My Revenge Life, Fatty to Sexy novel Chapter 557

Ben: "Yes. in fact Alex's reign in the top lane has not been short, perhaps now in the LPL's top lane, there really is a new king to be born."

The pop-ups are a mess.

Jocelyn had a headache watching it, so she turned it off again.

The screen was a lot more comfortable at once.

Although the whole game was uncomfortable to watch, she did figure out what the problem was.

Alex seems to be like this because something is wrong with his mind.

Several times, five men on the opposite side grabbed him, he should have run but didn't.

She felt she needed to talk to this person.

On the other side, Alex walked into the lounge with his head hanging down after their game.

The members of the XS are collectively autistic.

Among them, Alex is the most autistic.

His eyes no longer had the look of spirit that he once had. He sat down on the sofa with his head hanging down and silently closed his eyes as tears silently slipped down his face.

His silver-grey fringes slightly cover his eyes, making him look extraordinarily dishevelled.

He feels like he's slipping a lot lately and he's panicking.

However, the more he panics, the more he misses, and the more he misses, the more he doubts himself.

He seems to be caught in a vicious circle.

In all the time he has been playing, there has never been a moment when he has doubted himself, he has always been confident and at ease.

But now he was beginning to wonder.

He opened his eyes and looked at his mobile phone, those netizens abused him with words, his mood was extraordinarily bad.

He felt that everyone was right, he really didn't have that dominance anymore.

Soon, his teammates, who had gathered around, began to help him find fault with the day, complaining constantly.

Immediately afterwards, the president, Bob, frowned and came over, looking at Alex and said, "What the hell did you play today? Think for yourself, how to get back your state."

The team manager, Simon, also opened up, "Yeah, better not let yourself slide any further."

Word for word, Alex was uncomfortable, but unable to refute it.

He doubted himself even more and became even more frustrated.

It was at this time that the call came in from Jocelyn.

When Alex saw the call, he drew a sheepish breath backwards, walked to the window and pressed answer, "Boss."

The immaculate glass reflects his face, which is lost at the moment.

"Alex, I watched the game. Are you not confident anymore?" Jocelyn asked bluntly.

Alex also didn't shy away from nodding, "Yes, I suspect that I am already slipping and can't play anymore."

Jocelyn, "No, you are still at the top, believe me, you are the best. As long as you stabilize your mind and find your original self, you will win."

She believed that his poor state was due to his mind, not his operation.

He was still so young that he could never be operating down.

And at this time, what she has to do is not to criticise, but to keep encouraging him and giving him confidence.

Alex let out a long sigh, a strange glint in his eyes.

It was a period when everyone said that he had slipped, and everyone was finding fault with him and criticising him.

Only Jocelyn came to comfort him, to encourage him, to tell him that he was still a good person and not to doubt himself.