After the game, Lin Yan was still able to say a few words. When he returned to the hotel room, the man "died" on the bed.
Jing Yuanzhou glanced at the dead man on the bed, turned around and went into the bathroom, soaked a towel in hot water, wringed it dry, walked to the bed, and handed it over.
Lin Yan raised his eyelashes numbly, without any intention of moving.
Then, he saw Jing Yuanzhou suddenly leaned down under the calm gaze of the two of them.
Lin Yan's heart finally jumped a little, and he asked cautiously, "What are you doing?"
"It's not good to sleep like this just after sweating." Jing Yuanzhou looked down with a calm expression on his face, "If you don't want to move, I'll wipe it for you, don't worry, no service fee will be charged this time."
Lin Yan's gaze swept across the strands of hair that were hanging down just a short distance away, and was stunned for a moment. He didn't regain his senses until the wet towel touched his forehead, and hurriedly reached out and grabbed it: "I'll wipe it myself."
He doesn't have much strength in his whole body now, but as soon as he touched the towel Jing Yuanzhou, he let go of his hand, and he really grabbed it directly like this.
Jing Yuanzhou watched Lin Yan wipe his face in a perfunctory manner. He lowered his eyes and glanced down a little, and said, "Wipe your neck as well?"
There seemed to be an inexplicable burning sensation in the place where the sight swept across the neck.
Lin Yan was stunned for a moment, then after wiping it swiftly, he threw the towel back into Jing Yuanzhou's hand and wailed, "Let me go, Team Jing, and let me sleep for a while."
Jing Yuanzhou looked at this unlovable face, and finally stopped tossing him: "Go to sleep, I'll boil some hot water for you. When you wake up, you can just drink some."
Lin Yan gave a vague "um", rolled over the messy quilt beside him, turned around, and immediately buried the whole person in it.
He rarely shows a tired state in front of others. At this time, he is obviously really tired. He no longer cares about Jing Yuanzhou's gaze falling on him, and closed his eyes deeply.
In fact, when he was on the court before, he was already dizzy.
Although today's team voice has been kept as quiet as possible, in the process of this kind of game, communication within the team is indispensable after all, and the suffocation caused by the atmosphere is still inevitable.
Being in such an environment for too long, every minute and every second is a test of will.
Even Lin Yan, a person with an extremely tough heart, felt that he had almost reached the critical point of losing control for a moment.
After Jing Yuanzhou went back to the bathroom to stir up the towel, he hung it on the wall, poured a pot of water and boiled it. When he came out again, he found that the man on the bed had fallen asleep.
Lin Yan was almost lying on the bed, half of his face was buried in the pillow, only showing the smooth and distinct outline of half of his face. The eyelashes are very long and hang down quietly, like the wings of a butterfly in a rest. The quilt was rubbed together without image, and hugged tightly in his arms, as if in this way he could gain enough sense of security in his sleep.
Jing Yuanzhou stood at the head of the bed and looked at it for a while, making sure that Lin Yan was sleeping soundly, so he pulled a chair from the side, sat down and casually played with his phone.
The latest news came from Gu Luo, saying that the recording of the program over there has ended, and he is now on his way back to the hotel.
Because the GH base is not too far from here, they should have set off directly, but considering Lin Yan's situation, they chose to stay for one more night.
Jing Yuanzhou replied, "I know", and subconsciously glanced at the person on the bed again.
It can be seen that Lin Yan is obviously not willing to think about his past, so he has not chosen to tell other team members about PTSD. Even if he left early, he was looking for an excuse to be busy. If it wasn't for someone like Jing Yuanzhou in the know, I'm afraid he was preparing to fight everything silently by himself.
No matter how unruly this person usually behaves, in fact, he is most concerned about the development of the club.
Thinking of this, Jing Yuanzhou felt a slight pull in his heart.
Having been in the e-sports circle for so long, he is used to seeing all kinds of people, and he has seen a lot of hurried exits due to injuries and other reasons. Even, he is always ready to express his final reflections on his retirement.
But he never thought that such a self-proclaimed hard-hearted man felt a little distressed just looking at this sleeping face.
No matter how calm the performance is, the figure that is flying freely on the field today cannot be hidden.
Obviously, there is also the light that he wants to chase.
Jing Yuanzhou was silent for a moment, opened the browser on his mobile phone, and slowly entered the search term: PTSD treatment.
A faint light leaked into the falling curtains, which happened to lie between the two of them, swaying slightly with the wind, becoming the only dynamic.
When Lin Yan woke up, the sky had already completely darkened, he frowned slightly, rolled around with the quilt in his arms, and then opened his eyes in a daze.
He stretched out his hand and rubbed it lightly. Without knowing what time it was, his first reaction was to reach out and touch the phone, but when he looked up, he saw the vague outline beside the bed, and was stunned: "Scare me, sit down. What is going on here?"
Jing Yuanzhou: "I checked, this location has good feng shui."
Lin Yan: "..."
In this case, he should have made a few jokes, but for some reason, he always felt that Jing Yuanzhou's tone was slightly different from usual.
"Why don't you turn on the lights?" Lin Yan didn't ask more, but changed the subject with a confused head.
Just as he was about to get up to look for the switch, Jing Yuanzhou had already stood up first and turned on the bedside lamp.
The eyes of the two finally met.
Jing Yuanzhou asked, "Are you hungry? Order something to eat first?"
After saying this, Lin Yan did feel a little hungry: "Well, you didn't eat either? Just order some."
Jing Yuanzhou responded, poured a cup of hot water and handed it to Lin Yan, and called the hotel restaurant.
After a while, the waiter who delivered the meal rang the doorbell of the room.
Lin Yan felt some strength regained after filling his stomach. He glanced at the time, and instead of coveting his warm bed, he turned around and opened the suitcase next to him.
As soon as Jing Yuanzhou sorted out the garbage, he saw that Lin Yan had put the notebook on the table, and paused for a while: "Aren't you going to sleep?"
"Well, I'm full for the time being." Lin Yan responded casually, holding the mobile phone in one hand, and skillfully operating the mouse in the other hand, and opened a document in a blink of an eye, "The fight with IBB in the afternoon I found a lot of problems, not only for the opponent, but also for our team. Sure enough, we still have to experience it on the spot to find out. I think I should have found a jungler rhythm that is very suitable for our team. Write it down, go back and tell Abyss, it should be a big improvement.”
Jing Yuanzhou always knew that Lin Yan was a workaholic, but he never thought that he could be so crazy. He was like a salted fish in bed a second ago, and now he has to fight hard to improve the game record.
He subconsciously frowned, and the corners of his mouth lowered a bit.
But when his eyes fell on the back in front of the table, Jing Yuanzhou didn't say much. He just took the empty water glass and poured a cup of hot water, and put it in Lin Yan's hand, while he was holding the phone. He sat back on the sofa next to him.
During the whole process, no one spoke, but Lin Yan looked back subconsciously.
Seeing Jing Yuanzhou swiping his phone calmly, he lightly patted his forehead and started sorting out the newly collected data report.
Time passed minute by minute.
Lin Yan has always been very devoted to her work, until she heard Jing Yuanzhou standing up from the sofa, she realized that it was already 1 o'clock before she knew it.
Followed for a moment.
That is, the person sitting on the couch swiping their phone for hours
Such thoughts flashed through his mind, and the more Lin Yan thought about it, the more Lin Yan felt that something was wrong with Jing Yuanzhou today. Just as he was about to ask something, the screen of his mobile phone suddenly lit up, and a voice application prompt sounded.
Lin Yan lowered his head and glanced at the "Titans" note name on the voice initiator, and looked back subconsciously, only to see Jing Yuanzhou sitting on the bed, the screen of the mobile phone was the interface for initiating the voice.
Obviously face-to-face distance, you don't need to shout when you speak, but you still need to use a mobile phone
Lin Yan was stunned for a moment and then pressed the answer, his eyes met from a distance, and he asked with a smile, "What are you playing, Team Jing?"
There is no more than these spaces in the room. Jing Yuanzhou's voice came from the air, and gradually merged with the words in the receiver: "Actually, I have been thinking about the afternoon game just now."
Although it was a little inexplicable, Lin Yan actually thought this way of communication was quite fun, and smiled and picked up the phone and asked, "Did you find anything?"
"Yeah." Jing Yuanzhou replied softly, "I found something that seems to be imperative for you, so I want to ask you for a favor."
It sounds a little rare that only he can help.
Lin Yan raised his eyebrows slightly: "Come and listen?"
Jing Yuanzhou: "You know, I've been researching the way to get in touch with the team recently, but after all, as I get older, the older players are used to the retirement model of the BK team, and I feel a little bit unable to keep up with the rhythm of these young people. ."
Lin Yan laughed.
The BK team uses the pension mode, but it's true, just to say that the Titans can't keep up with the rhythm of the team? What about a liar
Except that Jing Yuanzhou did have a way of working in the research team, there was almost no truth to the others.
Jing Yuanzhou's expression did not change under Lin Yan's expression of "How are you fooling around": "However, after the game with IBB this afternoon, I suddenly found out that as long as you are on the same team, it seems that Instinctively, you can fight a lot more brutally. Coach Lin, don't you think it's very magical?"
Lin Yan: "???"
He turned the chair halfway on his toes, and raised the corners of his mouth without smiling: "Why don't we listen to this and feel like this is not a good word? With my team, you can exude your murderous instinct? Jing team, this will Let me have a reasonable doubt, have you been trying to beat me for a long time?"
Jing Yuanzhou raised his eyes slightly: "How is this possible. The reason for this special effect is obviously because your presence can make me feel particularly relieved."
Lin Yan half-smiled and waited for him to continue talking.
Jing Yuanzhou's expression was still calm: "Really, I have never felt so relieved on the field as this afternoon. This feeling is like as long as you are by my side, no matter what I do, There must be a perfect response. I think that's the kind of resonance within the team that I'm looking for."
Lin Yan: "... You might as well say that I am the destined object you are looking for."
Jing Yuanzhou raised his eyebrows: "If you understand it like this, it doesn't seem to be a problem."
The room was quiet for a moment, and Lin Yan couldn't help but let out a low laugh: "Okay, after such a big circle, the more you go, the farther you go. Tell me, what do you want me to do?"
"It's actually very simple." Jing Yuanzhou raised his eyes and said after a pause, "I just hope that when I have time, Coach Lin can accompany me to play a few more double rehearsal rounds to practice my skills, just find the feeling at that time. Maybe I can really be liberated from the rhythm of old age earlier, not necessarily, do you think that is the truth?"
Lin Yan was stunned: "I practice with you?"
Jing Yuanzhou replied: "From the performance of this afternoon, if my observation is correct, you should accept my voice fairly well. According to the previous statement, the voice of the double row should be better than that of the team game. The time is going to be a lot more relaxing, and it shouldn’t be a big problem to play two games together occasionally.”
Speaking of this, he pointedly pouted the corners of his mouth: "The feeling that the two of you are connected to the microphone is probably like how we use communication now. You see that we have been communicating for so long now, does that mean, Is my voice... within your acceptable range?"
The last sentence fell around, and Lin Yan didn't speak for a while.
He raised his eyes and looked at Jing Yuanzhou's expression. He didn't know what he was thinking, and the color of his eyes changed a few times in an instant.
At this time, he still didn't know what purpose this person had deliberately chatted with him for so long.
After a while, he laughed playfully: "Jing team, do you really want me to accompany you to practice? Or do you actively want to sell yourself to me for relief therapy?"
Jing Yuanzhou has tried to be as euphemistic as possible, but Lin Yan is too smart, and he doesn't want to pretend to be confused.
When exposed at this time, he simply didn't give any explanation: "Actually, you can understand it any way you want."
With such a calm attitude, Lin Yan was silent for a moment, without saying anything, and hung up the voice call that had lost its meaning. Sitting back in front of the computer again, he began to check the battle data that had just been sorted out.
It's just that, obviously, a little distracted.
The document stayed on the first page for a long time, and did not continue to read it for a long time.
There was an eerie silence in the room.
Just when Jing Yuanzhou thought he wouldn't answer, Lin Yan suddenly rubbed a mess of hair, and a slightly troubled voice came in a low voice: "This matter... If you're not in a hurry, you can wait until then. Look."
Jing Yuanzhou was stunned for a moment, and the curvature of the corner of his mouth was quietly distinct.
"Well, I'm not in a hurry."
Lin Yan could feel the clear line of sight that fell on him. For a moment, he only felt that he had no intention of working. He simply closed the notebook: "Go back to the base tomorrow morning, go to bed early."
The author has something to say: Jing Yuanzhou: Actively sell himself.
Lin Yan: Let me think about it~▼-▼