The e-sports god has fallen again

Chapter 296 I, hunk, understand?

It wasn't until Lang Qiao's eyes were blurred like autumn water that he gasped and said, "I can't help but want to kiss you."

Lang Qiao: "..."

They finished training earlier than usual tonight because of someone's sudden ecstasy.

Time flies and it's the weekend, the day of the first week of the regular season finals, and also...

Zheng Hang negotiated with the club to let the devil retire.

Early in the morning, Zheng Hang drove to the hospital where the Demon King was, and opened the door of the ward with breakfast in hand, only to see...

The quilt on the hospital bed was randomly stuffed into a ball, but the little ancestor who was lying on the bed every day waiting to be fed due to his hand injury disappeared without a trace.

Zheng Laomazi Hang: "..." I am too difficult.

He sighed, put the steaming breakfast on the bedside, and began to help the little ancestor clean up the room without any complaints.

The timing for him to join the GNM team was very unfortunate, just in time for the demon king to be domineering and domineering, and forced him from an older single boy to a full-time dad who is proficient in all kinds of martial arts.

There is no way, we need to have a meal.

After tidying up the room, Zheng Hang sat on the hospital bed and read the news for a while, but the more he read, the more worried he became.

Where will the devil go this early in the morning?

Even if you are tired of the breakfast he bought and want to go outside to try something new, you should come back at this point, right?
It can't be because you are going to retire, can't you think about it?
Speaking of which, he seemed to have heard that there was a professional player in the KPL next door who retired and wanted to jump off the building that night, and the fans held up the horns below to persuade him for a long time before he persuaded him to come down...

Thinking of this, Zheng Hang couldn't sit still at all. He put his phone in his pocket and ran to the rooftop, but when he passed by the doctor's office, he heard a familiar voice.

"Is there really no way?" The devil's voice came from the crack of the door, muffled, and sounded a little urgent: "I really need this opportunity, as long as this hand can forget the pain for a short time, no consequences will come. It's all my responsibility!"

Zheng Hang's footsteps stopped abruptly, and he looked at the half-hidden door in disbelief.

Demon King, he hasn't given up yet...

He raised his hand, and just as he was about to knock on the door, he heard the doctor say, "Of course there is a way to forget the pain. You can just get a sealing injection, but this will make your hands more strained, and may even cause permanent damage. We Not advocated."

"I don't care!" The devil muttered to himself with red eyes, "As long as I can fight again, I can pay whatever price..."

He had been looking forward to it for so long, and finally he hoped that he was old enough, but he never thought that his hand would not work after the others played.

Anyway, he was about to retire, if he could ignore the impact of the pain on this stage and focus on playing a game, even if he would be a useless person for the rest of his life, he would admit it.

The doctor sighed, not knowing where he got such deep obsession at such a young age, he just shook his head and said firmly, "This is not in compliance with the regulations."

"Is it really impossible?" The Demon King asked persistently.

"No."

……

Zheng Hang didn't know how he walked back to the ward step by step with heavy steps.

When he finally sat down beside the hospital bed and breathed a sigh of relief, he realized that his eyes were blurred belatedly.

The warm liquid swirled in his eye sockets, and he had to raise his head and stare at the ceiling for a long time before finally holding back his tears.

Then he took out his phone and created a small group, pulling Gatlin, Waiting for me, Lang Qiao, and Ji Shao all into it.

Before he was ready to speak, Gatlin's news came like a cannonball.

[Gatling:? ? ? 】

[Gatlin: Brother Hang, didn't you go to the hospital to pick up the devil?What are you doing all of a sudden? 】

[Gatlin: You don't want to secretly prepare a retirement surprise for the devil, do you?It's a bit romantic~]

【Wait for me: Yes. 】

Zheng Hang: "..." That's right, ass, you fucking know how to agree every day.

He silently rolled his eyes before starting to type.

[GNM Manager Zheng Hang: I pulled you all of a sudden because I wanted to discuss something. 】

[GNM Manager Zheng Hang: As you all know, the Demon King is retiring today, the last game of BO5, you see...]

After hesitating for a moment, he called Lang Qiao.

[GNM manager Zheng Hang: Can the devil come on? @lang の temptation]

And Lang Qiao's answer was also very straightforward.

[Lang's Temptation: Yes. 】

Her career has just begun, and there are still countless games to play in the future, and it doesn't matter to her if one more round is missing.

only……

[Gatlin: But tonight is the weekly final. The ranking of the weekly final directly affects the league points we get, and the league points are the key to our championship. Are you sure, Brother Hang? 】

Before Zheng Hang could reply, another new message popped up in the group.

[Gank your heart: No problem. 】

[Lang's Temptation: It's a big deal to get more points in the first four rounds. 】

[Wait for me: That's right. 】

Wait for me to agree.

For the Demon King who loves the game so much, there shouldn't be a better gift than this, right?

And Gatling just thought they were crazy.

[Gatling:? ? ? ?Am I too picky? 】

[Gatlin: What is no problem?What is the big deal to get more points in the first four rounds?Can you stop making it as simple as chopping melons and vegetables?So bloated! 】

[Gatlin: Although this is a secondary league, it is still a professional arena!Some strong teams still have strong players! 】

[Gatling: And wait for me, why are you following me!You are obviously as good as me! 】

When I agreed, it seemed like he was the only rookie left in their team.

Is he shameless?
Facing Gatlin's passionate speech, Ji Shao gave a cold snort of disdain, and said backhandedly.

[Gank your heart: I, the hunk, made a thunderbolt, understand? 】

Lang Qiao followed suit.

[Lang's temptation: I, macho, 1V4, understand? 】

[Gatling: Social society. 】

[Wait for me: I can't afford to be provoked. 】

And Zheng Hang: "..."

I don't know if it's his delusion, but I always feel that with Lang Qiao and Ji Shaoyi joining the GNM team, it's like putting two wild dogs that have run loose on the field, and they can't be pulled...

At three o'clock in the afternoon, under the urging of Zheng Hang, all members of the GNM team packed their things and got into the car one by one.

The Demon King subconsciously wanted to get his peripheral bag, but he stopped abruptly when he stretched his hand halfway, and only curled the corners of his lips bitterly.

"Take it." Zheng Hang said, "What if it's useful?"

The devil nodded, and finally obediently picked up the peripheral bag, and was the last one to get into the car.

Gatlin was still noisy as always, but he didn't frown to make him quiet as usual.

(End of this chapter)