Hongmao swallowed his saliva, dryly, and pointed at it: "How could that god who ranked first on the PK list set up our club a few years ago. ”

"He... But the myth of glory. ”

"What if it is?"

"Didn't Xuancheng also reveal that Ash was once involved with the team?"

"Help, it's not true, right? I've been a fan of him for seven years—"

"Hey, don't dwell on it."

"Go back and get some rest."

"Whether it's or not, we'll know tomorrow night."

……

Jing Mian looked ahead and swallowed silently.

A message came from the mobile phone that Mr. Ren had arrived, and the parking position was the same as before, the first corner along the street after leaving the club.

The young man, who had been silent, lowered his eyes.

He couldn't help but tremble slightly when he saw that his hands had loosened from the intense training.

Is he ...... The reaction was too great.

Jing Mian knew that he had heard correctly.

What Xuancheng said was indeed "Ash".

How could Ash be the one who founded ME in the first place?

Jing Mian's mind was in a mess.

The last time, when Guangyao's system prompt sounded in front of the whole server, Ash's sudden launch was not only Jingmian, but also caught all Guangyao's players off guard.

Jing Mian once felt that he was not suitable for this kind of surprise.

He thought, even if the situation is out of control, even if the direction is unexpected, at least give a warning.

But now that the warning has really been given, those uncontrollable emotions have not been reduced by half a point, and the blood is still rippling and boiling, washing away all the remaining senses.

In this way, it only adds to the apprehension.

So worried that he could no longer concentrate on it.

After going around and around, he actually joined the team that Ash had founded.

Nothing is more inspiring than what is right in front of you.

Jing Mian was taken back to the villa by his husband, and after taking a bath, the lazy child sat on the edge of the bed and let the man dry his hair.

Jing Mian squinted his eyes comfortably, but his knuckles suddenly curled up, he seemed to think of something, and turned his head sideways: "Sir." ”

"Huh?"

"There's a party at seven o'clock tomorrow night." The boy looked up, and the man's face turned upside down in his sight: "I'll go home later." ”

The fingers that were hooked between the ends of his hair paused slightly, the warm wind was rattling, and the gentleman's voice did not change, but he asked, "What party?" ”

"Go and meet the original founder of the team, the location is in Linshui KTV."

"The founder?"

"Hmm."

Jing Mian's warm fingertips overlapped, he lowered his eyes, and his throat was a little dry: "... He's my idol. ”

Probably... It's not just idols, either.

He still remembers that most of the days after his brother left were difficult. In the abyss of no light, no one washes the dust away for him, but even those who don't want to live will seek help from instinct.

People always need a reason to live.

Ash was a light that stumbled through him in his bleak days.

It was the one who brought him out of the abyss.

It was a faith that ran through his countless years.

Ash may mean more than that to him. The other party is just a line of letters, a string of barren codes, and a line of record data imprinted on the PK list from beginning to end.

But he was rich enough for the boy to sustain himself during those difficult years.

.

Late at night.

Jing Mian stared at the ceiling, and the insomnia habit that had disappeared for a long time quietly and silently came as promised.

Can't sleep.

Can't sleep at all.

Groping for the charging phone, the sudden light made the boy's eyelashes tremble, and after adapting to the light, he found Xuancheng in the contact.

The cool fingertips touched the button, and the boy hesitated and typed in the message:

- "Brother Xuancheng"

…

- "Is he Ash?"

In just a few words, there is not even superfluous redundancy, but the people on both ends of the screen know what this sentence means.

Although he knew that Xuancheng did not reply to any of the members' messages today, perhaps because of the mentality of giving it a try, Jing Mian asked the question that made him toss and turn.

In the process of waiting for a reply, all the time seems to be stretched.

Jing Mian listened to the ticking sound of the clock in the distance, and the tension in his heart became more and more magnified, obviously the temperature was suitable, but sweat oozed from his forehead, and his fingertips were cold.

Soon, the phone vibrated with a bang.

Jing Mian picked it up in a heartbeat.

Message from Xuancheng:

—[Yes.] ］

Jing Mian held the phone and pursed her lips, but out of thin air she felt a sense of top-heavy weightlessness.

The young man unconsciously put down his phone, his breath was slightly choosing, and he froze for a long time.

Good.

I can't sleep anymore.

*

Following.

This tension continued until the return to school.

Jing Mian went to the cafeteria to buy breakfast, looked at professional books in the library in a daze, slept on the table for a while during the lunch break, and talked to his husband on the phone before the exam.

As the crowd entered the examination room, at five o'clock in the evening, Jing Mian put down his pen on time and ended the last professional course exam of the final term.

The day is going on in an orderly manner.

At this time, there are only two hours left before the agreed time of KTV.

"Didn't I say that the test was too difficult?"

"Who says it's not, my exam room is very cold, and my hands are frozen when I wear a down jacket and write."

"I'm relieved to hear that you didn't do well in the exam."

"The key points are detailed, and the angles of the questions are tricky."

Roommate 1 Li Dong asked Jingmian: "Mianmian, how do you feel, can you live?" ”

Jing Mian choked slightly, he recalled the state of his answer just now, and said objectively: "It's also floating." ”

Roommate 2 Jiang Chen looked helpless: "It's over, it's hard to sleep." ”

The end of the last subject meant that the students could go home one after another, and the roommate booked a train ticket for tonight and had a pre-winter break meal before leaving.

Jing Mian glanced at his watch.

——18：20。

It was time for him to go.

The sleep of the taxi was not diminished at all than before.

He watched the street scene glide by, regressing frame by frame, and for some reason, an urge to retreat suddenly arose in his heart.

Thinking about it from another angle, even if he has Ash's shadow guard, even if Ash suddenly went online a few months ago, even if they had a brief intersection in the PK match, it doesn't mean that they have to meet in reality.

Do you want to go back?

When the captain asked, he said that he was sick or that there was something wrong with the school.

……

No, Ash was his boss throughout.

Sooner or later, they will meet.

Jing Mian's palms were cold.

The fingertips couldn't help but start shaking.

There's no need to run away.

It was he who made a big fuss.

It's just a god he has never met, and what he wants to see is just the top player behind the shadow guard who has supported his faith for five years and worked hard to get it.

Jing Mian leaned against the car window as if deflated, the glass reflecting the heartbeat.

…

What to do.