Sheng Cheng didn't say anything, and his cell phone rang again.
Chen Jing followed the voice and looked over, with just one glance, his pupils suddenly shrank.
After about ten seconds, he slowly raised his head to look at the grand occasion, with a touch of red in the corners of his eyes filled with anger: "Why don't you say it?"
Sheng Kuang glanced at his phone and probably guessed what Han Fengyan had sent. He looked at it and said "Ah" absently: "Isn't there a competition soon?"
"What happened after that?" Chen Jing seemed to be on the verge of an explosion, his voice becoming a little rough: "After the game was over, why didn't you say anything?"
Although Chen Jing likes to curse, he still has a good temper and rarely gets really angry like this.
The others were frightened by him for a moment. After almost a minute, Jiang Zui, who was standing next to him, came back to his senses and persuaded: "Brother Jing, Brother Kuang may have his own plans..."
Before Jiang Zui could finish his words, Chen Jing turned to glare at him: "Of course he has his plan. His plan is to do everything by himself. When he lost the game that day, he locked himself in the room alone.
A few hours later, he came to play a training match with us the next day. From the beginning, he made a self-examination like a normal person, saying it was his fault. Despite all the criticism on the Internet, he took all the responsibilities without any complaints.
It happened to me, and I didn’t even find a way to excuse myself.”
"As for us, we all naturally felt that it was his problem. He made too many mistakes and lost that game."
"None of us asked him why he made so many mistakes. Now think about it, he lost the game that day. Is it really his problem alone?"
Sheng Cheng raised his eyelids: "Chen Jing."
Gumi
Chen Jinggen didn't hear the warning in the grand speech and looked at Qin Yu: "You - your mentality exploded after being caught by GDT for a few times. Why don't you forget? How many times have I told you that a mid laner should not be too impulsive?
You are impulsive every time, and Jiang Zui, you are very strong, but you always prioritize your own development. You feel that you have developed and can save a game, but in fact, have you saved it?
Including me, I also have problems..."
Sheng Cheng knitted his eyebrows and said in a much more serious tone: "Stop talking."
Chen Jing continued: "The problem is with us, not with him. We are too dependent on him. Once he falls, we will be like a piece of loose sand. We will be in chaos in an instant. He doesn't say it because he wants to give everyone enough."
It takes time to hone and grow, but as for us, we enjoy his tolerance as we should, but we never thought about why he was in such a bad state that day."
Sheng Cheng's face became a little ugly.
Seeing this, Lan Bowen quickly reached out and grabbed Chen Jing's arm, trying to drag him to the nearby bathroom to calm down: "We have a game later, even if it is a quarrel, we have to wait until the game is over..."
"Wait until the fucking game is over. In this situation, we will lose even if we compete later," Chen Jing couldn't hold back his anger and roared, "Everyone of them has been spoiled and turned into idiots, including
I'm inside..."
Chen Jing's voice was choked for a moment. He looked at the grand occasion with red eyes and took a deep breath. When he spoke again, his voice was much hoarse, and even his tone became a little soft, like a child who made mistakes: "I am
It's very uncomfortable. I just felt that I was out of my mind that day. I should have thought that nothing good would happen if Han Fengyan showed up. You have no idea what he has been through over the years. Do you know, Mosquito, that day Han Fengyan
Feng Yan, he despicably and shamelessly showed the photo of Little October jumping off the building to Shengchang."
Lan Bowen suddenly lost strength in holding Chen Jing's hand. He seemed to have been tapped on an acupuncture point. He remained still for a while, then turned to look at Sheng Cheng: "Is everything Chen Jing said true?"
Sheng Kuang smiled: "I'm fine."
Chen Jing snorted mockingly: "You have nothing to do, so stop pretending here."
Others were confused after hearing this, and Jiang Xin couldn't help but ask: "What's going on with Little October?"