In the second game, one point was drawn, and the CK team members saw sunshine on their faces again. Everyone heard that there was a new gossip before the game, so after the game, they rushed to the backstage and couldn’t wait to take out their mobile phones. —
So as soon as Jian Yang stepped into the lounge, he heard the comrade Lucky Lai, who placed an order in his house, staring at his mobile phone and roaring: "Damn!!!!!! What does China Telecom smiling mean! Damn it!!!! They really found a girl! Come for a career?!!!"
Jian Yang paused, then walked over quickly, took the phone away from Haoyunlai's hand, and glanced at the news feed Haoyunlai's Weibo homepage that Haoyunlai was swiping, his face instantly became very ugly—
Good luck: "What the hell?"
Jian Yang: "It's her."
Good luck: "?"
Jian Yang: "The ancestor of the Great Dance God."
Good luck: "Fuck!"
Good luck: "Your ex-girlfriend?! Smiling?! The first LeBlanc in the national service?! Muay Thai warning from the front! Give you one more chance, say it again?!"
At this time, the rest of the lounge, including the other members of the CK team and the staff, all turned their heads and looked at Jian Yang, Jian Yang threw the phone back to Good Luck, and said in a low voice, "I teach her League of Legends. Yes, in the summer before I started playing professionally, she started the game in the mid lane..."
Good luck: "You let it?"
Jian Yang responded, "She hits, so I can catch her as a jungler."
Good luck: "Nakano linkage?"
Jian Yang: "Well... Later, I started a career. She was in the third year of high school. I was busy. I had a fight over trivial matters and broke up. She went abroad after the college entrance examination."
Everyone in the CK team: "..."
CK team manager: "… be optimistic."
Jian Yang: "..."
"...Yes," Butterfly, ADC player of the CK team, gave Jian Yang a thumbs up and said with admiration, "I cultivated the enemy's spy from a young age, cultivated her into the No. 1 LeBlanc in the national service, and then broke up with her, forcibly raising a wave of hatred. , and then let her join a rival team."
Support player Lao Wang crossed Erlang's legs, grinned and followed Butterfly with a gloating smile: "Yang Shen, tsk tsk, amazing."
Good luck came and started to pat his thigh: "Yang Shen, what kind of hatred does our team have with you, what kind of hatred..."
"In this way, the official announcement must have signed the contract, and it is estimated that there is no way to save it." The manager of the CK team came over and patted Jian Yang's shoulder, "Don't think about it for now, and play the remaining games... Really, Be optimistic."
Jian Yang: "..."
However, the team manager's advice proved to be useless.
Jian Yang couldn't be optimistic at all.
The fact that nursery rhymes joined the ZGDX team had a greater impact on him than the members of the ZGDX team itself—the kind of cabbage that had been raised with great difficulty, even if he was not able to be arched by himself, the unpleasant feeling of being arched by other pigs lingered in his chest for a long time. Unforgettable... The consequence is that after the third game started, the fans of CK team found that their great Sun God was formatted back to the bird state of the first game——
That is, "either in death or on the way to death".
This led to the third game of the CK team being pressed and rubbed on the floor by the ZGDX team, and the performance was bad like a fake match-
And this time after the game, no one dared to ask Jian Yang what was going on with him, because the first thing he said after the third round was to apologize to his teammates, and then he asked for good luck to borrow his phone.
Good luck: "What are you doing?"
Jian Yang: "Call her."
Luckily, he asked, "Where's your cell phone? Is it out of battery?"
Jian Yang pursed his lower lip: "It was blocked."
As soon as the words fell, I immediately felt sympathetic eyes from all directions, and I had good luck obediently handing out my mobile phone to Jian Yang and at the same time exhorting: "solve it well, stabilize your mentality-the next time you lose, you will go home, this year's MSI (* mid-season) The Invitational Tournament, an important international large-scale event in which the champion team of the spring division of each division participates on behalf of the division) is held in Shanghai, and the baby does not want to miss it."
Jian Yang took the phone, muttered "understood", and went out...
He wasn't going to make phone calls in the lounge and be watched as monkeys, so he simply hid in the player-only bathroom. Except for the last one with the door closed, the rest of the bathroom was empty. Jian Yang thought that the toilet was under maintenance. He didn't take it to heart, he closed the door after entering, and dialed a number he had memorized—
The phone rang twice and was picked up.
Jian Yang fed twice, but he didn't hang up when he heard his voice on the other side, but he didn't speak for a while, so Jian Yang could clearly hear the surrounding noise coming from the microphone on the opposite side, and the two commentators seemed to be discussing the one just now. put the game...
Jian Yang instantly became worse.
"Hello? Nursery Rhymes? I saw the official announcement of the China Telecom team on Weibo. Why did you really come to play a career? Or go to the China Telecom team? Weren't you very opposed to playing a career at the beginning, but you came here again..."
Jian Yang waited for a while and then the noise on the opposite side quieted down, probably because the nursery rhyme temporarily left the arena and came outside... Then she seemed to finally stop and found a good corner to speak, and said something briefly, Jian Yang paused after listening to it. down, a little irritated and turned around in place—
"I don't care about you, how the hell can I care about you? I'm just wondering why you don't tell me if you want to play pro - tell me why? Wouldn't it be better for you to come to my team than to go to the operator team? Yes, yes, we do have them now. The starting mid laner, you don't want to come to see the water dispenser and sit on the cold bench, but here's me—what the hell! Repeat the nursery rhyme! Who do you call me?!"
Jian Yang's voice rose a little, and he was so angry that he wanted to vomit blood—
"I teach you all your games! The clients on your computer are all downloaded by me! If you come to play a career, I have to know it through Weibo! … The Weibo I just posted, is there ten seconds of the fuck?! Fuck me, nursery rhyme! Are you fucking afraid that you won’t get mad at me?!”
After Jian Yang roared, the other side was silent for a while, and then he clearly heard the nursery rhyme say calmly: "Are you so excited about this that the whole audience is going crazy?]
"Is it not good?"
In order to restrain himself from the urge to drop the phone, Jian Yang turned on the phone and threw it on the sink, with his hands on the sink, he looked in the mirror and raised his lips mockingly—
"Send your future club a spring championship."
The other side was silent again.
[This is Mingshen's retirement battle, don't use your shitty actions to bury people here, they are your seniors anyway, respect the next person.]
Some indifferent female voices clearly sounded in the quiet bathroom—
[Champion or something, who wants you to give it as a friendly gift, we have the strength to take it.]
Jian Yang: "..."
us.
us? !
Staring at the mobile phone on the sink, Jian Yang's eyes were about to fall, and his mind was full of "we", "us" and "us"—
Our eggs! ! ! ! !
Are you familiar with them? ! ! ! !
Are you familiar? ? ? ? ? ? !
He opened his mouth but didn't speak, for fear that when he opened his mouth, the grass-mud horse that was running wildly in his heart would jump out of his mouth. He heard the other side calmly say: [Nothing else to hang up, what does it have to do with you when I take a career? Jumping up and down, isn't this inexplicable? Play your game well.]
Jian Yang did not speak.
Then the other side hung up without hesitation.
In addition to the busy tone of Dudu, there is only Jian Yang who is crazy with anger, has no idol baggage, and now just wants to roll around on the floor. He raised his foot and kicked the bathroom wall frantically to vent his anger.
"Fuck me fuck me fuck!"
At this moment, he heard the sound of the door lock being pulled open from the innermost compartment!
Jian Yang's movements were frozen, he turned his head stiffly, and was considering whether it would be better to kill the person who came out of it, no matter who it was. walked out slowly-
The young man lowered his eyes and looked lazy. He was wearing a red and black team uniform with the "ZGDX" logo and the small logo of the Chinese telecom operator... When he walked out, he had a root between his fingers that was almost burning out. Cigarette, when passing through an open compartment door, he threw the cigarette butt into the toilet of a certain compartment, and he came to the sink.
A faint smell of tobacco penetrated into the nose.
Jian Yang: "..."
The man pressed the disinfectant, carefully rubbed his slender and neat hands, and put them under the induction faucet...
The sound of rushing water sounded.
Jian Yang: "...Brother Cheng?"
Lu Sicheng raised his eyelids, as if he noticed someone else in the bathroom, and turned his head slightly: "Huh?"
Jian Yang: "... You are here."
"Well." Lu Sicheng responded, "Sneak out and smoke. Otherwise, Xiao Rui will read again."
If the ZGDX team ordered smoking cessation, they were fined 1,000 yuan for each time they were caught. Old fritters like Lu Sicheng were also given special care, and they were fined 3,000 yuan for each time they were caught.
Jian Yang: "...Oh."
Now it's not a question of whether Jian Yang wants to kill someone or not. He feels that it may be faster to commit suicide by pressing his head in the toilet.
And here Lu Sicheng finished washing his hands, took out the paper towel and wiped his hands, and then while Jian Yang was watching seriously, he raised his hand to smell it, made sure there was no smell of smoke, and then put it down with satisfaction... After that, it was like Thinking of something, he said casually, "You know our new mid laner?"
"… "
It's still coming.
Jian Yang stiffened, looked at the man standing in front of him in the mirror, and nodded slowly: "Did you hear that?"
"The speakerphone is so loud, it's hard to hear it." Lu Sicheng raised his lips and said half-jokingly.
"..." Jian Yang twitched the corners of his lips with difficulty, "What did you hear when you laughed?"
Lu Sicheng was silent, as if he thought about it seriously, and then said slowly, "You said that you have to bury the gods when you operate the dishes, or something."
"… "
"interesting."
"what?"
"she."
"… "
After the man finished speaking, he turned and left.
Leaving Jian Yang to stand still—
Looking at Lu Sicheng's tall and straight back, he suddenly felt an inexplicable but unprecedented sense of crisis.