E-sports god's black powder

All the big teams are gearing up for training, review, and retraining. They all want to find out and correct all problems in advance before the start of the WCP World Championship.

After intense training, the IU team had a day off due to problems filling out the competition form.

on vacation?

Now that it's a holiday, Gu Qingyao is going to go back to eat the meal made by Gu's mother.

Because there are glass windows or mirrors everywhere in the team and home, the little bat has not been released by him for a long time.

Taking advantage of the holiday, he could find an opportunity to release the little bat in private.

Apart from him, even with the news of the holiday, Milkshake is pulling You Yong for the final assault training.

JLY had already gone back to the dormitory to sleep, and Aab was sitting in his seat, training hard even though he was on vacation.

Sang had long since disappeared.

Because of Sang's cheerful personality, he has friends everywhere in the team.

Yesterday Sang heard that there was a beautiful girl in the youth training camp, but no, she disappeared after the training.

Gu Qingyao walked out of the gate of the club, and unexpectedly received a call from Baihao, a snail net.

"Mr. Gu," Bai Hao couldn't laugh or cry, "After all, you are also one of the shareholders of Snail, how can you take the lead and not live broadcast?"

"As one of the bosses, you also want to broadcast live?" Gu Qingyao waved to stop a taxi, "Why, plan to pay me an extra salary?"

"This is not the IU team that signed a contract with us. It has not started broadcasting since the end of the OPL World Championship," Bai Hao explained to Gu Qingyao, "Now that the WCP World Championship is coming, there are no professional players to stand for us, even if it is Snail.com. We want to create a wave of enthusiasm, but the fans don't agree."

Gu Qingyao didn't want to deal with business matters. After he dealt with Bai Hao with a few words, he suddenly remembered the fans in his live broadcast room.

or after going back...

Just live broadcast?

So when Gu Qingyao changed from a daily update party to a seasonal update party, the fans were teary-eyed when they saw the missing person finally live broadcast.

——Dog thief, you finally think of us!

——I want to tell my grandpa that the anchor he followed has finally started broadcasting!

——If this happens again, I will not be able to persist and cancel the level! [crying] [grievance]

——At this time, it should be time to submit the registration form, right?

——Qing Yao's first official match, looking forward to it!

The little bat swiped out from Gu Qingyao's fingers, wrapped its small wings around itself, and the aggrieved Balabala kept talking.

"Squeak creak!!"

Although the broadcast started, Gu Qingyao didn't turn on the voice. Hearing that this little thing dared to choke with him, he curled his fingers and gave Little Bat a headache!

Little Bat sat down on the keyboard, his little eyes immediately filled with tears, and there was a lot of drama.

"Squeak!"

"Xia Yuhe?" Gu Qingyao glanced at the little bat, and saw it sobbing with its small head raised and its nose raised, "Xia Yuhe by the Daming Lake should not be as ugly as you."

"Squeak, creak!" Little Bat sat on the keyboard, stomping his feet angrily when he heard his master mocking him.

"I've never been in love, so why talk about a change of heart? It doesn't exist."

Now the little bat covered its little head with its wings sadly, sobbed, and a big tear fell on the table.

Feeling the emotion from the little bat, Gu Qingyao pinched the nape of the little bat's neck with two fingers, lifted it up and put it aside.

He tapped the keyboard and let the page start loading the game.

"The iron dog is here, go find it to play?"

"Squeak."

"Not in the mood?" Gu Qingyao raised his eyebrows, "Since you're not in the mood, then come back."

When the little bat heard it, he didn't bother to wipe his tears anymore, and flew out of the window as soon as he spread his wings.

Gu Qingyao just turned on the microphone and greeted everyone.

"I've been busy recently, so I didn't think about the live broadcast." Gu Qingyao casually matched a pair of medical soldiers, and played very carefully. "If you want to watch me play games, pay attention when the WCP starts."

——Listen up, everyone!It's not that I don't have time to live broadcast, it's because I didn't think about it, the scumbag is real!

——Will Qing Yao's playing as a medical soldier affect the feel of the vanguard now?

——Da Da Da Da I love you!Cycle a hundred times a day!

——Since this group of brainless fans came to the live broadcast room, the painting style of the whole live broadcast room has changed!

"After being reminded by you, I remembered that I used to repost the lottery on the eve of the IU team's competition. This time I have joined the IU team, so it is a bit embarrassing to repost the lottery."

With that said, Gu Qingyao minimized the game window, skillfully opened the diary, and entered the lottery amount.

[Qing Yao] The WCP World Championship is about to start, and there will be a lottery draw, just enter in the comments: IU team will win, Qing Yao is invincible!There will be a lottery draw, with 3 prizes, the first prize is 1 yuan for 1 person, the second prize is 8000 yuan for 20 people, and the third prize is 1000 yuan for 300 people.

——Mom sells batches, saying that she is embarrassed, but her body is very honest!

——Copied and pasted, please win!

——Did Qing Yao go bankrupt this year? The bonus set this time is less than before.

"Do I have the money to burn it?" Gu Qingyao sneered, "I have joined this year, and the victory still depends on the lottery?"

After posting the lottery diary, Gu Qingyao stopped managing it.

——Oh no!You wrote a lottery deadline!

——So careless, I feel that I have no hope of winning the lottery!

——I have copied and pasted N+1 entries, and I feel that I am one step closer to winning the prize.

——Date of the lottery Date of the lottery!

Gu Qingyao returned to the game interface, tapped his fingers nimbly on the keyboard, controlled the characters in the game to move and dodge, and sent healing in time when his teammates were bleeding.

Now he is playing the small account given to him by the club. The large account has been registered by the league as a professional account, and now it can no longer be easily used in the live broadcast room.

But Gu Qingyao liked the trumpet's name very much.

[Beautiful God]

Gu Qingyao thinks that the ID of this account is especially in line with his temperament.

After aimlessly matching two rounds, Gu Qingyao was ready to play, "The last one, if you lose, continue the live broadcast, if you win, you will broadcast, no one will stop me."

——If you have the ability, you can reverse it!

——Hehe, find a reason for being lazy and report it!

——Ah, ah, male god, you are right in everything you say!Take a good rest after downloading!

——Damn it, there are always fans whose style of painting is different from ours.

Gu Qingyao wanted to download it, but he didn't expect that in a new game, he would be matched with Chu Tiangan, a professional player from the LTG team who is also a pioneer!

At first, when Gu Qingyao saw the ID "Meng Keke", he thought it was a girl, and he didn't think much about it. It wasn't until he saw that the barrage began to boil, that he realized that Meng Keke was actually a trumpet!

Punch the pole!

Uncle pole!

Dream cocoa?

Gu Qingyao, who has always been as stable as an old dog, hesitated after looking at the female character in a pink skirt and pigtails on the screen.

——No, ah, ah, ah!

——I want to see Uncle Gan! ! !As long as you finish this game, I dare to call you daddy!

——Hahahaha Uncle Gan's trumpet image scared Qing Yao!

——Who made our Uncle Gan have a girl fan in his heart?

The author has something to say: I’m too tired today, so I’ll just write something like this...

Since you all say that I am short, if I am not short, I will be sorry for your eager expectations. Are you right?

Good night, don't stay up late to grab the sofa, go to bed early.