How to Easily Capture a Long Aotian [Quick Transmigration] 58

Chapter 58: The Alliance Support Who Was Suppressed by His Teammates (Part 1)

Yu Lin was sold by DEC. A freebie, not worth much.

Before DEC went bankrupt, the former star player, Zhou Huang, had publicly stated that his teammate was the most useless support in the alliance.

Zhou Huang had debuted at the age of seventeen. He was good-looking and had an aggressive playstyle. He had won the runner-up in his debut year and had a large number of fans. As a newcomer and a support, Yu Lin’s fan base could not compete. For a time, he was directly pushed to the forefront of the storm.

At eight o’clock in the evening, the lights in the Dawn base were brightly lit.

The base manager, Duan Qiancheng, was drinking and frequently looked at the door, wondering, “Why isn’t he here yet?”

He had gone to talk business, but the boss of DEC had waved his hand and had given him a person. Hey, it was free.

Duan Qiancheng had also been in a good mood from drinking at that time, and he had slapped the table and had taken him, which had caused a little trouble.

The little trouble had just joined the alliance this year. He had heard that he had been a jungler in an internet cafe competition before, and his skills were not bad, and he had some highlights, otherwise he would not have been recruited by a top team.

Unfortunately, he had not come at a good time. The once-dominant top team, DEC, had also declined and was now on the wane.

The old players were fading, and there was a gap between the old and the new. They had spent a lot of money to recruit Zhou Huang, and had also searched for good seedlings everywhere, hoping to make a comeback.

But this year’s league had still stopped at the top eight, and they had not even made it to the top four. Zhou Huang had been so angry that he had thrown his mouse on the spot during the competition and had cursed his teammates for being useless. The atmosphere in the stadium had instantly been pushed to a climax, and his fans were in an uproar—

DEC, the super team that had been at its peak when the alliance was founded four years ago, and whose reputation was unparalleled, had gone bankrupt with a ranking that was even more dismal than the time it was founded.

Since then, Zhou Huang had retired with a new team and a new contract, and his fans had swarmed all the other members except him, especially Yu Lin, who had been named.

The fan base of a top team was amazing, and their sentiment was also amazing. And now, its dissolution was being blamed on three young men.

In Duan Qiancheng’s opinion, these kids were just starting out. After being attacked by a group of online big daddies for a few months, they would most likely be ruined.

It would be better to throw them into the youth training team as sparring partners.

It was also at this time that Duan Qiancheng had suddenly remembered that this little highlight from the wild competition, who had been snatched up by DEC first and had been given high hopes, but had ended up in a dismal state and had been casually given away, was actually still very young, probably just an adult.

Damn DEC was really not a good person.

Fortunately, he had now joined their Dawn, the superstar team that was on the rise in the alliance, and there was also Zhuang Gou to hold the fort. In any case, it was better than being sold around by DEC as a freebie.

Duan Qiancheng glanced at Zhuang Ningyu, who was sitting on the sofa and playing with his phone, with a cold expression, as if he were always indifferent and calm about everything, and he let out a light “tsk.”

After all, he was a two-time champion. In the second anniversary of the alliance’s founding, he had led his team to win the runner-up, and had not lost a single match since then. In the face of him, the experts only felt frustrated, and the rookies had nothing to complain about. He was the undisputed uncrowned king of the circle.

The fans said that Zhuang Ningyu was just like his name, with a fairy-like face, as pure as ice and as clean as jade, without a trace of worldly air.

Such a person seemed to be destined to be high and mighty, untouched by dust, or to wear an administrative jacket to serve the people. In short, he should not be sitting with them and playing games.

However, this kid had started playing “Under the Stars” at the age of seventeen, and he had even been the one to pick him up and send him off for the college entrance exam. Duan Qiancheng did not care about the fairy-like air on him at all and kicked him. “Go and see?”

“Me?” Zhuang Ningyu put down his phone and let out a laugh, but he didn’t say anything. He put away his phone and got up to go out.

It was late autumn, and the weather was a little cool. Zhuang Ningyu had a jacket draped loosely over his shoulders, and he walked at a leisurely pace.

The wind at eight o’clock in the evening had a hint of sunlight. The lights in the community were on, and a rumbling sound came from the end of the road.

This area was full of base villas, which were divided into different areas. The roads were flat and straight, and there were people to clean them every day. Occasionally, someone from the team would play ball, and it would not make too much noise.

But now, it was making a rumbling sound under the wheels of a suitcase, like some kind of old machine.

Zhuang Ningyu raised his eyes slightly and met the gaze of the young man who had stopped at the end of the road.

The kid looked young, less than twenty years old, and was beautiful. His pair of eyes were cold, but they seemed to have been smoothed out by life, without any brilliance, without any emotion, without any hope.

He was still wearing the old DEC uniform. Zhou Huang’s transfer fee was 2 million, but his suitcase was still patched up.

Zhuang Ningyu looked at him, raised his eyebrows slightly, and then frowned. For some reason, this heart that had been unmoved for ten thousand years and was tightly sealed, softened a little.

***

The streetlights in the community were glowing.

Zhuang Ningyu looked at him, and seeing that he was not moving, he lifted his feet slightly and walked towards him, and nodded. “Yu Lin? Duan Qiancheng asked me to come and pick you up. Has he contacted you?”

He closed the phone that he was about to ask.

“Captain.” The new member pressed his lips together, looked up at him, recognized him, and then lowered his head.

The young man’s face was excessively pale, and his voice was a little hoarse. He said in a low voice, “I’m Yu Lin.”

His voice was very soft.

So timid. Zhuang Ningyu let out a laugh, and thought to himself that damn DEC was really not a good person.

After a pause, he did not remind the new member that he had been bought by Duan Qiancheng as an experience pack, and he grunted, “En,” and accepted the title of “captain.”

The wind in the community was strong. He glanced at the embarrassed Yu Lin, took off his jacket and handed it over, and let out a light laugh. “Welcome.”

The new team member silently changed his jacket.

Zhuang Ningyu walked back with his phone, and from time to time, he would reply to the mountain of messages. He was not walking fast, and the new team member followed him obediently, always half a body behind.

“Why did you take so long?” When they reached the door, Duan Qiancheng was already leaning against the door and waiting, and he was smoking a cigarette.

Today was a holiday, and the two of them were the only ones in the base who were not going home.

Duan Qiancheng was also an old dog who had become a spirit. He had a heart of stone. It was only because it was the Mid-Autumn Festival today, and he had thought of the fact that Yu Lin was a freebie and had a high cost-performance ratio, that he had felt a little compassion.

He was waiting for Zhuang Ningyu to bring him to eat together.

Zhuang Ningyu ignored him, passed by him, and his steps did not stop, and his expression was placid. He put out the cigarette. “No… I was just bored waiting.”

Yu Lin followed behind, his fingers tightly gripping the suitcase, and he controlled it so that it would not make a sound.

He looked up at the person who was going upstairs, hesitated for a moment, and asked Duan Qiancheng, who was by his side, “Doesn’t the captain smoke?”

“Huh?” Duan Qiancheng was stunned by his question and nodded. “He doesn’t smoke much? What’s wrong?”

Then he was stunned. “What did you call him?”

He was puzzled. “You’re already calling him captain?”

He then glanced at the jacket on Yu Lin, which was a little bigger than him, and he was incredulous. Was Zhuang Gou so easy to talk to today?

He took out a key and handed it to Yu Lin. “It’s fine. The third floor is all guest rooms. You can choose one to tidy up and live in first. Come down after you’re done. We’ll go and eat.”

After Duan Qiancheng finished, he looked over with the extinguished cigarette in his hand.

The people who played esports were all young, but they were just adults, and they were still young in front of this group of old veterans.

He noticed Yu Lin’s pale face, his quiet and seemingly un-edged personality, and the patched-up suitcase in his hand.

DEC was a camel that had died of starvation but was still bigger than a horse. It definitely had an annual profit of eight figures. This kid had just joined the team for a year, and his salary was probably not high. He had heard that before he left, Boss Dai had even extorted three million from him on the grounds of damaging the team’s reputation.

It seemed that it was all true.

Duan Qiancheng was also a little sad. He waved his hand, and Yu Lin went upstairs with his suitcase.

In this script, his appearance was a gray name.

It was only passed down in a sentence from the fans.

He had a poor family background, had debuted in an internet cafe, and was notorious. He was the only support in the alliance who had an edge and liked to kill people with his teammates.

It was just that he had died young because he couldn’t think straight.

With the reputation of a useless person who had been cyberbullied for eight months.

And a secret, silent, light, and short, and unrequited love for Zhuang Ningyu, who had given him a team uniform under the dim yellow lights.

***

After Yu Lin had finished his shower and had gone downstairs, his hair was still a little damp. He wiped it with a towel, which made his face look even paler and thinner.

He had changed into a white T-shirt, which was of an ordinary style and simple quality, the kind that cost twenty yuan on Taobao.

He was wearing the uniform that was a little big for him. When he went downstairs, he was pressing his lips together, as if he were a little uncomfortable being wrapped in someone else’s aura.

Seeing that he was still wearing Zhuang Ningyu’s clothes, Duan Qiancheng was a little surprised. He raised his eyebrows and kicked the person sitting on the sofa.

Zhuang Ningyu was looking at the takeout menu. He looked up, and his gaze swept over placidly, as if he hadn’t seen it, and also as if it were some kind of indulgence. His eyelids were lowered, and he asked, “Do you eat spicy food?”

Yu Lin came down, was stunned for a moment, and said softly, “A little.”

Zhuang Ningyu: “En. Then we won’t have it.”

Duan Qiancheng: “?”

Bro, I eat it.

In the past, the base’s takeout was barbecue, beer, and crayfish. Everyone would cheer and eat and drink, and he had never seen this ancestor have any reaction. It had been a long time since Duan Qiancheng had eaten anything light.

When the takeout arrived, he counted, and Zhuang Gou had kept his word. Besides the roasted brain that he had strongly requested, which had a little bit of chopped millet pepper, there was not a single chili pepper in the rest.

He had also ordered a drink to coax a child.

Duan Qiancheng was incredulous. For a moment, he didn’t know whether to open his mouth and ask, Zhuang Gou, are you really not planning on being a good person and are going to make a move on a young man who has just become an adult?

He opened his mouth, ate a piece of char siu, and looked at the dessert on the table. He really wanted to ask Zhuang Ningyu, the new experience pack… no, the new team member.

Just now, Zhuang Ningyu had been drinking water and had personally promoted the new team member to be a substitute.

The reason was, “I’ll take him with me first.”

Duan Qiancheng almost laughed.

He really wanted to ask, you’re twenty-one and he’s not yet nineteen. There’s at most a two-year age gap between you.

Are you really raising a son here?

***

After eating, he went upstairs.

The right side of the third floor was all guest rooms. The doors had labels on them. The room Yu Lin had chosen was 310. The few doors next to it were clean and simple, and there were no labels on the doors. No one lived there.

He’s living alone. He’s quite a loner.

Zhuang Ningyu went back to his room with his phone. Before he went in, he glanced at it placidly, but he didn’t care.

He had softened for a moment, and it was inexplicable, but he was not really here to raise a son. He didn’t care where the team members lived.

The next morning, the base, which had been on a Mid-Autumn Festival holiday, became lively again.

The team’s assault, Fang Cheng, had just returned home and had been bombarded by his mother’s motherly love and regular schedule. He was eager to return and had returned with a large box of mooncakes made by his mother.

He grabbed his teammate, Lin Qingchuan, who he had just met at the door, and wailed, “Damn, damn, help me. My mom’s mouth. I had just gotten home, and she kept calling me ‘baby, baby.’ She made everyone else laugh. I’m twenty. I’m really scared of her.”

Lin Qingchuan was another assault on the team. He was gentle and elegant. He glanced at the shoulder that he had been holding onto and let out a light laugh. “En…? Baby?”

Fang Cheng: “…Damn.”

Fang Cheng: “Damn, damn, damn! Ahhhhhh, you’re a devil!!!”

As the two of them were talking, the team’s support, Zhou Cheng, came downstairs, his face in a daze, as if he had just woken up from a dream.

Zhou Cheng was twenty-nine this year and was an old veteran of the alliance. He had played with them for the last year and was preparing to retire.

He was older and treated his teammates like his younger brothers. He was also the one with the best temper and the most stable among a group of internet-addicted young men.

This dazed and wooden expression rarely appeared on his mature and steady face, as if someone had put a dog in his newly cleaned and tidy room.

Fang Cheng and Lin Qingchuan downstairs looked at each other and asked in unison, “Brother Zhou, what’s wrong?”

Zhou Cheng was silent and just slowly pointed to the training room upstairs.

Duan Qiancheng had just woken up, his eyes sleepy. He came out, ruffling his hair, and saw them. “You’re all back? Little Fang Cheng, did your mom bring you good food again? By the way… I’ll introduce someone to you later…”

He took the mooncake that Fang Cheng had handed him and ate it. Fang Cheng paused for a moment and held back a sentence, “Bro, the way you say it sounds like you’re scolding someone…”

A group of them went to the training room, talking and laughing.

The training room was bright and clean, and the peripherals were shining slightly in the sunlight.

The members of the Dawn team were all star players and had made a lot of money. All the equipment was custom-made and was placed in the spacious training room, exuding an aura of strength and money.

In front of one of the well-lit devices, a man was wearing a team uniform, his fingers resting lightly on the back of the chair, his posture casual. He had given his six-figure custom-made device to someone else, and his tone was like he was coaxing a child.

“One more game.” he commented, his voice low and cold. “This game was played well.”

In his raised arm, a thin shadow appeared. His lips were pressed tightly together, his features were beautiful, and his slender fingers were tightly gripping the mouse, both nervous and obedient.

The others who had witnessed everything: “…”

Fang Cheng: “Damn, that’s so tacky! What is Zhuang Gou doing!”