Chapter 49 Fuck Him

According to Qi Ji's personality and the degree of his love for his teammates, no matter what happened in the past, he would choose to go back to the base to solve it.

Even when they lost the game in the bubble match last year, and he did not enter the world championship for the first time in 9 years since he became a professional player, he did not blame anyone.

But now, his mind flashed back countless times to every mistake of SHAN, especially the most critical team battle in the third game, his incredible mistake, which made him have to raise this possibility that he dared not believe and was unwilling to believe.

He could not calm down like before, but he hoped that this was just his guess and the truth was not like that.

Qi Ji's questioning made Shan's heart break. He subconsciously wanted to deny it, but he mustered up the courage to look up at the captain who was full of sadness and disappointment. The words he wanted to say to justify himself were stuck in his throat and he couldn't say them out.

In a trance, he began to recall every scene after he became a professional player of HOW and entered GF.

He remembered that it was because he admired Qi Ji that he worked hard to play ranked games and got a good ranking. Then he was noticed by other clubs in HOW, and successfully entered this industry and became a professional player like him.

But he really can't be considered a very talented player. After all, talent is just a ticket to become a professional player.

So in order to surpass other players, he made unimaginable efforts, and achieved results step by step. In the second year after he entered the professional league, because GF's soul assistant was about to retire, he passed the selection and entered GF, which everyone yearned for.

After entering GF, he finally got his wish to get close to his idol, but compared with other talented players, he was really mediocre and dull.

But on the countless nights when he wanted to give up, it was the captain who accompanied him to train.

During the game, he occasionally made mistakes, and it was the captain who comforted him and told him not to be afraid and not to blame himself.

Facing the insults of black fans and the unbearable online violence, it was the captain who kept encouraging him and became their strongest backing.

As long as they were willing to ask for advice on any skills and experience in the game, the captain would teach them without hesitation.

It can be said that the reason why his career can continue, become a famous supporting player, and have two league championships, which is not bad, is because of the captain.

But now, he betrayed his most admired captain and destroyed his trust and expectations of him.

Thinking of this, Shan couldn't bear it all, and sat on the ground in despair, crying loudly.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Captain, but I have no choice."

"They, they threatened me, saying that if I don't do this, they will make me a substitute next season, and they will not let me transfer until the end of the contract. I really have no choice. I'm sorry, Captain, I'm really sorry."

If Qi Ji only had 90% doubts before, he was still willing to keep the last hope for the remaining 10%.

Now Shan's collapse and admission was like the last straw that broke the camel's back, making Qi Ji completely confirm this cruel and disgusting fact.

No need to ask any more questions, he knew who threatened Shan.

He understood his fear, but he could not forgive his betrayal.

He also thought about the countless ways that the management might use to make him a substitute and make him obedient, but he had never thought about the only way he could not accept, which was match-fixing.

This was not only trampling on his bottom line, but also insulting him and other professional players, and even blaspheming HOW.

For him, this was not only the pain of being deceived, but also the collapse of faith.

Qi Ji felt that he was about to suffocate. He could not even feel anger or other emotions. Only three words remained in his mind.

"Why?"

Yes, why?

Why did the club where he had been for ten years treat him so unhesitatingly? Why

would the players he had led for three years stab him in the back so easily?

Looking down at Shan who was crying, Qi Ji's voice was hoarse.

"In your opinion, it's just a substitute for a few games, right?"

But they didn't know how precious each game was in the little time he had left.

Seeing that Qi Ji's expression was not anger, but sadness close to collapse, Shan was flustered and in pain. He cried and grabbed Qi Ji's arm and begged him bitterly.

"I, I'm not as talented as the captain. I'm already 22 years old. If I really have to be substituted, my career will be over."

"Captain, I know I'm sorry for you. Can you forgive me this time, just this time?"

"I will never do it again. I won't dare to do it again, captain. Please, captain, I'm sorry, I'm really sorry."

If it was something else, Qi Ji thought he would forgive him.

But this time, he couldn't forgive, and he had no right to forgive.

Because he betrayed not only him, but also HOW, and even more so the enthusiastic self who worked day and night to improve his strength.

Pulling his arm out of Shan's hand inch by inch, Qi Ji looked at Shan numbly and sadly.

"You are sorry for me, but you are even more sorry for yourself."

After saying that, regardless of Shan's loud crying, he shook off his hand, pushed open the door to the corridor, and prepared to leave.

The entrance to the corridor was already crowded with GF's people, and in order to prevent outsiders from knowing, they deliberately did not let others approach here.

Separated by a door, everyone did not hear it very clearly, but they also heard the general idea.

Seeing Qi Ji's desperate look, everyone was shocked, and the usually experienced and steady Coach Zhou even stuttered when he spoke.

"Qi Ji, calm down. Let's talk about this when we get back."

"Captain..."

Qi Ji's answer was to push away the arms that were stretched out to support him or comfort him. Amid the shouts of his GF and the whispers of other onlookers, he straightened his thin and slender back and left the place step by step.

It was March, the springtime, and the warm sunlight shone through the clear glass into the corridor, but Qi Ji felt extremely cold at the moment.

At the same time, Yuan Zhuo, who was racing on the court, suddenly felt an inexplicable pain and panic in his heart.

But for the sake of winning the game, he still tried to cheer up.

Their game today was not smooth. Although they won the game 2:1 in the end, the soul tank blacksky Duan Tianya seemed to have a lot of problems.

But Yuan Zhuo didn't care about all this. As soon as the game was over, after shaking hands with his opponent and bowing to the audience, he packed up his equipment as quickly as possible and ran off the competition stage like a fly.

After getting the phone, he only said to the coach in a hurry.

"I'm going to find Qi Ji, you go first, I'll contact you later."

Without waiting for the coach to respond, he immediately called Qi Ji with his phone while running out.

What made Yuan Zhuo panic was that Qi Ji didn't answer the phone.

But in order to find him as much as possible, he still tried to calm himself down. After searching outside the venue for a long time and still not finding Qi Ji, he remembered with regret that he could call Fu Duo to ask about

Qi Ji's whereabouts. Just as he was shaking his hands and preparing to call Fu Duo to inquire about Qi Ji's whereabouts, suddenly, a familiar and hoarse voice came from a dark corner not far away.

"Yuan Zhuo."

Turning his head suddenly, Yuan Zhuo saw Qi Ji squatting in the corner, looking at him with red eyes.

At this moment, Yuan Zhuo felt as if he was alive again, and he ran towards Qi Ji with all his strength.

After seeing Qi Ji's extremely sad expression, he immediately felt so distressed that he wanted to die immediately.

Regardless of the fact that he was still outside, he staggered over and almost threw himself on Qi Ji, hugged him tightly in his arms, holding his breath and stroking his back.

"It's okay, I'm here, I'm here."

After leaving everyone in GF, Qi Ji's first reaction was to leave.

At this moment, everything here made him feel too sad and suffocated.

Everything he loved seemed to be completely trampled on at that moment. The club he had devoted ten years to and the teammates he had led for many years all betrayed him.

If he stayed here any longer, he felt that he might die.

But when he stopped the taxi and was about to get in, he suddenly remembered his agreement with Yuan Zhuo - to meet after the game today.

The moment he thought of Yuan Zhuo, Qi Ji's heart, which had been broken into countless pieces, seemed to be repaired by a small piece.

But it was only that small piece, and then endless sorrow and sadness still surged towards him, instantly imprisoning him.

The darkness that had been hidden deep in his heart because of Yuan Zhuo's existence also enveloped him again.

But the more it was at this time, the more he seemed to want to see Yuan Zhuo, or in other words, at this moment, he regarded him as his only antidote, and only he could alleviate the pain all over his body and the holes in his heart.

Like a dying patient, Qi Ji dragged his powerless body and hid himself in a corner, curled up, waiting for Yuan Zhuo to finish the game.

Fortunately, he waited.

The moment Yuan Zhuo hugged him, the pain in his body and the airtight feeling of suffocation were indeed relieved a little.

But then came endless pain and grievances, Qi Ji choked like a wounded little animal.

"They faked the game."

"They actually used a fake game against me."

Hearing this, Yuan Zhuo was also very shocked.

He thought Qi Ji was just sad because he lost the game and was about to be substituted, although he also felt that some of the GF players in today's game played really outrageously.

But he never expected that GF would dare to fake the match, just to lose this game and let Qi Ji take over.

This is simply too unbelievable and too ridiculous.

Snuggling tightly in Yuan Zhuo's arms, Qi Ji was in pain and could no longer control his words and actions.

"I hate them, Yuan Zhuo."

"I hate myself too."

"Mom and Dad must hate me too."

Yes, he must be too hateful, so others would treat him like this.

Maybe he shouldn't continue to live for that championship, he should die immediately.

Fortunately, at this moment, Yuan Zhuo was not much better than Qi Ji, and just thought that Qi Ji was talking nonsense because he was too painful.

And he understood his pain and collapse very well. This was not only a fake competition for him, but also the collapse of his faith. What was the difference between this and stabbing him with a knife?

The more he thought about it, the more distressed and angry he became. Yuan Zhuo wished he could kill GF's people right now.

With red eyes, he hugged Qi Ji and kissed his tears.

"Don't cry, don't cry, fuck GF, we terminate the contract, you come to MG, we'll be together!"