Chapter 117

Shi Ruitang became more and more skilled under Ling Yin's abuse, and also became hungrier and hungrier. Finally, he couldn't bear it anymore and said, "I can't take it anymore. I have to go eat."

"Hey, wait a moment." Le Anyi, who had just returned, said, "Some people just arrived. The food is out, but we're still cooking."

"Oh." Shi Ruitang touched his belly and lay back down.

A lollipop was placed on the table. It was green and lime-flavored. Xingxing's hand was about to be withdrawn.

Shi Ruitang tilted his head to look. Fengshen stood up, and Xingxing followed him and prepared to leave. He looked at the scar on Qu Xing's right hand and suddenly realized that he hadn't played games since his hand injury.

"Brother Xingxing?" Shi Ruitang couldn't help but call out.

Qu Xing: “Hmm?”

Shi Ruitang looked at his hands, then looked up at Qu Xing's eyes and asked, "What do you feel when you play games?"

Qu Xing looked down at him for two seconds and smiled: "Just play."

Shi Ruitang: "Your play is different from ours."

Qu Xing grabbed Ling Yin's shirt hem, took a step forward with him, and said casually with a smile, "Everyone has their own way of playing."

After saying that, Qu Xing turned around and followed Ling Yin back to his seat, continuing to cling to Ling Yin, as if no matter how much he clung to her, he could never get tired of her, maintaining the high passion of liking someone every minute. Shi Ruitang felt that he might be like this in everything he did, but this was the only thing that most people could never achieve.

When Shi Ruitang went downstairs to eat, Zhou Si came in once. He stood in the middle of the training room, typing on his phone with one hand, his brow furrowed. He held a cigarette between his fingers, not daring to light it, but his expression made it look like he wanted to chew the cigarette.

Ling Yin was training, and Qu Xing was about to take a cup to get some water for them. After seeing this, he rubbed Zhou Si's eyebrows twice.

Zhou Sihua quickly put the phone against his chest.

Qu Xing retracted his hand: "..."

“…”

Zhou Si gave a dry laugh, glanced at his hand, and said for no apparent reason, "Go get some water."

Qu Xing looked at him: "I have seen it."

“…”

Zhou Si: "You..."

He looked at Qu Xing, then glanced back at his hand, then raised his eyes to look at him. Apart from the brightness, there was no trace of any special emotion in his eyes.

Zhou Si asked doubtfully, "What did you see?"

Qu Xing said, "Dazzling, terminate the contract."

Zhou Si: “…”

Damn, this little pervert's dynamic vision is a bit too exaggerated.

"What?!" Le Anyi stood up suddenly. "Who? Zhou Si, you want to terminate your contract with our Xingxing? Are you crazy?"

Ling Yin wanted to quit the game immediately.

The entire training room was filled with exclamations of "Wow!", and Zhou Si didn't even have time to say a word before he was almost drowned in saliva.

"Stop, stop, stop!!!!" Zhou Si yelled unceremoniously, "Everyone, shut up! I'm not the one who wants to unblock it! It's that fucking idiot executive!"

Everyone was silent for a second, then opened their mouths and started shouting "Fuck" and other curses into the training room.

"What the fuck!" Zhou Si waved his arms. "I'm about to have a meeting with them, what are you yelling about? Don't worry! How could I let such a big treasure go?! Look how calm Ling Yin is! Learn from him, or else he's the captain!"

Ling Yin's hands paused for a moment after a flurry of killing. The health bar above the hero's head was so small it was almost invisible. He had killed all the enemies on the other side, but as soon as he took a step, the remaining soldiers attacked him lightly, and the hero fell to the ground with a miserable thud.

Zhou Si happened to see it: "...You let a soldier kill you alone?"

Anyway, no matter what, the opponent was scared by Ling Yin and clicked surrender without thinking. After the game ended, Ling Yin stood up and took Qu Xing into his arms, tilting his head and whispering in his ear: "It's okay, if you want to leave, I will go with you."

Zhou Si hurriedly said: "Hey!!"

With these two aces gone, what does he have left?

Zhou Si had no intention of letting Qu Xing go in the first place, and Ling Yin's words had made him confront the higher-ups with all his might. Otherwise, if Ling Yin was truly insane enough to do such a thing, DL would be essentially ruined.

Jiang Lin shouted, "Can you take me with you? How can I survive with other ADs when I have an AD like Xingxing?"

Le Anyi: “I…”

"Shut up, shut up!" Zhou Si was overwhelmed. "I won't leave. Shut up, it's so unlucky."

He raised his hand and pressed it down. "Just calm down and focus on your training. This is none of your business. These kinds of conflicts happen every year and every month. I can just coordinate them. It's not something you should consider. Otherwise, what would you want me for?"

Qu Xing saw him turn on the screen and take a look, then his fingers moved and he wanted to put the cigarette to his mouth again.

The conference room was gloomy. Among the five or six people in shirts and leather shoes were two or three stocky men. Zhou Si, sitting among them, looked handsome. He opened his mouth and said, "I'm clear. Dazzling can't be let go. Unless she's crazy."

Senior Executive A said: "Yeah, he has a lot of traffic. He's already at the top of the LPL in terms of traffic. He can continue playing when his hand heals."

Senior Executive B said, "That's what I was saying. It's not like his hand is damaged. We would have to pay him compensation if he injured it during the contract, but he didn't ask you for it."

Senior C has great power and a bad temper: "Then let me ask you, which team is mentally ill?"

"How can he be mentally ill? He was fine when I first came in."

"like……"

"Ask Zhou Si yourself if he has a mental illness!"

Zhou Si took a puff of his cigarette and looked the man in the eye: "That's his family matter. He can't bring it to the competition. You can't just let this happen..."

"What family or national affairs?! Then how come someone told me he's been acting weird since his hand injury? He can't even judge the most basic things, and his memory is bad? Why do you keep someone like that on the team? You're treating a player like a treasure that no other team would want."

Zhou Si couldn't help but laugh: "He has a bad memory? He can recite your family tree back to the Paramecium period! Where did you hear that rumor?"

"Where did you hear that rumor?" The man lifted the paper from the table, shook it, and slammed it down on the conference room table. "Diagnosis, take a look! Complex Traumatic Stress Disorder, Memory Dissociation. Few can cure this condition, and it can flare up at any time. How can you be sure it won't happen during a competition? What if it happens during the World Championship? What if it happens during the finals?"

Zhou Si frowned, brushed away several hands that were trying to reach for the paper, snatched it away himself, took a look at it, and then closed it.

"What?"

Zhou Si: "You judge a person based on a few words on a piece of paper? How can you think someone with a mental illness is a lunatic who can go crazy and have a seizure at any time? Have you ever met him, spoken to him? If you know him a little bit, you wouldn't take a diagnosis as the Bible. If his illness really affected the game, he would have stopped playing without us saying anything."

The man slammed the table and stood up: "I just want to ask you if that is true?"

Zhou seemed unmoved, sitting still. "Is it true? How much do you think you know? Of course it's scary to write down any illness on paper. Do you know that mental illness is unique to each individual? You don't know what it's like in him. If you believe in the diagnosis so much, why didn't you see the last line about a high-functioning traumatized individual?"

He frowned as he spoke, leaning forward to look at him, extremely puzzled. "I've worked for so many years, building DL into what it is today. Do you think I'm a fool? Would I plant a time bomb in the team and wait for him to destroy DL?"

Another person said, "I heard that Dazzling has everyone in the base bewitched. Are you also bewitched?"

"..." Zhou Si calmly shifted his attack: "What did you hear? Everything?"

"I... just heard that Dazzling has bewitched you all."

Zhou Si: "Oh. Just listen to it. You'll live your whole life listening to it."

Fortunately, Qu Xing forced them to remove the things from the base a few days ago, so this person didn't see those decorations and posters.

He had no evidence, which meant he had no evidence. Zhou Si righteously scolded him, "Are you playing Ahri? Using that charm technique? What? He charmed us, so what? Are we going to destroy our country or something?"

"I made it clear! Spirited..."

Zhou Si: "What's with all that energy? Did you fucking see him bite someone or something? You can't even understand the game and you're still giving orders. Fine! You terminate the contract with him. If he leaves, Ling Yin has to leave too, so I'll leave too! If you like to meddle so much, then you come and manage DL. I want to see how well you can manage it."

The man immediately became angry: "Okay! Go away!"

When everyone saw that he was actually going to drive away his most trusted confidant, they immediately started to persuade him.

"No, no, no! It's not that necessary. Just let him finish out his one-year contract. If he really doesn't perform well, there's still time to replace him next year."

"Why change?" Zhou Si said, "I'm not going to change. I've been fed up with you for a long time. You should just earn your money honestly. Why are you always giving me orders? You're afraid that I'll lose even a penny of your little money. Why don't you just fire us all and start over? See if you can still create another DL?"

The man turned away from him, looking towards the end of the huge conference room. He asked, "Ling Yin, what do you mean? What do you mean by leaving if Qu Xing leaves? No matter how much money you've made in the past few years, the penalty for breach of contract will be enough to bankrupt you."

Zhou Si's face was filled with anger, and he turned his head to look at them, and said in a lost voice: "When did you two come in?"

Ling Yin said calmly: "Just now."

Zhou Si looked to his side again, where Qu Xing was holding his chin and looking at them intently.

"I came here to ask," Qu Xing asked Zhou Si, "Is my name among the shareholders of our team?"

Zhou Si: “?”

Zhou Si: "What? Isn't that a duplicate name? Is it you? What do you mean? What's your name? Have you invested in it?"

Qu Xing was also confused. He had never cared what those people were investing his money into, so he said uncertainly, "It seems, it seems that they have signed it."

Everyone: “…”

?????

Zhou Si: "You...you..."

At this moment, Qu Xing's phone rang. He picked up the phone, took a look, and looked up: "Oh, it's me."

The conference room was completely silent, with only the smoke slowly drifting away. Qu Xing wrinkled his nose and coughed, then looked up at the person who had been calling him mentally ill and asked, "Are you going to fire me?"

“…”

Qu Xing smiled and said, "It's okay. Then you pay me the termination fee, I'll leave, and then I'll invite myself back."

“…”

Qu Xing looked at him twice and then looked away.

He really doesn't like quarreling, as it damages the liver, anger and voice and doesn't solve any problems. He also doesn't like to have conflicts with others. If there is a conflict, the most he will do is block that person.

He could understand the man's thinking. After all, just a dissociation was enough to deter any team. If he suddenly lost consciousness on the field, the entire game could be ruined.

It's just that he kicked him out too hastily. Now is not the transfer period. If he really left, DL wouldn't be able to get new players for the World Championship. Besides paying more money, nothing would change. This person seems to be simply discriminating against him, treating people with mental illness like a plague.

Qu Xing: "Also, about my strength."

He remembered the question Shi Ruitang had just asked him - what it felt like to play games.

There wasn't really any special feeling, I just really enjoyed winning. He wasn't a competitive person in real life, but in competitions, he just wanted to win. Aside from that feeling after each match, playing was no different from anything else he did; it was all just normal; he was just playing with all his heart.

Qu Xing: "I've thought about this before."

Everyone looked at him.

Qu Xing said, "Why do all of them look so worthless, yet everyone insists on picking out the best from the worst?"

Everyone: “…”

Ling Yin couldn't help but turn his head away and smile.

This was a bit too arrogant, too arrogant to be coming from Qu Xing's mouth. He was strong enough to be arrogant, but he just didn't. Unexpectedly, he was arrogant today, and it was so handsome that it made his scalp tingle.

However, Xingxing was definitely not showing off when she said this. It was obviously a real doubt that had been weighing on her heart for a long time, but she had never told anyone about it.

It's even more handsome when I think about it this way.

Qu Xing turned his gaze back to the man: "I am ten thousand times stronger than them, even though I have a hand injury. I see that you are not in a normal mood either. Whether it is a mental problem or a physical problem, you should get treatment. Sometimes I feel that everyone's mental health is not very good. I may be healthier than you."

"I won't bite anyone, but I see you have a tendency to bite people everywhere. Don't wait until I win the World Championship. You can't handle the excitement and go crazy, making life difficult for those around you."

Zhou Si thought to himself, wow, that’s awesome.

Shareholders speak with conviction.

"See you at the World Championship." Qu Xing stood up and gave a sly smile to the well-dressed people in the seats: "Dismissed."