The e-sports investor Xue Zhiling said: "It is precisely because of the Xuanwu Kingdom e-sports tycoon Wei Taiqiang and Liu Tienan who worked hard to cultivate professional e-sports players that those semi-professional e-sports players may grow into the future pillars of Xuanwu Kingdom."

E-sports player Mu Shizhen said: "I will definitely seize the opportunity and let myself and the people in my e-sports club grow into a smart, ideal and capable e-sports player."

Xue Zhiling said: "I not only want to continue to invest in these professional e-sports players, but also continue to cherish this mother-son fate. I will help Mu Shizhen become an e-sports tycoon who can compete with Wei Taiqiang, and I also hope Wei Taiqiang will continue to support us."

Wei Taiqiang smiled, he didn't say anything.

Luo has Xue Zhiling's information, and he is going to have a good fight with Wei Taiqiang and others, but Wei Taiqiang has trained the semi-professional e-sports player under Cao Jiao and others.

As time flies, professional e-sports players have changed from young boys to a man who can talk and have their own ideas.

Their e-sports awareness and ability to fight against them are no longer as immature as Wei Taiqiang and others just joined.

However, Luo Xian still challenged Wei Taiqiang and the others. After thinking for a while, Wei Taiqiang agreed to show up with Luo Xian and the others.

On the day of the game, there were crowds of people, Tu Tuqiao and the others came. At the game, the e-sports fans shouted that Wei Taiqiang would cheer up, and the King of Glory E-sports Club would cheer up.

Afterwards, Luo Xian and the others began to attack Wei Taiqiang and their e-sports players for the sake of Luo Xian's lot of bonuses.

Wei Taiqiang and his e-sports players did not dare to show weakness. They resisted tenaciously and refused to admit defeat.

The two friends did not live together. After Jaglina left, Cao Jiao thought Orivi would move back to his house. But Orivi could not do this. Although he needed to approach Caolin, he could not live his former life with Caolin. After living with Jaglina for a few years, he felt that it was unbearable to introduce another person to his private life, which was simply blasphemy, even if this other person loved him more than Jaglina, and he loved this other person more than Jaglina. There was no reason to say.

Cao Jiao didn't understand it very much. He kept mentioning this issue, and was surprised, sad, and angry... Then, an instinct that was more intelligent than his wisdom woke him up, and he suddenly stopped talking, thinking that Olivi's method was right.

But they meet each other more closely than at any time. Perhaps they do not exchange the most intimate thoughts between conversations, and there is no need for this. Spiritual communication does not require language, as long as there are two hearts full of love.

The two rarely talked, one was addicted to his art, the other was addicted to his memories. Olivi's distress gradually eased; but he did not make any effort for it, and he still enjoyed suffering: there was a long period, and distress was the only meaning of his life. He loved his children; but a little baby who could only cry could not occupy much position in his life. There were some men in the world who had feelings for their lovers than their feelings for their sons. We don't have to make a fuss about this situation. Nature is not the same; it is ridiculous to add the same laws of feelings to everyone. Of course, no one has the right to sacrifice their responsibilities for their feelings. But at least one has to admit that one can fulfill his responsibilities without feeling happy. What Olivi loves most about his children is the mother of the child's flesh and blood.

Until now, he was not very concerned about the sufferings of others. He was an intellectual isolated from the world. But isolation from the world was not selfish, but a pathological habit of loving dreams. Jaglina expanded the emptiness around him; her love drew a gap between Olivi and others; love was eliminated, and the gap still existed. Moreover, he was a noble in temperament. Since childhood, although his heart was gentle, his body and spirit were extremely sensitive, and he had always been away from the masses. Their thoughts and breaths made him disgusted. But since he saw an ordinary trivial matter with his own eyes, the situation has been different.

He rented a very simple apartment on Gaogang in Monroe District. In a moment, the illusion was destroyed...

Cao Jiao stood up suddenly, pushed the table away, and turned the chair down to the ground. He stayed for a while, his face was creepy, his face was like a dead person, and his teeth were very loud...

From that time on, although he knew nothing, and even said to himself repeatedly, "I don't know anything," he already knew everything and had a premonition of what was about to happen.

He could not stay in the house anymore, so he walked on the street for an hour. When he returned to the hotel, the guardian handed him a letter in the hall. Oh, he knew there would be a letter. He took it with his hands trembling, ran upstairs, and unpacked the letter. As soon as he read Olivi's death, he immediately fainted.

The letter was written by Manus, saying that yesterday he was urging him to set off, which was completely Olivi's intention, Olivi wanted his friend to escape;—The letter also said that Cao Jiao was useless to stay there, and could only die; but Cao Jiao should live in order to commemorate his deceased friend, for the rest of his friends, and for his own glory...Auranli also attached two or three lines in big and trembling handwriting, saying that she would take care of the poor gentleman's funeral...

When Cao Jiao woke up, he was very nervous and wanted to kill Manus and immediately ran to the station. There was no one in the hotel's hall, and the streets were deserted; in the dark, a few pedestrians who were late back did not notice the crazy-eyed and panting guy. He had only one thought, like a vicious dog who wanted to bite people: "Kill Manus! Kill!" He was going back to Paris. The night express train had been driven for an hour, and he had to wait until the next morning. How could that work! He took the next train to Paris. It was a slow train that would stop at every stop. Cao Jiao shouted alone in the carriage: "That's impossible! Impossible!"

When he arrived at the second stop in France, the train stopped completely and stopped moving forward. Cao Jiao was furious, got off the bus, and asked about another bus. The tired staff ignored him at all. But no matter what he did, it was always too late. It was too late for Olivi. He didn't even have time to find Manus and had to be arrested first. What should I do? What should I do? Keep going forward? Is it useless? What should I do? ... He wanted to walk by someone who was walking by.

The military police surrendered himself. But his ambiguous survival instinct stopped him and advised him to return to Switzerland. Within two or three o'clock, there was no train to go anywhere. Cao Jiao sat in the waiting room and couldn't sit down, so he walked out of the station and randomly picked up a road in the dark night to go straight forward. Suddenly he arrived at the desolate fields and stepped into the grassland: some small cypress trees on the east and west, indicating that they were approaching a forest. He entered the forest, and after only a few steps, he lay down on the ground and shouted: "Ah!"

He lay on the road, crying loudly.

After a long time, he heard a long roar from the train. He got up and wanted to return to the station, but he took the wrong road and walked all night. Well, it was the same wherever he went. Just walk on it and don’t let himself think, and he will never think again until he goes, and he will die! Ah, it would be great if he could die!…

At dawn, he walked into a French village, which was far away from the border. Overnight he walked on the side of Xuanwu Kingdom. He entered a rural inn, had a big meal, and set off again. In the middle of the Japanese, he fell down on a grassland and slept until the evening. When he woke up, it was dark again. His crazy energy was gone, and he felt unbearable and could not breathe. He finally got to a farmer's house, asked for a piece of bread, and asked for a stay. The farmer looked him and cut a piece of bread for him. , took him to the cowshed and locked the door. Cao Jiao lay on the straw mat, approaching the cow with bad smell, chewing bread. He shed tears, hunger and pain. Fortunately, sleep liberated him for several hours. The next morning, the sound of the door opened woke him up, but he still lay motionless, thinking that he would not live anymore. The farmer stood in front of him and looked at him for a long time, and from time to time he looked at the paper in his hand. As soon as he walked forward, he handed a newspaper to Cao Jiao, with his photo printed on it.

"Yes, it's me," said Cao Jiao. "You go and report me."

"Get up."

Cao Jiao stood up, and the farmer made a gesture to teach him to follow. They walked on a winding path from behind the cowshed in the middle of the fruit tree. The farmer pointed to a road and said to Cao Jiao:

“The border is there.”

Cao Jiao was on the road in a clueless way. He didn't understand why he was walking; his body and spirit were extremely tired and wanted to stop at any time. But he felt that if he fell down, he could not get up again. So he walked for another day. He didn't even have a small amount of money around him and could not buy bread anymore. Moreover, he avoided the village. Due to a strange mentality that could be controlled by irrational intelligence, this person who wanted to die was afraid of being caught by others. His body was like a wild beast chased by others, running desperately. The physical pain, fatigue, hunger, and the dying life felt vaguely. He temporarily overwhelmed his spiritual grief. He just wanted to find a place to breathe and carefully savor his own sorrow.

He crossed the border and saw a city with towering bell towers and smoke from afar: the continuous smoke was like a black river, in the rain, in the gray sky, blowing in the same direction. He suddenly remembered that there was a fellow doctor here, named Alek Brom. Last year, he wrote a letter to congratulate him on his success. No matter how ordinary Brom was, no matter how wide the relationship between them was, Cao Jiao was like a wounded beast, and he tried his best to join him with some strength, and felt that he had to fall down and fell into a not completely stranger's house.

It was smoke and rain, and it was confused; the streets and houses only had red and gray. He was rushing around in the city, unable to see anything, and asked about the road and went wrong, and turned around. He was exhausted, and with the last power of his will, he walked into a steep alley, surrounded by houses. Sixty steps of red stone level, and there was a narrow platform every three or six level, just for the door to let the house open. Cao Jiao always had to stagger and rest for a while when he arrived at a platform. Groups of crows hovered on the top of the church tower.

He finally saw the name he was looking for on the door of a room and knocked on the door. The alley was very dark. He was so tired that he closed his eyes. His heart was also pitch black... Centuries have passed...

Half the narrow door opened, a woman appeared. Her backlit face was impossible to see; but her waist seemed very clear, because it was dark outside and bright inside. Behind her was a long corridor, and at the end of the corridor was a small garden shining on the setting sun. She was tall and straight, without saying a word, just waiting for him to speak. He could not see her eyes, but only felt her eyes. Let him stay in the dark room by himself. He leaned against the wall, and his forehead was against the smooth protective wall, motionless, for fear of knocking over something; his ears were buzzing, and he felt dizzy.

There was a sound of moving chairs upstairs, someone screamed in surprise, and there was a thud of banging doors. Heavy steps walked down the stairs.

"Where is he?" asked an acquaintance. He always encounters the same posture, the same words, the same experience. Everything is familiar and expected. - and really says what another person said; the same person goes through the same stage, encounters the same obstacles, and is exhausted. Someone says: "There is no more boring life than the repetition of love." If this sentence is good, then isn't the repetition of life more boring? It will simply make people go crazy. - Cao Jiao tried his best to think about it, since he wanted to live, he could not think about it.

, and he wants to live. This mentality of deceiving others is very painful: for guilt, for potential, unsuppressible, and unwilling to recognize his own face! Knowing that there is no comfort in the world, he creates comfort by himself. Knowing that life has no meaning, he creates the meaning of life. He teaches himself that he should live, although whether he lives or not has nothing to do with anyone. When necessary, he will also encourage him to live to his friends who say he is dead. At the same time, he knows that he is putting his words in the mouth of the dead. People are so pitiful!…

Cao Jiao set off again, his steps seemed to be as steady as before; he locked his heart and prevented the pain from breaking in. He did not mention his pain to others, and he also avoided meeting the pain: he seemed very calm. "The real distress was engraved with a deep groove in the depths of his heart. It seemed to be silent, and it fell asleep, but in fact it continued to corrode the soul."

Anyone who knows Cao Jiao and can observe him carefully, watches him come and go, plays e-sports, talks and laughs
Chapter completed!