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Su Mucheng was the last one to copy the information. After finishing it, she sat with Ye Xiu for a while. Seeing that there was nothing wrong with her, she grabbed the USB flash drive and went to Chu Yunxiu to study together.
There was only Ye Xiu left in the conference room. He looked at the projection of the white flower for a long time, and finally had a real feeling.
It's back again.
From the finals to retirement, from returning home to returning to the B market again, most of China has been running all over, and Ye Xiu's heart has always been floating. It was not until this moment that he sat here and saw the familiar pictures and heard the familiar sound effects that the erratic feeling was really stable.
In the final analysis, the sense of belonging can only be felt when playing glory.
There was a hurried sound of footsteps in the corridor. The staff of the alliance knocked on the door with a large pile of materials. As soon as Ye Xiu saw the dense words, he felt a pain in the back of his head.
The team leader is not like the captain. He only needs to care about the game. From foreign affairs to internal affairs, he has to ask one by one. The words "full responsibility" sound domineering, but in fact, it is a hard job of being a father and a mother.
Turn over the documents of the terms and put them on one side at will. The opponent's briefing should be carefully afterwards, and put on the other side. Finally, there is a personal information form, which registers the names, ages, ID numbers, room numbers and other information of 13 contestants. Ye Xiu glanced through it roughly. When he saw Su Mucheng, he paused slightly and glanced at her room number. Then he continued to go down. When he saw a person's name, his expression obviously changed unusually.
Ten years after the establishment of the Glory Professional Alliance, there are only a lot of gossips. One sentence "Your circle is really chaotic" is not enough to show that the water is deep and hot. The relationship between Ye Xiu and Su Mucheng is definitely the first of the top ten mysteries of glory. Everyone knows that these two great men's talents and women are close, but to what extent is the specific intimacy. But there are many words, and there are all kinds of sayings.
All kinds of rumors were lively and spread freely, and gradually became a consensus: Who is the closest person to Ye Xiu? There is no doubt about Su Mucheng.
This statement is not wrong. It is like a family, which is also a reasonable explanation of "the closest". But many people don't know... It should be that everyone doesn't know that the person closest to Ye Xiu is actually not this generous and beautiful girl, but another first person in the league.
At least it was like this.
Zhou Zekai. Ye Xiu's eyes stayed around these three words for a long time. Finally, he glanced at the room number and continued to look down.
Before the breakup, Ye Xiu never doubted that this intimacy would continue, accompanied by a lifetime, until time slowly turned the unimagined future into a real reality.
The hotel facilities arranged by the alliance are complete, and the environment is also very quiet and elegant. Across the street from the headquarters of the alliance, it provides a lot of convenience for the staff to go back and forth, and also creates an opportunity for them to get close to the gods.
Those who will work in the alliance, except for some fields, are basically loyal fans of glory for ten years. As soon as dinner time comes, this group of people will run to the restaurant attached to the hotel, occupying the rest of the round table.
Thirteen professional players sat at one table because it was crowded, and two tables were too wide. In the end, they were divided into two groups of people. They were surrounded by a group of coveted fans. They were laughing, and they also felt like having a New Year's Eve dinner.
Ye Xiu, the leader, was entangled by the head of the alliance. When he hurried over, he had already opened the table. As soon as he entered the door, everyone stopped whispering and turned their heads neatly. They were so far away that they couldn't see clearly, and stood up carelessly.
"Good, Ye Shen!"
"Ye Shen, welcome back!"
"Ye Shen, I'm your brain-damaged fan!"
The tsunami-like worship came layer by layer like waves. As the well-deserved supreme god of the alliance, it was not too much to cause any kind of sensation with Ye Xiu's influence. He seemed to have been used to it for a long time. He waved to everyone casually and generously, smiled calmly, and even responded.
The welcome ceremony was simple, but also warm. Ye Xiu walked to the table in a good mood. Both groups of professional players looked at him with wonderful expressions and different expressions: envy, admiration, disdain, and of course, dislike. Among all kinds of joys and sorrows, only Zhou Zekai's eyes were very peaceful.
He just glanced at Ye Xiu faintly and turned his head back.
In fact, this reaction is very common for anyone. Zhou Zekai's personality is the same. He seriously lacks talent in interpersonal communication. He has always treated ordinary people with such a polite and thoughtful but understated attitude. He will not be too estranged and can't be closer.
But Ye Xiu is not just anyone.
At this moment, he suddenly realized that in the hurried years, many things were different.
It was just an ordinary look, which made Ye Xiu feel the long-lost strangeness. He was stunned for a few seconds. Without much hesitation, he walked to the table where Su Mucheng was, and then pulled up the chair and sat next to her.
With Huang Shaotian here, there is no possibility of coldness. This guy doesn't seem to have woken up from the nightmare of Ye Xiu's comeback. He has been whining during the banquet. Ye Xiu laughs at the beginning, but he was so hard-wry, so he didn't bother to talk to him anymore.
He lowered his head and wanted to concentrate on eating. While eating, he ran away. Seeing that he was absent-minded, Su Mucheng had been busy helping to pick up vegetables. His expression was excited and novel, like raising some small animals, and he was full of fun.
After a meal, Ye Xiu did not look at the opposite table, and Zhou Zekai did not look at it again. As for whether he was as good as himself, Ye Xiu didn't know whether he had broken up for more than a year. When he was busy, he only felt that the white horse had passed the gap. Looking back, he found that it had already been vicissitudes of life.
He is still the unique gun king. But it is no longer Ye Xiu's Xiao Zhou.
After dinner, everyone was not in a hurry to leave and stayed in the restaurant for a while.
Although the onlookers were very honest and calm during the banquet, their hungry and thirsty eyes still made the gods feel like sitting on pins and needles. It was difficult for them to be so in tune. Ye Xiu clapped their hands and greeted, "Don't pretend. Come over if you want to sign!" The voice fell, and a group of people suddenly rushed over like a wolf, and instantly drowned the professional players.
The small signing meeting lasted for about half an hour. Finally, it ended reluctantly under the persuasion of the heads of all parties. They waved their hands and queued up to leave from the front door, with surging enthusiastic support and encouragement behind them:
"Come on!"
"Champion!"
"Glory belongs to us!"
At this moment, everyone's face is full of smiles.
The formal training starts from the next day, and the holiday is on that night, so that everyone can rest and adjust. A group of people walked to the room behind their backs, chatting about trivial things in twos and threes. Some are related to glory, and some are not. Youth is capital. In their eyes, the world is infinite.
The 14 single rooms are on the same floor as the conference room and the training room. As soon as they slipped over, someone stopped in front of their door. The long queue was getting shorter and shorter. After sending Su Mucheng back to the room, Ye Xiu continued to walk forward.
He is the leader. The room is at the end, far away from the other end of the corridor. The people behind him are still chatting without saying a word. Sun Xiang and Zhou Zekai are talking about the future of reincarnation. Xiao Shiqin is asking about the specialties of Wang Jiexi B City. There is no desire to interrupt. Ye Xiu just bowed his head and walked in the front. When Xiao Shiqin said good night, he finally realized that he had walked to the door of his room, and there was no one behind him.
Zhou Zekai went back quietly without saying hello. It was not a big deal, but Ye Xiu vaguely felt lost. Even in the fifth season of the other party's debut, the relationship between the two had never been so cold and indifferent.
It seems that because they had been in love, they became more at a loss after breaking up. Ye Xiu didn't know how to talk to him. Zhou Zekai also forgot how to replace words with a smile. In a hurry in a day, there was always an awkward embarrassment and alienation in several sporadic exchanges.
How did they get to where they are today step by step? Ye Xiu wanted to find out the story, but found that the past could no longer be traced.
Ye Xiu's retirement in the eighth season is an important turning point for his career and the relationship between the two.
In countless late nights, for a moment, he really felt that he had nothing but ideals, so from then on, opening up wasteland, collecting materials, reorganizing teams, and killing back to the alliance, "busy" has become the only theme in Ye Xiu's life.
As his lover, Zhou Zekai, his most solid harbor and backing, except for his wholehearted support, will not have a second statement. At the same time, the team's booming reincarnation is also in a period of rapid development. Training, competition, review, and boring life are stained with the ambition and expectation of winning the championship.
The champion! Three years after his debut, Zhou Zekai felt so close to the trophy for the first time that he seemed to work a little harder to hold it in his arms.
In the eighth season, Ye Xiu's Xingxin started in the tenth district. Zhou Zekai led the reincarnation to win the trophy. Everything seemed to be developing in a better direction, but on the other side of success, there was less and less communication and meeting.
A short greeting in the chat window, it may have been days and nights since I received the reply; Ye Xiu, who did not have a mobile phone, made Zhou Zekai, who suddenly want to hear his voice, stare at his gray head; the postcard sent with intention was finally buried in the unclaimed mailbox of the post office, just like that pure miss. In the storm of time, it fell into mud and passed with the wind.
That year, Ye Xiu created countless records and myths in online games; that year, Zhou Zekai became the first person worthy of glory; that year, they did not meet.
Love is like ice. Even if there is only a small crack, it will be weathered and destroyed in the long years, and eventually split into two unrelated mountains and rivers, so that when you want to look back, you have forgotten what kind of punctuation should be matched after the words "Hello" and "Good Night".
Perhaps it should be a pity that the relationship is not a closed circle, and the "distant" is not "goodbye" later, but "more and more".
Ye Xiu could still clearly recall the ordinary but not calm late night.
It was not until he saw a lot of retweets and blessings on Weibo that he remembered that it was Zhou Zekai's birthday. The hurried "Happy Birthday" did not make the gray head light up. Ye Xiu looked at the time. Zero had passed. He thought about it and borrowed Su Mucheng's mobile phone.
But when he pressed the button, he suddenly found that the number he was once familiar with had been unconsciously forgotten.
That's a date. It is also what Zhou Zekai, who lacks literary and artistic cells and love experience, has done it. In Ye Xiu's opinion, it is the stupidest and romantic thing.
They had each other on that hot summer day, and after Zhou Zekai returned to S City, he deliberately changed a phone number, just so that the last four digits could be the same as the date of that day.
He engraved their love in this way.
However, the handsome young man who was still wearing a baseball cap on a hot day and covering his mask and picking up a phone card in the business hall may not have thought that just three years later, another person engraved by him could no longer remember the four simple numbers.
The blessing call could not be dialed in the end. Ye Xiu also suddenly realized at this moment that the moment of separation had come.
He opened the QQ chat window again and wrote the second sentence:
Break up?
Zhou Zekai replied the next afternoon. Unfortunately, Ye Shu was studying the upgrade material of the Qianji umbrella in the technical department at that time, so he couldn't see it at the first time. When he wanted to say something, it was too late.
A simple word "um" has put an end to their feelings.
Tracing along the path of memory, all the way, full of desolation.
The journey of life is so long, holding hands is just a node, and breaking up is also the only thing to be thankful for is about the whole process. There is no vow, and there is no heartbreaking. Everything seems so plain and natural.
When we fell in love, we were together, forgot, and left.
The way they walk through each other's lives is like ink, from shallow to rich, from deep to pale, and finally the dust settled when they wrote, the prosperity has passed, leaving it in vain.
It should have been like this.
When the championship of the tenth season arrived, Ye Xiu was satisfied. For glory, he really had no regrets for the youth and frivolity of more than ten years. After retiring, with everything about the world, he began to slowly learn to let go, let go of his willfulness, let go of persistence, and let go of his original intention.
But in a blink of an eye, he stood here again, at the door of the World Invitational Tournament, and in front of Zhou Zekai.
When he had decided to move forward, fate once again pulled him back to the original point.
There was only Ye Xiu's footsteps in the empty corridor. He stopped in front of a door and carefully looked at the numbers on the doorboard for a long time. He knew very well who lived in it. There were 13 professional players. He only remembered the room numbers of two people.
For a long time, Ye Xiu withdrew his eyes and turned to the training room next door.
He came back again, but Zhou Zekai seemed to have gone a long way.
+ TBC +