A healing writer? No, it's a depressing writer!

Chapter 11 Love is the Depravity of Free Will
The most unpraised thing in this world is love.

So-called love——

It is nothing but the fall of free will.

In Jiang Hai's opinion, you are putting in a lot of effort here, racking your brains to come up with so many flowery love words.

What's the use of this?

Someone who loves you will love you no matter what you do.

If you don't love someone, even if you are the reincarnation of a great poet, even if you write the most touching and exquisite love words -

She still won't be attracted to you.

Just like the attitude Jiang Hai had just expressed -

"How can we talk about love between men and women when our country is not yet strong and prosperous?"

Instead of racking your brains to think of some seemingly beautiful love words, it is better to save this time——

Go and complete your mission in this world!

After all, as a man, a real man should do men's things——

What should be done!

I watched Jiang Hai put down the registration form in his hand, then turned around and walked straight out of the venue.

The fat man quickly threw down the pen in his hand and shouted at his back:
"Brother Hai, please wait for me."

Wait until the two of them leave
Not long after.

Senior Taozi, who was in charge of collecting the contestants' registration forms, walked into the venue with a little surprise.

She looked at the registration forms scattered randomly on the table with some dissatisfaction:

"Whose entry form was not placed according to the rules, and was thrown randomly on the table and thrown everywhere?"

She subconsciously picked up the registration form and wanted to throw it into the trash can.

But at this moment, she glanced and happened to see the contents of the paper:
[She can’t see it anyway.]

【What's the harm in writing one less line? 】

"Hey, don't say anything." When Taozi saw these two lines of words, her eyes lit up, as if she was somewhat amazed by the two seemingly unsophisticated "love poems" in front of her. She slowly began to read them carefully, gradually began to think, and then murmured to herself, "These three lines of love are written..."

“It seems to be quite interesting.”

Coming back from the May Fourth Square of our school,
"Bang——" Jiang Hai kicked the door open, returned to the dormitory, and started shouting towards the inner room, "Son——"

"Dad is back!"

Chu Tianjiao, a muscular man wearing a vest, is sitting in front of the computer screen, wearing Razer headphones and masturbating passionately.

I saw him using the ID [Miracle Walker], choosing a Sword Demon in the top lane, and facing off against others.

The opponent's top laner is the Hand of Noxus.

Chu Tianjiao made a mistake in his positioning, and was found by the opponent's Noxus. The opponent's Noxus came up with a set of smooth combos -

Ruthless Iron Hands, outer circle scrape, crippling blow, ignition, and Noxus Guillotine!

With a set of smooth little combos, the screen went black in an instant and the Sword Demon was taken away directly.

Although he was killed alone, he was not angry at all. Instead, he seemed to be accustomed to this scene.

Chu Tianjiao lit a cigarette with his backhand, and then four big words popped up silently in the game dialogue box:
"Jungle gap."

As expected, after being killed 21 times in a row by the opposing top laner, the blue camp that Chu Tianjiao belonged to finally...

Eventually lost the game.

"Brother Hai, tell me," Chu Tianjiao took a deep breath of cigarette, then exhaled a puff of pure white smoke from his mouth with a melancholy look on his face, "Why have I been playing LOL for five years, but my rank has always remained at Silver and has never been promoted?"

"Am I being targeted by the elo mechanism? Why are my teammates so bad?"

The so-called elo mechanism means that if we win many games in a row in the ranking, we will encounter some teammates who seem to be not at the same level, and we will be in trouble.

Jiang Hai was about to say——

Is it possible that you are the one being cheated, and you are the beneficiary of the elo mechanism?
If there is no elo mechanism, is it possible that you can't even get to silver?

However, he swallowed the words back when the words were about to come out of his mouth. "Is there a possibility?" Jiang Hai looked at Chu Tianjiao's 0/21/0 record on the screen and analyzed it rationally, "It's you, who is not suitable for this position?"

In fact, Jiang Hai originally wanted to say:
'Is there a possibility that you are not suited to this game?'

However, looking at Chu Tianjiao's sincere eyes, he finally decided to speak tactfully:

"You were killed 21 times in the top lane. This shows that you are not suitable for playing in the confrontation lane."

Basically, during the year and a half that Chu Tianjiao had been playing online games in the dormitory, Jiang Hai had never seen him have a positive record.

Whenever you choose the top lane position, you will definitely be killed by the opponent!

It's like this every time!

But Chu Tianjiao didn't think he had any problem. Every time he was killed, he had a very good reason to make up for himself:
"How can I win the game if the jungler doesn't come to help me?"

Jiang Hai's original intention of persuading him was to tell him implicitly -

"I've been killed by a single player 21 times, and you're still so far behind the jungler?"

'Don't play League anymore, or consider switching to another game.'

But Chu Tianjiao seemed to have misunderstood Jiang Hai's meaning.
He slapped his thigh, his eyes clear, as if he had suddenly realized something:
"Yeah, you're right!"

"Since we can't win in the top lane—"

"Then why don't I just go play jungle?"

"The jungler doesn't have to compete with others in terms of skills, so you can do whatever you want."

After saying this, Chu Tianjiao switched to the game ranking screen in a second and changed the [Top Lane] originally pre-selected by [Miracle Walker] to [Jungle].

After doing all this, he looked up at Jiang Hai with a serious expression:

"I, Chu Tianjiao, am a man determined to become a professional player!"

"I, the Miracle Walker, will start from the jungle position."

honestly,
When seeing Chu Tianjiao's serious expression,

Jiang Hai did feel a little defeated by him:

"Play whatever you like."

Nearing nine o'clock in the evening,
After a short rest,

Jiang Hai turned on his computer, ready to continue serializing the 'healing' novel "The Poor Man's Two Thousand Years of Life".

Just as he entered the login interface of the novel website, he turned his head to glance at the fat man and Chu Tianjiao in the dormitory.

Chu Tianjiao was concentrating on playing King of Glory on his mobile phone and speaking passionately on the microphone.

The fat guy was lying on the bed happily, watching short videos.

Seeing this scene, Jiang Hai wanted to complain:

"It's hard to believe that as adults you—"

"My nightlife is all about playing with my phone?"

Other people’s college students’ nightlife——

Going to bars, dating girls, singing karaoke, partying in nightclubs, having a blast
Our college students——

Lying in bed all day and playing games on your phone?
After hearing what Jiang Hai said, the fat man thought about it seriously, then raised his head and stared at Jiang Hai seriously:

"Your description is not very accurate. I don't just play with my phone at night—"

“I play with my phone during the day, too!”

Chu Tianjiao's answer was even more direct:
"I don't just play with my phone, I also play with my computer!"

After showing an expression like [Cool and handsome.jpg], Chu Tianjiao decisively dropped the King in his hand, then quickly got up from the bed in the dormitory and sat in front of the computer:
"Alliance during the day, Genshin Impact at night!"

"Get going, get going!"

Seeing the two of them looking so useless,
Jiang Hai rolled his eyes while sitting on the bed, then turned on his tablet and clicked on the author interface of Xingtian Chinese website.

When he looked up at the author's backstage on the web page, a line of words suddenly appeared before his eyes:
"Dear writer friend [Carry an umbrella but not a knife on a rainy night], your original work "The Poor Ghost's Two Thousand Years" has been successfully shortlisted to participate in the 36th Yao Cup Original Writing Competition of Xingtian Chinese Network. Please continue to pay attention to the backstage information."

(End of this chapter)