There is a stubbornness that has lasted for a long time, when was it broken?

Is it that the coach is perfunctory and the girl is not suitable for esports?

Is the wrist joint told by the doctor that it is not appropriate to continue?

It was the parents who said distressed, don't go home, right?

It doesn't seem to be.

There are thousands of reasons, but there is only one person, and he is casually shaken.

Crushed, a stubborn.

Extinguished, blazing.

At the end of the season and the announcement of retirement, League of Legends is like an unattainable star, shining with temptation but not within reach.

Yu Zhuoran began to give himself a chance to remember in the middle of the night.

Today is the day of the end of the press conference.

There is no training, no live broadcast, no review, only wrist and elbow pain, shouting all the time.

- Your esports career is completely over.

Championship trophies and rings sit quietly in glass display cases.

The external equipment was also wiped clean and placed in the backpack, and the embroidered Ran in the corner showed that it belonged.

Somewhat glaring.

It has become to be once owned.

I know that as a star player in the LPL arena that has attracted much attention, she is also the only female player among the current professional players.

Yu Zhuoran knows that he can't cry, crying is hypocrisy, crying is weakness.

Once the tears fall and are seen, there are thousands of descriptions of the keyboard in the hands of others.

A simple bow on stage, without emotion, explains the purpose.

Ignore the tone and copy provided in the team's script.

She only said.

"I'm sorry I didn't take everyone's expectations and go to the next glory together."

Slowly took out the captain's badge from his pocket, with a deep three bows, and left the table directly.

She went from being unpopular, to training hard, challenging authority step by step, and achieving season milestones.

I have to say that Yu Zhuoran's appearance has really touched the circle of discrimination against female players in the e-sports circle.

I still remember that on the day she challenged Rong Jiu, she used up all her courage and strength.

Carrying all kinds of Rong Jiu, leading the team, and carrying the weight for him.

Exciting games, miracles of turning the tables against the wind again and again.

Let's chase two and three in the qualifiers.

A desperate clean sheet in the finals.

Outcome.

It's exciting, but it's also sad.

At the moment of showing the winner, Yu Zhuoran, who was tired, flashed too much beauty in his mind, decorating one of the most important moments in his life.

in the picture.

It was the boy who secretly cheered her up and stuffed her with a small note to give her juice.

It was the captain who lost the game and was locked in the small black house to replay and educate her.

It's the man who makes a bad demon and pretends to be innocent if he doesn't agree with him.

That person is Rong Jiu.

The softest light in her heart.

The strength to support yourself all the way.

But Yu Zhuoran also lost to Rong Jiu, because it was difficult to escape the love word.

What she thought was Rong Jiu was just what she guessed.

You can never guess what is going on in his heart.

But he will always see through his heart.

She will always remember what she heard inadvertently on the eve of the finals, the so-called jokes, the so-called bets.

The severely painful joints, the barely erect back, supported her stubbornness, and she stood in front of the trophy and wanted to lift it, but what she found was a deep sense of powerlessness in her body.

She stepped forward and kissed the trophy, unable to even complete the gesture of hugging.

Her teammates hugged her in a circle, Yu Zhuoran just felt cold, and the superficial friendship of all was only wrapped in interests.

Heroes are crowned gods, and teams are crowned.

Rong Jiu, lie down and taste the gall, and return in time.

And she retired and left, and Fanghua declined.

She looked at the night sky, thinking about the so-called existence, the so-called past, the so-called future.

There seems to be no solution.

The screen of the private number phone suddenly lit up.

The devil sent the god to open and read.

Uncle Gang: Decadent little girl, e-sports is not only PC, the LPL field is retiring from injury, and the KPL field is waiting for you to fight for the top again!

In the MMS attachment, the electronic version of the invitation to the Extreme Gravity Training Program has been sent.

Yu Zhuoran clicked on it, read it word by word seriously, and muttered in a low voice: "Why are you so old-fashioned and actually send MMS?" ”

She didn't know that when she read, the light in her eyes was so beautiful.

Later, she was still stubborn.

"Esports belongs to anyone, and you and I will eventually meet at the top."