The ultimate treasure of eating chicken

"Bruce Lee?" Qing Xiaoyong seemed to have guessed something, went outside and saw Li Xiaonong looking around curiously, "Why are you here?"

"I asked someone for directions." Li Xiaonong nodded, and took out Qing Xiaoyong's business card, "I want to join Team Pofeng!"

Qing Xiaoyong looked at the business card, it was the one he gave to Li Suning, "Your father agreed?"

Li Xiaonong scratched his head, his eyes averted, "Same, I agree."

Qing Xiaoyong muttered to himself, "Small farmer should have escaped by himself, but with his father's ability, it is impossible not to even know that he ran away from home."

Seeing Qing Xiaoyong's deep gaze, Li Xiaonong panicked, afraid that he would see through and drive him back, "I, can I join you?"

"If you wish, welcome to join us."

Qing Xiaoyong smiled and patted Li Xiaonong on the shoulder, leading him into the training room.What surprised Li Xiaonong was that the training room of the Pofeng team was as big as a hill, and he couldn't see the end when he walked in the door.

There are engine boxes neatly placed in the training room, and there are already players training in them.There are also other teenagers who are busy running.

Li Xiaonong was shocked as he walked all the way. At first, he thought that the so-called training was to keep entering the Jedi space to play games, but the scene in front of him was far beyond his expectation.

Qing Xiaoyong introduced as he walked, pointing to a machine that looks like a treadmill, but this machine has a very wide platen, on which a teenager keeps running, rolling, and jumping sideways, "That's an obstacle treadmill, we Call it an OT machine, you will use it often in the future.”

Li Xiaonong finds it difficult to understand this so-called OT machine, not only because he has never seen a treadmill, but also because he has never learned English, and the only liberal arts taught by his father is Chinese.

At this time, Qing Xiaoyong pointed to another training site, which was a super-large cylindrical glass tube, in which there were teenagers floating in the air under the support of the airflow, "This is a skydiving simulation, and it is also one of the daily training."

"Can you still practice skydiving like this?" Li Xiaonong felt scary looking at it, he was a little afraid of heights.

Qing Xiaoyong on the side kept introducing him to various machines, which opened Li Xiaonong's horizons for a newcomer.

In the arena, some players were fighting each other, "That's close combat. Our main training is Sanda, which is more practical."

Li Xiaonong also saw strange terrains such as rock climbing, swimming pools, mud, sand pits, etc. The team members were still wearing camouflage uniforms. At first glance, they were almost the same as special forces training on TV.

But Li Xiaonong didn't dare to mention the special forces, because his father kept him away from them since he was a child, and he was used to it.

"This is physical fitness and skill training. The virtual system is based on reality, so real physical fitness also affects some data in the game to a certain extent." Qing Xiaoyong explained this.

Finally came to the end, it happened to be the noon break, and there was a training room next to the office.

The room is surrounded by glass on all sides, and there is only one person inside. Li Xiaonong saw this person lying on the ground, looking at something outside the window, as if he was very serious.

"What's that place?"

Qing Xiaoyong chuckled, "One of the sniper training grounds."

Li Xiaonong found that the person in the glass room was very familiar, and when he got closer, it turned out to be Yu Wenlang who had fought against him that day!

At this time, Yu Wenlang was lying on his stomach alone, holding a long sniper rifle in his hand, his eyes resting on the scope, motionless, but he was muttering words.

There was wind blowing through the window, and Yu Wenlang muttered to himself, "At 12:7 p.m., the wind speed is 3.5m/s. Target one, the distance is about 500 meters. Target two, visually measure 600 meters. Target three, accurately judge 400 meters. Target Four"

At this time, the sound of the instrument sounded, "Instrument calibration, 12:8 wind, wind speed 3.5m/s, target 510 is 650 meters, target 402 is [-] meters, target [-] is [-] meters, target [-]."

The training was very quiet, only Yu Wenlang's voice and the sound of the electronic equipment sounded alternately. Li Xiaonong found that Yu Wenlang's eyes never left the scope, even when he was eating, lying there all the time.

"Everyone has gone to rest, what is Yu Wenlang still doing there?"

"Daily training of the sniper team, distance measurement." Qing Xiaoyong looked at Yuwenlang with complicated eyes, "He is the strongest sniper in our team, super talented and hardworking, but it's a pity that he never Do not participate in team battles."

"No team fight? Then why does he join the team?"

"There are also single-row competitions. With his strength, he should be able to help the team win some single-row honors."

Li Xiaonong stared at Yuwenlang curiously, and was very interested in this guy. He also remembered what Luo Qiu said when he introduced Yuwenlang, "His name is Yuwenlang, and he is called Eagle Eye. He also has a nickname in the game industry. Lonely gun king."

Only with strength can one have status, and having a nickname is an affirmation of status.Lonely Gun King, the name sounds extraordinary.Li Xiaonong began to look forward to it. If he can get along well in the game of eating chicken, he doesn't know what kind of nickname he will get.

After Qing Xiaoyong finished speaking, he didn't stay any longer, and led Li Xiaonong into the office.

At this moment, Yu Wenlang's head suddenly turned, looking at Li Xiaonong's back, he frowned slightly, "It's that guy."

The office is also by the window, and Li Xiaonong is looking at the vast city outside the window, with only emotion in his eyes.

Qing Xiaoyong walked in from the outside, holding a pile of papers in his hand, "Small farmer, your document certificate has been printed out, please take a look at the contract, if there is no problem, you can sign the last step."

Li Xiaonong looked at the pile of papers, and it was not difficult to read the text, but he couldn't understand some technical terms.

"Instructor, what is a season?"

"It's a period of concentrated competition. There are many games in a season." The instructor can only explain as simply as possible.

"So you're going to sign me for a season?"

"Yes, based on your performance this season, it will be decided whether you can renew your contract in the future."

Li Xiaonong looked at it carefully, and combined with Qing Xiaoyong's introduction before, he asked again, "But a season is so long, and now there are only Youth Cup qualifiers, if our team can't even pass the audition, then I will be embarrassed White rice?"

"This..." Qing Xiaoyong paused slightly, "Do you think our team is that bad?"

Li Xiaonong scratched his head, "I'm just asking for an example."

Qing Xiaoyong shook his head and smiled, and he was not bored by Li Xiaonong's long-winded words, but kept staring at Li Xiaonong and sizing him up.

"Small farmer, can I ask you a question?"

"Instructor, tell me."

"Why is your father so tall, but you are so..."

Li Xiaonong spread his hands and said, "I also asked his old man, and he said that it is a compression training method. If you want to become a hunter, you must go through this stage, but after passing this stage, you can grow taller."

Qing Xiaoyong's eyes lit up slightly, "Is there such a training method?" He wanted to continue asking, but he dismissed the idea after seeing Li Xiaonong's slightly sad eyes.

Qing Xiaoyong looked at Li Xiaonong with great interest, and thought to himself, "This kid has been living in a mountain village, but he seems to have a high level of education, which is interesting."

After a long time, he looked at his watch and asked, "Have you read it?"

Li Xiaonong turned over the last page, "I have one last question."

"Say."

"When will the Youth Cup qualifiers start?" Li Xiaonong knew that his season would start with the qualifiers, and he was very concerned.

"Tomorrow." Qing Xiaoyong said softly.

"What? Tomorrow?!"