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Time flies, and it has been almost two months since the Huaxia Youth Sports Competitive League.

The league 100m event was won by someone else. It was not the son of Liao Fengming, who framed Meng Hui's principal, but one of the team led by Meng Chaosheng. Of course, no one guesses about all this. Because the field is so varied, no one can predict what will happen in the next moment. All this seems to have been arranged by fate, and it continues to interpret the spiritual and changeable life every day.

After more than a month of treatment, Meng Hui was discharged from the hospital two weeks ago and has been staying at home to recuperate his unhealed body and wounds. But the wound in my heart is getting deeper and deeper, and it haunts me every day like a nightmare. The pain in my heart is like this:

It's been a long time since I've been running like that

Spend the whole day in your sleep, and then start thinking cranky

I have doubts about what I am after

Feeling lost about the future

Disgusted with the status quo

It's been silent, just like the persistence it once had

Hobbies have been divided into static and dynamic

To be static is to sleep

Dynamic is turning over

And lately, I've been tossing and turning late at night

Tell yourself over and over again that maybe you slept too much during the day again, yes, that's all

It's just that I don't have the heart to sleep in the middle of the night

Silent in the abyss of sorrow

However, the pain of the past is always lingering, and the hope of the future is delayed. Meng Hui's eyes were full of confusion and infinite emptiness. Glancing at the mutilated right leg, he sighed. Weeping in samsara, speechless in the world. Pray in front of the gods and Buddhas and make a wish under the shooting stars. Hopefully we can go back and go back to the days when we used to train. The night is deep, and the dream is gone. But it will come back, like sadness that accompanies the cycle of memories. However, dreams are just dreams, and exploring flowers in dreams cannot become reality after all. The years have passed, and the repeated memories have extinguished hope, the pain can be forgotten, but the injury cannot be forgotten.

Just when he was confused about what to do in the future and had a lot of thoughts, the words that Yang Liang had said many times ago flashed in his mind.

"Or else! Meng Hui! You can give e-sports a try, yes, it's the League of Legends that Zhao Bin and I played! The hottest esports game in the world right now. ”

"I know that you have big dreams and a talent that is better than the average person. I hope that one day I can stand on the field again and continue to live my life. Because you don't belong to the ordinary, you won't live this life in a dull way. ”

"If the heart is there, the dream is there, Meng Hui!" "Think about it, maybe e-sports can accompany you to stick to your dreams! Go on with your wonderful life. There will be an important event in Oolong City on the 28th of next month, if you are interested, I will take you to see it at that time. ”

In the past month or so, Yang Liang has often come to see Meng Hui, but every time he comes to see Meng Hui depressed and discouraged, he is also very uncomfortable as Meng Hui's bosom friend. Meng Hui, who was lively and energetic in the past, when did he ever look like this.