I became Piktao’s elf

"no..."

The assistant was irritated by the big man's look that looked like he was mentally retarded, "I mean, he is different from Ling'er and Piktao, and Piktao and Ling'er still live together, and the three of them... often get together. "

"Fuck!"

The boss was shocked!

Is this such a good thing that he looks so handsome on horseback?

Young man, you are better than I was back then!

Ahem, of course these words are what the boss is thinking.

He put out the cigarette, looked at An Lan chatting and laughing in front of the camera, and Ling'er who stared at him with stars in his eyes. He smiled for a long time and said, "It doesn't matter anymore. We can't make blind guesses, right? I'll go with Xiao Wang." Let’s talk and let him give his men a warning.”

"Yes."

"Yes." The person in charge looked at An Lan on the screen and nodded with satisfaction, "The young man is really good-looking and very confident. He is very suitable to be the spokesperson of KPL, and the way he talks is very similar to me when I was young. !”

"Yes, yes, yes." The assistant was still nodding and applauding. The screen on the wall was muted at this time, so the two of them did not hear the content of An Lan's interview, otherwise the person in charge would definitely not have said that!

......

Live interview

"Okay player An Lan, now that you have won this game, what do you want to say to the Wolves?"

"Well..." An Lan said with an honest face: "Failure is the mother of success, come on."

"Oh...haha." Ling'er glared at him, and then continued to ask calmly: "How about the performance of Ling Yu, the opponent against us today?"

"It's very good!" An Lan nodded and said with admiration: "Lingyu player played very well. Each game is better than the last. He is also the first jungler to start against our jungler. He is indeed very strong."

Just when Ling'er was relieved and thinking that An Lan was finally done with the trouble, An Lan finally said, "He is worthy of the title of Little An Lan!"

As soon as this statement came out, the audience, both in the live broadcast room and in the audience, burst into joy.

"Hahahaha! Damn it, I knew it was impossible for Lan Gou not to live in trouble!"

"Xiao Anlan, damn, you made me laugh to death. God is on a horse, Xiao Anlan, did you seal him?"

"I never remember Lingyu having this title. Can Langou still give others nicknames?"

"It's so funny, I won't watch next year's Happy Comedians without Lan Gou! What kind of competition are you competing in? Go to a talk show."

"Look at Ling'er's face turning dark. This makes me laugh so hard. I don't know how to interview! Hahahaha!"

"Lan Gou has no quality at all, so he can just criticize others when he wins? Lingyu is your senior, and you don't respect him at all? You know how long your life in KPL will last!"

"Go upstairs! I don't know what eternity means, I, An Lan, only know that the winner is king!!!"

Seeing An Lan's honest and treacherous look, Ling'er couldn't hold it back and pinched him directly.

"You are well!"

This coquettish cry came out through the microphone, and the flirting scene was directly seen by tens of millions of people!

"Damn it, grab Ling'er and kill Lan Gou. Gun in hand, come with me!"

"A perfect match! A perfect match!"

"A good match for Nima, is Lan Gou worthy of Ling'er?"

"Lanbao is mine, Ling'er is a rotten fish! Lanbao, don't be deceived by a bad woman, my sister is willing to support you!"

"Excuse me upstairs, An Lan plays tank battle with you every day? I feel very good, Piketao is mine, haha!"

Ling'er, who spoke subconsciously, blushed when she heard the commotion in the audience. When An Lan saw it, she picked up the microphone and looked at her, and said softly, "Okay."

The mellow voice made the entire audience lose their focus. Looking at the pink live broadcast room for a moment, the one-handed dog watching the live broadcast shed tears of sadness.

I was watching an e-sports competition, and it was like tricking a dog into killing it! ! !

Ling'er was a little drunk. She asked two questions in a daze and ended the interview.

An Lan wasn't doing anything, and his straightforward answers made her feel relieved.

But the gentle "Okay" that came to her ears when she was at a loss has been completely remembered in Ling'er's heart.

GIFs made from this paragraph have also begun to circulate on the Internet. For fans and singles of the two, it is simply a man silently crying.

......

WB and his party returned to the club after having supper according to tradition, but An Lan parted ways with them because the club owner, Mr. Wang, directly asked the driver to drive his Rolls-Royce to pick An Lan up.

Under everyone's envious eyes, An Lan got into a Rolls Royce and headed to the club where Mr. Wang was.

He was also puzzled because he didn't bring anyone with him this time.

Beckman, who could only guess something, patted him on the shoulder before leaving and said nothing under the driver's gaze.

......

While driving, the Shanghai city outside the car window was like a city that never sleeps, with gorgeous neon lights lighting up the entire city.

This is a city that carries dreams, where the poor, the rich, the ambitious, and the strivers all gather here to pursue their dreams.

Looking at the vehicles that were driving side by side and taking the initiative to avoid them, and looking at the pedestrians looking at the cars with envious eyes outside the car windows, An Lan knew that this was a city full of desires.

"Master, where are we going?"

An Lan knew that the driver, if not loyal to Mr. Wang, was not someone he could talk to, so he just asked some irrelevant questions.

"Tea tasting club."

"Oh, thank you." An Lan nodded, took out his phone and started searching.

The driver looked through the rearview mirror and saw An Lan lowering his head to check his cell phone. He smiled and said, "No need to check."

"Speaking of which, I am also a fan of yours. The game just now was very exciting."

"Ah? Thank you! Thank you, brother." An Lan put down the phone and thanked her seriously.

"Yeah." The driver was obviously very helpful. "You don't have to be so polite. I just drive for Mr. Wang."

If you believe me, I will be Shabi!

Although An Lan complained in his heart, he listened carefully on his face.

Sure enough, the driver thought for a moment and said, "I don't know anything else, but Mr. Wang had been on the phone with Kpl's relevant personnel for an hour."

"Ah! Thank you, brother!" An Lan nodded without saying anything more.

This information is so important, because it means that this time Mr. Wang comes to him alone, there is a 9% certainty that it is the team's problem.

The [rebellion of the substitutes] has been resolved last time, what will happen then?

With a head full of confusion, An Lan finally arrived at his destination.

As soon as he got off the car, he was dumbfounded.

At first glance, there are no cheap cars parked around.

"I'll park the car. Just go in by yourself. Someone should pick you up at the door."

"Oh, okay." An Lan thanked him and walked towards the gate of the ancient building in front of him. Sure enough, someone was there to pick him up.

Under the guidance of the waiter, An Lan turned left and right, and finally came to a private room.

"Please." The waiter turned around and left neatly.

An Lan raised his eyebrows, adjusted his team uniform, and then knocked on the door.