Reading on his phone
Autumn had arrived.
It was autumn in Shanghai, and the breeze carried a hint of coolness.
The rooftop of Shisan High School was empty and quiet. Because it was on the top floor, the wind was a little strong, carrying with it the chill of autumn through people's sleeves and collars.
Anxin stretched out her hand and tightened the collar of her beige sweater. Then, she gently blew on her hand.
"King lost …"
"Lost to SSK."
"It must have been hard for you too."
The young girl asked in a soft voice, her tone was rare and gentle.
As a childhood friend and the "guide" who had dragged Lin Feng along to play League of Legends from S1, An Xin was the one who knew Lin Feng's identity best.
That was why she knew about the close relationship between King Team's top laner, Yuan Shen, who had fallen in the semi-finals of the world finals, and Lin Feng.
She also knew what the leader of SSK's Four Emperors meant to Lin Feng.
Lin Feng lowered his head.
He remained silent.
An Xin was calmly looking at Lin Feng. She didn't try to rush him either.
The rooftop was quiet, and only the sound of the wind could be heard.
After a while, Lin Feng lowered his head and slowly spoke.
"That night, Fatty called me."
"That guy cried again after he lost. He said that he was useless and that he didn't achieve victory with me as promised."
Lin Feng paused, pursing his lips.
"I didn't know how to comfort him.
"Actually … he's already done very, very well."
"At the time, I was thinking that against a strong team like SSK, even if Fatty went all out on his own, he wouldn't be able to create any miracles.
"So even if he lost, it didn't matter."
… …
"Fatty kept telling me that he didn't play well, that he let down everyone's hopes and mine. But I thought that he was under too much pressure.
"If … if I can fight alongside him, will he not have to bear so much pressure alone?"
"Then I watched the recordings of those three matches many, many times, pretending to be King's top laner and playing against F."
At this point, Lin Feng lowered his head and said in a low voice,
"But I couldn't.
"Right now, I'm too weak. Even if I really go up … I'm not F's match at all."
"It's useless."
"Even in the current Sixteen School League, if they want to fight against the high school, it will be the same."
"There's a gap between the strength of everyone in the Esports Club team and that of Shangwai Affiliated High School, so they'll have to rely on me to lead the way."
"That's why I've been desperately thinking about what to do, how to formulate tactics, how to improve my strength a little more —"
"But it seems like it's still not enough."
Lin Feng was talking to himself in a low voice. The wind was whistling through the air.
An Xin listened quietly. She pursed her lips and said nothing.
At that moment, Lin Feng suddenly said:
"Steamed Bun, don't you think I'm useless — —"
An Xin couldn't help but raise her eyebrows as a hint of anger flashed across her face.
…
However, Lin Feng didn't seem to notice. He lowered his head and continued to mutter to himself.
"Yeah, I'm really useless."
"Don't even talk about going to the world finals or fighting against SSK and that person. I can't even think of a high school-level Sixteen School Tournament like this … I can't even think of a way to lead everyone to victory on my own …"
"With this level of skill, what right do I have to say I'm going to be the best player in the world?"
Lin Feng lowered his head and murmured to himself. His mood was getting more and more depressed.
Suddenly —
Smack!
Lin Feng received a blow to the head.
"Ouch! Ouch!" Lin Feng clutched his head and stared at An Xin, who was slowly withdrawing her hand. "Steamed Bun, why did you hit me?"
An Xin raised her eyebrows and glared at Lin Feng with her beautiful eyes.
"To wake you up, you big idiot!"
"What do you mean 'useless'?"
"I hate it when you say stuff like that. It makes me want to beat you up!"
"You were the best mid laner in the country back then, and you even led the team to the finals of the S1 World Championship. How could you be 'useless'?"
"But that was before …" Lin Feng said.
An Xin glared at Lin Feng. "Don't interrupt! Let me finish! "
Lin Feng lowered his head and listened obediently to An Xin's words.
"Also, why do you have to take all the pressure on yourself just to get to Waifu High?
"It's a team game. Everyone has to work hard, and everyone has their own responsibilities.
"Why do you have to put all the blame on yourself?"
"You're always competing with yourself. If you can't get out of it, you still have to do it!
"You've always been like this, and you still can't change it!"
… …
Lin Feng's head hung lower and lower, and his aura grew weaker and weaker.
"But —"
Smack!
Lin Feng received another blow.
"But my ass! Do you think it's cool to take all the pressure on yourself? What are the others going to do if you're the only one? Have you ever considered that others will want to help and worry about you? "
An Xin grew angrier and angrier as she spoke. She raised her hand to give Lin Feng another blow.
Lin Feng had already resigned himself to his fate. He lowered his head and took the initiative to get beaten.
But An Xin's hand suddenly froze in midair.
Lin Feng waited for a long moment, but An Xin didn't give him another blow. He raised his head to look at An Xin in confusion, but then his vision blurred. He smelled a delicate fragrance, and a soft, warm body pressed against his.
Lin Feng didn't expect this at all, and he froze in place.
She reached out and hugged Lin Feng. An Xin's gentle voice rang in Lin Feng's ear, "Don't worry.
"Big idiot, I know."
"I know you're sad.
"But don't take all the pressure on yourself.
"You'll make others worry and feel sorry for you."
An Xin reached out and tousled Lin Feng's hair. She smiled.
"Besides, don't you still have me?"
Don't you still have me?
Lin Feng had calmed down after hearing those words and hugging him.
He stood there quietly, feeling the warmth of his childhood sweetheart's embrace. It was as if all the negative emotions he'd been feeling lately had faded away.
Suddenly, Lin Feng called out.
"Steamed Bun!"
"Mhm," An Xin replied.
Lin Feng scratched his head and said, "Oh, did you get fatter …?"
Slap!
An Xin mercilessly punched Lin Feng in the head!
An Xin pushed Lin Feng away, a murderous look on her face.
"Idiot! Do you want to die? You've clearly lost weight! "
… …
"So … two KO Masters, three Diamond 1 and Diamond 2, right?"
"Last year's Sixteen School League runner-up. Their style of play is fast and furious."
On the way back to the classroom, An Xin went through all the information Lin Feng had given her. She nodded in satisfaction. "You're right.
"Yeah, got it!"
Lin Feng added, "And they're really arrogant!"
An Xin curled her lips. "Arrogant bastards. Let's beat them up."
Then, she looked at Lin Feng and said, "Tonight, our Esports Club has training, right?"
"Oh, that's right." said Lin Feng while nodding. He then suddenly stopped and said, "Huh? Us? "
An Xin nodded naturally.
"Yeah."
"I've decided to join the esports club!"
She then glanced at Lin Feng and said in a threatening tone: "What? Are you looking down on me?"
Lin Feng shook his head like a rattle drum.
"That's more like it."
An Xin nodded in satisfaction. Then, she waved her fist at Lin Feng with a bright smile on her face.
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