Glory

Wei Xiao stared at the line of words in a daze, thinking of blocking a wall in his heart, making people breathless.

He was not convinced: "There is no past! The current FTW is new!"

The captain did not indulge in the past. He has already let go. The current FTW has a brand new look. Although it does not have the strength of the God team back then, no matter he or Ning Zhehan, Yue Bunraku and Bai Cai, they are all working hard for the final trophy. You can definitely send FTW to the altar again!

Thinking of this, a low voice came out from a small corner in my head—is it just that?

Yan Jiang had already said this, he didn't want to be vague. He gave Wei Xiao the most straightforward sentence: "It's not just FTW."

Wei Xiao's hand froze.

Yan Jiang: "Seventeen-year-old Close is running away from home. I don't know his family situation, but I don't want to embarrass him."

This is the last sentence. There is only so much that can be said.

Yan Jiang quit the game, got up and left the training room.

The time in a foreign country is different from that of the motherland.

At ten o'clock in the evening in China, the sky here is paved with the afterglow of the setting sun, reflecting the slow-flowing river like a ribbon.

Yan Jiang lit a cigarette, put his elbow on the railing, and looked at the slowly falling sun coldly.

three years ago.

The FTW in the midst of the sky, half-aged teenagers with dreams, after learning that they were about to be sold as goods, could not sleep all night.

The peak is fleeting, and the interests are always paramount.

Rather than let the team of Gods fall into frustration in the next season, it is better to stop the losses in time. The maximization of profit that FTW has come up with is to sell the players who have just won the world championship.

Kim Sung-hyun's contract expired and he decided to return to China a long time ago. Yuan Ze, a mixed race, doesn't care which division he is in. Only Yan Jiang, Xie He, and Close hesitated.

Their contracts are all in the hands of FTW, and they are struggling.

Xie He is the one who hates Yan Jiang the most in the team. If not necessary, he can not say a word to him for a month, but this day he took the initiative to find the captain and asked him: "What to do."

Yan Jiang: "..."

Xie He lowered his head, a cigarette was about to burn his fingers and didn't touch it: "I want to stay in China."

He doesn't care about the team of gods, and it doesn't matter whether they are separated. Originally, their relationship is just like that. It's better to be a teammate than an opponent.

Yan Jiang was straightforward: "FTW will not let you stay in the China Division."

The Chinese division can't afford such sky-high prices. FTW just wants to sell them at the best price, no matter which division they are in.

Xie He's fingers were scalded by the cigarette butt, and he didn't realize it. When he raised his head, his black eyes were brutal: "Then what's the point of my own transfer!"

After all, I can’t stay in the China Division. What is the difference between being sold and walking?!

Yan Jiang looked at him: "At least it's your choice."

Xie He: "..."

The world's number one auxiliary, the world's number one mid laner, the world's number one top laner, the world's number one ADC...

Behind the infinite glory, there is still darkness.

The development of domestic e-sports has always been slower than that of foreign countries. In particular, some concepts have caused all aspects of society to despise and despise e-sports.

The Chinese clubs, which have not been outstanding in their performance for a long time, are far from attracting enough capital's attention.

Domestic clubs can't afford such sky-high prices, but foreign competitions are high prices.

FTW doesn't care about the whole division, and even has a fluke: they can still dominate the country after selling the team of gods, and they may even cultivate a new team of gods.

Why not?

Except for the expired Kim Sung Hyun, the contracts of other people were held in the hands of FTW, and they had only one way left.

Either he was sold indifferently, or he took the initiative to contact the right team to fight for the final rights.

As long as the price is right, FTW will respect their wishes.

Yuanze had lived in North America for a long time, and went to areas he knew well.

Yan Jiang and Xie He went to Europe.

Yan Jiang went to a WP who only used him as a cash cow.

In that stormy day, even Xie and this person who never bowed their heads went to Yan Jiang, but Close never showed the slightest fragility and helplessness.

Yan Jiang took the initiative to find Close.

In fact, in the whole team, Wonze and Kim Sung Hyun have the best relationship with Close.

It's a pity that Kim Sung Hyun and Won Ze have trouble understanding the feelings of the other three.

What they are about to face is not just leaving FTW, but also their hometown.

Leaving one's hometown is easier said than done.

Yan Jiang has always had a cold temperament. Facing the same cold Close, the two can live in the same room and stay in two rows without saying a word for three hours.

Fans at the time had their brains filled, all kinds of speculations, and small essays proved that their relationship was not good. They even felt that the arrival of Close was the source of the separation of FTW.

Because he is so similar to Yan Jiang.

There is no room for two tigers in one mountain, not to mention that the team of gods are all tigers.

If Close is a younger brother with a lively personality, it may neutralize the atmosphere, but Close is a cooler and more independent temperament than Yan Jiang, how can it be possible to neutralize?

It just intensifies the conflict.

But in fact, Close used Solo to accompany and practice the unique Melaleuca.

Kim Sung-hyun also used Solo to make Close shot the thieves who frightened all ADCs.

Yuanze's death knight and Close's hermit were once the best Ueno of glory. How many wonderful operations were played and how many teams broke the blood.

And Yan Jiang...

Does anyone know that Close's nine arcs are mastered in the double row with Yan Jiang.

Team of Gods cannot play a double match.

They can't let go of pride and can't cooperate with each other.

But they won the undisputed 5V5 team championship.

Yan Jiang found Close.

At the time, Close was only seventeen years old, his birthday was on Christmas Eve, and he was eighteen after Christmas.

Seventeen is a very young age, but looking at the boy in front of him, it is difficult for people to feel immature.

He had an impeccable face, but never smiled.

He has a education that is significantly better than that of ordinary people, and because of this, he is even more incompatible with his surroundings.

He is taciturn, joy, anger, and colorless. How can he look like a half-aged boy?Many adults can't do this kind of calm self-restraint.

Yan Jiang doesn't like him very much.

It is difficult for people to like someone who is extremely similar to oneself.

"What are your plans for the future?" Yan Jiang asked him.

Close was silent for a while.

Yan Jiang calmed down and told Close about the current situation and what was about to happen. Although he felt that Close knew everything, as an older adult, he still had to explain things clearly.

At least for this moment, Yan Jiang must regard him as seventeen years old, a minor.

Close listened quietly, without interrupting him from start to finish, let alone questioning him.

Yan Jiang seldom said so much, and after speaking, he was a little irritable: Close knew everything, and he still said so in detail, like a mentally retarded.

"Xiehe and I are going to the European area, and you." Yan Jiang threw the question to him.

Close raised his head abruptly, a pair of black eyes that seemed to be forever unwavering revealing a trace of anxiety.

Yan Jiang's heart sank.

Close opened her thin lips, and only said one word for a long time: "Yeah."

He responded with ambiguity, did not appraise or express his attitude, and did not show his thoughts.

However, Yan Jiang is no one else.

How could he not think about something that even Yuanze was suspicious of.

Yan Jiang took a breath and asked him, "You don't want to buy FTW, right."

Close: "..."

Yan Jiang only felt that his throat was blocked in one breath, and he said, "No need."

Close still gave a cold "um".

That sentence rushed to his mouth, and in the end Yan Jiang still couldn't say it.

——No need, no one deserves so much.

Finally escaped, why bother to go back.

Yan Jiang signed the transfer contract faster than everyone thought and signed it to WP.

He finally sent a message to Close: "There is no permanent banquet in the world."

It took a long time for Close to send him two words: "See you later."

The FTW team loves Solo.

Every time the person who loses will say goodbye to the other party.

The four WeChat chat boxes of Yuan Ze, Xie He, Jin Sung Hyun, and Close contain these two words.

Only Yan Jiang never Solo with them, so he never received it.

See you.

See you.

Yan Jiang squeezed out the cigarette, and stepped on the falling night to return to the training room.

Lu Feng stared at the documents in front of him, but his thoughts could not fall on these things.

It's obviously an empty office, and it's obviously quiet late at night, but there are always quarrels in my mind.

The magnificent room, the empty corridor, there is no scream of silk milligrams.

"Lu Mingze, get out!"

"Qinglei, don't be shameless."

"I was so crazy to marry you."

"There is a kind of divorce!"

"Divorced? Make room for the woman you raise?"

Then came endless distress and complaints.

"If I didn't give birth to you, why should I be trapped in this ghost place."

"It's all you, why should I give birth to you!"

The sharp stabbing pain pierced into the nerves, and Lu Feng felt not only the head pain, but also the bursts of shoulder pain.

"E-sports? Our Lu family does not have your kind of waste!"

"Think of you, I, because of lack of money?"

"Are you confident when you ran away from home, didn't you starve to death and never come back?"

"Playing games? I interrupt your arm to see what you have dreamed of!"

Bang bang bang.

The knock on the door awakened Lu Feng from his nightmare.

There was cold sweat on his forehead, and his raised knuckles held the pen so tightly that it seemed to break it.

"Captain?" Wei Xiao opened the door slightly, and his voice came through, "Are you busy?"

Lu Feng let go, got up and opened the door.

In fact, the door was not closed. Wei Xiao always wanted to enter, but...

Lu Feng opened the door and hugged Wei Xiao.

Wei Xiao was stunned, feeling the arm that fell on his waist very hard, as if a drowning man grabbed the only driftwood, eager to see the water, eager to take a breath.

Dense distress covered the entire chest cavity. Wei Xiao hugged him back, calling him softly, "Captain..."

"Ok."

"It's okay."

"..."

"I'm here."

As he said, his slightly hot lips touched the tips of Lu Feng's ears. They were very light and light, as soft as the softest spring wind, smoothing out the cold night and getting the sun.

Lu Feng's heart trembled, and when he let go, he kissed his lips.

It's not a light kiss, and it's not tender, and even forgot the technique.

Just kissing him, asking for him, longing for him.

Like a person who has walked for a long time in the lonely dark desert, absorbing the only clear water, the source of survival.

Wei Xiao was out of breath by his kiss, but he didn't mean to push him away at all. Instead, he entangled him even harder and held him tightly.

"Do you?" Wei Xiao moved emotionally.

Lu Feng didn't say anything, just a fine kiss from the corner of his slightly curved mouth, printed on his beautiful jaw line, slender neck, raised collarbone...

Wei Xiao curled up his toes uncontrollably, unable to hide in a small place like the sofa: "Don't, this way..."

He couldn't help but go down...

Lu Feng held his hand and said in a low voice, "No."

Wei Xiao said impatiently: "No, I can't bear it."

Lu Feng clasped his wrist with one hand and kissed him: "That's it."

Wei Xiao's eyes were wide open, and his voice trembled: "Captain...Captain..."

Back in the bedroom, it took Wei Xiao a long time before he recovered.

He was a little upset...

Obviously, I went to talk to the captain, how did I make the color, and it was so exciting.

It's over.

What if the captain's skills get better and better!

Wei Xiao was really afraid that he would really die in the offseason.

When Lu Feng came out of the bathroom, his body was still moist. Wei Xiao stared at it for a while, and his brain started to get hot again.

Why does it look so good!

I can't remember business as soon as I see it!

Wei Xiao took a deep breath, jumped up and said, "I will blow your hair."

Lu Feng was startled slightly, and said, "No."

Wei Xiao didn't care, pushed him to the sofa and jumped to find the hair dryer.

Human resilience is really good, and Wei Xiaoxiao, who only did it once, can jump around afterwards.

Wei Xiao wore short-sleeved shorts and knelt on the sofa. His exposed calves were long and thin, which was particularly attractive.

Lu Feng lowered his head and let him blow his hair, but couldn't help covering his hands.

Wei Xiao was afraid of itching, and shrank: "What are you doing."

Lu Feng was worried that he would fall and took his hand away.

Wei Xiao saw through his intentions, holding his hand and placing him on his waist, still in his clothes.

Lu Feng: "..."

Wei Xiao blinked at him.

Lu Feng squeezed him hard, making his legs soft.

After finally blowing his hair, Wei Xiao pillowed his lap and whispered: "I just chatted with Team Yan."

Lu Feng fiddled with his black hands and paused.

Wei Xiao changed from lying on his side to lying flat, looking at him: "Captain."

Lu Feng: "Huh?"

Wei Xiao couldn't hide his thoughts: "Will we get married?"

Lu Fengxin was hit.

Wei Xiao's faceless and skinless also reached a certain level: "If I were a woman, I should be pregnant now."

Lu Feng: ".................."

Wei Xiao sighed: "So many and so full, I..."

Lu Feng couldn't listen anymore: "Shut up."

Wei Xiao's mouth was reckless, but the blush on his face revealed a little shyness: "Could it be that I'm not right, which time have you..."

Lu Feng's finger pointed downward and pressed hard on his lips.

Wei Xiao didn't say anything, and directly held his finger.

Lu Feng: "..."

Then, Wei Xiao, who was resting on the captain's thigh, was shocked: "Is this ying?"

The Marines couldn't bear it: "Go to bed early."

Wei Xiao: "Uh..."

Lu Feng stood up, and Wei Xiao hugged him quickly and said, "No more trouble, no trouble."

Lu Feng couldn't afford it.

Wei Xiao rubbed his lower abdomen and said coquettishly: "I want to talk to you for a while."

Lu Feng didn't dare to put him on his lap, pulled him up and hugged him in his arms and said, "Say what."

Wei Xiao stared at the tent brother, cleared his throat and said, "Or first..."

Lu Feng raised his eyebrows.

Afraid of being driven downstairs, Wei Xiao hurriedly said, "Okay, okay, just talk."

Is he so wronged?

If you want to help your boyfriend, your boyfriend will be angry.

Wei Xiaosheng brought back the topic of deviation: "Captain, I want to be with you for a lifetime."

Lu Feng's chest was hot, and he kissed him and said, "Me too."

Wei Xiao: "Like a couple."

Lu Feng didn't like the term husband and wife.

He whispered: "I will always love you."

The corner of Wei Xiao's mouth was bent: "Me too."

Lu Feng believed him, and he knew that Wei Xiao also believed him.

Is there anything happier than this.

Two people who love each other are connected.

Wei Xiao has been spinning around his marriage for a reason. He finally asked the point: "Mr. Lu."

Lu Feng looked at him.

Wei Xiao's eyes were bent, not ashamed or impatient, and said, "As your wife, should I understand your family situation?"

Lu Feng: "..."

It's a serious topic, because Wei Xiao's wife has completely changed.

For the first time in Lu Feng's life, thinking of his family, it turned out not to be irritable and gloomy, but not to laugh or cry.

Lu Feng bent his lips: "Wife?"

Wei Xiao's bottom line has fallen to 20,000 miles under the sea: "Old..."

Lu Feng was afraid of him: "Okay."

Wei Xiao smirked: "When Cao was me, I dared to call anything, now..."

Lu Feng bit his mouth: "There is nothing you dare not say."

Wei Xiao was afraid of digressing again, and quickly pulled the little train back: "I, Wei Xiao, have a pair of dispensable parents. You have seen my mother. I will show you to Wei Quan when I look back." So far, Wei Xiao also Don't want to call him Dad.

Lu Feng felt sorry for him, and said, "Yeah."

Wei Xiao said about himself, and then asked him, "What about you?"

Lu Feng paused, his voice was very low: "Lu Mingze, Qing Lei."

The two unfamiliar names have no extra feelings.

Wei Xiao's heart ached.

Lu Feng's voice was dry, but he was trying to say: "Business marriage, torture each other..."

Lu Mingze and Qing Lei tortured each other, and only the young Lu Feng suffered.

Wei Xiao only heard him say this, and the tip of his nose was sore: "Captain..."

Lu Feng didn't want him to cry because of this kind of thing, and his voice became calmer: "It's okay, I've put it down early."

Father, mother, family, affection.

After working hard and fighting for it, I gave up after making myself extremely good and achieving all their requirements but still not getting the slightest response.

Life is not only about parents.

From the moment he stepped out of the house, Lu Feng only wanted to live for himself.

Wei Xiao was distressed: "You will have me in the future."

Lu Feng smiled: "Yeah."

Wei Xiao: "I will be your friend, your lover, and your family."

Lu Feng had said this to him before, and now Wei Xiao finally realized its weight.

While giving, I also want to have.

Lu Feng could endure Wei Xiao's pompous words, but he couldn't bear his cunning appearance.

"Little."

"Ok?"

"Can it be done."

Wei Xiao: "!"

take it easy……

Wei Xiao, who was so dizzy, thought--

Understanding is a process, it is impossible to understand thoroughly overnight.

He has time and wants to know.

No one understands Lu Feng, he will understand him.

Understand his past, present and future.