Jiujiu's book was not very popular, but rather, it was very popular.
Jiujiu's book had only been published for less than a million words, but the editor had already started to talk to Jiujiu about the publication. Of course, he also asked about how many tens of thousands of words the book would be. He wanted to arrange follow-up recommendations for Jiujiu according to the word count.
Jiujiu had a habit of writing books. She would not keep writing for the sake of dragging the word count. She was the kind of person who would write the ending directly after she finished writing the plot.
Jiujiu thought about her plot and told the editor that she had about 500,000 more words before the ending. Then, she stopped talking.
Because she wanted to apply for a job as a data analyst for Team Y, Jiujiu had been frantically writing every day. She wanted to finish writing all the words in advance so that she would have more time to help Mo Jinghao in the future.
While Jiujiu was busy trying to catch up with the word count, the summer competition started in a low-key manner.
Team Y's matches were relatively close to each other. They basically had at least one match per week.
While Jiujiu was busy trying to catch up with the word count, their team had already experienced three matches. However, the results were not good.
Although it was 1-2 every time, a loss was still a loss.
After losing three times in a row, everyone's expression was a little ugly. Especially the team's coach, Coach Wang, who was in a particularly gloomy mood. He had criticized Mo Jinghao a lot because of this.
Mo Jinghao had become famous for his god-level operation in a 1v4 match. There was no doubt about how good his operation was. However, the problem was that he was playing in a passer-by game at that time.
Although there were powerful players in the passer-by game, because they had not undergone systematic training, some of their responses would seem a little weak.
However, it was different for professional teams. The opponents had all undergone systematic training and had basically played together for one or two years. There was no doubt about their tacit understanding. Therefore, it was more difficult than ascending to the heavens to deal with a 1v4 match in such a situation.
Mo Jinghao was the team's AD, one of the team's main damage dealers. However, when he played in a match, he always gave off the feeling that he was playing solo. Especially in a team battle, he would always subconsciously jump onto the opponent's face to deal damage. Occasionally, this method could catch the opponent off guard and catch them off guard. However, most of the time, as soon as he jumped onto the opponent's face, he would immediately be controlled and killed.
A team only had two centers. The AD, the main damage dealer, died. Naturally, the rest of the team had nothing to fear. Soon, they were all killed by the opponent as if they were vegetables, and thus the game was over.
Because they had lost consecutively and had to shoulder the majority of the blame, although the team members did not say anything, Mo Jinghao blamed himself to the extreme.
. Mo Jinghao had always known that as long as you started playing professionally, not only would you have to face the danger of losing the team, you would also have to face the scolding of those harsh netizens. However, this was the first time he had been scolded so harshly, and there were even some curses. Mo Jinghao, who was only 17 years old, could not take it.
In those normal families, he was just a child who needed to be doted on. However, in this team, he was not a child. He was someone who had to bear countless amounts of pressure, and then he had to bear the pressure and drag the team forward.
Even though he had done countless mental preparations, Mo Jinghao still could not take it.
Mo Jinghao lay on his bed and took out his phone to send a WeChat message to Jiujiu: "Sister, am I very useless?"
During the match, he always wanted to show off his skills, but every time he started to show off, he would be controlled by the opponent and killed, causing his teammates to lose the match.
His teammates took his emotions into consideration and said that they did not stall for time every time. However, in reality, as long as one had eyes, they could see that the reason they lost the match was all because of his major mistakes.
All the skills in the match were like dancing on the tip of a knife. There was no room for any mistakes.
If there were no mistakes, you would win everything. However, if you made even the slightest mistake, then you would lose everything.
Just as he sent the message, Mo Jinghao remembered that Jiujiu had told him that she had been busy with her manuscript recently. He hurriedly picked up his phone and prepared to withdraw the message.
However, because the message had already been sent two minutes ago, it could not be withdrawn.
Just as Mo Jinghao was thinking about what he should say to tell Jiujiu not to worry about him, Jiujiu called.
Mo Jinghao picked up the call and called out obediently: "Sister."
Mo Jinghao's depressed voice came through the phone.
Even though she did not see Mo Jinghao's appearance, Jiujiu could imagine Mo Jinghao's current appearance. He must be like a little puppy who had been wronged, wagging his furry little tail and looking at her pitifully for comfort.
Jiujiu coughed lightly to clear her mind and asked: "What's wrong? Are you in a bad mood? "
Mo Jinghao: "Sister, am I very useless?"
Jiujiu: "No, I think you're quite good."
Mo Jinghao said guiltily: "But I lost three matches in a row. Also, if it wasn't for me yesterday, we would have already won."
Jiujiu also watched yesterday's match. If she really wanted to share the blame, basically everyone had a problem. Of course, just like what was said online, Mo Jinghao's problem was the biggest. If he had not jumped in to show off his skills in the last round, he would not have been killed instantly and lost the ability to defend the tower, thus losing the ability to play normally.
However, these things could not be explained clearly in a few words.
Fortunately, she was also going to Shanghai tomorrow. Jiujiu said: "How about this, I'm also going to Shanghai tomorrow. Let's meet up and talk about it. How about that?"
Hearing that Jiujiu was coming, Mo Jinghao instantly swept away his depression and said excitedly: "Sister, you're coming?"
"My book is about to be published, so I'm coming over to discuss the contract and apply to be your data analyst. Why? Am I not welcome?"
Hearing that Jiujiu was coming to apply to be a data analyst, Mo Jinghao got up from the bed and said excitedly: "Congratulations, sister. Your book is about to be published. Welcome to our team as a data analyst."
Jiujiu laughed: "What do you want to eat tomorrow? I'll make it for you."
Mo Jinghao: "I've been losing recently. I don't deserve to eat."
Jiujiu: "Losing is not scary. What's scary is not knowing why you lost. Also, you're my brother. How can you not deserve to eat the food I make?"
The disappointed Mo Jinghao was instantly warmed by Jiujiu's words. He said softly: "Actually, I know why I lost. I'm just not convinced. I'm clearly so good, but …"
He had been suppressed by others.
Because he was not convinced, he had been suppressing his anger during the competition. He wanted to prove himself, but in the process of proving himself, he lost again.
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