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

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Accompanied by the exciting BGM, the promotional photos of the two teams were also released on the big screen behind the competition stage.

The position of the top order is already on the far left of the promotional photo, but He Qingyang is even more pitiful. A big head photo is aggrievedly shrunk obliquely behind Wang Feng, which looks out of place with the whole promotional photo.

He Qingyang can imagine that this photo of him was intercepted by many good netizens, and then made into the appearance of various ghost and animal videos being circulated...

After shaking hands with the opponent, the players go on the field and the substitute returns to the waiting room to prepare.

There should be nothing wrong with me next, right?He Qingyang lay down on the sofa, he blinked, and felt that the corners of his eyes were a little sore, he stretched out his fingertips to touch the corners of his eyes, and the thick eyelashes gently scratched his fingertips.

He stared blankly at the little transparent water stain on his fingertips.

Is this—tears?

He Qingyang couldn't help laughing.How could this be tears?He's a big man crying because of such a shit?

He didn't want to admit it.

There was a small hole in the sofa beside him, and He Qingyang turned his head to look, and RY's manager sat down beside him.

There was nothing extra to say between the two of them, and the lounge was extremely quiet for a while, only the LCD TV hanging on the wall broadcast live the sound of the game bp.

"I...do I still have a chance to play?" He Qingyang turned over and asked, "Can I only be a substitute now?"

He was really scared.

He was afraid that if he didn't take the initiative to fight for it, he might really only be a mascot in the future, running around with the team.

"There will be a chance to play," the manager glanced at him, and said in relief, "otherwise, why would we hire you?"

He Qingyang thought the same way before, but now he suddenly realized.

RY rented him not necessarily for the sake of grades, he could tell in the past few days that RY had no intention of getting along with him at all——

"If you don't tell me, then I don't know why you rented me."

He smiled, but there was no smile at the corners of his eyes and brows.

Maybe RY rented him just because of his own traffic.The newly established club wants to attract investment, but suffers from no traffic. Isn't this a great opportunity?

As the saying goes, black and red are also red.

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CY is a veteran team of bpl. Although its strength is not comparable to KW, which is in the limelight, it is more than enough to sweep a RY.

No, in less than 10 minutes of the game, CY successfully tore a breakthrough from the top lane, disrupted RY's rhythm, and successfully won the next round.

Pepper saw this kind of game with almost no suspense, shook his head, and asserted: "If RY doesn't make any changes in the next round, it will be difficult to win this BO3."

"I feel that it really has nothing to do with bp. RY's bp in this game has nothing to criticize. The loss should be due to the gap in strength."

It was indeed a gap in strength. Wang Feng didn't know what happened recently, his condition was not good, and his strength was declining day by day.

In fact, everyone is aware of the fact that Wang Feng is getting old.

He is 23 years old now, and he seems to be in the prime of his youth.But for an e-sports player, that age is almost a death sentence, signaling the end of his career path.

Many e-sports players may not be remembered by the audience until they retire.

And Wang Feng is this kind of player, but he is not willing to retire quietly like this.

The door of the rest room was knocked open, everyone from RY filed in, with calm expressions on their faces, and Wang Feng was the last one.

He Qingyang got up and poured a glass of water, handed it to Wang Feng, and said, "Drink some, moisten your throat."

Wang Feng raised his eyes and stared at him for a while, his dark eyes made He Qingyang feel chills in his heart.

"What do you mean?" He said slowly, his voice was not loud and his tone was not urgent, but it made the whole lounge suddenly quiet, even the sound of breathing could be heard.

"Why, do you think I won't be able to play in the next game?" Wang Feng's eyes covered by dark circles were as sharp as a falcon, he knocked the water glass in He Qingyang's hand to the ground, and said viciously.

"Go back to your WG, I don't need your bad intentions!"

Someone gasped.

The manager also hurriedly squeezed between the two, fearing that the two contestants would turn from a verbal crisis to a physical conflict.

"Hey, Wang Feng, don't worry, what are you talking about?"

Although Wang Feng has played professionally for many years, he doesn't have any particularly brilliant operations. Basically, he is quite well-behaved, and he doesn't seek meritorious deeds, but seeks to be free from faults.It's no wonder the audience can't remember this player.

But he has been playing for so many years, and it took a lot of work for RY to sign him in his own club. Now it seems that neither side of RY wants to give up.

"Xiao He didn't say that he wanted to replace you in the next game...and didn't we talk about it yesterday?"

"Whoever wins the ranking will win, how can you go back on your word?"

As the manager said, he turned his head to look at He Qingyang, and said with some reproach.

Now it's all right, everyone's eyes changed from patrolling the two of them to staring at He Qingyang alone.

The scorching gaze seemed to dig a big hole in He Qingyang's body.

Everyone is blaming him.

The plastic water cup was splashed on the ground, and the water dripped all over the ground. The dense water vapor slowly rose up, and soon disappeared into the air.

hiss--

He Qingyang bit his lip in pain, a small slit was torn from his chapped lip, and bright red blood gushed out from it, and he accidentally licked it into his mouth, the cold and rusty taste vomited his throat raw pain.

He went to look at his right hand, and there was a big red spot on the inside of the white palm.Trembling, he touched it with his left hand, and the burning pain rushed straight to the brain center.

He Qingyang realized belatedly that the water he poured for Wang Feng was a cup of hot water, a cup of boiling water just poured from the kettle.

"Sorry," he hurriedly hid his burned hands behind his back, "I have something urgent to go out."

He Qingyang left in a hurry, before he finished speaking, he was swept away like a gust of wind, leaving everyone in the lounge looking at each other in blank dismay.

"What the hell is he doing?! He didn't even take the equipment with him—"

"It's fine to leave. Let him be alone and think about it. I didn't buy him to make you guys fight."

"Wait—" The protagonist of the conflict interrupted the manager suddenly, he squatted down, and carefully stuck out the tip of his fingernails to touch the water on the ground.

The heat of the water on the ground has long been lost.

Wang Feng breathed a sigh of relief, "Fortunately, fortunately, it's cold water..."

"Damn it, did we buy a delicate baby who can't even listen to a little harsh words?!"