FCY Chapter 80

Qing Lu – Assassin

On the other side, Wu Xinming, seeing Luo Yan leaning on Cen Xi’s shoulder, wisely chose not to disturb him.

“Yan Yan is tired? Then let’s go bother my dear brother.”

With his mouth never idle, Wu Xinming turned his attention to Wu Xinshen.

“Bro, what are you looking at?”

Wu Xinshen’s eyes weren’t on the computer; he was staring at the door.

“Nothing.” Wu Xinshen’s thoughts were successfully interrupted by Wu Xinming. He coughed twice. “Be quiet.”

I… haven’t even said anything yet. Wu Xinming felt attacked for no reason, but he closed his mouth and tapped the table with his fingers, extremely bored, regretting that Qing Lu had left the training room.

Five minutes later, Qing Lu and Zhu Zi returned. Qing Lu went back to his seat, his hand on the mouse, staring at the computer. He didn’t start matchmaking for a long time, as if he were thinking or something had shattered his understanding, and he couldn’t recover for a long time.

Wu Xinshen and Wu Xinming, seeing his appearance, wanted to stand up and ask what had happened, but Zhu Zi interrupted them, and the second game of training began.

Cen Xi and Luo Yan, being perceptive, quickly realized what Zhu Zi and Qing Lu had discussed when they saw Qing Lu’s appearance.

“Brother, did you talk to Coach Zhu Zi?”

“Yeah, yeah, focus your attention. Let him quietly consider it himself first.”

“Okay.”

Luo Yan returned his attention to the game.

“Welcome to the world of ZD, players. The game begins.”

The four in training devoted themselves entirely to the game, ignoring everything outside the window, gradually forgetting their concern for Qing Lu.

Zhu Zi held a small notebook, constantly watching the four train from behind, occasionally making notes, and occasionally turning his head to care for Qing Lu.

The nth time Zhu Zi looked at Qing Lu, he started a new round of the game.

Had he accepted it?

Was I really more suited to being an assassin?

……

“Ah! I’m exhausted.”

Training ended, Wu Xinming put down his mouse and collapsed directly into the gaming chair.

“What do you want to eat? The club will reimburse you.”

Zhu Zi was very satisfied with their training this time. He had the sparring partners imitate the CS team’s style, although their strength wasn’t as strong as CS, the four of them had developed a tacit understanding in this type of match to some extent. Most importantly, they had won more often, and Cen Xi had come up with several strategies that exceeded his expectations. Even his, the coach’s, brain wasn’t as quick as Cen Xi’s. As expected, the God of ZD lived up to his name.

“Crawfish!”

“BBQ Skewers!”

Luo Yan and Wu Xinming finished speaking and looked at each other, smiling. They ran towards each other in tacit agreement and high-fived.

“What about you two?”

“Anything is fine.”

Wu Xinshen and Cen Xi said in unison, and then they also exchanged smiles.

“Okay, then I’ll place the order.” Zhu Zi sat on the sofa and began his babysitting business of ordering takeout.

At this time, Qing Lu had just finished a game and was preparing to start the next one.

“You’ve been playing for so long, take a break.” Wu Xinshen walked behind Qing Lu at some point and placed his hand on Qing Lu’s shoulder.

“Brother Xinshen.” Qing Lu obediently called out to Wu Xinshen, and then obediently took off his headset, “Okay.”

“What’s wrong?” Wu Xinshen noticed that Qing Lu’s emotions were a little off, so was he venting his emotions in the game just now?

Wu Xinshen guessed half of it right. At first, Qing Lu was indeed using the game to vent his emotions, starting to walk the assassin route that Zhu Zi had suggested, wanting to prove his point and prove to Zhu Zi that he wasn’t good at being an assassin. But he gradually fell into the game, knowing he couldn’t let his teammates down, so he had to play well. In the end, Qing Lu overturned his own view. He seemed to have a talent for the assassin style, or rather, he could relax more and devote himself wholeheartedly to the game when playing as an assassin.

“It’s nothing, Brother Xinshen.” Qing Lu didn’t think it was necessary to bother the starting teammates with his little issues. Although he agreed with Zhu Zi’s point of view, after charging headfirst for so long, he was a little unwilling to give up.

“Qing Lu, can we talk?” Luo Yan saw that Qing Lu didn’t seem to be in the game anymore and walked over at the right time. He still needed to have a good chat with Qing Lu, partly because he had proposed this view, and partly because he was the captain. With the competition around the corner, he had to care about the emotional state of his teammates.