did no one answer the knock on your door just now?"
Lin Yan glanced at Dark Jing Yuanzhou secretly, and replied ambiguously, "Maybe you didn't notice it."
After speaking, he rubbed the messy hair on his head: "What's the matter with me in the early morning?"
Luo Mo didn't think much about it, and replied: "That's it, after the game ended yesterday, the finals list came out, and the game time is set to be next Tuesday. The only team our team lost in the regular season was Three. The last game was somewhat of a revenge game. I wondered, was this a gimmick to record a pre-match promotional video or something?"
"Oh, yes." Lin Yan took the milk from Jing Yuanzhou and took a sip. "Before the finals, I really need to record a video, and there is no problem with building momentum. How do you want to shoot? Are you sure?"
"It's almost a direction. Here are some videos for reference." After speaking, Luo Mo casually clicked on the notebook and placed it on the table, "This is the promotional video of the two finals teams in the Korean division. They There is no rest week for National Day, so the progress of the game is faster than ours, and the video was released two days ago."
When the words fell, other people immediately gathered around.
Seeing the team logo in the first promotional video, Bi Yaohua couldn't help showing a disgusted expression: "What the hell, is there no one in the Korean division? Can a team like Win make it to the finals?"
Luo Mo smiled: "Don't underestimate Win, after all, he is also the champion of the Spring Split. According to the data analyst's assessment, the overall strength is indeed top-notch."
The promotional video itself is only a few minutes long, and after one segment is played, it automatically jumps to the next segment.
The new picture was broadcast, and this time it was Gu Luo who gave a soft "ah": "Captain, isn't this the Korean team that Team Song went to be the head coach? I didn't pay attention to it before, but did it make it to the finals? Does that mean...they're finally settling?"
Luo Mo was a little dazed: "Song team? Who is it?"
Jian Ning also cast a suspicious look.
The surrounding atmosphere was subtle for a moment.
After all, Luo Mo entered the e-sports circle halfway through, and Jian Ning started getting into the game "Hot" relatively late at his age. But this Song team is also the man who served as the captain of BK when Jing Yuanzhou first entered the professional league. Anyone who has a little knowledge of the early history of the hot league will definitely not be unfamiliar.
The promotional video is still playing.
At this time, a figure in a casual suit appeared in the picture, speaking fluent Korean: "I think... In short, this year's world championship can only belong to KING."
It is obviously a very gentle demeanor, but it is sufficiently imposing.
Lin Yan's eyes moved slightly.
He has indeed heard about Song Cheng, the captain of the BK team in his early years, and the team's Korean shooter Flm who were jointly signed to the Korean division. But because it was too many years ago, and there was not much description in the original text of the novel, he didn't take it to heart. I just didn't expect it, because his appearance affected the retirement trajectory of Jing Yuanzhou's career, and at the same time, it also caused more intersections in this world that should no longer occur.
The fingertips holding the milk cup rubbed slightly, and Lin Yan looked back.
From the moment the man appeared, Jing Yuanzhou's eyes had always stopped on the laptop screen.
It wasn't until the interview screen cut to the next figure that he lowered his eyes and withdrew his gaze: "It should be."