Chapter 62

Jing Mian adjusted his breath, but he couldn't recover his breathing, from the damp heat and light trembling to the uncontrollable heaviness, he seemed to be choked by an invisible big hand, without a trace of room to tighten.

In a few seconds that bordered on suffocation,

He curled up.

Pursing her bitten white lips, Jing Mian removed her hand from the keyboard and lowered it to her side.

He took a hard breath.

Under the watchful and surprised gaze of countless spectators in the stadium and netizens outside the live broadcast camera, the gaming chair was slid away by the reaction force.

Sheep vanished from the original shot, and after the unobstructed view of the device, the teenager curled up on the ground, gasping for air.

Underneath this is the national arena full of voices and dark lights.

……

The venue's live broadcast equipment silently recorded this scene.

The crowd was in an uproar.

[Huh? 】

【woc… What's the situation】

What happened? 】

【Sheep… How is this? 】

[What happened to the staff?] 】

[The national players left the table in the middle of the race!? 】

At the same time, the camera also captured the reaction of the benches and spectators on the sidelines, and the players found that not only were they confused, but even the organizers were at a loss.

[Are you feeling unwell? 】

[Unlikely, right?] I played well just now.]

[Yes, Sheep is in very good shape, why did he suddenly put down the equipment and was taken away by the staff after a few seconds? 】

[What the hell is going on!?] I'm excited to see the match point.]

【…… Could it be that people have three urgency? 】

No one could have predicted what was happening.

The organizers and the assistants were also stunned, they looked at each other, quickly sent people to organize the order, signaled the backstage to quickly insert advertisements, and the orderly calmed down the audience in the venue, and asked several other staff to chase them out.

The competition area and the bench were not allowed to move, and the teammates went from being at a loss at the beginning to being anxious to ants on a hot pot.

This went on for more than ten minutes.

The barrage gradually fell into incomprehensible irritability:

[I'm in a hurry, why don't I even have a word of explanation, even if there is something urgent, I can't pull it out for three seconds? 】

[Sheep wears a mask in the field, and his mouth is very expensive. 】

[On the facts, it's okay to wear a mask, but as a regular and basic professional e-sports player, you should at least finish the game. 】

[I've never seen an esports player leave in the middle of such a formal game......]

[This is a national competition]

[The anchor is born to be awesome, and if you don't want to fight, you won't fight. 】

[What about playing with hundreds of thousands of users and their teammates as monkeys? 】

[The one who said above that people have three urgency, ten minutes have passed, no matter how urgent it is, it should be solved]

[Hundreds of thousands of people are waiting for him, what a cow. 】

[That's how you treat the game? 】

[I liked Sheep so much before...... I thought he loved e-sports and could give everything for the team, but I was blind. 】

[Don't say that first, I'm an old fan who chased all the way, Mianmian is not such an irresponsible character, could it be that he is sick? ] 】

[In short, everyone has inconvenient times, so be merciful.] 】

Occasionally, there would be a message defending Sheep, but it was quickly swallowed up by a massive rebuttal and almost paralyzed:

[No matter how uncomfortable it is, can't hold on for the last few minutes? 】

[Can you wash it like this, did someone else force him to put down the mouse with a knife holder on his neck? ] 】

【Speechless +1】

[E-sports players who are irresponsible and do not have team responsibilities are recommended to kick out of the team and be disqualified.] 】

[No, a permanent ban.] 】

*

The cold wind invaded the body, blowing through the thin shirt in an instant, and the ends of the hair floated.

Jing Mian stiffened.

Before he knew it, he was taken to the wide field of the esports stadium.

The prepared first responders ran over, Jing Mian squinted slightly, there was darkness all around, and the only light source was the window at the end of the corridor.

The windows are wide open, and you are greeted by the bustling streets, the traffic is surging and congested, the lights are flashing, and the whistle is heard from time to time.

The street lamps on the street corners are soaked in the shade of the trees, leaving behind a dark, damp brick road, and the occasional passer-by who walks out at night to enjoy the shade.

The sight was a little difficult and trance-like.

The mask has long since been taken off by the first responder.

The labored and heavy breathing did not slow down.

Jing Mian raised his head and looked blankly at everything in his field of vision, his eyes being reflected by the light little by little.

While watching, tears kept overflowing from his eyes.

The images hidden deep in my mind, like flashbacks, continue to emerge in the blurred vision, accompanied by sounds, stimulating the eardrums.

…

…

"Jingmian, this kid, doesn't communicate with other children very much."

The head teacher was a thin lady, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, raised her hand and pushed the temples, and said, "Probably not familiar with the new environment, but since he transferred in, it has been almost two months, and he is still alone every day." ”

Jing Mian listened silently with his back against the wall of the classroom, through a half-hidden door.

He didn't move, his eyes under his eyelashes in a daze.

Song Zhinian's voice was a little surprised: "It's been ... Didn't make any friends? ”

"Well, the kid is a bit socially phobic." The head teacher asked, "Are there any children who played well in Jingmian in the previous elementary school?" ”

Song Zhinian: "Yes." ”

She muttered for a few seconds: "Not only that, but the children in the same class like him very much." ”

The head teacher sighed: "It's really easy to change to a new environment, and it's not to blame the child." ”

"However, I'm a little curious, why don't you go to the original elementary school?"

Song Zhinian: "It's the reason why my husband's company moved, it's close to the city center, and besides, Mianmian's father also wants Mianmian to receive a better and more formal education." ”

Head Teacher: "I see. ”

"But Mianmian is really well-behaved."

She said: "Although I came from that kind of informal street elementary school, I am more obedient than our children under standardized education, I have taught to sit upright in class, and to fold my arms on the edge of the table, only Jing Mian obediently maintained this posture for the whole morning." ”

"Every eye exercise, nap, singing the national anthem, wearing a red scarf... Mianmian is the most well-behaved and obedient one. ”

"Also, in the previous handicraft class, the teacher taught the children to make bracelets, and the bastards in the class felt that they were not manly enough, and they threw the girls with bits and pieces."

"But you see, how beautiful the bracelet is made by Mianmian." The head teacher took it and showed it to Song Zhinian: "I picked a pendant that is a little star." ”

Song Zhinian took it.

She put it in the palm of her hand and said stunned: "It's really beautiful." ”

"yes." Head teacher: "Who wouldn't like such a child." ”

Song Zhinian frowned slightly and asked, "Could it be because he was too well-behaved and made other classmates feel repulsed?" ”

The head teacher shook his head, as if he didn't quite understand, and said with a smile: "How can it be, it's not a good thing to be good." ”

Song Zhinian was stunned for a long time before he said: "It's not a good thing for Mianmian. ”

"I wish he had been a little more willful."

Homeroom teacher: "Sleepy Mom, what do you mean...?" ”

"My wife is busy with work and has very little time to go home on weekdays."

Song Zhinian's voice was soft, but inexplicably with a hint of worry: "When I was sleeping, I had postpartum hemorrhage, and since then my body has been relatively weak. ”

"Mianmian may feel that it is all his fault."

Song Zhinian pursed his lower lip, and his voice was a little hoarse: "He may think that if he is well-behaved, his father will like him." ”

"I can come back to see him more often."

……

The head teacher's face was surprised.

"However, Jingmian is only eight years old."

She asked, "Is it the child who told you this?" ”