"It should have been kicked out a long time ago. He bullies his teammates. I heard he hangs up during training matches. His character is terrible!"
"He Jiahao, the young master of the Thunder, leads the team. This wave takes off immediately. The garbage jungler gets out of the e-sports circle!"
Wei Yong tightened his fingers, and a slight creaking sound came from the corner of the screen.
He was squatting in this rental house of less than ten square meters, with three boxes of unsealed instant noodles piled at his feet. The air was mixed with the smell of damp musty and spoiled rice from the previous night.
A new message popped up on the phone, the landlord's rent urging voice, which lasted for three seconds. The first sentence at the beginning was "Wei Yong, when are you going to pay the rent?"
He didn't open it.
He clicked on another message, a screenshot sent by his best friend Fatty Wang, with an emoticon of grinning teeth.
The screenshot is from Miao Jiaqi's circle of friends.
In the latest photo, she is wearing a high-end white dress, leaning on He Jiahao's arm, with a sweet smile on her face, and the caption is "Going in circles, luckily it's you."
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