God, hold your little vest

Chapter 343 The fear after the blood boils

Her shoulder was never going to get better.

She can no longer play professionally.

Even playing a game for a while is already very difficult.

Shen Xi looked at Zhang Zehui in a daze, and suddenly smiled, with despair and helplessness in his voice.

"So, you came to me today just to say sorry?"

But at this moment, Zhang Zehui didn't know what to say other than sorry.

He knew that Shen Xi would not forgive him.

Never will.

"sorry Sorry sorry."

Shen Xi shook his head: "That's enough, don't talk about it, it's useless to talk about it."

"I'm sorry..." Zhang Zehui kept talking, his voice became hoarse and choked up.

"Stop talking, it's already, it's over."

Shen Xi lowered his head, his voice trembling.

She dare not recall.

How did she come here for the past two years.

She couldn't accept the fact that her shoulder was ruined.

Skipping classes, overeating, and smashing things desperately, I can't vent.

I can't vent my frustration and resentment.

Despair engulfed her, dragging her into the abyss step by step.

Gradually, she forgot that the blood was surging when she held the mouse and pressed the keyboard.

All that was left was panic and uneasiness.

That sense of fear, the fear of this game, of e-sports, and of this stage, has always haunted her.

She often thinks about it.

If she didn't go to play professionally at the beginning, then there was no time at all.

However, she went.

Things happen too.

Looking at Zhang Zehui's eyes full of guilt and regret, and hearing him keep saying sorry, Shen Xi smiled bitterly.

Shen Xi lowered his head, became quiet, and did not speak.

Zhang Zehui's choked and hoarse voice kept ringing.

It's been a long time.

Shen Xicai raised his head slowly, his eyes were as dark as ink.

It looked like it had calmed down.

"Needless to say I'm sorry, I'm fine. Although I can no longer play professionally, it's a pity and I'm very unwilling, but it's already a thing of the past."

"You didn't tell me that this is your own decision, but thank you very much. If you didn't show up at that time, I might have died."

"Since this matter has passed, let it pass. Don't mention it again, I am not Ares anymore."

"You still have a rematch to play tomorrow, come on, I'm leaving first."

After Shen Xi finished speaking, his eyes rolled.

It seems that he has accepted the fact.

Afterwards, Shen Xi stood up, lowered his head, without looking at Zhang Zehui, passed Bo Yu, and walked out of the coffee shop.

The sun is fierce outside.

Although Shen Xi wore two pieces, he still felt cold.

The coldness emanating from the depths of the soul.

Shen Xi lowered his head.

Walk aimlessly.

And in the coffee shop.

Looking at Shen Xi's attitude, Zhang Zehui felt even more uncomfortable in his heart, and sat there alone, bowing his head in silence.

After all, Shen Xi did not forgive him.

How dare he beg Shen Xi to forgive him.

Thinking about it, Zhang Zehui laughed at himself, very bitter.

And Bao Yu who was sitting next to him.

The dialogue between Shen Xi and Zhang Zehui.

He heard it all.

Since Ares disappeared, he has been looking for him, but there has been no news.

He wants to fight Ares.

But never thought.

Shen Xi is Ares.

Long before Shen Xi came to the DM team, they had already fought once.

He lost.

As expected of Ares, even with...a shoulder injury, he is still so strong.

Knowing Shen Xi is the moment of Ares.

Bo Yu has complicated emotions.

Not shock, not anger, not joy at finding Ares.

It's a pain in my heart, like being pricked by a needle, it hurts densely.

Shen Xi said.

Her shoulder is broken.

Can no longer play professional.

Bo Yu couldn't help remembering that before playing games with Shen Xi, Shen Xi only played about three games at most, and then stopped.

(End of this chapter)