Warm-colored sconces came down from above, reflecting the orderly clutter on the desk.

The boy was wearing gold-rimmed glasses and holding a pen in his hand, and he was casually leaning over the table to write down something, and the noise of the game was mixed with commentary during the loud sound.

He stopped from time to time and looked up at the computer monitor in front of him - there were several windows on it, there were replay videos of past matches, and there were folders with dense documents, and the laptop on the right simply opened a schedule in the top corner, and the rest was the PUBG game interface.

“…… We can see that Xingyue performed extremely well this time, under the leadership of Wang Chuan and Li Yun, Yi Muyun took the opportunity to attack the enemy's right flank alone and join the team! I have to say that Yi Muyun's strategy should be very good, allowing Wang Chuan and the two to successfully retreat. ”

It's last year's game, and the commentator's exuberant words came from the stereo, with a slight stinging sound.

He subconsciously glanced at the notebook on the right, looked at the scene inside, frowned and looked away, and casually turned down the volume.

In his hand, he also wrote in a notebook that was completely different from the explanation-

Yi Muyun grows up quickly, has a sense of personality, and the cooperation with his teammates is not quite tacit, and it looks more like a choice after weighing the pros and cons.

For example, at 13:47, when teammates rush out, there is easy to have obvious hesitation, which almost disconnects the team's battle line. It can be seen that he has other separate intentions, but the disjointed danger makes him immediately choose to respond from the right flank.

A growth player who has strong responsiveness, ideas, and takes the overall situation into account.

The boy wrote these words carefully.

- If his father left him anything, it was probably a thick notebook in his impression, except for talent.

- It also made him a habit from the beginning of the training camp.

God rewards hard work, even if you are talented, you can't help but work hard.

Merely...... He would never lose sight of his direction, as his father did.

He took a sip of his tea, his eyes glued to the screen, and opened another video, adjusting the pace with unmistakable accuracy.

In my ears is the opening introduction of the commentary, but in my eyes is what he wrote in his notebook as "a growing player who takes the whole picture into account".

The manager of Xingyue last time also summed up Yi Muyun in this way.

But he couldn't believe it.

Mu Lifeng's arrival reminded him of his childhood once again that he had tried to hide in the depths of his memory.

Whether it's the frustration of my father year after year, or the fact that the team rarely comes home for almost the whole year in order to win.

When he was a child, he was proud that his father was Su Duo, and his mother held him in front of the television and pointed to his father standing on the podium with affection and tenderness, and watched the glorious national flag rise in front of his father.

At that time, his eyes were full of longing and pride, and there was a desire and agitation in his heart that he had not yet realized.

Later, as he grew up, I don't know if it was because of my father's growing depression and high spirits, or because of my mother's increasingly lowered corners of her mouth and the occasional sobbing when she hid alone in a nobody's place, or because he was gradually able to understand the simple situation of the game.

Father is no longer his pride.

Even during the New Year's holiday, when there were only two of them in the family, he couldn't help but feel hatred-

For the sake of such a teammate who was almost hopeless, his father gave up his family, gave up his future, and even when he finally lingered on the sickbed, he was still worried about the team that was already getting worse day by day.

The boy's throat moved slightly, as if to stop the sourness from within, and he craned his neck, looking a little stiffly at the movement of the characters on the screen—trying to analyze the intentions of each movement.

He would never allow his father's mistakes to be repeated.

Whether they can achieve a "one-man team" or not is not something that can be determined just by others saying that they still have temporary results.

He's going to see for himself!

The sound of notes flipping, the rustle of the tip of a pen on a piece of paper, and the sound of a mouse constantly clicking on a video or document make for a hint of irritability in this dreary room.

In the notebook on the right side of the table, An Ningning, who was sitting cross-legged with his back to the game interface, finally turned around and continued to sit cross-legged, looking at the young man who was meticulous to the extreme in the warm light.

"Haven't you finished reading it yet?" She said.

The young man's pen paused slightly, then continued to write the analysis, and asked casually, "What about you?" Have you finished reading it? ”

When An Ning heard this, she glanced back at the young man with a gentle temperament and a bright smile on the poster, turned her head, and looked serious, "If I can, I can continue to indulge." ”

Since remembering the last time Yi Muyun told her that there would be a photo of him on the poster this time, and now the game changes the event and poster - the game official has officially invited Yi Muyun of Xingyue, who ranked first in the regular season, to be the spokesperson of this year's Jedi domestic server, An Ning was full of curiosity and stayed at the interface for the first time, waiting for the update.

And then—

So much so that Suning saw her sitting in front of the poster with her back to her, looking up at the boy inside for four hours.

Four hours.

Suning sneered in his heart, looked at the other party and ignored him, and simply started to review by himself.

He didn't know that Yi Muyun on the poster was the person that the little monster often pestered in the game, but she simply thought that the other party was good-looking, so she looked at it for so long - this was enough to make him feel bad, just like An Ningning, who only knew the name of the other party's vest in the game, still didn't know that the young man on the poster was Yi Muyun, a companion who was about to cooperate with Suning.

The two didn't know, but it wasn't enough to affect that the two were actually secretly angry with each other.

"Then you can keep watching." Hearing the girl's answer, the young man replied lightly, and continued to be busy with the matter at hand with a calm expression.

It's just obvious that An Ning didn't hear the awkwardness of the boy's words, but watched the boy pinch the bridge of his nose tiredly, and continued to stare at the video, as if he wanted to let go of any of the mistakes, and said seriously.

"Don't you think it's too much?"

"What's too much?" The boy subconsciously retorted, "You don't think you have ever watched a poster of a strange man for four hours in a row, what do I think is wrong?" ”

He said, and then seemed to slowly regain his taste, and realized that something was wrong, and instead of the negative anger and irritability just now, he restrained the emotions on his face and said calmly.

"What do you mean by that?"

"Suning." It was the first time she had called his name so solemnly.

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