Almighty Summoner

"What does this mean?" Zhang

Lin shook the breach of contract ticket in his hand, looking at a man in a suit across the desk, who was also his immediate boss, the manager of the Weiba Club, Yang Mingchao.

Zhang Lin really didn't understand, he just had been recuperating in the club for three months because of a car accident, which was a normal paid recuperation, how could it suddenly become a breach of contract?

Yang Mingchao took out a cigarette, knocked it on the table, squinted and said: "You also saw it, after three months of boycott, the league has already fined you and banned your account." Zhang

Lin's

eyes turned white and he almost fainted. In the second year of operation, the popular holographic online game of Holy Light adopted a one-person-one-binding system, and each person could only have one account. Blocking the account means that he can no longer enter the world of the Holy Light, and he can no longer play in the professional league

!"But I'm paying to recuperate!

It's not a boycott!" Zhang Lin slapped the table angrily, stood up and shouted.

"Who knows?"

Yang Mingchao's answer was very concise, but it made Zhang Lin feel shocked in his heart, and at the same time, a chill surged in his back.

Was this what the team did on purpose? Deliberately trying to get him out of the alliance and leave the world of the Holy Light?

Zhang Lin didn't understand.

He started playing in the Holy Light Pro League at the age of fourteen and has been playing for six years now. In the past six years, he has brought a small unknown studio to the backbone of the league and is the favorite for the championship.

Although he has not won the championship, he has an extremely dazzling honor,

the king of heads-up! Yes, since entering the league, he has not tasted a defeat in the singles competition, and he is the undisputed king of heads-up

, and is even known as the first swordsman.

So Zhang Lin doesn't understand, even if the club doesn't want him, he can trade it out, both sides are beneficial, why bother to do so much? What is the benefit of the club?

"Why?" Zhang Lin gritted his teeth and asked, his voice slightly low.

Yang Mingchao stood up, shook the clothes on his body, and said indifferently: "I don't have to explain to you, the club has terminated your contract, so after you pay the fine, you can leave today." He

squeezed the ticket in his hand fiercely, turned his head and left the office.

Back in his room at the club, Zhang Lin sat on the bed he had slept in for six years.

He is an orphan who grew up in an orphanage, and then became obsessed with online games, and he was out of control. After joining the clan, he made it his home, and never thought that he would leave one day.

And now, he is once again a homeless orphan.

He pulled out his bank card, which he barely used because he didn't have much to spend. But there wasn't much money left, and it was estimated that it would be enough to pay the fine.

Zhang Lin's salary is the best in the club, but he has a girlfriend who loves money very much. Her name is Zhao Rui, and she is also a member of the Weiba team, but she is just a marginal figure, because she is beautiful and has some commercial value, she can stay in the club with a basic salary, which is purely a vase. And Zhang Lin also had no time to accompany her because the training intensity was far beyond others, so he compensated with money.

Over time, Zhang Lin's salary basically does not belong to him, but he is also very satisfied when he sees that Zhao Rui can be satisfied with his current life.

Thinking of this, Zhang Lin had a headache, now that he has nothing, will Zhao Rui still follow him?

Zhang Lin sighed and began to pack his luggage. I didn't have much to pack, though, except for a broken box containing a game helmet in the corner under the bed, put it in my backpack, and closed the door.

The news that Zhang Lin breached the contract and was suspended was known to the whole club, and there were many people who came to see him off, but it was not very good.

"Yo, Team Zhang, just leave, don't you say hello to your brothers?"

A handsome-looking young man walked over with a group of team members, and smiled at Zhang Lin: "Well, it's also the captain, although it's not very competent, but if you want to go, we all have to give you a ride." "

This person's name is Liang Sheng, the deputy team of the Weiba team, although he has the heart to compete with Zhang Lin, but he is not as good as Zhang Lin in terms of technology and fame, and he has always been pressed by Zhang Lin, and he has some grievances. Now that Zhang Lin has left, he will naturally become the new captain, and there is no objection to this.

"Team Liang is right, we have been carrying the black pot in the team for so many years, and our backs are bent. Now, I can finally stand up straight and speak. "

That is, the brothers are thinking about whether to go out and have a big rub and celebrate. "

Why don't we have a farewell party for Captain

Zhang Lin?"

Zhang Lin sighed secretly when he listened, the team has been focusing on team run-in over the years, because the team's individual strength is really not bad, but it is always a little far from the championship, and the problem is in the team competition. And because Zhang Lin is extremely popular, all the condemnation outside the alliance is focused on Liang Sheng's group of people, and they feel that they are dragging Zhang Lin back, which makes Liang Sheng and others dissatisfied.

Over time, they also became more and more excluded from Zhang Lin, unable to form a whole at all, and their performance became worse and worse.

"No need.

Zhang Lin waved his hand and bypassed Liang Sheng.

Liang Sheng turned his head and smiled evilly, and said: "Let's see the strength of the team I lead in the new season, without you as a tumor, we will play more smoothly."

Zhang Lin's body trembled, but he didn't pay attention to it, just looked around, hoping to see that familiar figure.

Unfortunately, no.

Zhang Lin was very disappointed, and at the same time he realized something. Leaving the club by himself, or even leaving the Holy Light Professional League, of course, will not be as simple as the exclusion of the team, there must be other reasons.

Unwillingly, Zhang Lin took out his mobile phone and dialed Zhao Rui's number.

"Hey, Rui. "

Well, what's wrong?" Zhao Rui's crisp and pleasant voice came from the phone.

"I'm leaving. "

Oh. "

You... Isn't there anything you want to say to me?" Zhang Lin paused for a long time, and finally said this.

"Nope.

Listening to this crisp answer, Zhang Lin closed his eyes, and it was as he expected.

"So be it. Zhang Lin exhaled, and then resolutely left the door of the Weiba Club, never looking back.

......

Zhang Lin, who had nowhere to go, suddenly lost his source of livelihood, and he couldn't imagine that he would one day be so down. The money in the card has paid the fine, and there is only a little change left, and it is not enough to rent a house.

Reluctantly slept in the park all night, Zhang Lin felt that this was not a problem, and he had to find a job.

Thinking so, Zhang Lin wandered all over the street, paying attention to whether there was any recruitment information in front of each store.

After a while, Zhang Lin stood at the door of a store.

This store didn't post any job postings, but it was a Holy Light game hall.

As the holographic online game of Holy Light becomes more and more popular, some related ancillary industries have naturally emerged, such as such game halls. Because the Holy Light is a one-person-one-number system, everyone can only play one profession, which is so boring, so many people want to experience various professions.

One such place is the arcade, which is not an online game, but an arcade battle format, where you can choose any class to play against your opponents.

Of course, it's not just the profession that's appealing, it's also a small casino.

Zhang Lin entered the game hall, walked to the cash register, glanced at the leaflet on the table, and then threw out a ten-yuan bill and said, "Let's have a ten-yuan game currency." The

female cashier impatiently threw Zhang Lin a white coin, and after Zhang Lin left, she muttered: "Poor and sour, just buy a minimum denomination, it's better not to buy it."

A long-haired beauty next to her hurriedly said, "Xiaoling, you be quiet." How many coins people buy is free, do you have any control?"

The cashier named Xiaoling rolled his eyes and said, "Boss, you are kind." There are only two kinds of people who can buy a ten-yuan coin, or the technology is too good, and one coin can win a bunch. Or I'm embarrassed to run in and rub the air conditioner and buy a coin to sit here for a day. "

What do you think of him?" said the long-haired beauty.

"Do you need to say?" Xiao Ling pouted at Zhang Lin in the distance.

Zhang Lin was looking at the LCD TV on the wall in the game hall at this time, and he didn't mean to play games at all, it did look like he was here to rub the air conditioner.

What is playing on the TV is some news of the Holy Light Professional League, and the most page is the news about Zhang Lin's account being closed yesterday due to the breach of contract in the boycott, and the handsome image of Zhang Lin's swordsman Mu Linsen also appeared on the screen.

The faces in the holy light are randomly generated based on the general appearance of the person, and it is difficult to say whether he is ugly or handsome. And Zhang Lin didn't know what shit luck he had when he created this account, he was a mess.

Although Zhang Lin is not ugly, he is not handsome, so for the sake of commercial benefits, the club only promotes the image of Mu Linsen, which has attracted great popularity. Fortunately, it is a holographic online game, whether it is a live game or a TV broadcast, it is carried out in the game, and Zhang Lin himself does not need to appear in the public eye.

"Zhang Lin actually broke the contract and closed his account, my God, I'm a big fan of him, I can't imagine that his character is so bad. A player beside Zhang Lin looked up to the sky and sighed.

"The king of heads-up, a generation of tragic heroes? "

He's just a piece of trash, he has good skills and a bird, I said, why haven't I seen him compete recently, and if he doesn't have a good record, he will quit the game, and he really uses himself as a wrist?"

"What's that!".

The players in the game hall angrily criticized Zhang Lin's character, and on TV, Yang Mingchao, the manager of the Weiba team, also counted Zhang Lin's mistakes with an angry face, saying that he looked down on his teammates, molested female players, refused to obey the club's arrangements, etc., how dirty and dirty he was. So in the spirit of righteousness, the club reported his behavior to the league and was punished by banning the account.

Xiao Ling at the cash register saw the report on the TV, glanced at the long-haired beauty next to her, and said, "Boss, you seem to be a fan of Zhang Lin too, right?"

"It used to be, but now it's not." The long-haired beauty sighed and shook her head. "I didn't expect him to be this kind of person, it's really blind. "