Tong Yao went to find Ai Jia and the others, but Lu Sicheng didn't feel relieved, and told him to remember to go back to ZGDX's own lounge to review the tactics, and then turned and left.
As a result, ten minutes after the start of the third match between YQCB and HUAWEI, everyone in the team waited and couldn't wait for the nursery rhyme.
Finally, he found his mid laner at the door of YQCB's lounge, with a dazed and unsightly expression on his face.
"What are you doing here?" Lu Sicheng stepped forward and picked her up.
"YQCB's third life-and-death game, Ai Jia, didn't even make it, she was a substitute." Nursery Yao stood up staggeringly, her eyes probably collided with Lu Sicheng, but her eyes were not focused.
"I saw it."
"… "
The nursery rhyme belongs to the kind of person who has been bitten by a snake for ten years and is afraid of the rope. When he saw the third substitution, he felt a little stunned, and immediately squatted at the door of YQCB and refused to leave. Now, seeing Lu Sicheng's calm face, Her eyes lit up, as if she had found some life-saving driftwood, and grabbed his hand: "Ai Jia didn't do anything, just spoke a little louder, she won't be punished, right? She won't be suspended, right? Jin Yang She didn't do anything either. She usually wouldn't take any loss at all. As a result, considering Ai Jia's competition today, she swallowed all her grievances. Isn't that enough? So of course, there are so many conspiracies - no one cares if the person they like is a shining player or a star, it's just a simple liking..."
Incoherent appearance.
I stumbled several times in the middle.
Lu Sicheng listened patiently for a while, seeing that the people in front of him became more and more confused and pale, and finally he could only sigh helplessly, and raised his hand to cover her mouth—
He felt her trembling slightly.
When the warm and dry hands pressed against the cold face, the sound of the nursery rhymes came to an abrupt end...
The empty hallway, not far from a door with poor sound insulation, came in from the outside, the voice of the commentator explaining the game on the playing field... The girl leaned her back against the wall, as if that was all her support, she lightly She blinked lightly, raised her hands, and silently held the palm of the man's lips on her lips.
Looking at those quiet dark brown pupils for a few seconds, she lowered her eyes, pulled his hand away, and asked in a low voice with little emotion: "Pro players are also people, and there will be people you like, think about it. What's wrong with being with someone you love?"
"… "
"Or," the nursery rhyme asked in a low voice, "is such an idea itself wrong?"
"'Because I'm a public figure, I don't have any part of my body, hair or skin. I exist to win games, to please fans, to play for the team, and to do these things at all costs' - you mean this kind of thinking Of course some people would think so, but if even the players themselves think so, it would be bad..." Lu Sicheng's voice sounded unhurried, speaking a long sentence that he rarely speaks, "In my opinion, the competition Winning or losing is important, but compared to the fans' satisfaction with the results, our players are the ones who face the results more directly. Selfishly speaking, this is our own business - thank you very much for your love and support, but The so-called game winning or losing seems to really have nothing to do with you - this is the reality - "
"Brother Cheng."
"What?"
"Can I hug you?"
"… "
When the man leaning against the wall raised his face and said this, the man's originally calm voice suddenly stopped. At the same time, before he could answer, she had already opened her arms and buried herself in the man's arms—in the corridor where the air was all alone, her cheeks against his chest, her arms under the cover of his waist coat Collapsing and collapsing…
"Don't worry, don't care," she buried in the man's arms, her voice dull, "I'll hug you first."
"..." Lu Sicheng lowered his head, looked at the guy with an ostrich-like face in his arms, and twitched the corners of his lips, "...What's with the tone that the end of the world is about to come?"
"I don't know if such good abs and chest muscles won't belong to me tomorrow," Tong Yao rubbed her face, "It's like the end of the world."
"… "
Lu Sicheng did not speak.
For a long time, the commentator outside began to broadcast a wave of team battles, and shouted something annoyed, "Oh, this mistake, if it was Ai Jia, I would definitely not have made it", he stretched out his backhand and hugged the person in his arms. live-
A very close embrace.
He clearly felt her unease became clearer and clearer than before today.
What annoyed him was that, facing her unease, for the first time, he had a feeling that he had no way to start—
Don't know what to do.