The e-sports god takes it home

Chapter 961 He wants to accompany him

Zero: "Then...will you go down tomorrow morning?"

Ten Kill: "..." What else?Is it possible that I really want to become an ice sculpture standing on the top floor of the e-sports center?

Looking at his eyes as if he was mentally retarded, Zero finally realized what a stupid question he asked, shut his mouth immediately, bowed his head and did not speak.

The snow was getting heavier and heavier, and a layer of white had already fallen on his head and shoulders in just a short while. Shisha stared at the hair on the top of his head for a while, and suddenly felt that the two of them were squatting in the snow. A group of idiots here, as if they were waiting to be buried alive by the snow.

In fact, if it wasn't for those sand sculpture fans surrounding him, he might not know which hotel he would be eating late at night with the heating on.

How can I live and suffer like this?

Shi Sha didn't even smoke, rubbed his fingers that were gradually becoming stiff, and said a little annoyed: "Why are you still here? Stay where it's cool."

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a gust of cold wind blowing snowflakes towards his face, making Zero shiver from the cold, his teeth chattering: "It's quite cool here..."

Ten Kill: "..." I was speechless.

It seemed that he cut off the conversation with great difficulty. Zero felt a little annoyed, and said without words: "They all went back..."

"Why don't you leave?" Ten Kill asked.

"I don't know." Zero shook his head and said, "I don't know why, but I just don't want to go with them, especially after knowing the truth..."

He paused, his voice became lower and lower, and he became more and more uncertain: "I should not be a good captain... I didn't see such an obvious thing, not only did I not help at all, but also... "

Even after the game, knives and knives were stabbed in the heart of their killers.

Thinking of the words he said after winning the game, Zero regretted so much that he wanted to bite his tongue off.

It's all over, and it doesn't make any sense for him to let go of the horse now. He ran all the way here not only to express his remorse and guilt, but more...

He wants to accompany Shisha.

The retirement ceremonies at other people's homes were lively and lively. He didn't want them to recall the end of his career. There was only the cold wind with snowflakes on the roof and the smoke between his fingers. There should be another him.

Although it is still not lively enough, two people are better than one.

Only then did Ten Kill suddenly realize that this person who had been slow to get to know the truth just now, Zero shouldn't feel much better than him, but he still braved the cold wind to come to comfort him.

He rolled his Adam's apple twice, and the heart-wrenching words that came to his lips turned abruptly, and said awkwardly: "It has nothing to do with you."

It's because you are so stupid and sweet, thinking too well of them... Shisha thought silently.

Zero: "..." Σ(°△°|||)︴Killing God, is this... comforting me?

Flattered. jpg×2!

He bowed his head and gave an 'hmm', only to feel that the cold wind not only did not reduce the heat on his face, but raised it by a few degrees.

It's not a solution for the two of them to sit here and blow the cold wind. After a while of silence, Zero said again: "When will we be able to go down?"

Ten kills: "When the people downstairs leave, I will go down." Otherwise, he would rather freeze to death here.

Between dignity and warmth, Killing God chose dignity with great backbone.

Zero never imagined that the killing gods had blown the cold wind on the roof for so long, just because there were too many onlookers downstairs and they were too embarrassed to go down...

He stretched his head and glanced down, and found that it had been so long, not only were there not fewer fans downstairs, but more and more, there was a feeling that if he didn't see Shisha Pingan coming down from the top of the building, he would be dead tonight. The momentum is not gone.

Zero sighed, for a moment he didn't know whether to cry or laugh, "Then I... go down and drive them away, okay?"

His voice was very soft, and there was a smile on the corners of his lips and brows when he spoke, as if he was coaxing a child.

Shi Sha has always been soft rather than hard, nodded and said: "Go and come back quickly."

Zero didn't dare to keep him waiting. After receiving his order, he went straight downstairs, explained the situation to the security personnel controlling the field, and asked them to help disperse the fans.

And the fans are not easy to be fooled, after all, they have been watching for so long with good intentions, so they have to give an explanation no matter what.

Shisha was boringly drawing small people on the snow with cigarette butts, when he heard the "jumping knowledge popularization" on the loudspeaker stop, and it was replaced by fans' sand sculpture questions one after another.

"Ah ah ah ah little brother Zero is so warm, tell Killing God that I love him for me!"

"So the God of Death really wanted to jump off the building? Why didn't he come down after squatting on it for so long? Is it because his legs are numb?"

"So, was Killing God threatened by Tihua's executives? Is their company bankrupt? Are mom and dad okay? Are the oxygen masks of grandparents still there?"

"Ahh, so Zero, did you just go up and use love to influence the Killing God who wants to commit suicide? Can I ask quietly what is the relationship between you and the Killing God?"

"Ah, ah, you don't need to answer, we've already thought of it! I'm knocking out the snack CP!"

Ten Kill: "..." Very good, the persuasion to jump off a building has become a fan meeting again.

The sound quality of the loudspeaker is not good, and the fans are all excited like screaming chickens. When asking questions, it is accompanied by a series of screams, accompanied by the electric sound of the loudspeaker again and again, Not to mention how jarring it is.

Shisha rubbed his aching temples, and felt that he might as well just jump off.

This is... even more embarrassing!
After a flurry of chirping questions from fans, Zero was handed the megaphone.

Zero is not a lively and extroverted person. He looked at the loudspeaker that suddenly appeared in his hand with a dazed expression, and then looked up at all the fans who were waiting to hear his answers. Swallowing nervously, he said: "That, that... I don't know if the Shashen's family has a company, and his family should be fine..."

While talking, his eyes kept looking up the attic, for fear that they would rush down and smash his loudspeaker if they got upset, and they would pay someone else money!

Fortunately, the black figure didn't move at all, as if obediently waiting for him to disperse the crowd and follow him from the roof.

Zero's hanging heart finally sank, and the speed of his speech became faster and faster, the faster and more steadily: "Today is the day when we kill the gods to retire, but we did not do it well, nor did we do it with style. The Killing God, who tried his best to protect the few of us, got off the field and had no other place to go except the base, just climbed up to the top floor and wanted to see the snow scene for a while, and you all surrounded him."

(End of this chapter)