Short white gourd, it looks silly.

Li Jin: "eat."

He withdrew his hand and continued to talk to the person opposite.

Li Qinian was holding a piece of toast in his mouth and his eyes inadvertently floated across the screen.

Chen Yan.

Chen Yan: "is there still no news from Whistler? Let me see. He's a hard bone. It's hard to chew it down for a while..."

He didn't understand why Li Jin kept staring at whisper when there were so many excellent players in the circle.

Li Jin: "no hurry."

Chen Yan became anxious after listening to his words: "why not hurry? The qualification competition will begin next month. The current state of SOG team is not sure whether it can enter the qualification competition..."

Only the strongest teams in each region can participate in the world competition, with limited places, and the qualification competition is the competition for these places.

SOG team has won three World Championships. Many people expect it to maintain its glory and win the championship again.

If you can't even enter the qualification competition this time, SOG team will definitely become a joke all over the world!

"Chen Yan, I'm not dead yet."

Compared with his anxiety, Li Jin was as calm as an outsider.

"If it were you before, I wouldn't worry! But now your hand injury is so serious that it's not suitable for long-time training. Can you guarantee that you can stick to the world race?"

"Li Jin, don't think I don't know. You've been to the hospital many times behind my back! You like hard resistance so much. If you didn't hurt your hand seriously, would you be willing to go to the hospital?"

Chen Yan held it for too long and was excited by his calm attitude. He couldn't help shaking it out.

Li Jin: "......"

"It's just a trial."

Li Jin is still an understatement, with absolute confidence and determination in his words.

Chen Yan said fiercely: "what fans want to see is that the SOG team won the world championship! If they can't win the championship, the people waiting for the SOG team are still scolding!"

Li Jin, as the captain of the SOG team, bears the brunt.

Li Qinian silently praised Chen Yan in his heart.

The analysis of the team manager is not far from ten. The SOG team of the previous life was scolded out of Xiang.

Li Jin lowered his eyes, and the light cast a shadow between the deep eyebrow bones. He sat at the table with a silence that Li Qinian couldn't understand. Without hesitation, he said calmly:

"Chen Yan, since I chose e-sports, do you think I will care about these painless remarks?"

"I am not a God, and I will lose. All of you can't accept my failure, but I can."

Li Qinian's chewing movement stopped slowly. She looked up at Li Jin and found that his eyes were calm from beginning to end.

Those who are admired by thousands of people, held up to the altar, and worshipped as gods by everyone are the most sober in the end.

She suddenly felt unworthy for Li Jin.

In the last life, Li Jin's final end was particularly bleak. How much fans like now, how hard they scold at last.

But everyone forgot Li Jin's feelings.

Does he want to be admired and praised by thousands of people?

Does he want to be adored by millions of fans?

Even the title of Li Shen was taken by fans themselves.

Li Jin just wanted to play his game well from beginning to end. He didn't care about anything else.

But the fans wanted to bind him to the altar, hold him to the highest place, and didn't allow him to fall.

If you fall down, you don't deserve our love and live up to our expectations.

You are a sinner.