Lu Sicheng didnt think too much about it when Tong Yao went to check on Ai Jia and Jinyang. He only reminded her to return to ZGDXs own break room afterwards so the team could go over their strategy for the coming match, then he turned to walk away.
After ten minutes into the third match between YQCB and Huawei, Tong Yao still hadnt shown up in the ZGDX break room. She wasnt in the audience either. Lu Sicheng had no choice but to go look for her-- --
Lu Sicheng found his teams mid in front of the door of YQCBs break room. She looked like she was in a daze, her face looked drawn.
What are you doing here? Lu Sicheng went up to pull Tong Yao up.
YQCB didnt put Ai Jia in for this critical match, they used a substitute. Tong Yao staggered to stand up. Her eyes met Lu Sichengs but werent in focus.
I see.
......
Tong Yao was the kind of person who once bitten, was twice shy. When she saw YQCB switch the player for the third match, her heart skipped a beat. Then she squatted down by the door of YQCBs break room and couldnt move away from there-- --When she saw how calm Lu Sicheng seemed to be about it, her eyes brightened up as if she had found a piece of driftwood to cling to. She grabbed his hand: Ai Jia didnt do anything, he was just talking a bit loudly. He wont get any punishment, will he? He wont get banned? Jinyang also didnt do anything. Normally, she wouldnt be short changed at all, but today she was even willing to swallow her pride just because Ai Jia was playing. Isnt that enough? Theyre simply in a relationship, wheres all the whys, wheres all the conspiracies-- --No one really cares whether the person one likes is a shining player or star, its just as simple as one liking the other
She was incoherent.
She even stammered several times as she spoke.
Lu Sicheng patiently listened for a while. When he saw Tong Yao was getting more despondent and her face began to turn pale, he finally gave a frustrated sigh and lifted his hand to cover her mouth-- --
He could feel her trembling slightly.
When the big dry warm hand pressed down on her cold face, Tong Yaos mumbling abruptly stopped
They stood in the empty hallway. Not far from them was a poorly insulated door. They could hear the commentators voices coming from outside...Tong Yao had her back against the wall, as if it was the only thing keeping her standing. She slightly blinked, raised both of her hands, and silently held onto the hand covering her mouth.
She stared into that pair of calm dark brown pupils for a few seconds, then she lowered her eyes, pulled his hand off her mouth, and asked in a deep voice: Professional players are also human beings, who have someone he likes, and wants to be with the one he likes. Whats wrong with that?
......
Or maybe. Tong Yao asked in a small voice: That kind of thinking is wrong in the first place?
Because a player is a public figure, therefore his body and soul dont belong to himself. The meaning of his existence is to win the game, please the fans, serve the team, and reach all these goals at any cost-- --Is that what youre talking about? Certainly, there are people who think this way. But it would be bad if the player himself thought that way Lu Sicheng took his time to say the long sentences which he seldom spoke: In my opinion, winning or losing a game is certainly important. Compared to the fans satisfaction of a team, our players are the ones who have to face the consequences directly. Selfishly speaking, this is our own business-- --We thank your enthusiasm and support, but it seems that to win or lose a game really doesnt have anything to do with you-- --Thats a more realistic way to think about it-- --
Cheng Ge.
What?
Can I hug you?
......
When Tong Yao looked up to say it, Lu Sichengs calm voice suddenly halted. At the same time, without waiting for his reply, Tong Yao already opened her arms and buried herself into his chest-- --Her cheek pasted to his chest and her arms gathered around his waist under his jacket
I dont care, I dont care. She buried herself in his arms and sounded depressed: Let me hug you first.
...... Lu Sicheng looked down at Tong Yao as she pressed her face against him like an ostrich. The corner of his lips twitched a bit: ......Whats the matter? You sound like doomsday is coming?
When I think about all these excellent muscles that may not belong to me tomorrow. Tong Yao rubbed her face against his chest: Its like doomsday.
......
Lu Sicheng didnt know what to say.
After a long while, the commentators outside were commenting on a team fight and yelling in annoyance: Damn, if Ai Jia was here, he definitely wouldnt have made a mistake like that. Lu Sicheng reached out with his arms to embrace Tong Yao-- --
It was a very intimate embrace.
He could clearly sense Tong Yaos uneasiness was even more vivid and definite than before.
For the first time, against her uneasiness, he didnt know where to start. It irritated him-- --He didnt know what to do.