Ye Feng was sitting in the smoky Internet cafe, and Lu Hao's high-spirited face on the screen occupied all eyes. Wearing a team uniform with the championship logo on it, he held the trophy in his arms and received thunderous applause from the audience.
"Ye Feng? That team cancer?" Lu Hao's voice came out from the speakers, with a deliberately high pitch.
Every word was like ice shards, digging into Ye Feng's old wounds. That high-spirited face overlapped with the betrayal eyes deep in his memory. The frame-up three years ago and the sentence of life-long ban were like an invisible shackle, strangling his breathing. He just lowered his head and unconsciously stroked the mouse wheel with his fingertips, feeling the coldness of the plastic.
"If he hadn't been kicked out for fixing the match, the championship would have been ours long ago!" Lu Hao boasted to the camera, blaming all the faults on Ye Feng.
