The E-Sports Circle’s Toxic Assembly Camp

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Until Lin Yan swept his gaze from 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 planning to minimize the window. As a result, Lin Yan's sudden appearance flicked and entered the matching interface again.

Jing Yuanzhou: "…………"

He almost can't remember when his hands were shaking last time.

Slowly exhaling, Jing Yuanzhou was about to sit down again when he saw a figure dangling in front of him.

Lin Yan quickly pulled the gaming chair away and sat down, and asked casually, "Do you mind if I play it? I saw you guys playing all afternoon today, and it really feels itchy."

For many professional players, each of their accounts is just like a golden gold, let alone qualifying, even in ordinary match games, it is impossible to borrow others to use them.

But Lin Yan is obviously not "others".

Jing Yuanzhou knew that this was to stop him from playing, so he paused and said, "Yes."

Lin Yan adjusted the shortcut keys in twos and threes, and the moment he entered, he caught a surprise and warm greeting from other teammates.

He didn't say much, but simply posted an icon of the pre-selected shooter position, and then calmly locked the hero among a series of question marks.

The entire chat channel was instantly obliterated by inquiries: [Jing Shen, myself? Stop playing the side lanes? 】

Lin Yan didn't want to talk to him, but after a glance, he finally replied: [Power leveling. 】

This time, the series of question marks on the barrage turned into rows of ellipsis.

Seeing this, Jing Yuanzhou couldn't help but smiled silently.

It is reasonable to suspect that after waking up tomorrow, the entry #titans找代练上分# will be topped on the hot search homepage.

Lin Yan did not look back, and could not see Jing Yuanzhou's expression.

This way, the back figure sitting in front of the gaming chair looks very serious.

Although Jing Yuanzhou's account has fallen out of the top 10 of the national server after not playing for a while, it is definitely the top echelon that can be matched.

In the face of these absolute passerby masters, Lin Yan's operation still seemed to be easy.

Replenishment, consumption, suppression, retreat...

As time passed, the economy of the bottom road gradually opened up completely, and it entered the rhythm of crushing unconsciously.

Jing Yuanzhou stood in the back like this, his eyes fell on Lin Yan, never moving away.

All the sounds of the game match are hidden inside the soundproof headphones, and only the keyboard and mouse hits are left in the entire training room, which is terribly quiet.

It wasn't until the enemy crystal in the screen was completely shattered that Lin Yan slowly took off the earphones and looked back.

The eyebrows were slightly raised, and the sloppy voice, as always, was slightly stretched: "The fine plus the leveling fee, find time to transfer it to me on WeChat."

In the case of self-knowledge, Jing Yuanzhou has always been very calm: "No problem."

Lin Yan glanced at the computer: "Are you still playing?"

Obviously it was a questioning tone, but the ending sound was clearly lowered a few points below, 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 shutdown button.

As always willful, and as always direct.

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 answer for a long time.

When I looked up, I saw Lin Yanzheng looking sideways at the messy ashtray, not knowing what he was thinking.

The light on the computer screen was completely dimmed, and the ashes in the tank were completely fainted in this empty training room.

Such a picture caught his eyes, causing Jing Yuanzhou's heart to jump slightly.

Before he could say anything, Lin Yan looked back and paused before asking, "Want to retire?"

A sentence without beginning and ending, just pierced into my heart without warning.

Jing Yuanzhou had never underestimated Lin Yan's keenness, but he did not expect that he could be so keen.

He didn't seem to know how to answer, and he was silent for a moment.

Finally, he sighed slowly and replied, "Perhaps."

Having been in the professional league for so many years, Jing Yuanzhou also knew that he was almost reaching his age, but whether it was the previous intention of bk management to start cultivating new talents, or following the gh team to re-fight the professional league, he has never been positive. I thought about this issue until... the recent retiring of Luni and Demen made him more or less more associated.

Judging from the current situation, although Jing Yuanzhou will not start to decline in a comprehensive state like Demen, it has already passed Luni's peak and strong period. In fact, he has realized something recently. Until today, he came back and sat in front of the computer after finishing the three high-intensity games... At least if it was replaced with the previous one, he would definitely not be so distinct during the training process. A feeling of powerlessness.

Everyone has everybody’s choice.

Whether he wants it or not, it is clear that he is almost at the time when he needs to make a final decision.

I thought that after such an ambiguous reply, I would be dragged and spoken. I didn't expect Lin Yan to be silent for a moment and nodded: "Well, I see."

With that, he dumped the cigarette butts in the ashtray into the trash can next to him.

But after a while, I couldn't help but spit out a few words: "If you have this idea, it means that you know you are an old player, so you should relax a little. What's the matter, the young people in the team return to the room one by one. Going to sleep, you are a large group of people who come here for training? I know, I can still understand the good intentions of being a leader as a captain. I don’t know, I’m afraid it’s an elderly person. The rebellious period comes very late, the more you need to rest, the more you like to run and abuse?"

In the end, Lin Yan seemed to feel more annoyed the more he thought about it, and his eyebrows curled up: "From another perspective, Jing Yuanzhou, what do you do when my boyfriend stares at you while sleeping in the car? I just want to let you take a little more rest, even one minute! On the way, the cooking aunty told me to prepare dinner in advance, and everything is set up, I just want you to go back to your room and refresh your spirit after eating. Well, if I didn’t find out, is this still going to be here all night? I said you are really..."

All the dissatisfaction and complaints came to an abrupt end when the eyes met when he looked up.

Jing Yuanzhou interrupted these babbling words: "It's me who is wrong."

Lin Yan was really full of all kinds of dissatisfaction at this time, but all the unhappy emotions were completely appeased in such a sincere sentence.

The corners of Lin Yan's mouth were lowered by a few points, and he felt unhappy about his coaxing attributes.

Just about to say something, the figure in front of him suddenly approached a few steps.

A power suddenly reappeared, and when he came back to his senses, Jing Yuanzhou had already been pressed onto the computer table within easy reach.

After the computer was turned off, the whole training room was alarmingly quiet. At this time, each other's breath fell into the ears so clearly.

Ambiguity flooded instantly.

Lin Yan's heart jumped slightly, and couldn't help but gently press against the man in front of him: "Just say it, what's this for? I tell you, seduction is useless!"

Jing Yuanzhou finally had a soft smile in his eyes: "I promise you, when you are in a bad mood, I will tell you, is this the head office?"

Lin Yan curled his lips non-committal.

The light in front of him dimmed in the next second, and Jing Yuanzhou leaned over and kissed him.

A very long, very long kiss, arbitrarily overflowing in this space that only belongs to them.

In the end, Jing Yuanzhou was unceremoniously pushed away by Lin Yan: "How many cigarettes did you smoke tonight? Go go, go back and brush your teeth!"

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The next day.

When the two went downstairs, the other players had already gathered in the training room.

Hearing Lin Yan's appearance, Luo Mo looked surprised: "Boss, are you upstairs? Why didn't anyone take care of you when I knocked on your door?"

Lin Yan glanced at the dark scene Yuanzhou secretly, and answered ambiguously, "Maybe I didn't pay attention."

After speaking, he rubbed the messy hair on his head: "What can I do early in the morning?"

Luo Mo didn't think too much, and said: "That's it. After yesterday's game, the finals list came out. The game time is determined next Tuesday. During the regular season, the only team that our team has lost is three. This The last game was somewhat of a revenge match. I wondered, did I just use this gimmick to record a pre-match promotional video or something?"

"Oh, yes." Lin Yan took the milk from Jing Yuanzhou and took a sip. "You really need to record a video before the finals. From this point of view, there is no problem. How do you want to shoot, are you sure?"

"Almost there is a direction, and some videos here can also be referred to." With that, Luo Mo clicked on his laptop and placed it on the desktop. "This is a promotional video of the two finals teams in the Korean division. They are. There is no National Day rest week before, so the progress of the game is faster than us. The video was released two days ago."

When the words fell, the others also surrounded him.

Seeing the team logo in the first promotional video, Bi Yaohua couldn't help showing a disgusting expression: "What the hell, is there no one in the Korean division? Can a team like win enter the finals?"

Luo Mo smiled: "Don't underestimate win, it's also the regional champion of the Spring Split. The data analyst has assessed that the overall strength is indeed top-notch."

The promotional video itself is only a few minutes, and after one segment is played, it automatically jumps to the next segment.

The new video was broadcast. This time Gu Luo gave a soft "ah": "Captain, isn't this the South Korean team where Song is the head coach? I didn't pay attention to it. Didn't it make it to the finals? Does this mean... they finally adjusted it?"

Luo Mo was a little at a loss: "Team Song? Who?"

Jianning also cast a puzzled look.

The surrounding atmosphere was subtle for a moment.

After all, Luo Mo entered the e-sports circle halfway through. Jian Ning started contacting the game "Hot" late at a young age. It is not clear that some people in the previous circle are also normal. But this Song team is also the man who served as the captain of the bk when Jing Yuanzhou first entered the professional league. Anyone who knows a little about the early history of the hot league will definitely not be unfamiliar.

The promotional video is still playing.

At this moment, a figure in a casual suit appeared on the screen, speaking fluent Korean: "I think...In short, this year's world championship can only belong to the king."

Obviously it was an extremely gentle look, but it was sufficiently compelling.

Lin Yan's eyes moved slightly.

He has indeed heard about the transfer of the team’s early captain Song Cheng and the team’s Korean striker flm to the South 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 seriously. It just didn't happen, because his appearance affected the retirement trajectory of Jing Yuanzhou's career. At the same time, it also caused more intersections in the world that should no longer appear.

The fingertips holding the milk cup rubbed slightly, and Lin Yan looked back at it.

From the moment the man appeared, Jing Yuanzhou's eyes stopped on the laptop screen.

It wasn't until the next figure was cut in the interview screen that he lowered his eyes and retracted his gaze: "It should be.".,,URL m..net,...: