Jiang Shuo has seen many patients in the hospital. When they knew that they would have to sit in a wheelchair for several years, or that their hands might be lost, most of the patients would be heartbroken and cry for a few days before they could slowly accept the reality. Some even suffer from depression and are very negative when cooperating with the doctor's treatment.
But this family is very strong—Zhou Lan has never cried, and she always has a gentle smile on her face. She is the most temperamental and tempered woman Jiang Shuo has ever met. Qin Mo was not yet eighteen years old, but he only shed tears when he first found out, and he soon returned to normal, looking very calm. Every day, Qin Yu pushes his wheelchair and takes his wife for a walk in the hospital. He also brings a laptop to his son. Since his son can't move his hands, he helps him press the mouse and keyboard. They were obviously sick and hospitalized, but the family seemed very relaxed.
Before being discharged from the hospital, Qin Mo walked into Jiang Shuo's office alone and asked him seriously: "Dr. Jiang, my hand has regained feeling, but my fingers are still very stiff. I want to know, how far can I recover? I used to I can play the piano music of the tenth grade, but will I not be able to do it in the future?"
Jiang Shuo said with some regret: "The dexterity of your fingers will definitely be affected. Playing the piano will be very difficult. You have to be mentally prepared."
Qin Mo asked: "What if I insist on practicing seven or eight hours a day?"
Jiang Shuo said: "You can't work too hard. If you practice for too long, it will bring a burden to your fingers. You need to discuss the specific rehabilitation plan with me, and don't mess around on your own."
Qin Mo was silent for a moment, then lowered his head and said, "Actually, I'm an e-sports player. If my hands can't recover to the previous level, I won't be able to play games anymore."
Jiang Shuo said in surprise, "Really? That's really... a pity."
Qin Mo pretended to smile calmly: "It's nothing. At least I have healthy limbs. Even if I don't play games, I can find a way to support myself."
"Well, you're still young, so it's best to be optimistic." Jiang Shuo said with a smile, "After being discharged from the hospital, you must go to the hospital for regular check-ups, and adjust the treatment plan according to the degree of recovery, so as not to leave sequelae."
"I see." Qin Mo stood up and said politely, "Thank you, Dr. Jiang."
Looking at the back of the boy leaving, Jiang Shuo suddenly became worried.
In fact, Qin Mo is not yet eighteen years old. There are many teenagers at this age who cry and make trouble because of plaster casts on their legs, but Qin Mo is very strong and sensible. Never show your sad side. But Jiang Shuo could sense that the young man was pretending to be relaxed, but his heart was actually bleeding.
***
It took Qin Mo more than a month to adjust his mentality. At the beginning of the autumn competition, he returned to the Fengse team calmly.
——Master has just retired, Fengse team needs him, he can't just leave, he must choose a substitute lineup before leaving.
At that time, the captain of the Fengse team was Yan Ruiwen. Yan Ruiwen is a very mild-tempered person. Qin Mo went to him first when he returned to the team: "Captain Yan, there is something I want to discuss with you."
Yan Ruiwen smiled and said, "Xiaomo, you came to see me so late, do you have something important to do?"
Qin Mo nodded, and said seriously: "My hand speed has dropped drastically, and I may not be able to play games this season. Fengse's lineup system has always been dominated by summoners. After the master left, I will hand over this important task to To me, but... I can't take over his class, so we must find a player who can replace me as soon as possible."
Yan Ruiwen was very surprised: "What do you mean by a sharp drop in hand speed? You are only under 18 years old, isn't it when e-sports players are at their best?"
Qin Mo lightly clenched his fingers and said, "Let's PK for a few rounds, and you'll know."
It was late at night, and the other players were asleep. Qin Mo and Yan Ruiwen came to the training room alone and turned on two computers, and logged in to the game to create a ring. Yan Ruiwen's profession is a long-range magician, and Qin Mo is a summoner. In the past, Qin Mo's winning rate was at least 60% in the PK between the two, but this night, Qin Mo was completely abused by Yan Ruiwen - losing ten games in a row.
Yan Ruiwen felt incredible—how could his level have dropped so much? ! Are his fingers barely moving on the keyboard
Looking at the pale young man sitting in front of the computer but with unusually determined eyes, Yan Ruiwen realized the seriousness of the problem. He looked back at Qin Mo's stiff hand and asked worriedly, "What's wrong with your hand?"
Qin Mo said indifferently: "My stable hand speed used to be 360, but now it is less than 160. That is to say, I can't even meet the most basic requirements of an e-sports player. As you can see, my fingers are very stiff. It's almost impossible to hit the keyboard."
Hearing him say this calmly, Yan Ruiwen felt distressed: "But, you are only under eighteen years old, and your future is boundless. Your master told me when he retired that I am older than you, and after two years I will I also retired, and the third captain of the Fengse team will be handed over to you. How could it suddenly become like this?"
"..." Qin Mo didn't know how to answer.
Of course he didn't want to become like this. He also knew that when his master left, Yan Ruiwen had told him to be the third captain of the style. The master thought highly of him and had always trained him as the team's successor. But now, things have happened, and he can only be stronger to face them. He can't say with a sad face, I had a car accident, and my hands can no longer play the game...
He didn't want to see those eyes of sympathy and pity for him, and he didn't need sympathy at all.
Taking a deep breath to calm himself down, Qin Mo turned his head and looked at Yan Ruiwen seriously: "Captain Yan, I told you this because I wanted to find a strategy as soon as possible. The next season will start soon, and the summoner player who will succeed me It must be cultivated as soon as possible.”
Yan Ruiwen was very embarrassed: "When your master was still in the team, because you were young and in your peak form, he always wanted you to take over his class, so the training camp did not train summoners, but magicians. A lot. You suddenly want to find a player who can take over from you, where will you find it in a while?"
Qin Mo said: "If you don't have one right now, then find a few talented rookies and train them again."
"That's the only way to do it..." Yan Ruiwen was silent for a moment, then asked suspiciously, "Why did your hand suddenly become like this?"
"A little finger injury." Qin Mo dismissed it lightly, and begged, "Captain Yan, can you keep it a secret for me? Please, keep it a secret for me."
"...Okay." Yan Ruiwen was a senior who watched Qin Mo grow up, and he really couldn't bear his situation. This young man was very proud in his bones, and he didn't want too many people to know about it. Seeing his pleading eyes, Yan Ruiwen had no choice but to agree to help him keep the secret.
***
At the beginning of the regular season, the Fengse team lost five games in a row. Qin Mo had been sitting in the audience watching the game, but instead sent newcomers to the field. This arrangement was questioned by many reporters.
"Deputy Qin, what do you mean by sitting in the audience this season? Is it because you haven't adjusted your mentality?" "Deputy Qin, do you have any explanation for Feng Se's mistakes in the last game?" "Fengse has lost so many games in a row, do you still plan to continue watching?" The reporters asked one after another, and some radical fans even left a message in Weibo private messages: "Garbage, get out of the league yet, Not even half of your master." "Don't embarrass yourself, you are the only vice-captain? The vice-captain sitting in the audience?!" "Look at others Xiao Han, then look at yourself, with him And you don’t feel ashamed to call Gemini?”
It wasn't until that moment that Qin Mo deeply realized that the field of competition is actually cruel and ruthless.
—When you hold the championship trophy in your hand, countless people praise you as a rare genius.
—And when you can't perform very dazzlingly on the court, those who once praised you, but keep saying that you are a piece of garbage.
Qin Mo's heart also gradually became colder from that time on.
He suddenly discovered that those halos on his body and the countless honors he had won were actually nothing special.
Those sarcasm and sarcasm will become numb after reading too much. Qin Mo no longer logs in to Weibo or pays attention to the forum. He didn't explain why he didn't play - because his hands hadn't recovered yet, if he played, Feng Se would lose even worse and be more humiliated.
What he wants to do most is to select a group of talented players before leaving, so that the future of the Fengse team will not be so difficult.
But at this time, the main treatment staff had an accident at home and were about to retire, which undoubtedly made things worse for Feng Se.
After a secret discussion between Yan Ruiwen and Qin Mo, they decided to speed up the process of selecting newcomers. Yan Ruiwen was in charge of arranging tactics, and Qin Mo spent every day in the training camp supervising the training of new recruits. He brought up Zhou Xuewei as a treatment substitute, and then discovered Qiu Zongping, Zhao Xingchen, Lin Yao, Yuan Xi, etc. in the training camp. Excellent player.
Among these newcomers, Zhou Xuewei is smart and calm, Zhao Xingchen is very good at sneak attacks, Lin Yao is good at long-distance kiting, Qiu Zongping is the most stable, and Yuan Xi's style of play is very aggressive.
After replacing the newcomer to the bench, Qin Mo finally felt relieved.
Fengse's performance in the regular season is very poor, and it has been determined that they will not be able to enter the playoffs. So in the last few games, under Yan Ruiwen's suggestion, Qin Mo also played to try. It was already a few months after the car accident, and his fingers recovered enough to be able to type on the keyboard, but his dexterity was not comparable to before, so he lost touch with the newcomers, and attracted a group of reporters to bombard him.
Yan Ruiwen wanted to get angry at the reporter, but Qin Mo stopped him with his gaze.
Backstage, Qin Mo said seriously: "Captain Yan, you promised to keep it secret for me, so let me leave in peace. I don't want to see those people pity me."
Yan Ruiwen's heart ached, but he had no choice but to hug the stubborn Qin Mo. In the end, he could only gently hug the strong boy.
Fengse failed to make it to the playoffs that season, but everyone was in a good state of mind, and the team members were not depressed. In addition, Zhou Xuewei won the best rookie award, which at least gave everyone some psychological comfort.
After the season ended, Yan Ruiwen took the initiative to invite all the contestants to sing at the KTV. Everyone had a great time. Yan Ruiwen drank too much and asked Qin Mo to say something to everyone. Qin Mo had no choice but to pick up the microphone and said seriously: "The style of this season The results are indeed not good, but everyone must remember—Team Fengse has always been a first-class team in the professional league, even if you lose the game, you must not lose confidence." His eyes slowly swept across the young faces , Said word by word, "During the World Series, the players who failed to be selected for the national team can just rest for a month, and then pick up your best fighting spirit and continue to work hard next season!"
The deputy team has always spoken so seriously recently, and everyone is used to it. Someone took the lead in applauding, and the KTV suddenly became noisy.
Qin Mo looked at this group of energetic newcomers, smiled slightly, put down the microphone, turned around and walked to the corner to sit down.
He will leave Fengse soon, and he is very reluctant.
The only thing that comforted him was that the Fengse team was not destroyed in his hands. He spent the past six months, enduring the pain in his hand, secretly going to the hospital for treatment, and quickly selecting new recruits. This season is the most difficult time for Fengse, but Qin Mo believes that when the players like Zhou Xuewei and Zhao Xingchen mature, Fengse's performance will definitely improve, and they will once again rank among the top teams.
He failed his master's cultivation for many years, but... he tried his best.
***
Before the start of the World Series, Qin Mo suddenly announced his retirement, left the Fengse Club, and canceled all his information in the professional league.
Only then did Zhou Xuewei learn the truth from Zhou Lan, and she was out of breath from crying. Qin Mo patted her on the shoulder lightly and comforted her: "Don't cry, I've been playing games outside all these years, it's very difficult for me. I seldom spend time with my parents, my mother can’t walk now, it’s better if I go home and spend more time with her…”
Zhou Xuewei said with red eyes: "But, are you willing?"
Qin Mo's heart stabbed suddenly, this girl saw through the deepest weakness in his heart at a glance.
He is reluctant.
He couldn't bear to part with Fengse Club, and he also couldn't bear to part with these players brought together by himself.
But in the end, the only thing he could do was to give up.
Qin Mo turned around and walked towards the press conference. Many reporters came to the scene, and the photographers kept pressing the shutter to take pictures of him. The spotlights under the stage were extremely glaring, and the questions of the reporters became more and more acute. Some said that he retired because of his poor mental quality and could not withstand failure. , Some also said that it was irresponsible for him to leave like this, and he was totally sorry for his master's cultivation...
Qin Mo has always remembered a sentence from his master: "Speak less and do more." He also knows the truth that "the more you describe, the darker it is, and the more you explain, the harder it is to explain".
He did what he should do, so he can leave very calmly.
Facing the bombardment of the reporters, the boy who was less than eighteen years old bent down and bowed deeply to everyone: "Sorry, I let you down."
Then, he straightened his back and turned and walked out of the press conference - he didn't want to explain more, because he had a clear conscience.
The only thing I didn't expect was that Xiao Han would suddenly fly to Shanghai and ask him what was going on face to face.
"I'll wait for you to come back!" Xiao Han's voice seemed to echo in the corridor, "When we meet again one day, you can beat me with your own hands!"
"There won't be that day." Qin Mo quickly walked through the long corridor as if fleeing, because he was worried that Xiao Han would see the tears in the corner of his eyes.
He thought sadly: Xiao Han, maybe I will never be able to defeat you again in my life.
I once said that I would go to the World Series with you, that I would win another trophy, and take another photo...
But I broke my promise. Really sorry.
Qin Mo took a photo of him and Xiao Han holding the world champion, carefully put it in his wallet, and then dragged the suitcase and left the Fengse Club.
It rained lightly that night, Qin Mo raised his head, and the "Fengse E-sports Club" hanging on the second floor was drenched by the rain, probably because the rain blurred his vision, and the row of big characters gradually became unclear to his eyes.
He still remembers that when he first came to the club at the age of fifteen, looking at the big characters, his heart was full of expectations for the future, and he thought, he would stay at this club for at least five or six years—he never Thinking that my career will be so short.
Now that he was about to leave, he looked back at the club's signboard and found that he was actually very lucky. Became an e-sports player at the age of fifteen, recognized a very good master, and won the best rookie award in the year of his debut. Over the years, he has won many trophies with the Fengse team, and was fortunate to be selected for the national team to participate in the World Series. He has played against world-class e-sports players, he has taken pictures with the world championship trophy in his hand, and his e-sports career in the past few years has been very exciting.
— He never regrets coming here.
Qin Mo smiled slightly, turned around and left Fengse Club, and completely lost news in the e-sports circle.
It wasn't until the public beta of the game "Unique Jianghu" with a new operation mode, that a swordsman who was reborn from nirvana finally appeared on the Xijiangyue server in the first district of China Telecom—Mohen.