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.

She didn't want to watch the genius fall.

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After dinner, Jocelyn gave up on work and went straight into the study and turned on his desktop, accompanying Alex over and over again on the double row to help him find his confidence.

The two of them are playing while voicing.

Whenever Alex showed up for a good operation, Jocelyn would desperately praise him.

And with her praise, sure enough, Alex's state has improved significantly and is starting to feel like he's at his peak.

The result was a source of great satisfaction to Jocelyn.

At three o'clock in the morning, Jocelyn couldn't stay up any longer and went back to her room.

On the other hand, Alex had no intention of sleeping and kept practising as hard as he could.

Jocelyn's reassurance convinced him that he wasn't that bad.

And the praise from Jocelyn makes him find his confidence again.

He could feel his operation returning to its peak again, and he wanted to find his state straight away.

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When Jocelyn returned to her room, Noah was already asleep.

In order to avoid disturbing him, every movement of Jocelyn is very light.

She went into the bathroom first and took a shower, then tiptoed back into the room and lay down on the bed, and as soon as she did, Noah pressed right down.

Jocelyn resisted sexually placing her hands against his chest and began to wearily beg for mercy, "Not today, I'm so tired."

"Quite addicted to complimenting other men? Huh? Is it that I didn't work hard enough last night, so that you still have the strength to praise others?" Jocelyn laughed lightly and hurriedly informed Noah of the reason why she did so.