[Honor, or life? 】

……

Back to the club.

The person in charge, the coach, the manager, etc., urgently discussed the countermeasures.

Then they contacted the media outlets who often write for them and told them how to report it.

After doing it, the coach asked Yu Zhe: "Are you feeling unwell?" ”

Yu Zhe lowered his eyes: "No, I'm fine." ”

It's just a little uncomfortable in my heart.

Coach: "You're just uncomfortable, that's how the report is written!"

Now, you hurry up and post a Weibo to apologize to your fans! ”

Yu Zhe paused for a while before slowly opening Weibo.

As soon as I opened it.

Countless messages popped up.

The page is stuck, and the phone is frozen.

Coach: "......"

After waiting for a while, the page is back to normal, and there are still new messages.

Yu Zhe didn't need to look at it, he knew that he was scolding himself.

Maybe someone understands or encourages him.

But there are very few such people, as few as pearls on the beach.

Yu Zhe didn't want to apologize.

The long finger quickly clicked and sent out the first Weibo after the game.

That was the doubt he had hidden deep in his heart, and he wanted to find someone to agree:

[Honor or life, which is more important?] 】

As soon as this Weibo came out, the number of replies was rising rapidly.

Someone continued to scold;

Someone asked what it meant;

Some people say hypocrisy;

Some people are also worried about losing to the human machine, so Yu Zhe can't think about committing suicide......

The coach furrowed his eyebrows: "Let you apologize, what do you mean by sending this?" ”

Yu Zhe: "Life is more important than honor, I don't think I'm wrong." ”

Coach: "Unreasonable! ”

He was so angry that he almost wanted to hit someone.

Yu Zhe looked at him for a moment, then lowered his eyes and sat quietly on the chair, with a somewhat loveless look on his face.

It was a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy, his face was still a little childish, his body was thin, his face was very bleak, and he looked quite sympathetic.

But the coach was even more angry, and some hated that iron could not be made of steel, and snorted angrily:

"You're not in a good state, go to the hospital for a check-up."

Yu Zhe: "I'm fine, I'm just a little tired. ”

It turned out that he still couldn't face defeat calmly.

Even if it was willing, he did it willingly.

He opened his phone and took a look, just as a @hisWeibo popped up.

It's their mid laner:

[Don't be like this, okay?] If you lose, you will have all kinds of hints, you want to die or live, which makes people so scared, can't you apologize obediently? 】

Yu Zhe endured it for three seconds.

And then......

I can't take it anymore.

Reply:

[I don't think it's any glory to win over man-machine,

I don't think there's any shame in giving in to life. 】

He just hasn't gotten used to losing an important tournament yet.

After thinking about it, Yu Zhe posted another Weibo and apologized:

[Maybe one day you will know the truth of the matter,

Maybe you'll never get a chance to know.

Either way, I don't think I've done anything wrong.

I obey my inner moral law, even at a cost.

Yes, I deliberately wanted to lose to the human machine.

I'm sorry for everyone's trust and support, it's all my fault.

You can scold me as much as you like, but in the future, please don't kill Li Bai, thank you! 】

The coach first saw this Weibo, and his face immediately changed:

"You're sick on horseback! The draft has already been written, and it's okay to say you're not feeling well......

Even if you really want to lose, you can't admit it so directly! ”

Yu Zhe was already quick to uninstall the Weibo APP.

Out of sight is out of sight.

He didn't know that under this Weibo, the comment area quickly exploded-

"Am I right? Deliberately losing? ”

"Really, I'm disappointed, I'm going to turn around, I hope there is a reasonable explanation, otherwise I would think you have a mental illness."

"Forget it, I won't watch the game, look at the face quietly, do you want to enter the entertainment industry to mix up?"

There is also an army of rotten women, who are unusually interested in the last sentence of Weibo:

"(✧◡✧) I just want to know the first Han Xin in the national service, why are we not allowed to kill Li Bai?"

"Han Xin, are you already in love with Ah Bai?"