Mu Qiu, the internet manager who left the private room and returned to the Internet cafe hall, started his busy work again.

The front was delayed for so little as more than ten minutes because of helping Thunder to take over Thunder, and the hall had already become a mess, with customers shouting impatiently everywhere. I don’t know how many times the service bell at the front desk had ringed.

Here we quickly give two bottles of soda.

I helped adjust the mouse there.

When I returned to the front desk, I helped two machines renew their Internet time. One of the old customers in the Internet cafes looked at Mu Qiu with resentment when they were waiting to pay the money: "Hey, Aqiu... I almost killed five times in a big dragon team battle, but the computer was suddenly locked and killed by the opponent's dough. Why do you compensate me?"

Five kills disappeared.

The situation of winning was destroyed and turned around.

It was indeed a very painful experience.

Mu Qiu responded with ease: "I'll add a can of Coke to you, and I'll count it on the Internet cafe account!"

"Great!" The old customer immediately smiled and then looked at Mu Qiu: "But you always keep accounting like this... Looking back, your uncle from the Internet cafe owner checked it, can you explain it if you can explain it?"

Mu Qiu curled his lips: "Don't worry, that old guy can't come for three or five days, and he can't check it so carefully."

Speaking of it.

Originally, the boss of Lecheng Internet Cafe was indeed his uncle, so he was not just an ordinary small network administrator who applied for a temporary job. Strictly speaking, it was even more likely that the "young boss" of Lecheng Internet Cafe was joking when everyone was chatting and bragging with regular Internet cafe customers on weekdays, and he admitted it for granted.

"But to be honest, although your Lecheng Internet Cafe is a little smaller, the business is really good."

An old customer looked around and commented:

"Looking back, your uncle is old, and you can take over this Internet cafe. You can make money while you are comfortable and comfortable."

Mu Qiu laughed: "I'll hire two beautiful network administrator girls to work for me at that time, and I feel so happy."

An old customer showed a sneaky expression between his eyebrows and eyes: "Yes, yes, yes, girls do it if they have something to do...if they have nothing to do..."

The two looked at each other tacitly.

At the same time, it made a burst of smirks that only men would understand.

After chatting for a few seconds, I helped to charge the Internet fee and watched the old customer go away. But Mu Qiu's original smile slowly calmed down, and his eyes became a little deep and quiet.

He shook his head and sat down at the front desk, looked at the computer screen of the work cashier for a while. He originally wanted to take advantage of the moment of leisure to sort out the accounts again, but then he found that his mood was a little distracted and he could not concentrate on doing things at all.

He looked up at the working interface on the computer screen. Mu Qiu pushed the keyboard forward, stood up again, took Baoliqun's cigarette and lighter from the desktop, and walked out of the Internet cafe gate.

...

Push open the curtain.

Standing outside the Internet cafe under the eye-catching plaque with four neon words "Lecheng Internet Cafe" flashing outside the Internet cafe, Mu Qiu lowered his head and lit a cigarette.

Put the cigarette box back in your pocket.

He took a deep breath of smoke, and the grey tobacco scent of the tobacco quickly penetrated into his lungs with a slight rustling rustling, and slowly spit out a smoke ring surrounded by white mist. Mu Qiu narrowed his eyes slightly with some comfort.

He leaned against the corner of the wall and looked up at the dark night sky and the moon emitting a faint light hidden behind the clouds. As the young man who is now the "Young Master" of Lecheng Internet Cafe, he is quiet and silent.

Behind me, even through the curtains, you can still hear the noise and lively sound coming from the Internet cafe lobby.

Business is really good tonight.

It's also reasonable.

On the one hand, because the Internet cafe is located around the university, the flow of students who come to surf the Internet or even overnight has always been very large.

On the other hand...

After all, the finals are about to be around.

The young man took another breath of cigarette, watching the slowly spitting smoke lingering and rising in front of him, dissipating in the air with the cool night breeze blowing by, and his eyes were erratic. Series World Finals.

It's really... a word that makes people extremely familiar but gradually becomes unfamiliar with time.

but.

It's indeed nothing to do with him now.

Thinking of the chat and conversation with old customers in the Internet cafe at the front desk of the lobby, including his so-called "Young Master", Mu Qiu's mouth curled up a sarcasm.

It has a self-deprecating meaning.

Young boss...

If you really inherit this Lecheng Internet Cafe in the future and become an Internet cafe owner, you can really make money by lying comfortably.

And who knows that he was also an existence that symbolized the highest specifications of League of Legends e-sports.

But it's meaningless.

Just like what he said to the guest girl in the private room.

Now he has no interest in playing professions.

...

But is this really the case?

At night in the Demon City, the breeze is cool.

Before he knew it, the cigarette in his hand was about to burn to the end, but Mu Qiu was still silently looking at the street lights that were casting dim light from the street corner not far away, as if he was unaware of it.

It seemed uncontrollably that he was still recalling the half-time support Thresh who had just replaced him in the box.

Something...

It's really like being imprinted in the depths of the soul, remembered in the bones and flowing in the blood.

I haven't been involved in e-sports for many years.

It still did not prevent him from being able to easily get familiar with the control of the "new" auxiliary hero like Warden of the Soul Lock, and fight a grass-cut killing rhythm.

Similarly, even though I had warned myself countless times, professional e-sports was no longer the target he was obsessed with and pursued by him, in the ranking game just now... every step of the operation and every kill can still bring him an indescribable sense of pleasure to a trembling pleasure.

This is uncontrollable pleasure that comes from the bottom of your heart.

It is something that cannot be concealed or disguised.

You can deceive anyone, but you can never deceive yourself.

Mu Qiu pulled the corner of his mouth, but the curve this time it was curled up seemed a little bitter.

But, what's the use?

Everything was almost the moment the S1 season finals ended, and it was all settled and could not be changed.

Return to the arena?

In fact, as early as one or two years after their team fell apart and disbanded, with the gradual rise of domestic e-sports career, other professional teams and managers came to him through various channels to extend olive branches, and made the most enthusiastic invitation to him at that time with extremely generous and generous reward conditions.

I hope he can overcome the negative emotions of losing the finals and cheer up again.

Join a new team and continue fighting again.

"It's just a failure, and it's not even a failure. You even won the runner-up trophy for our national server under such a harsh environment, which is already a record!"

"If you work harder in the new season, you will definitely have a chance to win the championship!"

These were the words of enthusiastic persuasion and instigation by the team clubs that came to the door at that time.

Mu Qiu's face showed a stronger look of mockery.

Overcome...negative emotions?

Rejuvenate?

He is not that cowardly guy who dares not face reality if he loses the finals. For him, it is a pity that he misses the championship, but it will definitely not be a reason to completely discourage him and retire.

But he still refused all invitations without hesitation and rejected all high-priced contracts.

And the reason.

There has never been only one

He played assist.

A supporter always needs the most is an ADC partner who can absolutely trust and fight alongside him.

And the partner he recognized will always be the only one.

So this is also the answer he gave to those enthusiastic and kind-hearted team clubs at that time:

"Sorry, my ADC is gone."

"Except him"

"There will be no more partners I'm willing to assist."

The update is sent, and the third update is around 10 o'clock. Let's go and continue to write.
Chapter completed!