Looking at Jingcheng's unpredictable expression, Bei Yu gently tapped his palm with a ruler.

In the conference room, there was a moment of silence, with only the slight sound of the ring ruler hitting the palm of the palm of the palm of the body.

Jingcheng subconsciously looked up, and then he met Beiyu's smiling eyes.

This girl seems to have a smile on her own. Every time she looks up or goes sideways, she sees each other's eyes, with a smile on her eyes, gentle and tender.

Jingcheng's heart thumped. I didn't know what he thought of, and he slightly staggered his eyes and didn't dare to look at Beiyu more.

However, the sound of the ruler hitting the palm of his palm was too obvious in this too quiet conference room. Jing Cheng only felt that his heart was beating again and again with the rhythm of the ruler.

I felt a little irritable in my heart, and subconsciously pulled out a cigarette in my hand, but when I thought that it was the conference room, I put it back expressionlessly.

Bei Yu saw every little move in Jingcheng and was not in a hurry to speak. He just wanted to judge some of the other party's small moves and micro-expressions.

After observing secretly for a long time, Bei Yu gently stopped the rhythm of the ruler and spoke softly. The soft breeze and drizzle sound were gentle enough to let go of all his defenses: "But Jingcheng, have you ever thought that after you retire, will these WZCL players continue?"

The captain retired, and the captain who is the spiritual support of the 10,000-year-old fourth team has left. Do these team members still have to persist?

Probably not.

They may transfer or retire, and only a few of them can stay.

As the captain, Jingcheng knew this very well.

Therefore, he only mentioned the matter of retirement once to coach Leo, but did not explain it explicitly.

Now that I heard Bei Yu ask this, it was probably because the other party's voice was too gentle. Jingcheng didn't feel resistant in his heart, and it was rare to answer these questions sharply. Jingcheng's calm voice was also surprisingly nice: "Maybe it won't."

The words were not very certain, but they used a certain tone, with a hint of helplessness.

The fourth son of thousands of years old is not only tired, but the team members are actually tired too.

But these people have accompanied them so far, and have never said to give up. Even the old team members who once had to retire because of their age are still still in the team, either doing in-team guidance or data analysis.

They never left. They were looking forward to taking these new players together to successfully counterattack and reach the top of glory.

But he was so tired that he suddenly wanted to give up all this.

Perhaps because of this, Jingcheng felt that his eyes were a little sour. The unruly young man had a little red eyes at this time, and his face was slightly staggered, not wanting Beiyu to see his embarrassment.

Beiyu stopped the ruler and tapped his palms harder and lighterly. After a brief silence, he spoke slowly, with a gentle meaning: "Then do you still want to retire?"

After asking in one sentence, Beiyu continued the question: "I went through the e-sports circle for four or five years, but I have never won a champion, so I gave up like that?"

When asked this, Bei Yu paused slightly, then stared at Jingcheng with a burning gaze. Even though the boy gave her only a side face, Bei Yu's gaze was still hot: "Jingcheng, are you willing to give up like this?"

Are you willing?

After hearing this, Jingcheng asked himself in his heart, and the answer in his heart was very obvious.

Of course not to give up.

I have never thought of giving up for five years from the beginning to the end, but this summer I suddenly had the desire to give up.

It’s not that I want to give up, but that I just feel that I can’t move anymore.

Seeing that Jing Cheng lowered his head slightly and did not speak, Bei Yu raised his ruler and tapped his desk twice.

The crisp echo hit Jingcheng's eardrums. The next second, Jingcheng suddenly raised his head and wanted to say something, but his voice was a little choked.

Beiyu's gentle voice floated gently in Jingcheng's ears, and the gentle breeze blew, leaving only warmth: "If you don't want to give up, continue. No one said that e-sports players must retire at the age of 23."

Speaking of this, Beiyu narrowed his eyebrows and smiled eyes, making Jingcheng feel hot.

I don’t know what I thought of, the young and frivolous boy slightly distorted his face, lowered his head in a little embarrassed manner, and stopped talking.

Looking at Jingcheng like this, Beiyu felt a little funny, but he restrained it.

The sound of the opening again was still soft and drizzling, warming people's hearts: "The issue of retirement is turned on the page, so let's talk about the next topic, about the matter of the ten thousand-year-old fourth child."

This is considered a wound to the entire WZCL team, or the club.

If you say that you can't beat other teams, you can't even get to the rankings.

But he can make it to the playoffs every time and break out of the loser's group every time.

Then when he was hitting the winner group, he suddenly slipped to the bottom and could only win the awkward position of fourth place.

When Jingcheng was mentioned, he was a little embarrassed and angry, but Beiyu's tone was too gentle, so gentle that Jingcheng couldn't make a temper.

He raised his head, looked at Beiyu with a slight angrily, and then moved his eyes elsewhere.

Looking at the young boy's arrogant and unwilling gaze, Beiyu smiled softly, his voice was not high, but the conference room was too quiet, so Jingcheng heard this laughter very clearly.

I felt a little annoyed, but I felt a little less angry. When I looked at Beiyu again, my eyes were not so fierce, but I had a hint of arrogance.

"Actually, being able to reach the fourth place means that the team still has the strength to compete, so don't be afraid that others will mention the title of the fourth year of ten thousand years. If your mentality is not a problem, then even if others mention it ten thousand times, you won't care." When facing such a young boy, Bei Yu smiled slightly without any pressure.

The gentle voice seemed to be a breeze blowing across his ears. Although his words were sharp and heart-wrenching, his tone was not enough to make people feel angry.

Even if a young man like Jingcheng, who wanted to lose his temper when he heard the words of the Wannian Lao Si, was still angry when he heard Bei Yu say this.

Finally, he could only look at Bei Yu with expressionless face, pursing his lips tightly, and not speaking.

"So, Jingcheng, have you found the problem?" Beiyu looked at the changes in the young boy's behavior, and a little smile appeared in his eyes.

When you speak again, your voice is as gentle as water, warming your heart.

Jingcheng felt a little excited when he heard this, and only then did he react to Beiyu's problem the next second.

He raised his head and looked at Beiyu with a little confused look.

Obviously, this cute little cutie, who is called a genius e-sports boy by the league, doesn't know what her problem lies.
Chapter completed!