"Get it?"

"Well. I know the real reason why you suddenly reorganized the team."

What?!

Fang Yi was shocked and suddenly stood up.

But when he got up halfway, he forced himself to restrain himself and slowly sat back to his original position.

"...You are still so keen."

I noticed it, but didn't say the reason.

Sharp and gentle, but very respectful to others, will not cross the line and maintain a sense of relative distance.

This kind of person is very comfortable to get along with, and feels a sense of peace and peace.

Fang Yi only met such a strange person in his life, the guy in front of him.

"But Fang Yi, you were wrong."

Xia Ruye took a breath with great effort.

"In my opinion, "The Illusion of Reality" is not entering old age, but entering youth."

"From the rampage in the past, to the restraint now."

"He has grown up, not grown up."

Although my brows couldn't help but frown.

Even though breathing becomes difficult.

But Xia Ruye still expressed her thoughts in one breath.

She could feel that the old friend had fallen into a misunderstanding and was in a stubborn position.

“Grow up… not grow old?”

Fang Yi didn't expect that the thoughts between her and Xia Ruye would be so different.

Seeing Fang Yi still didn't understand, Xia Ruye explained patiently.

"Imposing restrictions and adding requirements to the "Illusion of Reality" reflects the expectations of the people above and want to formalize the industry."

"Formalization? Isn't it very formal now?"

"It's not this kind of formality, but requires a more positive and healthier gaming environment that can allow the game to develop for a long time."

Fang Yi immediately understood what this meant.

Although "The Real and Illusion" now has professional competitions and many industries derived from it.

However, in the overall environment of the game, it tends to be dark and chaotic.

"Isn't this just dancing with shackles? Those bloody streams and sacrifice streams are being boycotted, and many genres are being restricted, killing the players' creativity."

"It's just temporary, unhealthy genres will disappear, but brand new genres will be born, and then the game will usher in a new life."

Fang Yi frowned slightly.

“…break and then stand?”

"It can be understood so...hehe!"

Xia Ruye suddenly coughed and covered her mouth.

Her forehead had already had a lot of cold sweat, her breathing became heavy, and her body trembled slightly.

For ordinary people, very ordinary chat behavior is a huge burden for her.

"Now, it is the stage when "The Illusion of Reality" transforms from an unscrupulous young man to a mature and steady youth, and we are the witnesses."

"It is certainly inevitable to bump into the bumps, and it is inevitable to become a little strange."

"But as long as you persist, the future will definitely be better."

"Although... I don't necessarily see it."

Spreading his hands, there was a half-red and half-white liquid left in Xia Ruye's palm.

Looking closely, there are some white particles inside.

"Sick seedlings?!"

As his pupils shrank, Fang Yi's face changed drastically, and he stood up suddenly.

"I'm fine..."

But Xia Ruye just smiled, trembling hands, took out a tissue and wiped it gently.

Seeing the sick girl's appearance, Fang Yi couldn't help but blame himself secretly.

I accidentally discussed it with the sick girl, without considering her physical condition at all.

But the sick man's words really made him have a different view on the current situation of "The Real and the Illusion".

Ten years of "The Illusion of the Reality", ten years of life.

Now that the game is declining, Fang Yi naturally wants to leave his own mark in the game.

The champion of an alliance competition is the best answer given to the "Illusion of Reality" that has accompanied him for ten years.

This is why Fang Yi really formed a team and intended to return to the professional league.

Fang Yi originally thought that he was hiding very deeply, but he didn't expect that he would be fully understood by the sick girl in just a few words.

And the sick man changed his mind.

However...who is right and who is wrong, whether it is an old or a teenager, it still needs time to verify.

But now, Fang Yi will definitely not argue with the sick girl.

Seeing the sick girl gradually recovering, Fang Yi's mood became heavier.

"Sick... Xia Ruye."

Seeing Fang Yi's expression becoming serious, Xia Ruye still just smiled gently.

"What's wrong?"

"Do you... have any wishes?"

Although this is unlucky, Fang Yi does not want to leave any regrets.

A ten-year-old friend, if a sick girl really has an accident, Fang Yi at least hopes that she will leave without any regrets in the end.

"desire?"

Xia Ruye's eyes were filled with surprise and confusion.

After thinking carefully, she shook her head.

"No."

Fang Yi frowned.

"You are lying."

Xia Ruye's smile suddenly stopped.

"You guessed it."

"Um."

"Then forget, my wish will only be your trouble..."

Before Xia Ruye could finish speaking, Fang Yi interrupted directly.

"It won't be a problem for me. Because I won't give it to you, it requires strength to compete."

The originally restrained smile bloomed silently.

“Yes, competition is required.”

"Professional league, I'll wait for you."

"I'll wait for you in the professional league."

The eyes are opposite each other, everything is in silence.

It's not ambiguous, but a pure opponent.

A worthy of recognition and a respectable opponent.

Dingdong.

At this moment, the doorbell suddenly sounded outside the door.

"Enter."

Xia Ruye glanced at Fang Yi again and spoke softly.

Crack.
To be continued...