Lin Jing moved her lips, and finally nodded, "Then you drive back slowly."
"Mhm."
Lin Jing thought for a moment, then said again, "When you arrive, remember to send me a message."
"Mhm."
Lin Jing was always a little uneasy, "Then I'm going in."
"Mhm."
There was a second of silence. Lin Jing really couldn't think of anything else to say. She raised her arm and waved it twice: "Bye-bye."
Sheng Kuang looked at her as she clutched her sleeve, her four fingers revealed for two seconds. He lowered his eyelids and chuckled, "Mhm, bye-bye, Xiao Jing Jiang."
...
Back in the dormitory, Lan Tingting and the others had already finished showering and were lying on their beds, playing on their phones.
Lin Jing took off her coat, chatted with Lan Tingting for a bit, and then took her pajamas into the bathroom.
Standing under the shower, while rinsing off, she thought of what Han Fengyan had said.
I may have no face, but I think someone has even less face than me. At least Mosquito retired early, thanks to him, didn't he?
And the long post Han Fengyan had once published online.
She didn't remember the exact content, but she had a vague impression of the general idea. He said he was fed up with the club environment, how tired he was from playing, how he didn't deserve it, and that he wasn't as famous as certain people. Although he was the core damage dealer, he didn't get core treatment at all. A marksman was treated like a support, and he was scolded even when he couldn't deal damage. In short, if they won, it was because he was carried, and if they lost, it was because he was too noob.
He used his own stress, which had made him unable to sleep well for a long time, his severe hair loss, and even his recent mental confusion to elicit sympathy from many people, and also caused a large number of people to scold Sheng Kuang.
She didn't know the truth of the matter, but she could at least be sure of one thing: Lan Bowen's waist injury was related to Sheng Kuang.
In her impression, Sheng Kuang was arrogant and flamboyant enough, so much so that words like "insufferably arrogant" could be used to describe him.
If anyone dared to step on him, he would step back openly, never allowing himself to be wronged in any way.
When Han Fengyan said those words, her first reaction was to look at Sheng Kuang and notice Sheng Kuang's reaction.
He didn't clench his fist secretly to maintain a calm facade, like Lan Bowen.
He was calm throughout, so calm that it was as if the things Han Fengyan said had nothing to do with him.
But she knew very well that he wasn't truly calm; he was enduring.
It was like when yLs played a training match against gdt before, and Qin Yu's mentality collapsed because of Yang Sinian. Sheng Kuang played flawlessly. They could have won, but they lost. He was the one who felt most aggrieved, but he remained very calm.
He clearly wasn't like this before. What had he gone through to change from someone who couldn't stand any grievance to someone who could endure such humiliation?
Lin Jing turned off the tap. As she dried her hair with a towel, she suddenly remembered what Sheng Kuang had said before she got off the car...
She was a little worried about Sheng Kuang, so she called him on her phone. She heard the ringing, but no one answered.
She frowned, then walked to the room she used to live in. The door wasn't locked, and she opened it by turning the handle.
The room was very quiet. It was evident that the cleaning lady had tidied it up every day. Apart from her belongings, the room was no different from when she lived there.
Lin Jing was taken aback. She walked through the bedroom to the balcony.
She tried to push the door of Sheng Kuang's balcony, and to her surprise, it opened.
She lifted the curtain and walked in. Just then, the bathroom door was pulled open, and Sheng Kuang, wearing only long pants and with his upper body bare, walked out.