[E-sports] On the road is not a two-way road!

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It wasn't until five or six o'clock that He Qingyang fell asleep in a daze full of anxiety.

But no matter when you fall asleep with the set alarm clock, it will vibrate dutifully when the time comes.

He Qingyang pulled himself out of the bed with difficulty, wiped his face, and forced himself to wake up.

But his phone was still vibrating persistently, and when he swiped to the right to turn off the alarm, what appeared on the phone screen was still the threatening text message from last night.

With a splitting headache, he stretched out his hand and rubbed his temple.

At this time, his cell phone rang suddenly, but he didn't care, he turned off the screen of the cell phone, then turned and went to the bathroom to wash up.

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When He Qingyang went out, he could see the sofa where Jiang Sizhen slept last night.

The quilt on that sofa has been neatly folded, but the owner of the quilt has disappeared.

What the hell did Jiang Sizhen do again?

He Qingyang only felt that his head was hurting more, like the sequelae of not sleeping well last night, and his temples throbbed suddenly, which made half of his heart soaked in ice.

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It has to be said that the efficiency of bank transfers is quite fast.At a quarter past eight, He Qingyang finished the procedure of transferring money, and just after he came out of the bank, he received an interrogation call from his parents.

He Qingyang knew that he could not hide from his parents that he transferred a huge sum of 30 yuan.

Although his parents won't interfere with the money he earns, Father He and Mother still feel the need to interrogate his son about spending 30 yuan without saying a word.

After all, in the small eighteenth-tier city where He Qingyang was born, 30 yuan could even buy a rough house.

"Qingyang," Father He is considered a relatively enlightened parent, but when encountering this kind of thing, no matter how enlightened the parent is, he will be a little impatient.

"... Have you been deceived?" Father He considered his words carefully.

"There are banners posted on the walls on our side—it's that so-and-so in our neighborhood, the old man who often goes out for a walk at night—" Father He almost couldn't catch his breath.

"He was defrauded of 25 yuan online, and was posted on the wall by the community as a negative teaching material!"

Father He emphasized the pronunciation of '25' and 'cheat' in order to make He Qingyang notice the seriousness of the matter.

"Tell Dad, have you been cheated too?"

Of course He Qingyang was not deceived, he just lent the money to Jiang Sizhen.

But would his father believe him when he told it?

Father He would never believe it, he still knew what his own son was like.

With He Qingyang's stingy look, when he was in primary school, his deskmate asked him to borrow two yuan, and he couldn't wait to ask his deskmate to call him 'Brother Yang' before he would borrow it.

Now that there is no interest, He Qingyang is willing to lend so much money to others?

In fact, He Qingyang himself felt strange.He and Jiang Sizhen are not related, but only a teammate who has been friends for less than half a year. He even transferred money to him without asking any questions or interest. Was he deceived by lard or was he haunted by something?

"...I, I have a girlfriend." He Qingyang gritted his teeth and said vaguely to his parents.

He still doesn't really want to confess Jiang Sizhen, after all, based on his understanding of his parents, they will definitely call Jiang Sizhen to pay back the money, and then make things worse.

He said helplessly on the phone, forcibly creating an infatuated and foolish persona for himself.

"Her family has difficulties, so I will transfer the money first."

There was no sound from the phone for a long time, and He Qingyang guessed that his parents were shocked by his infatuation.

When he heard the voice from the receiver again, the speaker had changed to an impatient Ms. He.

When He Qingyang heard the fucking voice, he felt that he was going to die.

Sure enough, He Qingyang held the phone a little farther away, and while kicking the gravel on the ground, he listened to Mother He's barrage of questioning.

"You're only eighteen, what kind of relationship are you talking about?!"

"You are all a group of boys playing games, tell me where you are looking for a girlfriend?!"

"Could it be some female commentator you've fallen in love with?"

"Are you sure you want to get married? If you don't get married, 30 will be thrown into it?!"

"It's hard for you to end like this..."

What does it mean to end hard?What will happen between him and Jiang Sizhen?

Is it marriage?He Qingyang thought about the scene for a while, and couldn't help but flinch.

He rubbed the goose bumps on his arms, thinking that he should appease his excited mother first.

"Well, let's get married, we hit it off pretty well."

They really hit it off, and the netizens scolded everyone together, proving that they are indeed a good match.

"Work? Commentary, oh, he's not a commentator, but he's also in our e-sports industry, so there are many opportunities to meet him."

Can't that be much?They are friends.

"Is it a lot of money?" He Qingyang thought of those threatening text messages and said, "It seems a bit much."

"Where is my girlfriend from? Oh, from the Northeast. Her parents, um... I don't know."

Suddenly shocked, He Qingyang realized that he never seemed to have heard Jiang Sizhen mention his parents.

Did he tell his parents—

He shook his head, and felt that he had a little conspiracy theory just now.Maybe Jiang Sizhen simply felt that there was no need to talk about family affairs with colleagues at work?

After sending away the two great Buddhas with great difficulty, He Qingyang couldn't help but let out a long sigh, it was too difficult for him, really, too difficult.

Just hung up a phone call here, and another phone rang right after him, without leaving any delay.

It's Manager Liu's call.

"He Qingyang, are you outside? Is Jiang Sizhen with you?" Manager Liu sounded very anxious. He didn't even call the two by their nicknames, but called them by their names.

What the hell did Jiang Sizhen do again?

"We're not together, what's wrong with Jiang Sizhen?" He Qingyang had an intuition that something was wrong, and he started running towards WG's base, his long hair blown back by the wind, exposing his smooth forehead.

"Oh!" Manager Liu exclaimed, "You're not together—we're going to play KW the day after tomorrow, Yang Zi, you know?"

"I know." He Qingyang hadn't exercised for a long time, and his fast running made his breathing become short and heavy|heavy.

"Jiang Sizhen took three days off for family reasons. He left this morning and sent a 'goodbye' message in the group—"

Manager Liu said: "I woke up in the morning and found that you, Yang Zi, were gone too. I was scared to death. I thought you and Jiang Sizhen had asked for leave together."

Jiang Sizhen took three days off.

He Qingyang's legs seemed to be filled with lead, and his chest began to rise and fall violently. His brain became blank due to lack of oxygen.

There was only one message left in my mind.

[The author has something to say: It's too slow, this article may exceed [-] words QAQ, why didn't the little angel come to the group to play with me?]