[full-time master] short story

Just caught up with the team competition.

Everyone is on the run.There is no time to hurt spring and autumn.

So Ye Xiu sealed up a large amount of memories as a matter of course, occasionally called Su Mucheng, and did not mention the deceased youth.Because I don’t know how to say it, so it’s as if nothing happened. As the days go by, it settles down and forms a hard shell at the bottom of the memory, which cannot be turned over, stirred up, or removed. Lose.

——It’s just that sometimes when I wake up on a single bed in the dormitory, I suddenly find that there is no silence without another snoring sound, which makes it impossible to fall asleep.

"Actually, these are not important." Su Mucheng said, "It would be great if he was still there."*

When Glory first released the Wild Boss, everyone fought fiercely.He and Su Muqiu didn't have a guild at that time, so they could only make trouble, and it was difficult to really grab it.In the end, Su Muqiu took the initiative to discuss business with Baqixiongtu. The main idea is that you hire us to fight the boss for you, and the rare materials will be shared equally, and nothing else will be given.

The president of the trade union was almost speechless, saying, what good are we doing?

At least we won't come to snatch your bosses. You are taking advantage of the so-called war plan.

In the end, he finally persuaded the hesitant union president, Su Muqiu gave Ye Xiu a V across the computer screen.

Ye Xiu said you can do it, Sun Tzu knows the art of war.

Wouldn't those who play tactics be ashamed to come out to meet people if they memorized Sun Tzu's Art of War?Su Muqiu was very proud, showing off to Ye Xiu while following the guild members.He was sitting behind the computer opposite, Ye Xiu couldn't see his face, but he thought he was smiling, so he secretly decided to recite a few more sentences next time to show off to Su Muqiu, and he had to recite the remote It's too vulgar for Xu Rulin's 36 tricks to be the best strategy.

It wasn't until later that he really recited it, but he forgot why he made this determination in the first place.

What would happen if Su Muqiu was here?

Ye Xiu almost never imagined this problem.There are too many unpredictable things.Maybe they will play Glory together, maybe one of them will transfer to become an opponent on the court, and fight against each other for ten years like him and Han Wenqing, or who will retire first and leave this battlefield to do a brand new one. struggle.

It's all possible.It's all very normal.

But when he stood on the stage of the 37-game winning streak, he still only thought of Su Muqiu.

You see, I still left you a room for transcendence.

He thought, as if that person was still here, somewhere in the battlefield of glory.

- just wait!

And if it was that person, he would definitely answer him like this.

10

The heavy rain that day came too fast.The two went to the Internet cafe outside Santiao Street to fight in the arena, and they both forgot to take an umbrella when they went out, so they had to stand at the door and sigh at the rain—but they had to go, and if they didn't go, the little money they won was behind them and they lost their eyes. I'm afraid they won't be able to keep the red two people staring at each other.

So they simply rushed all the way into the rain.At first, he covered his head in a decent manner, but later he didn't care when he was soaked through. Instead, he was indescribably hearty, and couldn't help laughing as he ran.

Su Muqiu said you were laughing, but looking back at his ghostly face soaked by the rain, he couldn't help laughing too.

What a pity.He said, but his hand was still holding a few pink bills in his pocket.

Yeah, hell.Su Muqiu said, the corners of his eyes and brows were filled with complacency.

After all, they won.

After returning home, the two could only squeeze together to take a shower.The water is always lukewarm and not hot enough, let alone enough to cover two people, half of the body is a little hot and the other half is still cold.Ye Xiu started to sneeze with the foam on his head.

Su Muqiu said at a glance that you are not so fragile.

Ye Xiu said you're just like a little girl? Look at you, you don't have any fat—well, give me a shot.

The bathroom was also crowded and full of sundries, and the two of them struggled to switch positions and almost knocked over the bucket on the side.Su Muqiu's bony back brushed against Ye Xiu's chest like a knife.

Ye Xiu stood in the water, subconsciously staring at the boy who passed by, and closed his eyes only after the foam washed away.

At that moment, it was like being possessed.

Afterwards, the eldest young master who still ran away from home couldn't bear the torment and had a fever, and his movements were a bit slow when he was writing books at night.Su Muqiu felt something was wrong, walked over and touched his forehead with his hand: You have a fever.

It's your cold hands.Ye Xiu was still stubborn.

Just go ahead and do it.Without saying a word, Su Muqiu took off his earphones, rushed him back to sleep, piled the quilts of both of them on him, ran to the kitchen, and got a big bowl of brown sugar and ginger water: drink quickly.

Ye Xiu took a sip before he could spit it out: Are you taking advantage of my illness to kill me?

Su Muqiu said you know what to drink, it's to drive away the cold.

Normally, Ye Xiu might have struggled a bit, but today he knew he couldn't beat Su Muqiu, so he resisted and drank the bowl of food that he didn't know how to make, but his body became really hot and he sweated a little.Su Muqiu pressed the corner of the quilt for him, and said: Call me if you need anything.He touched his forehead before going out.

——that cold hand always seemed to rest on his forehead.

Ye Xiu closed his eyes, but fell asleep in a daze, and he was fine the next day.

11

After Xingxin really won the championship, everyone seemed to be still in a trance, and even the joy was always a little unreliable.Because of the history of the Challenger League that year, this time the league specially sent people to watch Xingxin, fearing that this new team would forget about the press conference even if they were "too happy" and "inexperienced"--I didn't even think about it. The team has long been used to the process for a season.

The problem is actually those few.

Before the preparation.Did you expect such a result.Were you serious about winning the championship?future plans.

In the previous question, Ye Xiu came to defend him as usual. Even if his ten-year old player only participated in the press conference for one year, he was enough to deal with the reporters.It was just the last question. He thought about it for a long time and said that he might consider retiring.

When he said these words, he held the account card of Lord Grim in his pocket, so hard that the edge of the card was printed into his palm.

But those who can't hold it are always unable to hold it.

The one who should let go always has to let go.

Ye Xiu just didn't know, this time, when he handed over Lord Grim's account card again, would his hands tremble like when he handed over One Autumn Leaf.

In the end, Chen Guo still couldn't stand it, and cried after the press conference.Tang Rou hugged her and said it was a happy thing, what's the matter.

Chen Guo said that she was very happy.

Wei Chen was smoking a cigarette at the side until his whole body seemed to be buried in the smoke, and then he suddenly raised his arms and said that he would not return today if he was not drunk!

Fang Rui said oh oh oh, didn't you pour it in a glass, old Wei?

Wei Chen pretended to kick him and said, "Look, I've drunk you down."I think back then...

Ye Xiu stood behind and laughed along.Su Mucheng stood beside him, and laughed too, tears streaming down her face.

At the celebration banquet, everyone who had experienced Ye Xiu's miracle of pouring a glass of wine tacitly turned their finger on Wei Chen, who was able to drink, and Fang Rui, who seemed to be able to drink, and then found that Dim Sum was indeed worthy of the name of a criminal group. Lasted two more cups than Sun Zheping.At this time, Chen Guo also wiped away her tears and followed everyone to High, and the whole group came down to cheers in the hotel lobby, as if they were going to knock off the roof.Ye Xiu instinctively wanted to slip away, but Su Mucheng and Tang Rou watched him from left to right, and said that you will be indispensable in the end.

In the end, Old Wei's tongue was straightened, and Tian Qiyue, Zhongmian and others were willing to let him go, and came over with a cup, saying, God Ye, let's toast you together.

Ye Xiu said that this means that I must go back sideways?

Everyone laughed and said that this is not happy.

Ye Xiu raised his hands in a gesture of surrender, saying come on come on.

Then as expected, a cup was poured.

12

In the dream, it seemed that he was still at the press conference.He sat in the middle as usual, with a "Team Xingxin Captain" sign in front of him, waiting for questions from all directions.

Then a voice was heard asking:

You used Lord Grim to win 37 consecutive victories, was it because of Su Muqiu?

This question was extremely abrupt and weird, but everything was smooth in the dream, and he answered without even the slightest resistance:

Not entirely because of Su Muqiu. After all, Ye Xiu and Su Muqiu are two completely unrelated individuals. After so many years, don't you think I also came here alone?

But why not for him?

I want Glory to remember his name.At least remember Jun Moxiao, remember this account that carried his unfulfilled dream, remember that no one else can do it, such a thing.

——In the end, after so many years, I still haven't been able to forget it.

When Ye Xiu opened his eyes, he found that it was still dark, and he was in his own bedroom in Shanglinyuan. Old Wei was snoring like thunder early on the opposite bed, and occasionally ran a few incomprehensible vague sleep words.He accidentally got up, went to the training room, and sat on a chair by the wall.

It was about five or six o'clock.The sky was dimly blue through the half-drawn curtains, and there was no one there.He subconsciously reached out to touch the cigarette, but couldn't find it, but heard clear keyboard and mouse tapping sounds.

It's like there is a person sitting behind the computer opposite.

He listened, but didn't know why he didn't turn his head to look, and let the voice come over clearly and continuously, slowly engulfing him like a continuous sea wave.He sat there, drowsy again, only partially awake listening to the voice.

Da da da.Da da da da.Da da.

Neither happy nor sad.He sat half asleep and half awake, waiting, only to feel that his heart was very peaceful, as if it should have been like this, it should have been like this, all the time