The E-Sports Circle’s Toxic Assembly Camp

Regardless of how Lin Yan could say a few words after the game, as soon as he returned to the hotel room, Zhengren immediately "dead" on the bed. +++ Popular Tanmei Novels: www.sto123.cc

Jing Yuanzhou glanced at the lifeless look of the man on the bed, turned around and soaked in hot water with a towel, wrung it out, walked to the bed and handed it over.

Lin Yan lifted his eyelashes numbly, and didn't mean to move at all.

Then, I saw Jing Yuanzhou suddenly leaning down under the calm eyes of the two.

Lin Yan's heart finally jumped a little, and he said vigilantly: "What are you doing?"

"I've just sweated, it's not good to sleep like this." Jing Yuanzhou looked down, his face was indifferent, "If you don't want to move, I will wipe it for you. Don't worry, there is no service fee this time."

Lin Yan's gaze flicked over the hair that fell just a short distance away, and he was taken aback for a moment. He didn't come back to his senses until the moist touch of the towel wiped off his forehead. He hurriedly reached out and grabbed it: "I wipe it myself."

He didn't have much strength all over his body right now, but fortunately, Jing Yuanzhou released his hand as soon as he put on the towel, and he really just grabbed it like this.

Jing Yuanzhou watched Lin Yan wipe a few carelessly on his face, cast his eyes down a little, and motioned: "Wipe your neck too?"

The place where the line of sight passed by the neck seemed to be inexplicably hot.

Lin Yan was stunned for a moment, and after wiping it quickly, he threw the towel back into Jing Yuanzhou's hand, wailing: "Let me go, let me sleep for a while."

Jing Yuanzhou looked at this unlovable face, and finally did not continue to toss him: "Go to sleep, I will boil some hot water for you. When you wake up, you can just drink a little."

Lin Yan gave a vague "um", rolled over the messy bedding next to him, turned around, and immediately buried his whole person in it.

He seldom shows a state of exhaustion in front of others. At this time, he is obviously really tired. He no longer controls Jing Yuanzhou's eyes on him, and closes his eyes heavily.

In fact, when he was on the court before, he was already a little dizzy.

Although today's team voice has been kept as quiet as possible, in the course of this kind of game, communication within the team is ultimately indispensable, and the suffocation brought by the atmosphere is still inevitable.

Being in such an environment for too long, every minute and every second is a test of will.

Even a person like Lin Yan who is extremely tough in his heart felt that he had almost reached the tipping point of losing control for a moment.

After Jing Yuanzhou went back to the bathroom and stirred up the towels, he hung it back on the wall and poured another pot of water on it. When he came out again, he found that the man on the bed had fallen asleep.

Lin Yan was almost lying on the bed, half of his face buried in the pillow, only the smooth and distinct outline of half of his face was exposed. The eyelashes are very long and fall quietly, like butterfly wings in a rest. The quilt was crumpled together without image, and held tightly in his arms, as if in this way could he get enough security in his sleep.

Jing Yuanzhou stood on the head of the bed and looked at it for a while, and made sure that Lin Yan was sleeping soundly right now, then he pulled a chair from the side and sat down and played with the phone casually.

The latest news I received was from Gu Luo, saying that the recording of the show there has ended, and he is now on his way back to the hotel.

Because the gh base is not too far from here, they should have set off directly back, but considering Lin Yan's situation, they still chose to stay one more night.

Jing Yuanzhou replied "I know", and subconsciously glanced at the person on the bed.

It can be seen that Lin Yan is obviously unwilling to think about his past, so he has never chosen to tell other players about ptsd. Even if he left early, he found an excuse to be busy. If it weren't for a person like Jing Yuanzhou who knew it, I'm afraid he would be prepared to fight everything silently.

No matter how unruly this person is in normal times, in fact, he is most concerned about the development of the club.

When Jing Yuanzhou thought of this, he felt a slight tugging in his heart.

Having spent so long in the e-sports circle, he has been accustomed to seeing all kinds of people, and more hastily retired due to injuries and other reasons. Originally, he had become accustomed to various regrets and deficiencies. Even, he was ready at any time to give his final thoughts on his retirement.

But he didn't expect that he was so proud of his heart that he just looked at this sleeping face and felt a little distressed for no reason.

Even if the performance is calm and gentle, the wanton flying figure in today's arena cannot be hidden.

Obviously, he also has the light he wants to chase.

Jing Yuanzhou was silent for a moment, opened the browser with his mobile phone, and slowly entered the search term: ptsd treatment.

A faint light leaked from the hanging curtains, which happened to lie between the two, faintly shaking with the wind, becoming the only movement.

When Lin Yan woke up, the sky had already darkened completely. He frowned slightly, and rolled his eyes while holding the quilt in the blur, before opening his eyes in a daze.

I stretched out my hand and rubbed it gently. When I didn’t know the time, my first reaction was to reach out to touch the phone. When I looked up, I just saw the faint outline beside the bed. I was stunned: "Scare me, you sit down." What are you doing here?"

Jing Yuanzhou: "Check it, this location has good Feng Shui."

Lin Yan: "..."

In this case, the last two sentences should have been ridiculed, but he didn't know why, he always felt that Jing Yuanzhou's tone was always so different from usual.

"Why don't you turn on the lights?" Lin Yan didn't ask much, but changed the subject with a dazed head.

Just about to get up to look for the switch, Jing Yuanzhou had already stood up first and turned on the bedside lamp.

The eyes of the two finally met.

Jing Yuanzhou asked, "Are you hungry, order something to eat first?"

With that said, Lin Yan did feel a little hungry: "Well, you didn't eat either? Then just order some."

Jing Yuanzhou responded, poured a cup of hot water to Lin Yan, and called the hotel restaurant.

After a while, the waiter who delivered the meal rang the doorbell of the room.

Lin Yan felt some energy regained after filling his stomach. He glanced at the time, not greedy for his warm bed, but turned and opened the suitcase next to him.

As soon as Jing Yuanzhou sorted the trash, he saw Lin Yan had put his notebook on the table, and he took a short pause: "Aren't you going to sleep?"

"Well, I'm full for the time being." Lin Yan replied casually, holding the phone in one hand and operating the mouse skillfully in the other. In a blink of an eye, he opened a document. I found a lot of problems, not just for the opponent, but also for our team. Sure enough, I still have to experience it on the spot to find out. I think I should have found a jungler rhythm that suits our team. Write it down, and talk to abyss later. It should be a big improvement."

Jing Yuanzhou has always known that Lin Yan is a workaholic, but he didn't expect to be so crazy. He was still in bed just like a salted fish one second before, and now he has to work hard to improve the game record.

He lowered his eyebrows subconsciously, and the corners of his mouth were also lowered a bit.

However, Jing Yuanzhou still didn’t say much after his gaze fell over the back of the table. He just grabbed the emptied water cup and poured a cup of hot water on Lin Yan’s hand while holding the phone. Sit back on the sofa next to him.

No one had spoken during the whole process, but it made Lin Yan glance back subconsciously.

Seeing Jing Yuanzhou's expression calmly swiping the phone, he gently patted his forehead and began to sort out the newly collected information report.

Time passed by every minute.

Lin Yan has always been very involved when he is working, until he heard Jing Yuanzhou getting up from the sofa, he realized that he was already a little bit more unknowingly.

Followed for a moment.

In other words, how many hours did this person sit on the sofa and use his phone?

Such thoughts flashed through his mind, and Lin Yan thought about it more and more and felt that there seemed to be something wrong with Jing Yuanzhou today. He was about to ask something, when the phone screen suddenly lit up and a voice application reminder sounded.

Lin Yan lowered his head and glanced at the "titans" remarks on the voice initiator, then subconsciously looked back, and saw Jing Yuanzhou sitting on the bed, and the interface for initiating the voice was illuminated on the phone screen.

Obviously, you don’t need to shout at the face-to-face distance, but you still need to use your mobile phone?

Lin Yan was stunned for a moment and then pressed the answer, his eyes contacted from a distance, and he smiled and asked, "What are you playing, Team Jing?"

There are only these spaces in the room. Jing Yuanzhou's voice came from the air, and it gradually merged with the words in the receiver: "Actually, I have been thinking about the afternoon game."

Although somewhat inexplicable, Lin Yan actually thought this communication method was quite fun, and smiled and picked up the phone and asked, "Is there any discovery?"

"Yeah." Jing Yuanzhou replied softly, "I found that something seems to be yours, so I want to ask you for a favor."

Things that only he can help sounded somewhat rare.

Lin Yan raised his eyebrows slightly: "Talk about it?"

Jing Yuanzhou: "You know, I've been studying the way to run in with the team recently, but after all, as old players get used to the old-age care model of the bk team, I feel a little bit unable to keep up with the rhythm of these young people. ."

Lin Yan laughed.

The bk team uses the pension model, which is true, just to say that titans can't keep up with the rhythm of the team? What about a liar?

Except that Jing Yuanzhou did research the team's running-in method, there was no truth to the others.

Jing Yuanzhou didn’t change his expression under Lin Yan’s expression of "Look at you flicking": "However, after the game with IBB this afternoon, I suddenly found out that as long as you are in the same team, it seems like Instinctively it can be a lot more brutal. Coach Lin, don’t you say it’s amazing?"

Lin Yan: "???"

Turning the chair half a circle with his toes on his toes, he raised the corners of his mouth without a smile: "Why don't we hear that this doesn't sound like a good thing? Can you radiate your brutal instincts with my team? Team King, this will Makes me reasonably suspicious, have you wanted to beat me for a long time?"

Jing Yuanzhou's eyes raised slightly: "How is this possible. The reason for this special effect is obviously because your presence can make me feel particularly relieved."

Lin Yan waited for him to continue the horror.

Jing Yuanzhou's expression is still calm: "Really, I have never felt so relieved like this afternoon on the field. This feeling is like as long as you are by my side, no matter what operations I make, You can definitely get a perfect response. I think this should be the kind of resonance in the team I'm looking for."

Lin Yan: "...You might as well say, I am the destiny you want to find."

Jing Yuanzhou raised his eyebrows: "If you want to understand it this way, it doesn't seem to be a problem."

The room was quiet for a moment, and Lin Yan couldn't help but chuckle: "Okay, I've been in such a big circle, the more I pull it away. Come on, what do you want me to help?"

"It's actually very simple." Jing Yuanzhou looked up and paused, "I just hope that when I have free time, Coach Lin can play a few more rounds of double rehearsal and practice hands with me, just find the feeling at that time. Maybe I can really be freed from the pace of retirement earlier, but that’s not necessarily true. Do you think this is true?"

Lin Yan was stunned: "Should I practice with you?"

Jing Yuanzhou responded: "From the performance of this afternoon, if my observations are correct, your acceptance of my voice should be fairly good. According to the previous statement, the voice of the double row should be better than that of the team game. It’s a lot easier to come and play two rounds together occasionally, there shouldn’t be much problem."

Having said this, he hooked up the corners of his mouth intentionally: "The two people are connected to the microphone, probably like we use communication now. You see that we have been communicating for so long now, does that mean, My voice is still... within your acceptable range?"

The last sentence fell around, and Lin Yan didn't speak for a while.

He raised his eyes and looked at Jing Yuanzhou's expression. He didn't know what he was thinking, and the expression of the eyes under his eyes changed a little.

At this time, he didn't know what purpose this person deliberately talked to him for so long.

After a while, he laughed playfully: "Team Jing, do you really want me to practice with you? Or, are you willing to sell yourself to me for remission?"

Jing Yuanzhou had spoken as tactfully as possible, but Lin Yan was too clever, and he was unwilling to pretend to be confused with cleverness.

When he was exposed at this time, he didn't give any explanation at all: "Actually, you can understand it whatever you want."

With such a calm attitude, Lin Yan was silent for a moment, without saying anything, and directly hung up the voice call that had lost its meaning. Sitting back in front of the computer again, he began to check the game data that had just been sorted out.

It's just obvious, some absent-minded.

The document stayed on the first page for a long time, and I didn't read it down for a long time.

There was a strange silence in the room.

Just when Jing Yuanzhou thought he would not answer, Lin Yan suddenly rubbed a handful of messy hair, and a slightly annoying voice came in a low voice: "This matter... Look."

Jing Yuanzhou was taken aback for a moment, the arc of the corner of his mouth quietly became clear.

"Well, I'm not in a hurry."

Lin Yan could feel the distinct gaze falling on him, and for a moment only felt that he was unwilling to work, and he simply closed the notebook: "I will be back to the base tomorrow morning, go to bed early."

The author has something to say: 　　 Jing Yuanzhou: Take the initiative to sell yourself.

Lin Yan: Let me think about it~-

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