Suning didn't go home for five days.

Originally, he was out to play, but he was depressed because of the quarrel before leaving.

There was a cool breeze outside the door, blowing and feeling cold in his heart, remembering the last time he saw the girl's gaze, he didn't want to play ball, but was going to go directly to Hu Yishui's dormitory to live for a day or two.

But when he heard that Hu Yishui's dormitory was also the background sound effect of the Jedi game, he couldn't help it and bought a ticket to Hainan.

My mother used to want to go to Hainan with my father.

Facing the sea, spring flowers are blooming.

In the heart of my mother, who was full of love at that time, the power of this sentence was naturally self-evident.

Professional players fly to other gymnasiums every two weeks to play away, coupled with the usual training, and as a captain, even in the annual summer and spring breaks, my father has not accompanied my mother to see the sea for more than ten years.

Perhaps what my mother is pursuing is not to see the sea, but to enjoy the tranquility and beauty of the two people who meet the sea and the sky and the gulls and birds fly freely with my father.

He sat on a beach chair and squinted at the ocean in the distance.

The sound of laughter and slapstick came from the side, it was a group of young people, he watched the girls dressed playfully and cutely, happily stepping on the surging water on the beach, and saw them chasing and playing, he suddenly remembered the little monsters.

The little monster must like the sea.

He had seen her go alone to the edge of the virtual continent of Azeron in the game, stepping on the reef and looking at the sea with an end, imagining what the sea would look like.

If she could get out of the game and see the real sea, would she play like these girls?

Or will you still sit by the sea, quietly looking into the distance?

He couldn't help but think of her.

In the past five days, I have deliberately ignored this moment in my heart, and it exploded in unison.

He left without saying any hello.

Will she be afraid?

Could she be worried that something had happened to him?

Will she panic and be at a loss.

Oh, admit it, Suning.

Maybe that's what you thought deep down in your heart when you left, let her worry about yourself too, let her not always think about Yi Muyun in her heart, and let all her fears and frustrations be just because of you, Suning.

Such a childish means of revenge.

Because looking directly at one's own heart, whether it is guilt or remorse, or shame about oneself, it is like the waves of the sea surging over one after another, making my heart uneasy.

Especially when he suddenly remembered how she wept when he found her during that update.

Fragile, lonely, crying as if in despair.

He suddenly felt that the cool coconut water was only full of bitterness at this moment.

There was a slight throbbing pain in his heart, and he suddenly realized that the little monster at this moment might be just like his mother used to be, maybe he was looking forward to his return, but he was disappointed again and again to wake up.

He couldn't sit still anymore.

……

This sudden five-day vacation, he just wanted to let himself think more clearly.

He couldn't deny that Mu Lifeng's words made him who was going to Xingyue shake a lot.

Even recently, I've been in a lot more impetuous mood, including the quarrel with the little monster before going out.

It's not that he doesn't understand her kindness, but at that time he was already so anxious that he almost completely ignored the other party's kindness, and said such angry words—and it was probably not angry words, but just a bad conjecture that had always been in his heart.

So he also chose to come here, looking at this sea, completely closed off from the outside world, wanting to come up with an answer.

The answer to his future.

And in fact, he did figure it out.

……

Victory, these two words were Suning's nightmare when he was a child.

I have never obtained it, but I have already tasted the bitterness it brings.

Whether it is the silence of the tall father, or the sorrow on the face of the gentle mother, or the ridicule of the children at school who are ignorant but piercing people's hearts.

Ten years, day after day, my father took on the responsibility of captain. was originally a good genius, but he was so tired that he was despised and belittled by everyone.

At one point he thought resentfully that if his father's heart could be seen, half of it would probably be given to King, and the other half would be filled with victory.

Even before he died, he was still thinking about the team he had played for half his life.

He grew up and became sensible slowly.

Like the transition from respect and love for his father to resentment and resentment, his resistance and disgust at victory at first slowly turned into ambition and conquest.

- Since his wretched father can't win it, he's going to take it.

- He wanted to prove how hard it would be to win the victory that plagued his father and their family.

Just stepping into the league, the mood of the young man became more complicated, but what was profound was his pursuit of eternal victory - championship.

He has a lot of obsessions.

He is unwilling to make Su Duo's mistakes again, unwilling to give up his style of play, and even more unwilling to give up his ambition to win the championship.

What exactly does he want.

He used to think he understood.

But when he was questioned one after another recently, he was suddenly a little confused.

Perhaps, as the little monster accused, he really lost the ability to trust in this arena.

I don't trust my teammates' growth, and I don't trust my teammates to leave themselves forever just for his growth.

So much so that in the end, he peeled off the cocoon, and what he wanted most was to win the championship with his own ability.

That's impossible.

It's never going to be a one-man game, and even if someone promises to blend the teamwork with his personal style, he can't be convinced.

Such a desire is too stubborn and absurd in the esports circle, but it has been deeply rooted in his heart, he is not willing to compromise, and he cannot compromise.

Perhaps Mu Lifeng was right, rather than simply pursuing victory, he was more eager to pursue victory in his own way.

……

The plane just landed.

Turn on your phone that hasn't been used in days.

In a row, I received several phone calls.

He checked, and there were more than a dozen calls from the Xingyue clan, and a few from Mu Lifeng. There are also a few from Hu Yishui, and the last few are from Su Mu.

He thought about it, probably because Hu Yishui really couldn't contact him, so he called Su's mother.

It just so happened that Su Mu called again at this time, and he quickly answered and explained that he was going to relax, and called Hu Yishui again.

In the end, there were Xingyue and Mu Lifeng left.

But now he does have the answer.

He looked at the communication records in his hand, squeezed his mobile phone, didn't go home, and went straight to the King Club by taxi.

Mu Lifeng received the news, but he didn't pick him up, and directly told him the specific address.

When he opened the door of the training room, Mu Lifeng was guiding a teenager, and he didn't look back and said, "Here?" ”

"Well, I've made up my mind this time......" he said, but stopped suddenly, staring at the computer screen in the doorway with his back to the man he was training on—the revised interface was so eye-catching.

So much so that he spoke with a little trembling.

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