Reemployment Guide for Laid-off Players

Xia Yao hasn't live broadcasted for such a long time. He saw that the transparent case didn't flash any more lights, and then looked out from the transparent floor-to-ceiling glass. He saw the sea surface glowing with silver light under the night sky. Running over from afar and being blocked by the glass, it was boring.

The phone vibrated on the table for a long time and he didn't answer it. There was a click of the light downstairs, and he turned around just as the phone stopped vibrating.

Li Zhenhe's footsteps were always easy to recognize, Xia Yao smiled helplessly, shook his head and walked to the stairs first.

He looked down at Li Zhenhe who was coming up the spiral staircase, and said suddenly: "It's so late, Coach Li is still awake?"

"Sleeping?" Li Zhenhe seemed to have heard some joke, laughed dryly, stopped a few steps below Xia Yao's feet, looked up at him, and said, "Lu Zhengqi said let me see if you are It’s not because he couldn’t think about it, he threw himself into the sea.”

Xia Yao didn't answer his words, turned around and poured him a glass of water.

"Lu Zhengqi said that you did it on purpose because they didn't accept Jiang An. You deliberately retaliated and kept refusing to answer his calls. You promised him to be a special coach for three days, but you let him go like this. Li Zhenhe took a sip of water, wiped his thumb on the wall of the cup, and sat opposite Xia Yao.

Xia Yao tidied up the table and unbuttoned the two buttons on his neck, revealing the beautiful straight collarbone.He knocked on the table with his index finger, and said solemnly: "This is definitely not what Lu Zhengqi said, most likely it was Tan Qi."

"Does it matter?"

"Then did you come to see if I jumped into the sea?" Xia Yao asked with a smile, which stunned Li Zhenhe.

——This person can joke, it is indeed even rarer to see than the red rain.

Before the two of them spoke, there was a rustling sound from downstairs. Xia Yao leaned over to look out, and saw a few young boys in uniforms coming in through the glass door. Stepping carefully, there is only the sound of cloth rubbing against each other.

Xia Yao continued: "Coach Li, are you afraid of me committing suicide or killing me?"

"Youth trainee, I'll bring you here to practice." Li Zhenhe wrote lightly.

"Really?" Xia Yao asked in disbelief, raised his eyebrows and couldn't help laughing and said, "Tan Qi is too much, he brought everyone to our territory, why don't you say anything?"

Li Zhenhe pouted noncommittally, and said, "Before I say something, I want to ask you, what kind of nonsense did you say during the live broadcast today? What do you mean by 'still considering whether to participate'? Why, do you really want to quit the arena? "

Xia Yao reached out to feel for the purse, opened the drawer to look for it, and finally put the lighter back on the table.

His long silence made Li Zhenhe think that his joke was about to come true, so he suddenly stood up from his chair and asked him loudly: "You really don't want to compete?!"

As soon as these words came out, Xia Yao caught a glimpse of the faces of the young students downstairs all raising their heads, which happened to meet his gaze, and then hurriedly arranged the peripherals.

He waved to Li Zhenhe and beckoned him to sit down: "It's just with you, that's why I talk so much—it's not that I don't want to fight, I just can't fight."

"Okay, I know you, ah, you God Yao, you usually don't speak, and when you speak, it's like throwing a bomb." Li Zhenhe prides himself on being mature and stable, but today it was the same sentence that Xia Yao suddenly said in the live broadcast room I was quite frightened.

He actually arrived early tonight, and has been waiting in the car for Xia Yao to get ready to talk to him.He looked at Xia Yao, paused for a moment and said, "If you think you really can't play now, then bring new players. These people are not from TWR, they belong to us. Let the second team participate in the Shanhai Cup next. I saw that some of these kids are pretty good, and we can form a second team to compete."

Xia Yao only gave a muffled "hmm", and then lay down on the table by himself.

Seeing him like that, Li Zhenhe asked him again in a low voice: "...and then?"

"Then?" Xia Yao raised his head, "What?"

"Didn't you say you want to bring newcomers?" Li Zhenhe pointed down, frowned and said, "I've brought everyone here."

Xia Yao then stood up and stretched his arms and shoulders, put his hands in his trouser pockets, and looked very lazy. He went to the second floor and glanced at the people below, then turned around and asked Li Zhenhe: "Do you really think I Can you bring a newcomer?"

"You can't take it? If you can't take the grand slam, who else will take it?" Li Zhenhe stood up with a sneer, walked to him and patted him on the shoulder, and continued: "You don't need to take them , Let them fight with you, and if they pass the fight, they will be considered as teachers."

"I don't accept apprentices." Xia Yao said solemnly, and then added: "Jiang An is still the first Grand Slam."

"Stop joking." Then Li Zhenhe walked downstairs quickly, called up the group of teenagers sitting in front of the computer, pointed to Xia Yao who was standing expressionlessly behind the glass fence, and said, "Xia Yao, Your coach for the next month's training camp."

"Hello, Teacher Xia!"

The voice was too tidy and loud, and the scene was too familiar, Xia Yao's heart skipped a beat, and suddenly some not-so-good memories flashed before his eyes.

He nodded in response, then returned to lie on the sofa and slowly closed his eyes.

It turned out that he was also a youth trainee, Xia Yao thought, it hadn't been long, only a few years, so he almost forgot.

At that time, he was still "digging" by Jiang An—although Jiang An himself couldn't remember, but Xia Yao thought again, there are too many things that this amnesiac king doesn't remember.

Twenty minutes later, Xia Yao woke up suddenly after lying on the sofa for a while, and saw that the time was just past zero, and there was the sound of clacking and typing on the keyboard downstairs.He yawned and got up, put on his knitted sweater jacket and went downstairs.

"What occupations are they?"

One by one, passing behind the youth trainees, Xia Yao put one hand on the back of one of the chairs, pointed to the person behind the game character on his screen and said, "What a coincidence? Come, you can ask him to compete."

The youth trainee's hands were trembling when he moved the mouse over. Xia Yao looked down at him with no expression on his face, and said, "You will be nervous when you order individual competitions. What should you do during the actual competition?"

The person Xia Yao was referring to was a Bixin output mental method with a very impressive solo ability discovered after the recent analysis of the club's data.

Bixin is one of the two double-heart methods in Tayue, single healing or pure output.Because of her strong healing ability, in order to balance the comprehensive strength of different professions, Bixin's output has been relatively suppressed.

Until the skill adjustment was made at the end of last season, Bi Xin's healing continued, and her output became much more prominent.And this person has been playing Bi Xin to output mental skills from beginning to end, and he is also a man of the 8th district. His team points are at the top of the list, and his individual points are also very impressive.

Apparently, the youth trainees also knew this person, and Xia Yao was standing behind him, so his trembling was not unreasonable.

But what's even more coincidental is that the person might be hanging up the phone, and the youth trainee was relieved when the request expired.

Xia Yao sneered unceremoniously behind him: "Ordinary players don't dare, so why play e-sports with such courage?"

"I'm not—" the youth trainee tried to argue, but Xia Yao had already walked to the middle sofa and sat down. Looking at the dismissive eyes of this e-sports master, he suddenly lost the courage to argue for himself.

Xia Yao took a can of Wangzai from the small refrigerator under the tea table, took a sip from the pull ring, and mocked again: "The person opposite is not Jiang An, what are you afraid of?"

After he finished speaking, he thought about it again, it seemed that the memories of his youth training period were indeed not very good.

At three o'clock in the morning, Xia Yao's first "drill" was over, but several young trainees did not relax at all, still unable to relax in the tension of being killed by Xia Yao just now.

Xia Yao talked more than half less than Li Zhenhe, and Li Zhenhe usually didn't talk too much nonsense. From the beginning of the training to the end, except for technical analysis, Xia Yao said the most one sentence is "come again."

As if he wouldn't get tired, he really did what Li Zhenhe said, letting these youth trainees with no experience in competitions beat him one by one until he couldn't beat him.

Looking at the exhausted youth trainees in front of him, Xia Yao felt that he was really not suitable to be a coach, and suddenly regretted taking this job.

He went upstairs to his room and fell on the bed. He was about to go to bed, but suddenly remembered and checked Weibo for a while.

In order to prevent slippery praises, he specially registered a small account. This small account only focuses on a few players who have been on the moon, including Jiang An.

Jiang An's last Weibo was a link to the live broadcast, and so was the last one.He flipped through the more than 100 Weibo posts, all of which were notifications for the live broadcast.

Just like this, can there be more than 80 followers?

Xia Yao clicked back to his Weibo and checked, 100 million is only 20 more than him.The last Weibo was an advertisement posted half a month ago, and the last one was an advertisement posted a month ago.

After thinking about it, he still deleted the edited content. He didn't like doing business on Weibo. The manager Yu Er had told him about this several times, but he really couldn't care less.

He threw the phone aside, and when he was drowsy, the phone vibrated suddenly, so startled that he suddenly opened his eyes again, grabbed the phone and looked, it turned out that Li Zhenhe had sent him a message.

-Tomorrow, the new version of Tayue will be released, shall we go?

He turned over and lay down on the soft mattress, and quickly typed back: No, I have something to do tomorrow.

After sending it, he remembered that there was something he hadn't discussed with Li Zhenhe, so he opened the dialog again and typed: I won't participate in the next Shanhai Cup, do you need to say something?

It took Li Zhenhe a while to reply to his message, but he was so sleepy that he couldn't open his eyes, and fell asleep on his stomach after just one glance.

At ten o'clock the next morning, Jiang Le was still asleep. Jiang An went out to buy soybean milk and fried dough sticks, and sat on the sofa to read Weibo for a while while holding his mobile phone.

When he was busy training and playing games, he really didn't have much time to browse game forums on Weibo. Now that he was free, he saw a lot of things that he had never seen before.

For example, Xia Yao said in the live broadcast room yesterday that the new season may not be played. First, it was on the hot search, and then the game forum exploded. Everyone gave [-] reasons for Xia Yao not playing in the new season. Among them One is also related to Jiang An.

【Analyzing posting that a certain boss will not play in the new season, is it because that man is back? 】

Jiang An clicked in and saw the name of "that man", and frowned. After scrolling down, he found that so many people agreed with it.

That man was Jiang An, and his original game ID "Xin An" was replaced in the post.

"The data speaks for itself. Post a picture of the winning percentage of two people playing against each other, as well as the occupations played. Is this a guilty conscience, sir?"

Jiang An saw that the host was very serious, and his words were true. He carefully looked at the so-called battle rate chart and then scrolled down, only to see an even more bizarre reply.

"I heard that the boss club is negotiating with Xin'an to sign a contract recently, and the C position of the boss may not be guaranteed."

Seeing this post, Jiang An knew that this post was pure nonsense.

He put his phone on the table, went to the kitchen to make soup for Jiang Le, and prepared all the seasonings, only to find that the carrots he bought had left behind at the supermarket cashier.He knocked on the door to wake Jiang Le up, and when Jiang Le vaguely agreed to him, he went out to get carrots.

The supermarket is not far from home, and it only takes ten minutes to go back and forth. When he got home and unlocked the door, Jiang Le had already eaten soy milk and fried dough sticks.

"Didn't I tell you to drink milk first?"

Jiang An put the carrot on the cutting board, snatched the half of the fried dough stick from Jiang Le's hand and put it in his mouth, said vaguely: "I'll make you stewed ribs, don't eat it, I bought some soft bread when I'm hungry , didn’t you have a stomachache last night, eat lightly.”

"Brother," Jiang Le stood up and stretched out his hand towards Jiang An. It seemed that he hadn't given up on the half of the deep-fried dough stick. "I've eaten everything. I haven't eaten for a long time, so why don't you let me eat this!"

Jiang An flashed back as if he had expected it, and refused bluntly: "I bought the ribs and radishes, don't talk about it with me."

Then Jiang Le was expelled from the kitchen, and he could only watch helplessly as Jiang An ate up the remaining soy milk and deep-fried dough sticks.

When having lunch later, Jiang Le pointed at the computer while biting his chopsticks, and tentatively asked Jiang An: "Brother, your computer has been changed, what are you going to do with it?"

"How to deal with it?" Jiang An ate quickly. He put down the bowl and wiped his mouth and said, "I'm going to sell it—but I can't sell it for much money, but I can buy some materials for you."

When Jiang Le heard it, he was not happy. He moved to sit next to Jiang An, and said cautiously: "Brother, why don't you sell it and let me play!"

"Before you talk about the computer, why don't you tell me why you are an eleventh-level brand in Xia Yao's studio?"

"..."

In the afternoon, Jiang An went out to buy computers and cameras, and Jiang Le was at home alone.He walked back and forth in front of Jiang An's computer, gritted his teeth and moved the computer, which was about to be relegated to the second line, into his room.At the same time, he was also fully prepared. No matter what Jiang An said, he would guard the computer and persuade his brother to let him play on the moon.

Originally, his brother would take him to play, but he never played again when he fell ill.

Waiting at home all afternoon, Jiang Le couldn't resist the sleepiness and curled up on the sofa to sleep for a while.In order to "please" Jiang An, after waking up, he knew it was almost time for dinner, and even got into the kitchen to cook the meal. He made two simple dishes. When Jiang An opened the door and came in, his second dish was just out of the pot.

Jiang An, who had just entered the door, was covered in sweat, holding a cardboard box in his arms, which seemed to be a computer mainframe. Seeing this, Jiang Le put down the plate and ran out wearing slippers, standing in the stairwell and shouting at Jiang An: "Brother! I Go down and get your stuff!"

"Hey! - Slow down!" Jiang An hastily put down the console and went downstairs, shouting, "Jiang Le!"