It's a cold night in early winter.

The street is quiet.

The lights are dim.

In front of the stone pier on the roadside, the former teammates raised their heads slightly, and a light and soft light seemed to be covered with a calm face.

The tone was as gentle as ever.

It seemed as if he was just in an ordinary tone and said such a calm sentence:

"I did blame you."

yes.

How can it not make people feel resentful?

How high your talent is, how brilliant the future should be, how heavy and painful it should be when such cruel reality unexpectedly comes to you.

You can't blame God or blame the other party for their injustice.

But the depression and resentment always have to find a vent.

"It was probably the most difficult time when I was injured shortly after that."

Zhou Mo seemed to be trapped in memories and slowly spoke, as if he was remembering something funny, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up slightly:

"real."

"It's not an exaggeration at all. During those days, my temper was really irritable. I was irritable and restless in convenience stores every day, and I wanted to smash a few things to vent my vent."

"But, you can't smash things, you'll lose money."

"Then I can only find some people to scold me."

"It's not okay to scold others, so I have to think of someone coming out."

"For about a whole month, every day my name is scolded by me for more than ten or twenty times. I try my best to find your faults and problems, and put all the various messy charges on your head."

Zhou Mo laughed at this point:

"Really, I never thought that I could find so many crimes in you."

"I was so angry at that time..."

"Thinking about it, it's your fault."

"When you played SK in the final of S1, you obviously, as the team's mid laner core and captain, why can't you lead us to the final victory?"

"Why did you lose to that guy Han Shihao in the last sentence by a slight difference?"

"It's all your fault. If you win the championship at that time, everyone in the team can continue to get together happily."

"Also, even if you lose the game, everyone will feel uncomfortable. Why can you just throw a tantrum and willfulness, and you are so reckless and disband the team that everyone has worked hard to build together?"

"It's all your fault. If the team didn't disband so early, then we can learn from the lesson and start over. We will lose to SK in the first year, and in the second year, we will still have the opportunity to make up for our regrets again."

"even"

"If you hadn't disbanded the team, then everyone's life might not have become messy later, and my life... wouldn't have become like that later."

"Perhaps, if I hadn't returned to my hometown because I left the team, I wouldn't have encountered such an accident later."

"So I have to blame you for my hand injury."

"besides."

"Why do you have to break off contact with everyone after the team is disbanded?"

"I clearly had such a good relationship before, why did I feel like I was stranger in the future because of a defeat in a game?"

"Why did you not show up at once when I was so difficult and painful? I couldn't give me any encouragement or comfort?"

When he said every word, Zhou Mo's voice and tone remained slow and steady, and did not reveal the resentment and injustice brought by that time.

But every sentence is out.

But it was like a huge rock hitting Lin Feng's body.

The smash made him pale and his figure seemed to be more shaky.

Because even through such plain, simple and unrefined narratives as his partner in front of him, he could still clearly and thoroughly feel the great grievances and pains that the former suffered in those years.

These "crimes" seem to be jokingly cited.

But in fact.

Each one is indeed related to him.

"It was my fault……"

Lin Feng murmured in such a daze.

Over the past years, things about several former teammates have always lingered in his heart. It was a shadow brought by a huge guilt.

He knew very well what impact and harm his reckless and hasty decisions made only by momentary intention would bring to his closest friends in the past.

but……

Even in the deepest fearful nightmare, he never thought of such a scene now.

It was not until he saw the hand injury of his former teammate Adc in front of him that he realized that the situation he had been most worried about seemed so pale and lacked imagination.

E-sports player's hand injury.

It is no different from track and field athletes who lose their legs.

Especially for a professional AdC player who was once stunning and shocked the entire world e-sports circle, the right hand part is so shocking.

It was the death sentence that was directly and cruelly sentenced to the end of his career.

There is no room for recovery.

Lin Feng originally thought that his fault was only to ruin the glory of the former team.

But reality told him coldly and cruelly that what he ruined was all the dreams and futures of his former partners.

...

"I don't blame you."

After the "evidences" that were calm and unhurried just now, the three words at this moment inevitably seem a little abrupt.

The tone of the person who spoke was still calm and gentle.

There is no sarcasm.

Lin Feng raised his head in a daze and looked at his former companion in front of him.

Zhou Mo smiled and met Lin Feng's gaze:

"This sentence is not a lie."

"Just like what I just told you all are true, time is really a magical power. It can not only smooth the wound, but also make people calm down and think about some problems."

"The resentment and injustice were just because I couldn't find a vent, so I was completely unreasonable and shirked to you."

"But actually"

"You can't blame me."

“Or…”

Zhou Mo stopped for a moment, as if he was thinking carefully about the words, and then shook his head and smiled:

"I used to be stranger, but now I can forgive myself calmly."

forgive?

Such words seem to be unable to give people enough relief and comfort in this situation at this moment.

Lin Feng spoke hard:

“I don’t deserve it.”

This sentence was originally said to him in the most sarcastic tone, but at this moment, it was a definite belief that he was despairing.

yes.

Ask yourself and get in a place.

If he was transferred to Zhou Mo's situation, how could he forgive such a thing?

A whole dream and future are ruined. Can it be offset by just a light "sorry"?

"Maybe it wasn't possible in the past."

"But now, it's OK."

Zhou Mo's voice sounded, Lin Feng's body shook slightly, subconsciously raised his head, but in a daze, he met the gentle gaze of the former:

"I said it?"

"Today, I watched your game."

"But I forgot to say that in the past six months, I have watched all the videos of the game you can find."

"A decline."

Updates are available, it's the weekend, ahhhhhhhh, I can go to bed early tonight, and I will try to write at least tomorrow morning.
Chapter completed!