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

E-sports player Mu Shizhen said: "I will definitely seize the opportunity to grow myself and the people in my e-sports club into an e-sports player with brains, ideals and abilities." ”

Xue Zhiling said: "I will not only continue to invest in these professional e-sports players, but also continue to cherish this mother-son relationship. I will help that Mu Shizhen become an esports tycoon comparable to Wei Taiqiang, and I hope that Wei Taiqiang will continue to support us. ”

Wei Taiqiang smiled, he didn't speak.

That Luo now has Xue Chiling's information, and he is ready to have a good fight with that Wei Taiqiang and them, but that Wei Taiqiang has already trained that Cao Jiao's semi-professional e-sports player.

Time flies, and professional e-sports players have changed from an immature teenager to a man and e-sports beauty who can talk and have his own ideas.

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

However, that Luo Xian still challenged Wei Taiqiang and them, and after thinking about it for a while, Wei Taiqiang agreed to fight with Luo Xian.

On the day of the game, there was a sea of people, Tutuqiao and they all came, and at the game site, those e-sports fans shouted Wei Taiqiang to come on, and the King of Glory E-sports Club to come on.

After that, Luo Xian and the others began to desperately attack Wei Taiqiang and their e-sports players for the many bonuses of Luo Xian.

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

The two friends don't live together. After Yagrina left, Cao Jiao thought that Olivier would move back into his house. But Olivier couldn't do that. Although he needs to get close to Cao Jiao, he can't live his old life with Cao Jiao. After living with Jagrina for a few years, he felt that it was unbearable to introduce another person into his private life, it was simply blasphemous,—— even if this other person loved him more than Jagrina, and he loved this other person more than Yagrina. - There is no reason to say that.

Cao Jiao didn't understand it very much, and when he always mentioned this problem, he was surprised, sad, and angry...... Then, an instinct greater than his intellect woke him up, and he suddenly fell silent, believing that Orivier had done the right thing.

But they see each other every day, more closely than ever. Perhaps they do not exchange the most cordial thoughts between conversations, and at the same time they do not have the need for this. There are no words to communicate spiritually, as long as it is two hearts full of love.

The two rarely spoke, one indulged in his art, the other in his memories. Orivier's distress gradually lessened; But he didn't make any effort to do it, but he almost took pleasure in it: for a long time, it was the only meaning of his life. He loves his children; But a little doll who can only cry can't take much of a place in his life. There are some men in the world who have far more affection for their lovers than for their sons. We don't have to make a fuss about it. Nature is not uniform; It would be absurd to impose the same laws of affection on everyone. Of course, no one has the right to sacrifice their responsibilities for the sake of feelings. But at least one has to admit that one can do one's duty without feeling happy. One of Orivier's favorite things about the child is the mother of the child's flesh and blood.

So far, he has not cared much about the suffering of others. He was an intellectual in isolation. But isolation is by no means selfishness, but a sick habit of loving dreams. Yagrina widened the emptiness around him; Her love draws a chasm between Olivier and others; Love is gone, and the chasm remains. And he is a nobleman by temperament. Since childhood, although he has a gentle heart, he is extremely sensitive physically and mentally, and has always been far away from the public. Their thoughts and breaths disgusted him. — but since he had seen a mundane trifle with his own eyes, things had changed.

He rented a very modest apartment on the high hill in the Monro district, and in a moment away, the illusion was destroyed......

Cao Jiao stood up violently, pushed the table away, and tipped the chair to the ground. He was stunned for a moment, creepy, with a face like a dead man, and his teeth rattling......

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

He could no longer stay in the house, so he walked down the street for an hour. Back at the hotel, the janitor handed him a letter in the hall. Ah, he knew there would be faith. He took it with trembling hands, ran upstairs, opened the letter, and fainted at the sight of Olivier's death.

The letter was written by Manus, saying that yesterday he had urged him to leave without telling him, and that it was exactly Orivi's intention, and that Olivier wanted his friend to flee; - The letter also said that Cao Jiao was useless to stay there, and could only die; But Cao Jiao should live in memory of his deceased friends, for the rest of his friends, and for his own glory...... In a large, trembling handwriting, Aulanli also appended two or three lines, saying that she would take care of the poor gentleman's funeral......

As soon as Cao Jiao woke up, he was so nervous that he just wanted to kill Manus and immediately rushed to the station. There was no one in the halls of the hotel, and the streets were deserted; A few pedestrians who had come home late in the dark didn't notice this crazy-eyed, panting fellow. He had only one thought, like a vicious dog that wanted to bite someone: "Kill Manus!" Kill! "He's going back to Paris. The night express has been running for an hour, so we have to wait until the next morning. How can that work! He casually took the next train that looked to Paris. It was a slow train that had to stop at every stop. Cao Jiao shouted alone in the carriage: "That's impossible! Impossible! ”

At the second station in France, the train stopped completely and stopped moving forward. Cao Jiao jumped like thunder, got out of the car, and inquired about another bus, but the tired staff ignored him at all. But whatever he does, it's always too late. It's too late for Olivier. He didn't even have time to find Manus, he had to be arrested first. So what should be done? What to do? Moving on? Do you want to go back? What's the use? What's the use? …… He wanted to turn himself in to a gendarme who was walking by. But the ambiguous instinct for survival stopped him and persuaded him to return to Switzerland. Within two or three o'clock, there was no train in any direction. Cao Jiao sat in the waiting room, and couldn't sit down, so he walked out of the station and picked a road in the dark night. Suddenly he reached a desolate field and stepped into the meadow: some small cypress trees in the east and west indicated that he was close to a forest. He entered the woods, and after only a few steps, he lay on the ground and shouted, "Ah! ”

He lay on the road, crying and crying.

After a long time, he heard a long whistle from the train in the distance, and he got up and tried to go back to the station, but he went the wrong way, and walked all night. Okay, it's the same everywhere you go, as long as you go on, don't let yourself think, you won't think anymore when you go, and you will die! Ah, if only I could die! ……

At dawn, he walked into a French village, far from the border. Overnight, he was looking at the Xuanwu Kingdom and walking. He entered a country inn, feasted on it, and got back on his way. In the middle of the day, he collapsed on a prairie and slept until evening. When I woke up, it was dark again. His madness was gone, and he felt that the pain was unbearable, and he could not breathe, so he easily got to a farmer's house, begged for a piece of bread, and asked for a lodging. The farmer looked at him, cut a loaf of bread for him, led him to the barn, and locked the door. Cao Jiao lay on a straw mat, close to the unpleasant smelling cow, munching on bread. He was in tears, hungry and in pain. Luckily, sleep freed him for a few hours. The next morning, the sound of the door opening woke him up, and he was still lying motionless, thinking only about not living any longer. 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. When it was over, he took a step forward and handed a newspaper to Cao Jiao to read, with his photo printed on it.

"Yes, that's me," Cao Jiao said. "Go tell me about it."

"You get up."

Cao Jiao stood up, and the farmer made a gesture to teach him to follow. From behind the cowshed, they walked down a winding path among the fruit trees. The farmer pointed to a road and said to Cao Jiao:

"The border is on that side."

Cao Jiao went on the road wonderfully. He didn't understand why he was walking; I was so tired physically and mentally that I wanted to stop at any time. But he felt that if he fell, he would not be able to get back up. So I walked for another day. I don't even have a small amount of money around me, and I can't buy bread anymore. And he shuns the village. Because of a strange psychology that cannot be controlled by the intellect, this man who wants to die is afraid of being arrested; His body was like a beast being chased, running for his life. The physical pain, the weariness, the hunger, the faint fear of his dying life, temporarily overwhelmed his spiritual grief. He begged to find a place to breathe, so that he could touch his sorrows.

He crossed the border, and in the distance he saw a city with towering clock towers and a burst of smoke: the smoke was like a black river, in the rain, in the gray sky, looking in the same direction. He suddenly remembered that there was a fellow doctor here, named Erek Brom, who had written to him last year to congratulate him on his success. No matter how ordinary Brom was, no matter how thin the relationship between them was, Cao Jiao was like a wounded beast, struggling to defect to him with the last of his strength, feeling that if he wanted to fall, he would have to fall in the house of a man who was not entirely stranger.

Smoke again, rain again, confusion; The streets and houses are only red and gray. He wandered around the city, couldn't see anything, asked for directions and went wrong again, and turned back and walked again. With all his strength, and with the last strength of his will, he walked into a steep alley, surrounded by houses. Sixty steps of red stone steps, every three or six steps have a narrow platform, just enough for a house to open a door. Cao Jiao always had to take a shaky rest every time he arrived at a platform. Flocks of crows hover over the top of the church's tower.

At last he saw the name he was looking for on the door of a house, and he knocked on it. - It's dark in the alley. He was sleepy and closed his eyes. My heart is also dark...... Centuries have passed......

The narrow door opened halfway, and a woman appeared. Her backlit face is invisible; But the waist is very clear, because it is black on the outside and bright on the inside. Behind her was a long corridor, and at the end of the corridor there was a small garden shining on the setting sun. She was tall, standing straight, and didn't say a word, just waiting for him to speak. He couldn't see her eyes, only felt her gaze. Let him stay alone in the dark room. He leaned against the wall, his head pressed against the smooth parapet, motionless, for fear of knocking over something; There was a roaring noise in my ears, and I just felt that the world was spinning.

Upstairs there was the sound of chairs moving, a few screams of surprise, and the sound of slamming the door shut. Heavy steps descended the stairs.

"Where is he?" An acquaintance's voice asked. He kept encountering some of the same postures, the same words, the same experiences. Everything is familiar and expected. ,—— and really say what the other person has said; The same people go through the same stages, encounter the same obstacles, and run out of the same consumption. If it is true, "There is nothing more tiresome in life than the repetition of love," isn't the repetition of the whole life even more tiresome? That's going to drive people crazy. - Cao Jiao tried his best not to think about it, since he wanted to live, he couldn't think about it, and he wanted to live. This kind of self-deception is very painful: for the sake of guilt, for the sake of the latent, irrepressible, survival instinct, and not willing to recognize one's own face! Knowing that there is no comfort in the world, he creates comfort himself. Knowing that life has no meaning, he prefers to create the meaning of life. He taught himself to believe that he should live, even though it was none of his business whether he lived or not. When necessary, he will also tell himself that his dead friends encouraged him to live. At the same time, he knew that he was forcing his words into the mouth of the dead. That's how pitiful people are! ……

Cao Jiao is back on the road, and his steps seem to be as steady as before; He locked his heart so that pain could not break in. He refrained from mentioning his pain, and he avoided encountering it himself: he seemed to be at peace. "The real distress has carved a deep groove in the depths of the soul, and it seems to be motionless, asleep, but in fact it continues to corrode the soul."

Anyone who knows Cao Jiao and can observe him carefully, watching him come and go, playing e-sports, talking and laughing