But speaking of which …
After the National League.
They were about to leave, right?
Lin Feng was clearer about this than Xue Yaoyao.
Some people weren't heartless or naive.
But the people you cared about wanted to see you in this state.
That way, he would be more at ease when he left.
Lin Feng lifted his hand, downing another glass of wine.
A foreign country wasn't that far away.
It would only take a day's flight.
Wasn't transportation so advanced now?
But even such a consolation.
It couldn't change the fact.
His best brother was about to leave.
Hence, he couldn't leave any regrets in the National League.
Because of the competition tomorrow, they couldn't eat too late.
Feng Yi had always been a smiling prince. He stood up in his suit, holding the wine glass in his hand. "It's the semi-finals of the National League. After this match, we might meet with Xiangnan, our former opponent. They are now the ace of the esports industry. It is said that no one in China can defeat them. This time, it's time for Supreme Alliance to shine. Yun Hu, 1v1, Spade Z, Qin Mo, 2v2."
With that, he glanced at Qin Mo, smiling. "You and Little Spade can coordinate beforehand."
"Mmh," Qin Mo replied faintly. It was obvious that this arrangement was what he had in mind.
"I wish Supreme Alliance a victory."
With that, Feng Yi tilted his head back and downed the wine in his glass.
The duo he had high hopes for could finally shine in the esports arena.
The trump card had to be left for the crucial moment.
Because they knew that tomorrow's competition wasn't going to be easy.
Rao Rong, that man, had supported the entire team.
The night sky darkened.
At the same time.
In the same city.
In a different hotel.
After doing some research, Rao Rong was about to return to his room when he received a call.
It wasn't anyone else, it was the fake Z that the crime squad had been chasing.
The girl caressed the cat in her arms, sighing deeply. "Rao Rong, it's hard for me to call you so late at night. But I have no choice, there's a change of plans, you have to lose tomorrow's competition."
Lose?
Rao Rong clenched his empty hand. "Do you know what you're saying?"
"Calm down." The girl frowned, not liking his way of expressing his emotions. "The bet for this match is huge and many people have invested. Everyone has high hopes for your team. If you lose, our partner will earn quite a bit. Rao Rong, you don't have to react so strongly, you know better than me that things aren't as simple as they seem on the surface. There are benefits involved in esports as well. Isn't the reason why your previous club chased you away proof?"
Rao Rong tilted his head, his gaze sinking. "I can't agree to this request, this is esports."
"Rao Rong." The girl rubbed her forehead as if she felt that this person was extremely stubborn and troublesome. "Now that things have come to this, you should understand that whether or not your father's case will be overturned depends on whether or not you can satisfy your partner. You are already an adult, so I don't have to explain too much. Losing the competition is good for you."
Rao Rong's eyes reddened. "Are you threatening me?"
"Just treat it as a threat." The girl glanced over at the platform she was paying attention to, her gaze venomous. "Do whatever you want, it's just a suggestion. Before you make a decision, think about why you came back, don't mix things up. That way, your father's case can be reopened and I can help you gather more information. Or do you think you can avenge your father without us? Rao Rong, aren't you awake yet? The higher-ups don't have the time to bother with your father. So what if he was once a hero? It doesn't matter, it won't be easy to overturn the case. "
Every sentence was forcing Rao Rong to make a decision.
Why did he come back?
That year, his family broke up and he was chased out of the entertainment department. At his wits' end, he made a deal with the devil.
He had a premonition but his desire for revenge was too strong.
He wanted to overturn his father's case, to return all the humiliation he had suffered.
Once he got to know the devil …
He would fall into the abyss.
In the dead of night, Rao Rong kept asking himself this question.
The answer was inexplicable.
In such a world, the shameless always had a better life than the shameless.
Because they never felt guilty.
When the pain was at its peak.
Rao Rong would always smoke and this time was no exception.
He locked himself in the bathroom, lit a cigarette, and leaned his head against the wall. He raised one hand and heavily punched the wall.
He had to lose.
It was his blood.
He couldn't take revenge.
He couldn't accept it.
No one could understand how he had lived the past two years. The moment he closed his eyes, he would remember his father's face.
His body slid down the wall, his bloodshot eyes gradually returning to a calm state.
There were many ways to kill a person.
To destroy his will.
Rao Rong lowered his lids. When his black hair fell down, he typed three words. "I will lose …"
He couldn't even type another word.
In the end, he had let down his father's wishes, to be an upright person and play an exciting esports game.
He couldn't do it anymore.
Dreams weren't something that could be achieved with hard work.
In the face of dirty reality, one could only lower their head.
Rao Rong stood up, his back slightly damp as he walked into the night.
He assumed it would be pitch-black when he entered.
But when he opened the door, he was surprised to find the desktop on. Someone was sprawled on the table, rubbing his eyes when he entered. He cursed. "F * ck, Zhao Sanpang, you shameless bastard, you promised to train me so that I can face Supreme Alliance in a better state tomorrow. How dare you attack me when I'm asleep!"
"You're asleep, if I don't attack you, who else would I attack? Besides, how many times have I told you to call me Handsome?"
The earpiece was loud and the person's voice wasn't soft.
The quarrel made Rao Rong pause.
Lin Chentao turned his chair around, looking at him. "Captain, where did you go? I've been waiting for you."
Rao Rong reached out, tugging his collar. In the darkness, his expression couldn't be seen. "Just taking a walk."
"You couldn't sleep either, right?" Lin Chentao glanced up at the ceiling before shifting his gaze back. "We're going up against Supreme Alliance tomorrow and I can't even keep my hands to myself. Captain, will we win?"
Rao Rong tightened his grip at the last sentence. In that moment, he didn't dare to meet the annoying person's eyes.
Lin Chentao promised once again, "I won't drag you down."
Without any warning, when he turned his head, he saw that face.
Rao Rong tilted his head, his voice shrouded in the night. "It's late, sleep early. We'll talk about the competition tomorrow."
Hearing this, Lin Chentao was a little disappointed, but after thinking about it carefully, he felt that the captain was right.
"I'm going to play one more round to consolidate my skills."
Rao Rong didn't stop him, he didn't chase the annoying fellow out like before.
At least for today.
He wanted him to be alone with him.
The familiar game sounds.
The page of 'Hero' entered.
It was a game he had loved ever since he was a student.
His father used to play with him …
Listening to the sounds …
Rao Rong shut his eyes slowly …
At the hot spring hotel, the Supreme Alliance members weren't asleep yet.
While the Almighty was on the phone, Feng Yi left the youngster behind with a sly smile. "You don't have to worry, as the director of the Qin Group and your manager, I can handle such matters. You have to be careful, don't let the media catch you. You're still a boy, even if you're staying together, you have to be careful."
"Before you entered, we were playing." Bo Jiu leaned back, her arms slouching lazily. "What you saw was just the wager after the 1v1."
The corner of Feng Yi's mouth twitched in disbelief. "1v1? You and Young Master Qin? "
"Tomorrow's competition will make me realize my problem. The fastest way is to win against me." Bo Jiu stood up, stuffing a hand into her pocket as she sighed. "But the wager is a little shameless."
Feng Yi stilled.
This was the first time he had seen someone who could understand that person's intentions so quickly and analyze it so clearly.
"What did you learn?" Feng Yi chuckled.
The youngster glanced over, the moonlight shining through the floor-to-ceiling windows. Her silver hair accentuated her handsome face. "Hero isn't won by just having fast hands, it's just the basics. When you meet an expert who truly understands Hero, it's useless no matter how fast your hands are. In order to win, experience, strategy, and teamwork are required. Hero has never been a one-man game."
Feng Yi stilled again.
When had it been?
That person had said it before.
Hero had never been a one-man game.
The current Spade Z made him feel at ease.
If he were to fight against Rao Rong, regardless of how fast his hands were, he would still lose.
Tomorrow's competition was destined to be a battle of skills.
If he hadn't understood this point, he would have been worried Little Spade would lose.
But from the looks of it …
That person was more thorough than he had thought.
In a 1v1 match, Neng Yin had easily solved all the problems he was facing …
Feng Yi stood where he was, watching the youngster's back view as he left.
He was still waiting for Qin Mo.
Little Spade's side was fine.
But he knew the condition of Young Master Qin's hand better than anyone else.
The attending doctor in America had told him.
Young Master Qin hadn't fully recovered, only 70%.
He might have been able to survive the previous competition because of Little Spade Z. He didn't have to use the true Three Thousand Knife Cutting.
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