[Han Zhang] One thought

36.

This is the second time for Zhang Xinjie to eat noodles in Han Wenqing House.

In order to prevent the mosquitoes from invading, the windows of the dormitory were not opened, but the curtains were not drawn either. The clear moonlight reflected the window sills brightly, and the mist rising from the pot was also coated with a layer of silver. Han Wenqing's face was covered with The water mist is lingering, it looks like a picture in the game.

Zhang Xinjie watched Han Wenqing pouring noodles into the pot, but suddenly froze when he finished pouring. He tilted his head and thought for a while, then asked, "How much can you eat? I seem to have poured too much."

"It's okay, I can eat more."

Han Wenqing stirred up the noodles in the pot with his chopsticks, and blew air on the surface of the water to prevent the boiling hot water from spilling on the table.Zhang Xinjie sat and watched for a while, feeling a little sorry, so he asked Han Wenqing if there was anything he could do for him.

"Can you help me get two bowls? By the way, bring the seasoning, it's in the cabinet under my bookshelf."

Zhang Xinjie followed Han Wenqing's cabinet and rummaged through Han Wenqing's cabinet. When he opened the cabinet door, he was stunned - unlike the well-organized bookshelves, the cabinet was in a horrible mess. Besides seasonings and bowls and chopsticks, there were all kinds of paper towels inside. , dish soap, scouring pads, snacks, honey, canned food and pickles, countless things are piled up in a haphazard manner, making the entire cabinet look like an endless black hole.

It took Zhang Xinjie a lot of effort to dig out the seasoning and bowls and chopsticks from inside. When sweating profusely, he handed these things to Han Wenqing, which really surprised him.

"Can taking something make you tired like this?"

"Your cabinet is too messy... I will clean it up for you later."

"No need..." Han Wenqing shook his head in embarrassment, but it had little effect—Zhang Xinjie put down the things in his hands and turned around to continue tossing about his cabinet. He squatted on the ground and almost put everything in the cabinet I took it out and played it back by category.Han Wenqing glanced at his background, looked at the noodles in the pot, and didn't dare to look too much, so he could only shout: "The noodles will be out of the pot soon, you can eat them before you make them."

"It's okay, I'll be fine soon."

Zhang Xinjie's back was facing him, and almost half of his body got into the cabinet. The voice came from the cabinet, which sounded a little strange.

Han Wenqing had no choice but to lower his head and continue cooking the noodles. When he finished serving the noodles and called Zhang Xinjie over to eat, Zhang Xinjie tidied up the cabinet as well.He went to the bathroom to wash his hands briefly, and when he came back, he saw two steaming bowls of beef noodles on the table, and Han Wenqing was sitting in front of the table, staring at the noodles in the bowl, as if waiting for him.

"Captain, why don't you eat first?"

"Wait with you."

Han Wenqing pushed a bowl of noodles towards Zhang Xinjie, and handed him a pair of chopsticks.

Zhang Xinjie took the chopsticks and was at a loss for a moment. Fortunately, Han Wenqing didn't seem to notice his embarrassment, and had already buried himself in eating the noodles.

He seemed to be very hungry, but before he knew it, the bowl in front of him was already half empty. Zhang Xinjie ate very slowly, as if savoring the taste of the noodles. From time to time, he raised his head and secretly glanced at Han Wenqing who was opposite him. .

But his absent-minded appearance was quickly noticed by Han Wenqing, and when he raised his head again, he met Han Wenqing's eyes.

"Unappetizing?"

Zhang Xinjie shook his head and was about to say something, but Han Wenqing had already opened his mouth before him: "Still thinking about the competition?"

This gave him a natural step, making all his distractions and dazes seem reasonable. He quietly watched Han Wenqing finish the last handful of noodles at the bottom of the bowl, and put his chopsticks on the bowl.

"You said before that the problem of tactics should be solved by tactics. Is it really useful?"

"To be honest, I don't know." Zhang Xinjie also temporarily put down his chopsticks, moved his gaze away from Han Wenqing's face, and looked at the moon outside the window, "I can only say that there are tactics like this. It's better than nothing. There are always variables in the game, but I can do my best to minimize the chance of these accidents."

"And what if our problem isn't tactical at all?"

"Our loss to Hundred Blossoms this time really wasn't a tactical issue..."

"What I mean is," Han Wenqing interrupted him, his tone was as strong as before, but Zhang Xinjie seemed to have no confidence, "What if the problem is on me?"

Han Wenqing pointed at himself slowly, but Zhang Xinjie who was opposite him was already stunned, and opened his mouth dumbly at him, but he didn't say anything in the end.

"I have played in the league for seven years, what state am I in, can I still have no idea in my heart?"

Han Wenqing raised his right hand in front of his eyes, and looked at it carefully, as if he was observing an object that did not belong to him, and also as if he was looking at an old friend who had been away for many years.

"My state is no longer what it used to be. I know it very well—I used to be able to fight two against Zhang Jiale and Sun Zheping. Now that Zhang Jiale is going crazy, I can't stop it."

"This isn't your problem—"

"I know," Han Wenqing sighed, clenched his right hand into a fist, until the veins on the back of his hand bulged, "Your favorite sentence is that we are a team, winning is the team, and losing is the team." Losing, but I can't hold the team to blame for my mistakes - if my form hadn't slipped, this game would never have ended like this."

Han Wenqing's tone became more and more serious, and in the end he almost gritted his teeth and squeezed out a few words.Looking at his appearance, Zhang Xinjie felt that his breath was stuck in his throat, making him almost suffocate.

The argument of "Han Wenqing's state is declining" is not unfamiliar to him - he has seen it on forums, in e-sports magazines, and even heard it in the commentary - when he heard it in the rematch When Li Yibo said in person, "The state of the Korean team is already declining", he felt cruel and illusory for a moment, and even suddenly felt like a world away.

But when he heard Han Wenqing say it himself, he really understood how cruel it was.

Perhaps it was because the moonlight was good tonight, or perhaps it was because the supper created a warm atmosphere. Han Wenqing folded his hands behind his head, stared at the ceiling with empty eyes, and seemed to be quite relaxed.

"I remember very clearly that in the third game of the semi-finals, there were two times when my operation obviously failed to keep up and dragged down the entire team... You didn't mention a word in the replay, because you thought these two Is this mistake not important, or are you afraid that I will be sad? It’s not necessary, I want to hear the truth, what can’t we say between us?”

Han Wenqing turned his eyes back, and looked at Zhang Xinjie silently, there was no sadness in his eyes, only "unreconciled" that was too thick to dissolve.

Zhang Xinjie felt his nose sore, he silently looked at Han Wenqing, and suddenly wanted to hug his captain.

But he just stretched out his hand and gently covered Han Wenqing's clenched fist with his palm.

"I don't think it was your two mistakes that dragged down the game. If it's your fault that you couldn't keep up with the team rhythm, then it's also my fault."

Zhang Xinjie paused, then raised his head firmly to meet Han Wenqing's stunned expression: "A good tactic should be compatible, it can accommodate team members' mistakes to the greatest extent, if you make a mistake in the team, immediately Someone should fix the loophole for you - it was my job, but I failed to do it, and it was my fault, not yours."

Han Wenqing sighed and shook his head, as if he wanted to refute a few words, but Zhang Xinjie didn't intend to give him this chance: "I'm not trying to excuse you, for you, aging and declining status are inevitable. Yes; but for me, tactical loopholes can be avoided... If possible, I want to do more things for you and Tyranny, instead of letting you carry Tyranny forward alone ..."

"Hmm..." Han Wenqing didn't raise his head, but just responded dully.

"I don't know if this is the right choice, and I don't even know if I can do it, but if I can, I hope I can do more things for Tyranny to win—"

"Well," Han Wenqing nodded, and held Zhang Xinjie's palm with his backhand. "Whatever you want to do, just do it. Do what you think is right, and leave the rest to me."

Zhang Xinjie felt that his throat was dry, and his palms were sweating, as if these few words had exhausted all his strength.But Han Wenqing still held his hand, and after a while, he opened his fingers and interlocked with him.

Zhang Xinjie was obviously stunned for a moment, and then it was as if he had been struck by lightning. There was a buzzing sound in his head, sweat came out from his back, and even his cervical spine began to feel numb.

"team leader--"

"I don't know if this is the right choice, but if possible, I hope that in the days to come, you can be by my side—not as teammates, but—I like you."

The buzzing in Zhang Xinjie's head still didn't stop, but he had already stood up, maintaining the posture of being held by Han Wenqing's right hand, walked around the narrow table, and walked to Han Wenqing's side.

Han Wenqing also stood up towards him, standing face to face with him, they looked into each other's pupils, exchanging subtle messages in their eyes.

In the end, Zhang Xinjie took a step forward, hugged Han Wenqing, and buried his face in his shoulder.

"I like you too."

TBC