Chapter 87

Sydney, dark clouds covered the sky, as if plotting something, only the unrestrained gale kept howling, announcing the news that a rainstorm was about to arrive.

Three hours have passed since the match between VG and MVP; the three Qiyou brothers discussed it and decided to leave Sydney tomorrow.

Inside the hotel, advent's room, aumaN has an ice pack on his head, reducing the pain from hitting the pillar yesterday.

"Why didn't Freeman get red-faced after losing? His data was so ugly!"

Obviously, he is brooding over the culprit, and every move is kept in his heart.

"It's already lost, why bother with him. It's kaze, I see he is not in a good mood, you go and comfort him more."

advent packs his luggage; the match is over, and talking about these things has no meaning.

Anyway, Freeman won't be in the team next, and there is nothing to review.

Looking toward the future, thinking about how to face the next match with Jiao Yang is the most critical.

aumaN is told this and can't continue talking; originally he wanted to say that Freeman might be match-fixing.

"Fine, I'll go find kaze. It's all Freeman's fault for making the situation he fought so hard to create go to waste!"

aumaN thinks kaze should hate Freeman as much as he does; he is indeed a better partner for complaining.

He is just about to go out when the door is opened by kaze.

"Hey, isn't this a coincidence? I was just looking for you." aumaN smiles and is about to plead his case, but kaze directly bypasses him.

"Liang Dui, I have something I want to tell you."

kaze's firm expression is also mixed with some inexplicable depression.

"Me?"

advent puts his luggage aside; although he doesn't know what kaze has to say to him alone, he still follows.

The door closes, aumaN looks at zhokiNg and asks in confusion: "What's the matter that you have to hide from us two?"

zhokiNg doesn't speak and returns to his room alone.

The gale outside the door rushes into the hotel lobby, advent shivers twice: "This is going to be a rainstorm"

kaze nods, still not speaking.

"What's the matter that you don't say it inside? Want to scold aumaN?"

Today zhokiNg's performance can be counted as passable, while aumaN only counts as a human flashbang.

If Freeman is not considered, aumaN has to take the biggest pot.

kaze shakes his head, hesitates for a moment, and still opens his mouth: "Sorry, I might not go with you guys."

advent sees kaze so serious and thinks it's some big deal, smiles and says: "You want to return to Malaysia alone?"

Originally, after this IEM Sydney, they planned to return to the VG base to train together; after all, the ESL Cologne Asian closed qualifier is coming up soon.

As a result, Jiao Yang is going to Paris to play the Major, and the team can't train without a person, so they just took a holiday.

kaze wanting to leave early doesn't count as a big deal.

"You want to return to Malaysia alone? Is there something at home?" advent cares: "If there is anything to help with, say it in time."

kaze pauses for a moment, struggles for a while, takes a long breath, and says in a deep voice: "Say sorry to Jiao Yang for me."

advent doesn't understand for a moment and freezes on the spot.

Freeman walks by dragging two suitcases and pats kaze's shoulder.

"Alright, the old captain will understand; it's been dragged for so long, the plane won't wait for people."

Saying that, regardless of the two people behind him, he walks out the door holding an umbrella alone.

kaze sighs, turns around and starts walking; the more he walks, the bigger his steps, and the rain in the sky seems to echo this rhythm, falling harder and harder.

The sound of the downpour hitting the ground wakes advent from his loss of focus; he doesn't care about the wind and rain and rushes out of the hotel directly.

"kaze, what do you mean!"

"You damn come back!"

"Speak clearly!"

The rain curtain covers everything, advent can't tell the direction at all; he only knows to shout forward, people always walk forward.

But people, once they leave, they won't come back.

His shouting, who heard it?

The rain falls as usual, the wind keeps blowing, and the sound just now is as if it never existed.

He always says that as long as the brothers are there, the road is there.

But now the brothers are gone, so where is the road?

advent lowers his head, surprised to find that there is no rain falling on the road under his feet, and the wind is not as rampant as just now.

He turns around and looks up; the tall zhokiNg is holding an umbrella without saying a word;

In the distance, aumaN is dragging the luggage of the three, soaked all over: "Let's go, let's go home."

In the afternoon, Jiao Yang, who was making up sleep after finishing the training match, suddenly wakes up.

Dream, another strange dream.

This time it's not on the field, but at the airport; this airport is too familiar, so Jiao Yang will definitely not remember it wrong.

Shanghai airport!

He didn't bring luggage, grabbed a ticket he just bought, and rushed to the boarding hall after passing the security check.

"Paris, Paris." What he was chanting was definitely not Chinese, it sounded very much like the language of a small country in Europe.

Found the nearest flight to Paris, 14:30, less than 50 minutes, but excluding the 40 minutes for early boarding, there was less than 10 minutes left.

Firmly remembering the boarding gate number, he started running again.

——

He hated his bloated body now! If it were in the past, he wouldn't be panting at all.

"Hoo—hoo—"

"—"

Almost there, almost there, almost there.

He didn't care about his disheveled posture, only caring about finding the person he was looking for in advance.

"Found you! Robin!"

He finally arrived before boarding started, but when he saw Robin's back, he didn't notice another fat man next to him who was chatting happily with Robin.

Jiao Yang, who was attached to his body, froze directly; he knew this fat man.

Although his clothes and dress had changed slightly, he would definitely not recognize that unique figure.

This is—Zywoo!

Zywoo noticed him first, somewhat at a loss, and looked anxiously at a middle-aged man in the distance who was chatting and laughing with his companions.

Robin turned his head following Zywoo's perspective, saw him, was a bit surprised at first, then sighed, and left the team.

After greeting the middle-aged man with a somewhat comedic face, Robin took him to a more open place.

"He Wei, why are you here?" His eyes were fixed on his ticket.

Noticing this look, his heart ached: "I won't go to Paris, just want to ask you a few questions."

"You could have said it online." Robin pursed his lips.

"I don't believe what is said online."

"Alright, then say it, what's the matter?"

"Did you leave because we didn't play well?"

"No, He Wei, I—" Robin just wanted to argue, but seeing his eyes, he said helplessly: "Yes, I feel like I can no longer be limited to the team."

"They need me, and I need them."

Robin pointed in the direction where Zywoo and the others were.

"Then what about us?"

He couldn't control himself; the beautiful memories with Robin kept emerging.

From the beginning, he entered the CS profession with Robin as his role model; after many years, they became teammates and won almost all the honors together.

But now, just because of one failure, everything has to be rewritten.

Perhaps if it weren't for being too close to the peak this time, maybe he wouldn't have fallen so painfully!

"No! I wasn't the one who left first!"

Robin looked at his expression that seemed to be collapsing, feeling a bit guilty, but he didn't want to bear this guilt that didn't come from him.

"Think about it carefully, who was the one who gave up this home first!"

Finally saying the words he had been holding in his heart, Robin felt relieved.

Jiao Yang also watched with his own eyes as this boy with a white scar under his eye gradually walked away.

He woke up.

The rain outside the window was falling harder and harder.

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