Alliance: I, the new rancher of the canyon!

Chapter 9
Flash, big move followed by EQ twice. 1800 yards, a fatal blow across half of the map!
resolute.

Perseverance.

Go ahead!

In the gunpowder smoke, the bright red tassels moved with the wind, and the back was like a mountain.

"Brothers, let me smoke a cigarette first."

Langgun smiled and turned off the camera, but when his eyes were fixed on the computer screen, the hand that lit the cigarette was trembling slightly.

The memory that should have been hidden in my heart forever, came back to my mind like a slide show again.

That year, he joined the professional game by chance.Because of his fierce style of play and strong suppression, he was even considered to be one of the best domestic top laners.

But the good times didn't last long, because of poor self-control when he was young, coupled with the influence of the environment, he was forced to retire from a talented e-sports player who was favored by countless people, and turned into the current appearance that he hates.

When someone asks "why don't you play pro anymore?"

He could only respond with a forced smile. "I haven't retired, I just don't have a team anymore."

In the body of the prince player, he seemed to see the old self.

No.

The opponent is more talented than himself, so he can go further and stand higher!

"Perhaps, it's just the only place I can help him."

Seeing that the prince in the game had started to demolish the Highland Tower, Lang stick took a deep breath and made up his mind.Disappointed thoughts rolled away in his chest, but he was forced too hard, and was choked by the pungent smoke with snot and tears.

Because the prince's decisive team battle ended just now, the live broadcast room is already in chaos.

"Fuck! This jungler is really daring!"

"Demacia ahhh!"

"After watching the host's shit stick, I want to buy Wushuang Lu Bu!"

"Your armor doesn't look as good as mine."

"Stop scolding, stop scolding, the stick emperor was scolded and cried by you bastards."

"I'm really crying, I didn't expect the Emperor Stick to have such a fragile day..."

Because he was agitated and choked by the smoke just now, the wave stick who turned on the camera again had reddish eye circles, looking really like he just cried after being wronged.

Looking at the barrage, Lang stick coughed twice in embarrassment. "Just now, I seem to see myself in the wild prince, and I have bricks in my eyes."

In a bunch of 'smelly shameless', 'don't you want any face? ', the game came to an end without any suspense.

The game returns to the chat interface.

Lang stick cleared his throat and asked. "Brother jungler, don't rush to start the game, I have something to ask you."

After a pause, Langgu finally asked the question that had been on his mind for a long time. "Are you interested in becoming a professional gamer?"

Excuse (Prince of Demacia): I thought about it, but I can't do it for now.

Seeing this response, Lang stick sat up from the gaming chair in the space capsule: "Why? Is there any difficulty in reality?"

Excuse (Prince of Demacia): Underage
At the same time that Langgu suddenly realized, he breathed a sigh of relief.

The other party's answer was a bit unexpected, but it was reasonable.

Many professional players have emerged from the age of [-] or [-], and when they officially entered the professional arena, they burst into dazzling light in an instant.

"That's not in a hurry."

The prodigals talked eloquently. "I have a friend who formed his own team, called Whampoa Team. If you are interested, I can introduce you to him to participate in trial training first. Playing professionally requires a long period of adaptation."

"Of course, if you doubt what I said, you can come to my live broadcast room to verify it at any time. Shark live broadcast, room number 52930."

After these words were finished, the chat room was silent for a while.

It didn't take long, but the prodigy didn't wait for the answer he wanted.

[I need time to think about it, thank you]

After Zhang Chuyan finished typing this sentence, he retreated and turned off the phone.

Regarding the matter of playing professionally, he actually does not reject it in his heart.

It's just that before that, you need to determine whether the team's situation is suitable for you.Blind choice is not only irresponsible to oneself, but also may bring many unnecessary troubles.

And the reason for all failures is that no one ever listens.Just like the ID in the game: 'Excuse'.If you lose, no matter what the explanation is, it will look like an excuse.

and so.

It is better to lack than to overuse.

Rubbing his sore palms, Zhang Chuyan walked along the Internet cafe passage to the door.

There is a beef chow mein restaurant in the school that makes very authentic beef chow mein, and the portion is big enough to fill you up. With a garlic and bone noodle soup, it will warm your heart on this winter night.

"Woooooooo..."

When I was thinking about whether I should call the dogs in the dormitory when I was eating noodles, I heard a sob that was deliberately suppressed.

Zhang Chuyan paused, this time he heard it clearly.

The source of the sound came from a small private room in an Internet cafe not far away.

what's going on?
Zhang Chuyan glanced around. Several Internet-addicted teenagers nearby were playing games seriously with headphones on, apparently not noticing the strange sounds not far away.

Just as he was about to go to the checkout counter of the Internet cafe to report someone driving in the private room, another aggrieved voice came out. "Then why are you taking my place!"

Zhang Chuyan was a little surprised, because the voice seemed familiar?

Just when I was wondering, I heard the door of the private room being pushed open, and then a figure with long hair dyed lavender rushed out from inside, while running, he reached out to wipe his tears, crying with nasal.

"Isn't this the best friend of the art student from the school committee?"

Zhang Chuyan looked at the slim figure running away, and then remembered the identity of the other party, who seemed to be surnamed Guan. "It's so miserable..."

Because the two were not familiar with each other, Zhang Chuyan sighed, and when he turned around to leave the Internet cafe, he saw the familiar and exciting scene in the private room...

That's right, it is still this epic game that is popular all over the world.

League of Legends.

I remembered that before the purple-haired figure left the private room, he seemed to have said a word 'grab a hero'.

"When will there be another sanction system, there are too many stinky players."

The game is supposed to be a process for five people to unite as one and strive to win, but because of low-quality players who disconnect, hang up, curse, and compete for positions, it will always bring a bad gaming experience to the remaining few people.

This situation, like touching porcelain in reality, makes people hate it.

Entering the private room, there is a row of three fat dark purple sofas.

From the earphones on the keyboard on the desktop, there are still continuous insults: You shouldn’t be playing games, and it’s not because of your body that you got to the diamond rank...

Zhang Chuyan sat down with an indifferent expression, staring at the dim screen.

In front of him is a revived hero Irelia, but at this time she has a strange disciplinary ability...

Gently touch the mouse with your palm.

Eye level.

this world.

Only the weak chatter.

A strong person will only prove it with his strength.

……

(End of this chapter)