【Double Dragon Group】Rationality and My Grace

165.

The journey to the playoffs is not over yet.

The winner of the semi-finals enters the final of the championship and runner-up competition, and the loser competes with the loser of the other semi-final. It's far from over.

The game has to go on.

The day-to-day training has to continue.

Even the war of words between online fans remains the same.

Fans of true love and fans of passers-by felt sorry, analyzed the situation, and had to deny their mistakes. They hoped that their status would recover quickly, and they looked forward to the battle of Ji Dianjun.

The barrage comments posted by the sunspots are full of flowers, "Wild kings should make a group debut", "Is this a jungler who doesn't play, how dare you call him a god? I think it's time to belong to the male generation", "I can still lose to ODO, QUQ has something", "It's easy to get a dragon, but it's not necessary; it's easy to get a blood tower, but it's not necessary; it's easy to reach the finals, but it's not necessary"...

In the e-sports circle, looks are a joke, and a team with a lot of female fans becomes a laughing stock, because there are still a lot of men in the fight - only the theory of combat power remains unchanged.

If you win, the barrage can be full of a row of "Desolate Desolate Desolation Desolate Desolation" or "again and again and again and again".

If you catch it, it's a street mouse.

The coach had to temporarily confiscate all the team's mobile phones, to prevent any idiot who wanted to click on the social software to take a look.

Normally speaking, he doesn't need to stay in the club all day like he is now.

He was a little worried that these guys in the team would suddenly fight.

The matter of substituting the jungler earlier angered many people, not only the furious Huang, but Jiu Tun was also very dissatisfied. If he didn't pay attention, what happened to the substitute jungler, which caused Jiu Tun and Huang Qi to pull people out to whip corpses...

It's not impossible.

Plus……

After another semi-final game, the coach's worst fear happened.

The battle of the century between QXQ and OWO, a BO5 that tested the mentality the most, the winner was completely different from usual.

OWO lost.

Since the beginning of the playoffs, QXQ has been making great strides, and finally smashed through the south wall, knocking the No.1 regular season OWO off the throne.

This means that in the quarter finals, they will face off against OWO, which was still in friendly interaction some time ago.

The coach reluctantly threw the small book on the table, or rather, smashed it on the table.

Startled by the movement, Yimulian took off his earphones and asked concerned: "Coach?"

The coach waved his hand: "It's okay, you hit you."

The small mid laner of their team is still young at heart, not thick-skinned enough, he hesitated for a long time, and finally gave up, put on the earphones and continued to study the build.

Rounding off, they had known each other for almost a year, and he could tell what Yimulian wanted to say.

Don't you just want to ask how their team's jungler is doing.

after all……

The seat next to Yimulian was empty, and it had been empty for three days.

166.

Of course, childish things like "leaving the team" are impossible to do. The only time this happened to Tanuki in their team was oppressed by the vicious sister ADC. Here, these heartless little sluts ate and slept as usual, and came back after being so angry.

Huang just went to the hospital, and he couldn't join the training anyway, so he didn't take the long way back.

The coach called to visit, Huang gave him a very perfunctory answer, the first time was "it's okay", the second time was "it's okay", the third time was "everything is normal"...

The coach is an old man in the e-sports circle. He has heard of occupational diseases. He knows that tenosynovitis requires at least a week of "closed treatment". Although he doesn't know the specific content of the treatment, since he said that the time limit is one week, he No matter how much you call and ask, it's no use.

There is still a week until the final.

The shortage is not there, the coach dare not make an appointment for a training game, and the atmosphere in the team has been maintained at the same level. Calling the substitute jungler over will probably only worsen the atmosphere in the team.

The coach simply didn't go home for the past few days, and lived in the club, which was called going to the countryside to experience life, and more of it was surveillance.

At this point in time, whichever guy is poked by public opinion, this season is really over.

Five people ate at a table. Shuten and Tanuki chatted about where to go for a drink after the game. Recently, I found that the beer in the restaurant of the German guy is delicious, and the pig's trotters are also delicious. We can make an appointment. When it comes to food , Qing Xingdeng also raised his head to join the topic, a bunch of people whose mobile phones were confiscated chatted to relieve boredom, and the atmosphere became a little more normal.

The coach ate in silence. Anyway, they had an appointment after the game, so it was okay to just relax, so they didn't interrupt.

His eyes drifted back and forth. These guys were talking and laughing, but there was no smile in their eyes. It was not difficult to find that Yimulian, who was sitting in the corner, remained silent the whole time.

The coach believes that Yimulian may not be listening at all-the frequency of eating is also very mechanical, chewing slowly, one bite of rice, one bite of vegetables, one bite of rice, one bite of soup, and the mind is obviously not on the table.

"Oh, it's such a pity. It would be great if Huang didn't lose at that time. Treat me to a Michelin restaurant...ah QAQ..."

Qing Xingdeng cried and cried.

This was the first time these unscrupulous guys mentioned the name "Huang" in the past few days, and the coach's nerves tensed up immediately. Looking around, he caught a glimpse of Yimu Lian's eating movement and stopped for a beat.

still listening...

Or the keyword is too harsh.

In contrast, Jiu Tun's reaction was very ordinary: "It's not like you can't afford it yourself!"

“It’s better to eat without paying for it yourself!”

"..."

"Hey, hey, I miss our jungler so much, coach, when will he come back?"

Qing Xingdeng's question caught the coach by surprise. He thought about the best answer for a while, and noticed that their mid laner raised his heavy head hesitantly. He was obviously looking forward to this answer for a long time.

"The closed treatment course is at least three days away. Why rush? He will give you about 10 BO5 training matches after he comes back, believe it or not?"

"I don't believe it, you can't even make an appointment with ten teams."

The coach was speechless: "...you don't even know how to fight without junglers, do you?"

Qing Xingdeng is also very innocent, she has never had a problem with double rowing in the bottom lane: "I'm fine, but you open your charming big eyes of Kazilan, let's eat cute and grow up, the mid laner does not double row with the jungler They're almost shutting themselves up."

Yimulian: "..."

Yimulian didn't make any excuses, and his face sank again out of boredom.

The coach thought to himself, this is also wronged. Yimulian has been duo duo honestly for the past few days, and the support on the top road from time to time is also in place. It is reserved for team battles in the bottom lane, and there are not many opportunities to come to the middle lane. Whether the life in the middle lane is good or not depends on the mood of the jungler father.

In all fairness, these junglers have been quite irritable recently, and a little conflict can completely empty the mid lane.

Occasionally, a normal person comes, and the BP has to suffer a little bit, and the middle and wild linkage is good, because of the hero selection problem, it will be half cold.

On the contrary, the Nakano on the opposite side is awesome.

Every time Yimulian catches a chance to solo kill the opponent's mid laner, the opponent's jungler will come out miraculously, and then...

Then there is a familiar story, a different familiar story.

The difference is that he was supposed to be the one being desperately protected by the jungler.

167.

When the substitute jungler came to the door, Yimulian had just put on a mask.

The "mask friend" was not there, and the 20-minute mask time, which was originally full of laughter and laughter, became a torment for him, and it happened that the door was knocked.

At first he thought it was a civet cat, but when he opened the door and bumped into the haggard face of the substitute jungler, he couldn't help feeling guilty.

The substitute jungler said, "I'm just here to tell you that I'm retiring."

Yimulian thought about what to comfort.

But the substitute jungler stopped him and said, "You don't need to comfort me, only you are willing to say something for me, so I just came to say goodbye to you."

He wanted to be comforted.

Then he remembered that the substitute jungler decided to retire at this time, which meant that the jungler who played in the finals was—

Yimulian patted away his selfish thoughts: "I'm sorry... I hope you don't worry too much, Huang didn't say those words maliciously, he just wanted to win too much, instead of saying he was mad at you, he would rather It's better to say that he is angry with himself..."

The substitute jungler took a step back: "I know, although you stopped him, you are still on his side, and you all think I deserve the scolding."

"Feel sorry."

"You don't need to apologize, you didn't do anything wrong."

"I apologize for him, anyway, his attitude is too..."

"The relationship between you is really good. Sometimes I am very envious of you. Having such a compatible partner doesn't make you lose interest in this game so quickly."

The substitute jungler waved his hand, as if he really wanted to bid farewell.

Yimulian also waved his hand and watched the other party leave.

These words seemed familiar, and after a while, he remembered where he had heard them. Thinking about it, it was only two months ago-Guan Hu also told him that he envied him for having a tacit partner, He also said that maybe a professional player can only meet such a partner in his entire career, and any other options are only unsatisfactory.

And meeting such a person is a difficult thing.

He was lucky.

After less than half a year of tormenting life at UVU, I met such a person.

He gave him the position of the mid laner, cared for the mid laner meticulously, stifled many comments that questioned him, and silently gave him encouragement behind his back.

Maybe there are many other things that are hidden from him, which he can't remember at the moment, and he can't count them.

The substitute jungler carried his luggage to the stairs and waved to him for the last time.

"Come on, fight hard."

"……it is good."

The corridor quickly returned to the dead of night. Yimulian stood at the door for a while until the mask was almost dry, and he didn't wait for anyone to return in the middle of the night.

168.

No matter how difficult the days are, they pass quickly.

The third runner-up final, competing for the honor of the third runner-up, similarly, also competing for tickets to the Intercontinental Championship.

This trip to Q City is very different from the last time. Everyone brought a few sets of clothes for a change of clothes, short-term necessities, and stuffed a suitcase. They are ready to go on a self-guided tour in Q City after the game. .

It is said that it is a self-guided tour, as a local of Q City, Yimulian can barely be a tour guide...

The atmosphere in the team became a little more active due to the two projects of travel and dinner appointments, and Qing Xingdeng started bouncing again: "Let's guide and guide, what is there to do in Q city? Why don't you go and see both the xx attraction and the oo attraction What about the shopping street, although I don't think the shopping street in City Q is better than that in City S..."

Yimulian smiled reluctantly and took out his phone.

Opened up the big *reviews.

"..." Qing Xingdeng said contemptuously, "You forget the food, can you even forget the sights?"

Yimulian answered her doubts calmly.

"If you mean the kind of attractions that primary and secondary schools go on spring outings and autumn outings, then you don't need to check."

"No, goodbye."

169.

Yimulian didn't feel panic until he got on the plane.

Huang has never returned to the team. In order to avoid embarrassment, he specially prepared two face masks yesterday, and waited in the corridor for almost half an hour with the box of "quick-acting heart-relief pills". Until ten o'clock, it was past Huang's biological clock's sleep time , he fell back to sleep in a daze.

The six of them got on the plane (with a backup ticket, just in case), and it was still six until the passengers who put their carry-on bags on the racks in the aisle were seated.

Two by two in a row, he sat with Qing Xingdeng, it didn't look like there was any extra space.

What about desert?

Didn't accompany you, could it be...

The coach sat in the back row of him, and he took the opportunity to fasten his seat belt to look back a few times. The coach also had the expression of being forced to go to the rooftop and struggling on whether to jump or not.

Yimulian sat in his seat, watching the planes taking off and landing outside the window, feeling uneasy.

The first broadcast broadcasted the safety regulations on the plane.

On the second broadcast, an airline advertisement was played.

The third broadcast is to remind passengers to fasten their seat belts and turn on their mobile phones and other electronic devices to flight mode.

He almost wondered if he missed the passers-by on the aisle, or simply missed a familiar face when boarding the plane——

But no matter how emotional he was, his rationality would not allow him to jump up and walk around the entire cabin.

The plane is about to take off.

Qing Xingdeng said suddenly: "Hey, Director Lian, have you contacted Huang in the past few days?"

Yimulian looked away, pretending not to hear: "What did you just say?"

The stewardess walked on the aisle over and over again, and before the manual prompt to fasten the seat belt, according to experience, this was a signal of air traffic control and delayed takeoff.

He had never been so grateful for the delay.

Qing Xingdeng's voice gradually disconnected: "I said..."

"Sir! I've been waiting for you for a long time!" The stewardess exclaimed from the VIP cabin in front, "Hey, sir, wait a minute, your seat is at..."

Straightening his back in astonishment, he walked around the back of the coach Wei An in the front seat, and saw a man with a lowered hat and a black mask lifting the curtain separating the economy class and first class with one hand.

so high.

So tall it only reminded him of one person.

The man came over, without looking left and right, but walked straight over.

"gentlemen!"

The man stopped in the middle of the row between him and Qing Xingdeng, and stretched out a hand.

"Your location is—"

The man rubbed his head, but he didn't hide.

His eyes darkened.

There were quite a few voices flooding into my mind, the person apologizing to the stewardess "Sorry, I've gone too far", there were rustling discussions around, and finally Qing Xingdeng's sentence "Oh, my mother, what the fuck!" Got a grandma."

It took him a while to realize that the thoughts in his mind were very simple.

——What is the difference between this and the "Momoda Incident".

170.

On the way to check into the hotel, Huang rarely received care from several unscrupulous teammates.

Huang's answer to this is: It's not cured, the hand is not broken, but it's still alive, it doesn't matter, see you in the finals.

There is also "if it doesn't work, there are painkillers".

The coach didn’t persuade him anything this time, anyway, it’s useless to persuade. The substitute jungler left, and the coach didn’t try to force him to stay, but if he doesn’t do anything about it, making it to the playoffs this time will definitely be enough for the sunspots to laugh for a year joke.

Yimulian listened quietly, but when faced with Huang, he was speechless.

I haven't seen him for a few days, and Huang is also haggard.

Mostly it's a matter of psychological stress.

As the player who is most likely to be targeted in the B/P link in the team, the pressure on Huang's shoulders has always been greater than the rest of them, not to mention the fact that there is a substitute jungler, many people still foolishly believe that they are just It was a mistake in performance. After all, as long as conditions permit, no one wants to admit that their favorite team has won.

Everyone looked serious.

except him.

He wants to "repent", he has already begun to expect——

I hope that one day I will be able to share this pressure.barren pressure.

171.

The room allocation this time is no different from the previous ones. Huang still pays for a room by himself, Qing Xingdeng enjoys female privileges, and the rest of them are combined at will.

When we arrived at the destination, it was useless to think about cramming for training at this time. The coach waved his hand and said that he wanted to treat guests, and a group of people put down their luggage and rushed out.

With the coach present, of course no one dared to drink, but when the atmosphere is here, it's not a big deal to go back to the hotel insanely high until eight o'clock in the evening.In addition, Qing Xingdeng also took a picture of the whole team eating, and drew a big cheerup with a highlighter on the picture, and was blindfolded by the coach to prevent comments and reposts on Weibo.

The place to eat is not far away, they came back from a walk.

Jiu Tun and Tanuki, two idiots who can't run out of strength, are walking very fast. The substitute top laner, coach and Qing Xingdeng walk so slowly that they look like a little girl in junior high school going to the bathroom arm in arm, and was dumped after a while. At the end of the line.

Yimulian didn't doubt at all that Huang slowed down on purpose to wait for him.

...The legs are so long, no matter how you look at them, they shouldn't be on the same level as him.

There was a little bit of embarrassment between them after the quarrel just now, but now that it's over, the cunning adults will always pretend that nothing happened.

"How is the team these days?"

"The substitute jungler left."

"Oh?"

"Just take the blame and resign, don't be too angry with him..."

"Yimulian, you're right, but I'm actually angry with everyone."

"..."

"Qi Qing Xing Deng didn't do a good job of superadcarry, Qi Jiu Tun saw that the sub team didn't start well and didn't sell his teammates directly, Qi Limao didn't protect Qing Xing Deng well, Qi coach failed to choose a hero who is not afraid of suppression in the early stage, and Qi Jiu Tun didn't sell his teammates directly Be vigilant, it's clear that I'm not the jungler, you don't have any chance of getting caught."

Huang's pace and speed were controlled very far-fetched. When his temper came up, he couldn't help walking forward for a while. When he turned his head and found that the distance had widened, he slowed down again.

"Feel sorry……"

"I am even more angry with myself. If I can play, these things will not happen."

"Is it still possible to cure it?"

"It's very difficult. It's not a serious illness, but it's a chronic illness, and it'll be like this for a short time."

to the hotel.

Yimu Lian touched his pocket, the room card seemed to have been taken away because of the civet cat, but it didn't matter, just knock on the door later.

He was about to be liberated, and although his tone was complaining, he was still in a relaxed mood: "You should see a doctor during the New Year's holiday."

"Forget about it. You knew at the time that there were too many things about the Chinese New Year. They thought it was unlucky to go to the hospital during the New Year. After thinking about it, they let it go. It was never this serious before."

"Are you still superstitious?"

"It was 'them', not me."

"Don't do that, it's quite worrying."

The elevator reached the first floor, Yimulian recalled the room number, and pressed the 9th floor.

The elevator door closed slowly, facing this confined space, the atmosphere froze for a few seconds intentionally or unintentionally.It seemed to be quite a difficult problem for Huang to accept this question, and it took a long time for Huang to speak, and the lack was no longer the topic: "Have you figured out that question?"

"Who asked... ah."

What could be the problem.

——"You're just venting your anger, and I'm also blamed, why don't you scold me?"

——"Aren't you clear yet?"

He knows.

The answer is hard to say, harder than a thousand words in this world, but it is very simple, only four words.

--"I like you".

"It's not a problem to procrastinate. It's time to find an opportunity to make a break. One eye."

Huang's voice was also very calm, and he was hardly the same person as the furious Huang before.

Yimulian didn't answer.

He didn't want to escape, he just needed time, even if it was only a few seconds, he needed to rationally, carefully, and repeatedly clear his mind.

In fact, he has already thought about the answer in the past few days, and he knows it better than anyone else.

The elevator door opened, and they walked out of the space one after the other. He looked at the house number and couldn't easily recall the short four effective digits on the door of the room he had only met once.

He knocked on the door, no answer.

"Wrong way?"

"Call the civet cat and ask."

Yimulian took out his mobile phone obediently, and called Tanuki and Jiuten respectively. These two bastards didn't know if they got lost on the way back to the hotel.

The coach didn't answer the phone either.

Thinking about it, it's not surprising that I didn't hear the phone ringing while walking on the road.

"You can go to my meeting and send a message to tell them to call you when they come back." Huang frowned and said, apparently not agreeing with the proposal, but he did not forget to add, "If you don't mind."

If this comes from an unrestrained European and American population, it is undoubtedly the meaning of dating.

But no.

In a sense, Huang and his shyness are on the same level.

Half a catty, half a catty, laughing at a hundred steps.

Yimulian squeezed the phone tightly.

like.

to the limit.

172.

When he proposed the plan, Huang never thought that Yimulian would agree.

He made a suggestion out of gentlemanly demeanor, after all, you can't let Yimulian wait alone in the corridor, passers-by will definitely not think of the best when they see it-according to his thinking, Yimulian will tremble at his closeness as usual, although For the sake of friendship with the plastic teammate, he won't avoid it completely, but he won't sit still and allow him to do "excessive" things.

Yimulian agreed.

This means that the day to tear your face has arrived.

Tomorrow is the final, this is really not a good time to tear your face.

He thought that with Yimulian's rationality, this day was completely bearable.

It's not too late to tear your face after the finals, isn't it?

After closing the door, this is another confined space, which can block any disputes that are not "excessive" in the space inside the door.

"Have you made up your mind?" he asked.

Yimulian understood what he meant, and he could see some pain in that expression: "Why didn't you say it?"

"say what?"

"Your question, if you don't tell me, how can I answer you?"

Yimulian is a little angry today.

Huang tactfully asked: "Say 'because I like you'?"

"...What right do you have to complain about me..."

"I like you."

"..."

He managed to see Yimulian's shoulders shaking a few times.

Yimulian raised the phone, and Huang glanced at it twice. In fact, he had seen it before, but he didn't think too much about it. He just thought that he had sold a very good Amway——hell, when he just bought it Still disgusted.

An iPeachX like him.

Same space gray.

A few days ago, I clearly used the old Android phone, but I changed it today. I have to say, it was a bit too "deliberate".

"Are you satisfied?" He heard Yimulian say.

His answer to this is: "As long as you don't admit it, it will never become a couple machine."

There are too many people using iPeachX in this world, so it's okay to deceive yourself and others.

"He Qingxingdeng bought this before."

"She bought 8plus, and the one she should recommend to you is also 8plus."

"Yes, but I bought X."

"why?"

"because……"

"Because 'do you want to buy a couple machine'?"

"..."

"Because 'you like me too'?"

"...Do you still want face?"

"Just say yes or no."

The air was still again.

There is nothing he can't bear to bear. Huang thinks he is not a soft-hearted person. In order to achieve his goals, he doesn't care about sacrifices and consequences in many things. He is still rational. He knows that he is a wolf-hearted man, and he is willing to leave a way out. Both sides will go to the next level. , But after a long time, I will be resentful again-life is a step back, and love is a step back, and people are empty. There is no selfishness, no domination, how can there be progress.

Yimulian shook his head: "You are forcing me."

Huang admitted without shame: "I'm forcing you."

And it's the kind that wants to force you to the point of nowhere, where there is no way out.

"There is no other way?"

"No."

"You clearly know..."

"Ok?"

"I'm straight!"

Yimulian's expression looked like he might cry at any moment, his eyes were half red, moist, watery, and pitiful.

If the conversation had been anything else, he might have been genuinely moved.

Unfortunately not.

"I know."

Huang pretended to be calm and said that he really wanted to kick over the table to express his deep hatred for the current situation.

Yimulian closed his eyes, and he saw a crumbling crystal falling down from the corner of his eye, with a hideous face and excruciating pain.

He wanted to grin and say something, anything.But he couldn't think of a word, and his vocabulary was emptied quietly.

He didn't want to face such a Yimulian.

The heart of compassion was stirring, and the soft heart that he wanted to strangle in the cradle again and again jumped out to cause trouble.

——Look, the person you love would rather die because of you. Are you ashamed to say that your feelings for him are really love?

Excuse me.

He saw Yimulian take two steps forward, approaching an unscientific, unrealistic, and impossible distance, facing Yimulian's magnified tear stains, and he didn't want to say anything.

Kissed him at once.

proactive.

tbc