Glory

Lu Feng's suite is a three-bedroom and one living room.

The master bedroom is left to Wei Xiao, the study is to the south, and the other is the guest room.

Lu Feng and Wei Xiao said goodnight, but instead of returning to the guest room, they went straight to the study.

The weather in May is slightly cooler at night.

There was the moisture in the room after the rain, sticking to the skin and breathless.

Lu Feng pulled down his neckline, and the round-necked T-shirt pulled down, revealing a cold white collarbone, but unfortunately he couldn't solve his boredom.

There is a small countdown on the lit computer screen.

Every team will have this kind of thing, similar to the countdown to the college entrance examination, every minute and every second is the end of the season.

Desolate ending, or glory.

Expectation is hidden in the numbers, embedded in the heart.

Lu Feng turned away from his gaze. With a lightly hooked finger, the unlocked drawer beside him opened, and a document was neatly placed there.

He leaned forward slightly, took out the black-covered document, and held it in his hand.

The white back of the hand, the black document, the contrast is sharp.

With a crash, the file opened.

Lu Feng lowered his eyes and looked at the words he had memorized by heart.

This is a gambling agreement, signed three years ago, signed by: Lu Feng, Qing Lei.

Back then, Lu Feng went home and had a showdown with Lu Mingze, hoping that he could acquire FTW and that he could help him.

From childhood to the age of eighteen, Lu Feng never asked anyone, especially his parents.

There is nothing to ask for.

What Lu Mingze thinks most every day is to have a child who has nothing to do with Qinglei, but it is a pity that no matter how hard he tries, it is in vain.

Qinglei hated Lu Mingze, even with Lu Feng who looked very similar to Lu Mingze, and even threw the young Lu Feng abroad for her own benefit, which lasted three to four years.

When he was six or seven years old, Lu Feng knew very well that he had no family.

You don’t have a family if you have a father or a mother.

The home where Lu Feng lives has nothing to do with the home written in the book.

Strangers with blood relationship, this is Lu Feng's definition for them.

But at the age of eighteen, facing the fragmentation of FTW, all Lu Feng could think of was them.

He and Lu Mingze talked about the e-sports industry, the huge profits after investment, and the club's prospects and future.

Lu Mingze returned him with a baseball bat.

He slammed it heavily on his shoulder, really wanting to scrap his arm.

A cold sweat came out from Lu Feng's forehead, but he didn't feel any pain.

The shoulders were stunned, the heart was stunned, and the last flame went out.

Lu Mingze beat him like crazy, Lu Feng didn't hide or cry.

Until Lu Mingze was tired, he scolded him "trash" and slammed the door away.

Lu Feng stood in the magnificent living room, one stop was all night.

Lu Mingze didn't come back, and Qinglei walked down from the second floor with delicate makeup at ten o'clock the next morning.

On the spiral staircase paved with white marble, a tall woman does not look like a middle-aged woman. She seems to be frozen in twenty-five or sixty, wrapping her cold beauty with money and selfishness.

Qinglei stopped on the third step and looked at him condescendingly: "I can help you."

Lu Feng suddenly looked up.

Qinglei's lips seemed to be full of blood: "You know, I never make a loss."

Lu Feng whispered: "I can manage the club well."

Qing Lei chuckled lightly: "Three times."

Lu Feng's heart sank: "Time."

Qinglei: "You are now 18, 21 years old."

Lu Feng said nothing.

Qinglei glanced at him and continued: "There is one more condition..." She leaned close to Lu Feng and said in his ear, "If you can't win the world championship at the age of 21, you will roll back and be an obedient dog."

Qinglei is a businessman, and she never just talks about it, even if she treats her only son.

Each and every clause of the agreement drawn up by the lawyer has been implemented.

Investment amount, rate of return, income distribution...The terms are all clear

Anyone who looks at this agreement will find it absurd.

What Qinglei gave to Lu Feng was a poisonous driftwood, which caused him to suffer corrosion and torture in order not to sink to the bottom of the sea.

Eighteen to twenty-one years old.

Lu Feng won three world singles championships, but the agreement said it was a team world championship.

Lu Feng’s birthday is in December, and this year’s global tournament is his last chance.

Failing to win the championship, he... more than just retiring, maybe even Wei Xiao can't protect him.

Lu Feng leaned back in the chair, his eyes showing rare fatigue.

Being an obedient dog of Qing Lei, what qualifications does he have to be with Wei Xiao?

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Accompanied by the knock on the door, the young man's clear voice: "Captain?"

Lu Feng threw the file into the drawer and got up to sort out his mood: "Not asleep yet?"

After speaking, Wei Xiao opened the door and came in.

Lu Feng saw his flushed eyes, and his heart twitched, "What's the matter?"

This is obviously the appearance of crying.

Wei Xiao threw himself into his arms and hugged him hard.

Lu Feng was at a loss: "Don't cry, what's going on."

Wei Xiao likes to be funny on weekdays, dare to say anything, and pretend to cry, but Lu Feng knows it well.

It can be distinguished whether he is really uncomfortable or is playing around.

Wei Xiao buried him between his shoulders and neck, and said with a trembling voice: "Your shoulders..."

Lu Feng patted him on the back: "Have you seen all the treatment reports? It's all right."

Wei Xiao shook his head: "Did it be beaten by Lu Mingze?"

Lu Feng's hand froze.

Wei Xiao looked up at him: "How did you acquire FTW three years ago?"

In fact, before coming, Wei Xiao thought a lot, wanted to relax, wanted to detour, and wanted to talk to the captain slowly.

But as soon as he entered the house and saw Lu Feng, all his plans failed. He just wanted to tell him what he thought and wanted to accept all Lu Feng's thoughts.

Don't hide, don't hide, don't cover up.

They trust each other.

Lu Feng let him go, so many words squeezed into his throat, but he couldn't say it.

Yu Guang glanced at the drawer that had just been closed, and the gambling agreement emerged in his mind.

He wanted to show Wei Xiao, to tell Wei Xiao everything, and to let him know.

But he can't.

Winning the championship is inherently difficult.

The burden on Wei Xiao's shoulders is heavy enough, plus this, will it crush people?

He is only nineteen years old.

But without telling Wei Xiao, he felt guilty.

After making so many promises, he turned out to be a complete liar.

Wei Xiao didn't let him hide from his sight: "Tell me."

Lu Feng could only look into his eyes.

Wei Xiao had just cried, and his black, washed eyes were brighter: "Tell me all."

Lu Feng's thin lips trembled: "Sorry."

Wei Xiao was anxious: "Why is Tao? I love you!"

The three words went straight into Lu Feng's chest.

Wei Xiao looked at him without blinking: "I love you, so I want to know everything about you, I want to share my joy with you, and I want to taste pain with you, isn't it that way for you?"

Lu Feng: "..."

"Don't you..."

Lu Feng took a breath: "I love you."

Wei Xiao is a little shorter than him, and he has to stand on tiptoe if he wants to kiss his frowning brow.

Wei Xiao kissed him, his eyes firm: "Tell me."

Lu Feng looked at him.

Wei Xiao waited for him patiently.

Lu Feng shook: "Come with me."

Wei Xiao closely followed his footsteps and saw him open a drawer and saw the lonely files inside.

Lu Feng trembling his fingers, handed the document to Wei Xiao: "Sorry, I lied to you."

Lie to you that I want to stay with you forever.

Lie to you that I want to keep going with you.

Lie to you and tell you to give you love, affection and family.

But in fact, he has nothing, not even himself.

Wei Xiao looked down and read the document. He read very slowly, reading each word very carefully.

Very written words, full of official and stereotypes, this is an agreement with no human touch.

In order to acquire FTW, Lu Feng promised Qinglei all difficult conditions.

Three times the return on investment.

Extremely excessive profit distribution.

One after another amazing clause, put it to any club management, will be dumbfounded.

however……

Lu Feng did it all.

The only one, and the most deadly one.

-Win the team world championship before the age of 22, or retire and go home to obey Qing Lei's words.

Does Qinglei love Lu Feng?

do not love.

Why would she give'helping hands'?

One is to avenge Lu Mingze, and the other is to control Lu Feng.

In any case, she and Lu Mingze cannot divorce, and Lu Feng is the only heir to Lu Mingze, who controls Lu Feng, this magnificent business empire is still hers.

When Lu Feng signed this agreement, he was betrayed.

It took Wei Xiao twenty minutes to read the files.

Although Lu Feng didn't look at it, he remembered clearly and clearly what he wrote.

When Wei Xiao closed the file, Lu Feng's heart beat violently.

He lied to him.

He really lied to Wei Xiao.

Wei Xiao trusted him so much, but he...

Wei Xiao looked up, his eyes did not show the slightest depression or disappointment, but they were surprisingly bright: "So, just win the championship!"

Wei Xiao gripped the file hard, his voice tense: "Your birthday is on December 24, and there is only one world game before that."

Lu Feng was stunned: "Yes."

Wei Xiao suddenly shook his hand and said excitedly: "If you win the championship, you will be free!"

Lu Feng was in a daze. Wei Xiao's eyes were full of excitement and joy. What he said was like a blow with a hammer, smashing open the door of his closed heart.

Although Wei Xiao doesn't know much about club operations, he also knows that FTW has developed very well over the years, and the sunspots are even better off as a businessman than to be a businessman.

Wei Xiao pointed to the terms of the agreement: "This, this and this, have you done it?"

Lu Feng nodded.

Wei Xiao asked: "Is only the last team champion left?"

Lu Feng looked down: "Yes."

Wei Xiao took a breath and hugged him: "Great, this agreement is great!"

Lu Feng was stunned.

Wei Xiao gave him a strong kiss: "I understand correctly, right? This is a gambling agreement!"

"If you fail to meet the requirements in the agreement, then you have to retire and go home and follow Qing Lei's words."

"If you fulfill all the requirements in the agreement, then you can stop listening to her!"

A gambling agreement.

No matter how harsh the terms are, both parties are bound.

Qinglei placed such strict requirements on Lu Feng, so that he could not achieve his goal and fell into her control.

But if Lu Feng did it all, then he would get rid of her completely!

Look at the problem from another angle.

Hell is just the scenery along the way to heaven.

Lu Feng understood what Wei Xiao meant.

It took him a long time to find his own voice: "But, the team championship..."

Wei Xiao's eyes were bent, and his fingers interlocked: "For The Win, this year's glory belongs to us!"