Little handsome guy, don't run away [e-sports]

Ming Mao held up the phone with a serious expression, as if he was listening to a scientific research report meeting on the survival of human beings.

Zhou Hechen who called Ming Mao is not a person who likes to play tricks, Ming Mao knows this best, but often the more he looks like this, the stronger the uneasiness in Ming Mao's heart.

It was so strong that the hand holding the phone was sweating slightly.

"Hu Yiyao's illness...may be a little troublesome."

"What do you mean?" Ming Mao stood up from his seat, seeing Ye Qian Pengpai and Cheng Yaofei all turned their heads to look at him, and quickly waved his hands to let them continue, leaving him alone.

Then he threw the notepad and ballpoint pen that he had been holding in the other hand on the seat, opened the door and went out.

"Didn't you say it was acute gastroenteritis? Why is it troublesome again? Where is the trouble? Isn't it just taking some medicine and infusion? What else? Follow-up treatment?"

"Brother, brother, wait a minute, can you let me talk?" Zhou Hechen was about to explode at Mingmao's question, and interrupted by raising the volume, and then hurriedly said: "Boss Hu When I was doing the checkup, I suddenly remembered that he always complained about his back pain. Just now when he was in the car on the way here, he whispered a few words. Check out the movie."

"and then?"

Ming Mao felt that the more he listened to it, the more something was wrong, and his brows became more and more frown, which seemed to be so tight that it was almost impossible to untie it.

"Then I did a check..." Zhou Hechen paused.

"Then!" Ming Mao stood in the corridor anxiously wanting to jump, "Do you have to wait for me to say every sentence before you feel comfortable!?"

"Then it was discovered that Hu Yiyao had... a tumor on his lumbar spine."

"what?"

In fact, before Zhou Hechen gave the answer, Ming Mao had already thought about countless results in his heart, even the nonsense situation that Zhou Hechen had an accident on the way and caused trauma to Hu Yiyao, but he never went in this unfortunate direction Think about it.

Staring at the big white wall in the corridor of the base with rounded eyes, Ming Mao really hoped that Zhou Hechen's next sentence would be "I'm just kidding you! We'll be there soon..."

But no, Zhou Hechen seemed to be quieter than Mingmao's.

Quiet as death.

"You need to do a pathology to know whether it is benign or malignant." Zhou Hechen probably felt that Ming Mao didn't intend to speak, so he continued to explain, "But no matter whether it is conscience or malignant, it needs surgical treatment in the end, otherwise it will oppress the nerves for a long time. It is likely to cause paralysis..."

"What if it's vicious..."

"If..." Facing Ming Mao's questioning, Zhou Hechen's words were harder than squeezing out the little toothpaste left.

But Ming Mao knew what Zhou Hechen was hesitating to say. He suppressed his trembling voice, closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and gave himself a few seconds of buffer time before opening his mouth. He asked Zhou Hechen, "Have you notified Hu Yiyao's parents?"

"No..." Zhou Hechen shook his head, "Hu Yiyao said it's better to do pathology first, and then talk about other things after the results are out."

"Hu Yiyao already knows?"

"The doctor originally wanted to talk to me alone, but was stopped by Hu Yiyao... He may have already felt it." Zhou Hechen replied.

Mingmao feels dizzy now, this person was fine before he went out, how could he find a tumor after checking up and down?

Although Hu Yiyao had always complained about back pain before, and it was said that sometimes he had to put a small pillow under his waist when he slept, but everyone thought it was just because of his occupation, and the problem of sitting for a long time, no one thought it would be so serious.

For Mingmao, it would be a lie to say that he doesn't blame himself at all.

"Pathologists have to queue... at least tomorrow." Zhou Hechen sighed, "I'll take Yiyao home first, and come back tomorrow."

"it is good."

"Don't tell anyone in the team yet," Zhou Hechen instructed Ming Mao.

"understood."

*************

Hu Yiyao was absent from training today, but the training status of several members of the team was unexpectedly good, and the style of play and coordination were not as unfamiliar and rigid as imagined.

But now, this point can no longer be the reason for Mingmao to feel happy and happy.

Pushing open the door and entering the training room, Ming Mao even felt that his heart was getting heavier.

While Ming Mao went out to make a phone call, Ye Qian, Pei Hong, and Peng Pai had already finished their game.

When Ming Mao came back, his expression was not very good, so Peng Pai hurriedly asked, "What's the matter, coach?"

"It's okay," Mingmao waved his hand, "I'm busy with you."

"We've played four rounds in a row, take a break," Peng Pai said, "Coach, you don't look like you're all right now."

Ming Mao also knew that his face must look like he had eaten shit.

Indeed, this news was a bit of a blow to him, not only because TSG could not face the audience and fans in full form in the summer split, but the most important point...he simply couldn't accept a player who was still alive and kicking yesterday. Man, today he said that there was something in his body that shouldn't have grown.

And if this thing is in a bad mood, it might be life-threatening.

Over the past few years, the burden on Mingmao's shoulders has always been heavy, and his psychological endurance has gradually been tempered.

But look back now.

That doesn't seem to be the case.

The fragile one is like the little clay figurine that has just been kneaded and not dried out.

"It's about the competition?" Pei Hong picked up a new bottle from the mineral water box, unscrewed it, and moved her chair to sit next to Ming Mao, "Did the competition give the team another problem?"

"No." Ming Mao took off his glasses and pinched the bridge of his nose, "It has nothing to do with the competition."

"..."

Since it has nothing to do with the competition, it seems a bit meddling for them to ask again, but just when Pei Hong was about to move the chair back in frustration, Ye Qian, who had been silent all this time, suddenly said: "Is it... ... about Hu Yiyao?"

Ming Mao was taken aback for a moment.

Seeing Ming Mao's reaction, Ye Qian instantly understood the subtlety of it, put his hands in his pockets, sat down and turned around, continued to stare at the computer screen in a daze, and stopped asking other questions.

"Is it really about Hu Yiyao?"

Ye Qian's silence doesn't mean that other people have nothing to say. The most emotional person in the audience is Peng Pai. After all, he is the person in the team who has the best relationship with Hu Yiyao.

He looked at Ming Mao with a surprised face, as if he wanted to read the answer he wanted directly from Ming Mao's face.

That panicked look was more exaggerated than when Ming Mao answered the phone just now.

But Ming Mao knew it wasn't Peng Pai's affectation, Peng Pai really panicked.

"Don't ask me now," Ming Mao said with a cold face, although he knew that this expression was really not suitable for his face, but he had to do it now.

Because only in this way can these brats who are determined to go their own way and disobedient be calmed down a little bit.

Otherwise, with Peng Pai's personality, he would definitely pester him until Hu Yiyao came back.

Ming Mao's move really worked, and Peng Pai stopped talking for a while before returning to his seat.

But what Mingmao didn't expect was that as soon as he sat down, he quickly took out his mobile phone and dialed the number to Hu Yiyao.

By the time Ming Mao found out, it had already been connected.

"Hey, Hu..."

"Peng Pai!" Ming Mao yelled, looking at Peng Pai with wide eyes, "The phone is hung up!"

Except for the reason of the competition, Ming Mao never seemed to lose his temper because of other things, or make a loud voice.

It wasn't just Ye Qian and Pei Hong who came out with this voice, even Fang Haoman, Shen Youzhu and Cheng Yaofei, who hadn't finished the game, were startled out of their wits, and they all took off their earphones and turned to look at Ming Mao.

"What... what's wrong?" Fang Haoman asked timidly, and then patted Cheng Yaofei's shoulder next to him, "Old Cheng, take two steps back, the defense tower is hitting you."

"Oh." Cheng Yaofei, who was watching Ming Mao, quickly clicked twice with the mouse on the back of the enemy's front tooth tower, and after confirming that the hero was out of the attack range of the defense tower, he turned his attention to Ming Mao again.

In the game, only the support and ADC are left to dismantle the last front tooth tower and crystal, but the heads of the five people on the opposite side have all been collected by Shen Youzhu three seconds ago, so as long as the opposite side does not cheat or cheat, you can do whatever you want Just one push will end the fight.

Ming Mao's expression was very unnatural at this time, because he knew that everything was going in the opposite direction now.

Forget about Hu Yiyao, even if he simply wants him to keep a low profile and not tell other people about such a trivial matter, Ming Mao is almost unable to do it.

He attracted more and more eyes to stay on him.

"Peng Pai? Peng Pai? Was Coach Ming angry just now?"

Hu Yiyao's voice came from Peng Pai's phone, a little anxious and vague, Peng Pai looked at Ming Mao and then at the phone.

"No, you heard wrong." Peng Pai said.

"It's better," Hu Yiyao smiled, "I don't want to be scolded by Coach Ming again when I go back. Yesterday's meal was bad enough."

"No," Peng Pai also smiled: "hang up first, come back and talk."

"it is good."

**************

Peng Pai hung up the phone, and after the room returned to calm, he suddenly heard him knock on the table with a loud "Boom!"

"What happened to Hu Yiyao? He didn't have acute gastroenteritis at all, right?"

Peng Pai's whole body suddenly turned fierce like an enraged lion.

His anger mainly comes from Mingmao's concealment, and this concealment seems to be mixed with a kind of distrust towards them.

Peng Pai is a person who attaches great importance to friendship, and he finds it extremely difficult to accept the feeling of being cut off by his coach and his good friends.

Ye Qian tugged Peng Pai from the side, wanting him not to talk to the coach like this, not because of the childish reason of being orderly, but because Coach Ming's expression didn't look much better than Peng Pai at this moment.

It is even possible that Coach Ming is the most helpless and helpless person in the audience.

"You want to know?"

Suddenly, Ming Mao raised his head and closed his eyes for a moment, his whole person looked so... dangerous.

"Do you think that I keep silent about this matter now to pretend to be mysterious and handsome for you to see and amuse you?"

Ming Mao said while walking in the direction of Peng Pai.

Although he didn't know what he was going to do when he walked over, Shen Youzhu quickly stood up from the chair, reached out and grabbed Ming Mao's shoulder to stop him, and lowered his voice: "Speak well..."

Ming Mao stopped and raised his eyes to look at Shen Youzhu, knowing that now Shen Youzhu was afraid that he would make some impulsive mistake that he shouldn't make, so he didn't go any further.

Standing less than two meters away from Peng Pai, his face was still gloomy.

After a moment of silence, he suddenly spoke again.

"Hu Yiyao probably won't come to the team for training in the short term."

"what……?"

Everyone's face changed after hearing the news, they were surprised and nervously waiting for Ming Mao to continue.

"I know if you guys insist on knowing, I know I can't hide it," Ming Mao put his hand on the back of Ye Qian's chair, and sighed long, "And I've been a teammate for so long, I don't care if I tell you If I don’t tell you, it will be pressure on you.”

"..."

"That's it," Ming Mao pushed his glasses, "Hu Yiyao needs a major operation recently."

"what?"

"For the time being... I won't be competing with you guys anymore."