Chapter 119
Ling Yin once told Qu Xing one night that his good teammates would randomly develop various "illnesses" when midsummer arrived, so that every time they entered the summer season, they weren't competing for the championship, but for a spot in the World Championship. Qu Xing remembered that they had qualified as the second seed in the last World Championship.
So far, he'd only seen He Weichen have an attack, and by now, it was mostly resolved. Many things that others considered unsolvable were actually easy to him, nothing insurmountable or impossible to overcome. So, he didn't take Ling Yin's words to heart; he simply solved the problem.
Until the day before a game in the summer season.
UNG top laner Anvy withdrew from the competition due to serious hand problems. Although there was no announcement, he is basically in a semi-retired state. UNG has replaced him with a new top laner.
Le Anyi felt sad for Anvy for a while, and boasted that he had beaten UNG's top laner. However, during the training match that day, he discovered that this young top laner was young, quick-reacting and very powerful. He was obviously UNG's ace that had been hidden for a long time. Le Anyi didn't know whether he had never seen this kind of play before, or was stimulated by the young player, so he played without any rules and had some tantrums from time to time.
The next day's game was even more unbearable to watch. The coaching staff was so frightened that they held a meeting overnight to analyze the situation. In just a few days, they had aged several years.
While Le Anyi was still recovering, Jiang Lin had somehow also lost his composure, even more so than Le Anyi. Qu Xing was extremely surprised by his support. Jiang Lin was, after all, a world-class support, yet his skills had regressed by hundreds of years overnight.
“Linlin!” Qu Xing twisted his head and shook it: “What’s wrong with you? Wake up!!!!”
Jiang Lin let him shake him limply, letting out a weak "ah".
Ling Yin sat back in his chair, his hair lifted up, and leaned on his arm to watch the replay of the game. After watching for a while, he couldn't bear it anymore and tilted his head towards Jiang Lin, frowning: "You..."
Qu Xing was shocked by how handsome Ling Yin looked.
Jiang Lin in his hand was shocked and thought, it's over, has their captain finally been unable to hold back and start making fun of him?
But after Ling Yin said "you", he gritted his teeth and turned back, without even looking at him again.
Jiang Lin was just thinking that their team leader had matured when he heard Qu Xing above him loudly speak up for Ling Yin: "Are you crazy?!"
It turns out what Ling Yin said was true! These people are really crazy! He Weichen's illness has a cause and is indeed easy to treat, but these two people are simply crazy.
Jiang Lin: “…”
"I haven't been sleeping well lately." Jiang Lin said weakly, "When I don't sleep well, my brain doesn't work."
Qu Xing: "Why can't you sleep well? Find out the reason and we'll find a solution for you!"
Jiang Lin: "It's too hot! Can you shoot the sun down?"
Qu Xing: "Isn't there air conditioning?"
"Right! What I mean is, it's too cold! It's too hot, so it's too cold! This central air conditioning is too fucking cold!" Jiang Lin cursed and cursed, even speaking like Le Anyi: "I'm going to turn into a frozen corpse if I sleep every day!"
Qu Xing: "Where are you covering yourself with the quilt? Can't the temperature in the room be adjusted? Turn it up a bit so you can sleep."
Jiang Lin: "Turn it up one degree for heat, turn it down one degree for cool. I have to use a quilt of moderate thickness and weight when I sleep. If it's too thick, I can't sleep, and if it's too thin, I don't feel safe. Also, I can't find a comfortable sleeping position lately. I can't fall asleep even after lying in bed for two hours."
Qu Xing, who could fall asleep in five minutes no matter what position he was in, was shocked.
Qu Xing: "You..."
Qu Xing: "Do you need me to hold you and coax you to sleep?"
Jiang Lin's eyes lit up: "Okay..."
Qu Xing was slapped on the butt by Ling Yin.
But Jiang Lin was in far greater danger than Le Anyi if he continued like this. If he couldn't sleep well all summer, even if he made it to Worlds, he wouldn't be able to play well. This kind of thing had happened before Ling Yin came to DL, and that year's DL was truly miserable.
So the DL life department started the annual task of adjusting Jiang Lin's sleeping environment - this person gets sick when he gets hot, and the illness is different every year, with different requirements every year, so they have to do it all over again every year.
Qu Xing was watching from the side, feeling very dizzy. While the coach was solving Le Anyi's problem, he was still focusing on Shi Ruitang one-on-one. This kid was the same. Although some of his habits were slowly getting better, his flaws were hard to change. While those two guys would get sick from time to time, he was in a sick state for a long time.
For a long time, the game relied on the mid and jungle to carry the team through. Fortunately, the mid and jungle are the most important players in League of Legends, so as long as the other three players don't perform too badly, they can still win the game.
It's just that I did lose more than before.
Whenever they lose, there will be people criticizing them, and no one from the entire team, from the coaching staff to the players, is spared. Even Qu Xing, who was recuperating from a hand injury, was pulled out and speculated about the conspiracy.
It seemed like everyone was hyped up the entire summer, from the outside world to this always-boiling base, all on a scorching path toward the playoffs.
During the review after a certain game, the coach's criticism finally shifted to Ling Yin and He Weichen.
"It's okay if He Weichen has a problem, it's his old problem." Song Tianhua shouted: "Ling Yin, what's wrong with you? Why can't you keep your composure? Why did you go in those waves?"
Ling Yin sat in a chair with his legs slightly open. He had a hairpin on each side of his head, a pin Qu Xing had given him. A small green star danced on each side of his head. His hair was pinned up, revealing his forehead. When he frowned, he looked less handsome and more fierce.
Ling Yin was so shocked by this bunch of rubbish that he didn't want to talk. His face was half speechless and half impatient. He snorted and looked away.
Qu Xing refused to accept this and said to Song Tianhua, "Are you crazy too? Why can't I go up here? I could do it before, why can't I do it now?"
Qu Xing had been hanging around the coaching staff recently, except for the occasional practice session when his hand felt better. Zhao Hui had long since come to believe that Dazzling was the absolute truth, and he immediately scratched his head, intending to study it further. Unexpectedly, Song Tianhua, the stubborn one, actually argued with Qu Xing.
Song Tianhua: "When can I go up? This has never happened before."
Zhao Hui whispered, "Are you really crazy? If Qu Xing says there is, then it must be there."
Qu Xing: "Watch for yourself the 20 minutes of your second game against W8 in the spring season two years ago."
Song Tianhua didn't look at it: "How long has it been? We have to keep up with the times, right?"
Qu Xing: "You didn't even make it! Who made it? Everyone's retreating! If you keep fighting like this, you'll all be out!"
Everyone: “…”
How did his temper become so bad? It turned out that Ling Yin didn't get angry before, and this star became his mouthpiece.
Qu Xing turned to look at Ling Yin, who was leaning back in his chair. "Why don't you just cooperate with them a little? They're clearly not in a position to make such demanding decisions right now. You're all out of touch."
Ling Yin glanced at him with his temples propped up: "How do you match it?"
Qu Xing: “…”
He could tell that Ling Yin's words did not mean "how to match", but "it is impossible to match".
Qu Xing brushed the light over Ling Yin's head, flicked his sleeves, and left, leaving behind a room filled with anxiety and two stars buzzing above Ling Yin's head.
"..." Ling Yin was silent for a while, still frowning, and leaned over to look at the data on the computer without saying a word.
Although he was unhappy about being forced to lower his standards, he still had to give it a try. Although he probably couldn't adapt to other people's styles and preferences as easily as Xingxing.
You still have to try it...
In the past few years of playing competitions, I have never failed to enter the World Championship. Don’t wait until Xingxing’s hand is healed to find that the one-year journey is over.
A few days later, Qu Xing discovered that Ling Yin had indeed made the changes, and while they were effective, his brother still felt frustrated. Having already entered the playoffs, the atmosphere within the team was growing increasingly tense. Jiang Lin was so sleepy every day that he couldn't think about anything other than the game, and he felt quite insensitive—or even shameless—for a month. He was finally starting to feel a tinge of guilt. Le Anyi had struggled to adapt to UNG's new top laner, but he was still stuck in his "drunk sweat drug personality."
But nature couldn't be overcome; sleepiness was inevitable, and even sleeping pills wouldn't wake him up. Before a BO5 match, Jiang Lin was finally sent home by Zhou Si to get a few days' sleep, and his support was replaced by a substitute.
On the day of the BO5, the top, mid, and jungle led the substitute bottom lane duo to win the match after 5 games. Ling Yin was left behind for an interview.
Every time a teammate gets sick, it's Ling Yin who suffers. After a summer season, he's unhappy with everyone except his boyfriend. That gentle smile on his face has long disappeared, and his eyes are fixed indifferently on a line drawing of him and Qu Xing kissing in the audience.
The host asked: "There are only a few games left in the summer season. If DL's condition continues like this, what are your plans for the future?"
What to do? Win what you deserve, lose what you deserve, and continue on your journey with honor or condemnation. What else can you do?
Ling Yin said calmly and casually, "You can't just die."
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The author has something to say: Our Fengshen is no longer elegant and has become a sloppy cool guy.
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