Chapter 131
Qu Xing suddenly became flustered and kept repeating "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry" in his heart. He wanted to say something but didn't know how. He stared at the word "come back" in a daze.
He really had lost the concept of "returning" to that place.
He still couldn't remember. He thought he could remember, but no, he'd forgotten. He'd thrown these living people into the paradise of memory, along with his dead grandmother, completely immersed in his life after turning eighteen, forgetting everything before.
"Xingxing, Xingxing." Ling Yin brought his face over and pinched him: "I told them, don't be afraid, they all know."
Qu Xing looked at him blankly: "Tell them what?"
Ling Yin said softly, "They are part of your trauma, so you need to take your time. They are just waiting, they haven't forgotten you."
Qu Xing: "Wait?"
Ling Yin: "Well, wait until you can slowly remember them."
Qu Xing's pupils trembled.
wait……
It seemed like they'd been waiting like this ever since he'd learned the truth about his grandmother. Waiting for him to get out of the house, for him to pull himself together, for him to play again, for him to come back to them. A week, a month, two months, and now they had to wait again. Until when? No one knew. They didn't even dare approach him anymore, because he'd rejected them with the most speechless coldness.
Ling Yin seemed to know what he was thinking all the time and said, "Don't blame yourself, baby. It's not your fault. Take your time. It's just that your memory is damaged, not that you have forgotten them."
Several teammates sat in silence, watching Qu Xing intently. Qu Xing glanced at them one by one, then held up his phone and said, "Then I..."
"It's okay." Ling Yin rubbed him: "If you don't know what to say, don't say it for now. We can meet after the World Championship is over. I'll accompany you, take it slow."
Qu Xing held the phone and looked at him blankly.
Ling Yin sighed inwardly, feeling a little distressed. He hadn't done it on purpose, but he still hadn't forgotten his family. He felt so guilty and helpless, looking so pitiful.
"Xingxing." Jiang Lin also followed his pitiful gaze and came over to hold his face.
Qu Xing put down his phone: "Yeah."
"I'm fine." Qu Xing also held his face.
He rubbed Jiang Lin's face, let go, picked up his phone and sent a random emoticon to the group.
The first to reply was Yu Dad, who hadn't been seen in years. He also sent a moving emoji. Then came Yu Dun. He had been told not to put pressure on him, and he hadn't contacted him for a long time. Seeing that he had taken the initiative to send a message, he immediately sent a series of cheering emojis and sent a voice message.
"That's such an awesome fight, Star!"
There is also one from Meng Hui: Is Los Angeles fun?
Everything was so natural, as if they had not waited silently for so long.
Qu Xing turned his head and buried it in Ling Yin, who felt a little wet.
This star cried openly in front of him, but she didn't want to cry when there were many people around. However, she couldn't control herself, so she buried her face and sent messages while crying.
——It’s not fun, I’m training every day
Meng Hui——What are you doing now?
——Waiting for dinner
Meng Hui sent a video call.
"Let me see if the baby has lost weight... Ouch, why are you crying?"
Qu Xing looked at her for a long time, and seeing that she didn't show any signs of unnaturalness, as if the three months of forgetfulness in between had never existed, he suddenly felt extremely guilty, and pursed his lips and shed more tears: "I'm sorry——"
Meng Hui: "Why should I be sorry? We Xingxing can't do anything wrong."
This was similar to Ling Yin's words, "No matter what, I can't blame you." Qu Xing felt even more uncomfortable, thinking that this group of people had spoiled him too much. He was about to speak with sobs when he heard Meng Hui say, "Oh, oh, oh, our little Xingxing is crying—"
The tone sounds so excited.
"..." Qu Xing closed his mouth, his eyes still wet.
"Ouch~ Hahahahahaha, intercept quickly..."
Qu Xing hung up the video.
I remembered that his sister Huihui loved to see him cry the most. When he was a child, he would be bullied if he cried in front of her.
Meng Hui sent a vicious kissing face emoticon.
——I love my mom so much!
——Don’t cry, don’t cry. You are so far away and your mother can’t kiss you even if you cry.
Qu Xing: “…” Fortunately, we were far away.
Otherwise, Qu Xing would have become a lump of flesh with messy hair, a face that looked like a nobody, and a large area of his face covered in red kisses.
"Let's go and see what to eat." Qu Xing pulled Ling Yin up.
Ling Yin took a piece of paper and wiped Qu Xing's still slightly wet cheek. This sudden emotion seemed to be excessive.
It's very good, no need to coax.
After one last bask in the Los Angeles sunshine, the group headed to New York.
The air in New York is much louder and more solemn than that in Los Angeles.
It is already autumn here. The plane trees on the streets are already crowned with orange and yellow. The autumn atmosphere is strong. You can't just go out in thin clothes, you have to put on a coat.
DL and EKN arrived early. The two teams, who did not speak the same language, communicated in a mixture of English, Korean and Chinese. They actually became good friends and were now playing with leaves near Harlem Lake in Central Park.
Le Anyi felt that this was mainly thanks to his Xingxing. With him, everyone in the world would become their good friend. He could even chat with someone as arrogant and domineering as Lyra.
At this moment, this Sheniu star is enthusiastically learning Korean with Lyra.
YeonBit listened for a while and silently told Ling Yin: "The words he taught are not good ones."
Ling Yin said with a smile: "Oh."
He stretched out his hand, grabbed Qu Xing's neck and pulled him to his side, and asked with a smile, "What did you learn?"
Qu Xing waved his hand away: "I can't tell you."
"How did you learn to curse?" Ling Yin said.
Qu Xing froze: "Do you understand?"
Ling Yin: "So you just learned to curse."
Qu Xing glanced away: "No..."
Ling Yin wanted to laugh even more.
In fact, he really wanted to hear how Xingxing cursed people. He recalled that the most serious curse he had heard him use was "Are you sick?", and it seemed that Xingxing could not come up with any more serious curse.
Seeing that he was about to talk to Lyra again, Ling Yin pulled him back: "Can you curse me for a minute?"
Qu Xing decisively refused: "No."
Ling Yin: "My dear, you learned so much dirty things, I can't even describe it."
Qu Xing pondered for a moment, then suddenly tilted his head and said to him, "neogatgosipeo?"
Lingyin was still staring at the stars, but YeonBit instantly exploded, rushing over and pointing at Lyra and yelling, "Hey! What are you teaching Dazzling?"
Lyra: "Something to say to Wind."
YeonBit: “Didn’t you tell him what it meant?”
Ling Yin looked at the two people in front of him and asked curiously, "What do you mean?"
Qu Xing didn't understand either. Judging from YeonBit's reaction, he must have been deceived: "He said it was a more straightforward way of saying I love you..."
Ling Yin: “Oh.”
It seems that YeonBit is being too straightforward.
After being beaten up, Lyra came over and invited Qu Xing, "Solo?"
Qu Xing refused: "No."
Lyra: "Why?"
Qu Xing: "I'm afraid you'll cry."
Lyra: “???”
Lyra: "Why am I crying?"
Qu Xing thought for a moment and said, "Do you think you're a good dish?"
Lyra: “????”
Lyra: "What are you talking about?"
Lyra: "Me?"
Lyra: "The world's best AD carry?"
Qu Xing encouraged: "That's right, you must maintain this confidence."
Lyra was completely confused by his attitude, and her fighting spirit was ignited: "Solo!"
Qu Xing: "No."
Lyra: "Are you afraid of me?"
Qu Xing didn't want to answer this kind of question, so he looked away. Suddenly, his eyes lit up: "Squirrel!"
"Where?" Le Anyi turned his head.
"It's already run away." Qu Xing looked at the branch it ran towards.
Lyra: "You're afraid of me, aren't you? Solo, solo, solo...Ah! What are you doing! Dazzling, save me!"
YeonBit dragged this annoying fighting chicken away.
Dazzling is still looking for the squirrel.
Over the next few days, the other teams finished their remaining matches. Eight teams were eliminated and returned home from Los Angeles. All four LCK teams advanced, along with one from each of the European and American regions. The only two LPL teams were DL and UNG.
Prepare for the knockout draw.
The knockout rounds were a single-elimination Bo5 format, with any of the eight teams that lost a single match going home. Therefore, everyone was reluctant to face EKN first; such a formidable opponent would be put off until later. In any case, every extra round counted.
As for UNG, they don't want to meet it for the time being.
The main reason was that Qu Xing said they had at least three lineups prepared specifically to counter them, yet they had only managed to find two. UNG had been incredibly patient, having yet to even consider another scrimmages with them. They'd even declined their invitations, seemingly unfazed by the prospect of not understanding their formidable opponent.
It's so mysterious that it makes people uneasy.
They were lucky enough that their opponent in the quarter-finals was Bao Bao.
Baobao is actually quite strong, but judging by their match in the Swiss round, the difference in perception is quite significant. The moment they were drawn, Le Anyi had already jumped up, ready to celebrate advancing to the semifinals. But Song Tianhua scolded him back.
"Give me a good fight! Who can make it this far without some strength? Everyone has the potential to burst out that you don't know about, right? Try this again for me?"
Le Anyi shrank back: "Oh."
After a while, Le Anyi muttered, "I didn't say I wouldn't fight properly."
UNG was also lucky - it was a victory anyway because they didn't draw EKN, and they drew a team from the North American region.
EKN’s civil war with its own division.
Before going on stage, everyone was a little nervous. After all, at this point, every game was crucial.
Not only is the air outside in New York more tense than in Los Angeles, the atmosphere inside the venue also seems to be more compact and intense than in Los Angeles.
Qu Xing saw the scene of the audience seats on the big TV screen, and DL's several cheering boards were particularly conspicuous.
"Come on, get ready to go!" Zhou Si clapped his hands.
The five people stood up.
Zhou Si stretched out his right hand and placed it in the air.
Qu Xing rolled down his rolled-up uniform sleeves, the dark purple lines gleaming faintly on the white shirt. He placed his scarred right hand on them.
Ling Yin gently covered her.
A group of young men gathered in a circle, their faces calm, their passion suppressed deep in their hearts, ready with absolute concentration, waiting to face the unknown changes in the battle situation.
Zhou Si: "3, 2, 1..."
"come on!"
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The author has something to say: I'm sorry... Ever since I started writing without any updates, I've been late and asked for leave frequently. Today, I was late again after asking for leave. I don't think I can change this bad habit for the time being... I'm really too bad to finish writing. I'm sorry... [Please][Breaking down crying]
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