Rise Chapter 421: 1 game is down

In the cold night of early winter.

The street is quiet.

The lights are dim.

In front of the stone pier on the side of the road, the former partner teammate raised their heads slightly, and their calm face seemed to be covered with a soft light.

The tone is as gentle as ever.

It seems that I just said this kind of calm words in an uncommon tone:

"I did blame you."

Yes.

How can we not make people feel resentful.

How high the talent is, how brilliant the future should be, how heavy and painful it should be when that cruel reality accidentally falls on him.

You cannot blame God, blame the other party for injustice.

But with the suffocation and grievances, I always have to find a catharsis.

"It was probably the most difficult period of time when I was just injured."

Zhou Mo seemed to be in a memory, slowly speaking, as if he was thinking of something funny, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but a little:

"Really."

"It's not an exaggeration. During those days, my temper was really irritable. I turned around in the convenience store every day and was irritable. I wish I could smash a few things to vent."

"But, you can't smash things, you lose money."

"Then you can only find someone to scold you."

"It's not okay to scold others, so I have to think of someone out."

"For about a whole month, every day your name would be scolded in my head more than ten or twenty times. It’s not enough. I tried my best to find your problems, find your problems, and mess up all kinds of things. All of the crimes are on your head."

Speaking of this, Zhou Mo laughed:

"Really, I never thought about it, so many crimes can be found on you—"

"I was so furious..."

"Thinking about it, everything is to blame on you."

"When you played SSK in the S1 finals, you obviously, as the mid laner and captain of the team, why couldn't you lead us to the final victory?"

"Why did you lose to that guy Han Shihao in the last sentence?"

"It's all your fault. If you win the championship at that time, everyone in the team can continue to get together happily."

"Also, even if you lose the game, everyone feels uncomfortable. Why is it that you can be self-willed, and so recklessly that you disbanded the team that everyone worked hard to build together?"

"Blame you, if the team didn't disband so early, then the big deal is that we learn our lessons and start all over again, losing to SSK in the first year, and in the second and third years. Wouldn't we still have a chance to make up for our regrets again."

"Even--"

"If you hadn't disbanded the team, then everyone's life might not have become messy, and my life...nor would it have become what it was afterwards."

"Perhaps, if it hadn't been for leaving the team and returning to my hometown, I wouldn't have suffered the same accident later."

"So I have to blame you for my hand injury."

"More."

"Why do you have to cut contact with everyone after the team is disbanded."

"Obviously the relationship was so good in the past, why just because of a loss in a game, it seems to be a stranger in the future?"

"Why did you never show up when I was so difficult and painful, and there was no way to give me the slightest encouragement or comfort—"

While saying every sentence, Zhou Mo's voice tone always maintained a slow and steady tone, and did not reveal the grievances and injustices that he had in those days.

But every sentence is exported.

But it was like a boulder, hitting Lin Feng's body.

It made him pale and his figure seemed to be more shaky.

Because even only through the plain and plain narrative of the partner in front of him with little modification, he can still clearly and thoroughly feel the great grievances and pains suffered by the former in those years.

These "counts" seem to be cited in a joke.

But actually.

Every one is true, and has an inseparable relationship with him.

"It's my fault..."

Lin Feng murmured in such a lost voice.

For so many years, things about several former teammates have always lingered in his heart, and it was a shadow of huge guilt.

He knows very well how his reckless and sloppy decision made only for a moment will affect and hurt those closest partners in the past.

But...

Even in the deepest nightmare of fear, he had never thought of a scene like this.

It wasn't until he saw the hand injury of his former ADC teammate in front of him that he realized that the situation he was most worried about seemed so pale and lacking imagination.

Hand injury of an e-sports player.

It's generally no different from the loss of a track athlete's legs.

Especially for a professional ADC player who was once talented enough to shake the entire world of e-sports, the scar on this part of his right hand is shocking--

It was directly and ruthlessly sentenced to death for the end of his career.

There is no room for recovery.

Lin Feng thought that his fault was simply ruining the glory of the former team.

But reality told him coldly and cruelly that what he was ruining was all the dreams and future of his former partners.

……

"Don't blame you."

After listing the "criminal evidence" in such a calm and unhurried manner just now, these three words at this moment inevitably seem a bit abrupt.

It's just that the tone of the speaker is still calm and gentle.

There is no sarcasm at all.

Lin Feng stared up and looked at the former ADC companion in front of him.

Zhou Mo smiled and met Lin Feng's gaze:

"This sentence is not a lie."

"Just like what I just told you all are true. Time is really a magical power. It can not only smooth the wounds, but also make people calm down and think about some problems."

"The grievances and grievances and injustices at the beginning were just because I couldn't find a way to vent, so I shrugged them off to you without reason."

"But actually—"

"Can't blame you."

"Or say..."

Zhou Mo paused for a while, as if he was thinking carefully about the words, then shook his head and laughed:

"I used to be strange, but now I can forgive peacefully."

Forgive?

Such words, in such a situation at this moment, seem to be unable to give people enough relief and comfort.

Lin Feng said with difficulty:

"I don't deserve it."

This sentence was originally Mu Qiu uttered to him in the most ironic and mocking tone, but at this moment, he himself believed that it was undoubtedly and frustrated.

Yes.

Ask yourself and move around.

If you put him in Zhou Mo's situation, how can you forgive him for such a thing?

A whole dream and future are ruined~IndoMTL.com~ Is it just a light "sorry" that can offset the balance.

"It may not work in the past."

"But for now, it is possible."

Zhou Mo's voice sounded, Lin Feng's figure was slightly shaken, and he raised his head subconsciously, but in a daze he met the gentle gaze of the former:

"Did I say it?"

"Today, I watched your game."

"But I forgot to mention it. In the last six months, I have watched all the game videos you can find."

"A decline."

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The update is coming. It’s the weekend, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, I can go to bed early tonight, and try to get the word early tomorrow.