When Yao Binglan and Liu Xiaobao came and went, there was a black latest Maserati sports car parked on the street not far from the Internet café in Youcheng. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

A meter in front of the car, Wen Shang had been standing for a long, long time.

His mind went blank, and he stood here, perhaps just because he didn't know where he was going for a while.

No matter how popular the sports car is, it's not his... When his eyes were blackened by the sun, and his head was very dizzy, he finally remembered something that had to be done, and turned to look at the team members who were sitting in the shade waiting for him, and the strong sense of frustration made him very unhappy.

But he won't vent his emotions or anything because he doesn't have much better to do himself.

The moment he walked out of the Internet café in the ghost city, he felt that the world was all new, waiting for him to conquer.

When I went out and was basked in the afternoon sun, everything was clear, and I hid the reality in the corner of my heart, naked/exposed.

Walking to the side of the players, Wen Shang took out the 100,000 yuan that the first group of people who found him before the game, and divided 20,000 yuan for each person, "Disperse, I'm old, I can't play professional e-sports anymore, you, whether you have e-sports in the future or not, you have to live a wonderful life." ”

Mental insanity because of this is for sure, twenty thousand dollars is a huge amount of money for each of them, and later...

"Thank you, Captain."

"Take care, Captain."

"Captain, go have a good time tonight?"

Wen Shang pulled the corners of his mouth desperately, laughing without saying a word, and for a moment, the three of them said in unison, "Captain... Then let's go first..."

Smiling, nodding, and saying goodbye one by one, Wen Shang's scarred heart was constantly torn apart...

Don't even want bananas and leave, ten catties, you can eat the amount of your calf, where will you go tonight, don't wait for the youth to burn out before regretting that you didn't cherish it...

The words held in his heart made Wen Shang more and more sad.

But what can it be? He lost, and the subversive team had no future, and disbandment was inevitable.

His youth has died out, and all he has to do now is to smile and watch his teammates leave him, leaving himself whose flower of youth has withered, otherwise, he will only waste their good youth...

Today is the last match day of the first phase of the Hundred Cities, and the dissolution of the team is in the city of Shenyang, and countless first-class cities in the entire universe are being staged.

Walking back under the sun, as if only the scorching sun could warm his heart, Wen Shang looked at the whole street, and raised his hand to look at the time, ten o'clock in the afternoon.

If you are an idler at home, it is good to eat a chilled melon at home to cool off and watch the game, or it is also a pleasure to sleep beautifully with the air conditioner on, so what are you doing here...

"Captain..."What made Wen Shang end the state of separation was the 20,000 yuan returned to his arms.

"Koharu, you... You played very well today, if you hadn't withstood the pressure and dismantled C4 at a critical moment, we would have been embarrassed to subvert the team blasting mode... Cha Liangren go, how can there be any subversion of the team," Wen Shangzi laughed at himself, and continued to nag and instruct Xiaochun, who was clenching his back tooth socket, "You take this money, you can use it when school starts... Although the government will solve the cost of the road for you, it is always good to have more money on you and have more money on you. ”

"Captain, I'm not good enough... Captain... Don't you think this money looks like a fragment of the Berlin Wall? ”

"Huh? What do you mean. ”

"It looks clean, but it's actually full of blood... You know, I'm clean, and there's blood in this money, so I can't ask for it. ”

Xiaochun is a junior this year, he is the youngest player in the subversion team, he is small and thin, and his appearance is not good, Wen Shang usually takes care of him.

Wen Shang, who knew his details, did not question the decision of this young genius to switch to e-sports as others did.

Whatever the reason, he admired this brave man who had the courage to go from the flower-covered road to the thorny road.

They talked about techniques and tactics, dreams, the Central Star, the Battle of Berlin, and everything they were interested in.

"Blood? This money is very clean..."The infinite bitterness could no longer be suppressed, and when the meaning of withering surfaced from the corners of Wen Shang's mouth, Koharu's tears also dripped on the road that exuded a scorching smell.

As soon as the tears hit the ground, they disappeared, leaving no trace on the scorching pavement.

Just like e-sports, after more than ten years of hard work, except for a pitiful amount of money, there is nothing left for Wen Shang.

This empty street is so cruel as well.

No matter how hot it is, you can't stop the coldness.

It doesn't take Xiaochun to say it more clearly, Wen Shang can receive the most complete thoughts of this innocent child.

Yes, my money is blood, and that blood comes from my freshly dead youth!

"Captain! What is the economic situation of the team, others don't know, I don't know! ”

Wen Shang did not answer.

"Your dream is completely dead, and you just let me take your youth pension and go away without a direction!?"

Wen Shang didn't know how to answer.

"Captain, I'm your brother, your youth is gone, my youth has just begun, and my blood is not cold yet!! Woo!! ”

"Ahh

Wen Shang hugged the roaring Koharu fiercely, howling more heart-rending than him.

It's a lament that no one would have heard.

But someone heard it.

The two people who hugged their heads and cried were next to Maserati sports cars with a crack in the window.

Inside sat Ma Xin, who came with Yao Binglan's instructions, she had been hesitating in the car for a long time, because of the order of the regiment commander, because of her own clothes, but it was more likely because of the loneliness of Wen Shang standing alone beside her car, she could only sit in the car all the time.

No one wants to break the loneliness of Wen Shang, and now Ma Xin just wants to listen to a doomsday song-like melody played by these two brothers and sisters with their cries.

Even if it is the end of the world, the blood is not cold!

Not far behind the two people who hugged and cried was the noisy Internet café in the ghost city.

The Internet café can be called a noisy gong and drum, and the scorching sun street outside the Internet café is empty except for the two of them.

In such a hot weather, the sun is burning in the afternoon, and there are few pedestrians on the streets, and there is no intoxicating warm wind like spring.

As if the roasted air was constantly being sucked into his chest, Wen Shang felt himself burning.

After listening to such a boiling declaration of youth, how could his blood be willing to be cold again!

"You kid... Follow me for another two months! Mix until your vacation is over! ”

"And then?"