Qiu Quan stood in the bathroom, his hands propped on both sides of the sink, his forehead hair wet with water and sticking to his forehead.

His headband was ripped off and thrown in the training room.

Droplets of water slid down his cheeks on the sides of his face, converging on his jaw, and some slowly slid down his neck and onto his collarbone.

He looked soggy.

In addition to resentment, there was also a little confusion in the ice blue eyes.

After a long time, he raised his head and looked at himself in the mirror.

"Damn."

Qiu Quan gritted his teeth and smashed his fist on the mirror.

"I'm so a**!"

He knew that at this critical moment, his mentality had become like this, and he was dragging the whole team back.

He knows that the next one is very important, so he must win!

He must not be like this!

He's going to fight, he's going to fight!

But why...... He also wanted to play the last one, but King Canyon seemed to have become particularly unfamiliar.

The other party is targeting him.

Every step he took seemed very difficult, as if his feet were stuck in the mud.

Scold.

Is......

Qiu Quan sneered, and the corners of his lips in the mirror were coldly hooked, and his face was full of self-deprecation.

He knew he wasn't doing his best.

The captain said that Bian Jin lacked something, and Bian Jin lacked the motivation to succeed.

But in fact, he is even more.

The meaning of his victory is to show off.

Tell others that he has the ability to escape from his old life.

But he was actually afraid.

He doesn't like the public eye, he is a little afraid of being watched by everyone like that, he is tired, tired.

He didn't like it.

Since he was a child, his parents taught him that if others are good, you must be better, and he must be top-notch and excellent.

He admitted, he did it, and he was all good, but it wasn't really interesting, and he wasn't happy at all.

He's learning when others are playing, and he's still learning when he's learning.

When someone asks him to play, his parents say it's a waste of time.

It seems that he was born to be a social elite and a winner, as if he has decided from birth what to do in the future!

Decide what kind of person you want to be in the future!

Decide what kind of person you want to be friends with in the future!

It's all framed.

Why...... Why!

He struggled to escape from the boring life, but when he came out, he found that he was out of step with the people around him.

Not everyone likes to be a school grass.

Very small, very young.

He just wants to play with other people.

When the children saw him, they all left, leaving him alone.

When he was in school, he was very good, so good that others couldn't reach him, and no one dared to approach, and what he approached was either confessing or showing off what he had a school buddy.

He didn't like that.

Wouldn't it be nice to keep it simple?

Slowly, he stopped talking.

How good it is to be transparent about yourself.

Play games by yourself, dance hip-hop by yourself, go to the game hall by yourself, put on headphones, and don't have to worry about yourself.

The best way to not want to be rejected is to reject someone first.

It turned out to be a long time.

I'm used to it, too.

He is also accustomed to his own way of life, he has the courage to play as a shooter, and when he plays with other heroes, he looks expressionless and actually panics.

Qiu Quan looked at his face in the mirror.

The long fingers pressed the corners of his lips, and the arc of the sneer increased.

"Qiu Quan, you are really weak, you are a coward."

He laughed at himself.

He knows better than anyone.

In the D.R team, he's the most fragile inside.

Everyone else is surviving in adversity, and they are all determined not to do it.

And he is still hypocritical about these messy things.