After quitting the gun game, the whole world is forcing me to come back

A check worth 1000 million lay quietly on the coffee table, and no one touched it.

He Cheng continued, "I know that this money is nothing to you, so please take it as my wish. I hope you can help me, an old man over half a century old, realize my lifelong wish."

The sincere attitude made Lin Xihe's heart twitch, and his eyebrows couldn't help furrowing. The check was like a boulder falling in his heart, making him breathless.

Chi Yu smiled, "Uncle Cheng's lifelong wish is to get the God of Spear Crown?"

These words seemed to make He Cheng fall into the memories of the past, he sighed, "I just don't want one day when Granca returns to the field, the God of Gun Crown who once fought side by side has become his enemy."

Lin Xihe lowered his eyes and looked out of the window slightly sideways.

At this moment, he seemed to hear the sound of crowds, the rumble of helicopters, the sound of gunfire hitting the eardrum, the commentator was analyzing the situation on the field excitedly, and the audience burst into screams like thunder.

"This year's champion is still the European miracle--Gransim!"

"Gransim took out his gun! The god of gun crown at the top of the standings!"

After that was Boris slumped on the ground.

The man who was always lenient and polite in his impression and took care of him like an older brother got drunk in the bar.

"Why, Boris?" he asked coldly, trembling fingers betraying his pent-up anger.

"Why? Hehe, the miracle of Europe, the god of the gun crown, you have everything, and me! When I mention my name, everyone only knows that I am your partner, and who remembers that I am also a world-class SS rank Player? You are obviously a team, and you are also the founder of Team Alpha, so why are you several times as popular and paid as me?"

"It's not fair, Granca. You betrayed me first, I'm just fighting for what I deserve!"

Lin Xihe got up slowly, "I'm going to see Wafu."

Chi Yu and He Chengcheng didn't speak, they just watched him shuffling and disappearing through the door.

"Uncle Cheng must know a lot of masters, why did you find me?"

Chi Yu's question brought He Cheng back to his senses, "Because you were hit by the God of the Gun Crown, I believe in Granka's judgment, and your outstanding performance in the previous M Cup Challenge convinced me even more. With this, you can become a player as good as him, and if it were you, you would definitely be able to compete with world-class players."

The rich Germans hold survival competitions with great fanfare, and the prizes are such a gimmick that the god of the gun crown will definitely attract top players from all over the world. Private competitions are neither controlled by the international competition committee nor involve changes in the number of stars. Presumably many black players and retired players who have been disqualified from the competition will also come to participate, and the difficulty is no less difficult than the World Cup.

Chi Yu raised the corner of his lips suddenly, "Thank you for your love, and thank you for telling me the good news. I will definitely participate in this private competition, but not for you, but for myself."

He Cheng watched him silently, the eagerness in the young man's eyes was very much like that of Gransim, he knew that Chi Yu would not accept the money, and it was impossible to hand over the God of Spear Crown to him.

"Then, I have a kind request. In any case, don't let Boris Sokolov get this gun."

Chi Yu raised his eyebrows, "You seem to know a lot."

He Cheng didn't want to say, "I'm just guessing. If the God of the Spear Crown is destined to find a new master through this competition, I also hope that it will be someone whose character and strength are worthy of his former master."

"On this point, we coincide with each other."

Chi Yu sent He Cheng out, while Lin Xihe was squatting in front of the kennel to play with the waffle, cheerful laughter came from the yard from time to time.

He Cheng paused and looked at it for a long time.

Chi Yu followed his gaze, "He won't participate in this competition."

He Cheng suddenly remembered the text message he received from Gransim after the incident, "He is very happy."

Chi Yu smiled and seemed to disagree, but he didn't say anything.

After He Cheng left, Chi Yu closed the door, seeing Lin Xihe who was grooming Waffle, his mood seemed to improve.

"Does Wafu like the snacks you bought?" He knelt down beside Lin Xihe.

Lin Xihe noticed that He Cheng's figure disappeared at the gate, and turned his gaze back, "Of course, I bought Waffle's favorite flavor, right, Waffle?"

Hua Fu tilted his head and rolled in Lin Xihe's arms, wagging his tail to express his affection.Lin Xihe stared at Wa Fu contentedly, as if this was his whole world.

Chi Yu patted Wafu's head twice, "You're going to spoil him."

Lin Xihe pursed his lower lip, and his smile became a little more sour, "A dog's life is only a short ten years, I hope Waffle can live happily and carefree every day."

Chi Yu stood up, casting a shadow over Lin Xihe's head.

"Are you happy without any worries?"

This somewhat inexplicable question made Lin Xihe turn his head. Chi Yu put his hands in his pockets and looked down at him. Those deep eyes seemed to be able to see through his soul and heart.

"If it were me, even if I only have one day to live, I would still be a master. The shorter life is, the more wonderful it should be. Thinking about nothing every day, not worrying about the next meal, not worrying about the future, is happiness ?"

Lin Xihe opened his mouth, but did not answer.These few words seemed to hit his heart, and he couldn't help thinking, is he really happy?

In the past few years after quitting the survival competition circle, his life was simple and peaceful, and it could even be said to be smooth sailing, but he always felt that something was missing.

He didn't answer, and Chi Yu didn't ask again, "Xihe, I want to ask for leave."

Lin Xihe immediately regained his composure, "Are you going to participate in the competition? Do you know that private survival competitions are very dangerous? There are no formal competition facilities, but players are required to sign a disclaimer. Sloppy, no one can guarantee that there will be no accidents, and besides, you are in the third year of high school."

"I know," Chi Yu replied easily, "But, there will be no second match where you can compete with all the top players in the world, whether they are professional players or private players."

Lin Xihe saw longing in Chi Yu's eyes, it was a kind of excitement about to challenge the strong, maybe for him, the gun crown god is not important at all, what is important is the game itself.

He also loved survival competition so deeply, how could he not understand its charm?

Lin Xihe backed down, "You can't secretly go to the competition, you must ask your parents for permission."

Chi Yu turned his head and cut it.

"Don't think I'll let you go away secretly, if I don't receive a leave call from your parents, I won't agree!"

"Got it, got it." Chi Yu moved back to Shi Shi, and asked abruptly, "Are you coming?"

Lin Xihe paused slightly, Chi Yu asked this question very easily, but Lin Xihe found it so difficult to answer.

The God of the Gun Crown.

The God of the Gun Crown.

He murmured silently in his heart, then chuckled and said, "No."

"Then it seems that if I help you reject Uncle Cheng, there is nothing wrong with rejecting."

Lin Xihe was taken aback, but he was a little surprised that he gave up so easily this time. In the past few times, he always tried every means to make himself his partner.

Chi Yu seemed to see through his thoughts, "I won't force you to do what you don't want to do."

Lin Xihe was a little moved, "Then what are you going to do?"

"Ask Boss Yang on the rest day, he should be willing to compete with me."

Lin Xihe nodded, "Yang Zi's professional qualification level is A-level, which just meets the requirements. He has rich experience in competitions, and he cooperates with you tacitly."

"But I have to wrong Boss Yang for giving me the God of the Spear Crown."

"You also want the God of the Spear Crown?"

After Lin Xihe asked this question, he felt that his question was stupid. It was the gun that ranked first in the weapon spectrum. Just relying on the reputation of this gun, its users could be sent to the altar, otherwise, how could there be so many professions? The team did not hesitate to spend a lot of money to buy this gun?

Chi Yu grinned, "Of course, you can earn at least 1000 million if you resell it, which is much more profitable than playing games."

Lin Xihe twitched the corners of his mouth, saying that the god of the gun crown is only RMB in the eyes of this guy.

"Let's go, don't stand here, it might rain later."

Lin Xihe asked quickly, "Then, can Waffle come into the house?"

"can."

As soon as Chi Yu spoke, Lin Xihe immediately got busy. He put away the snacks and small toys, led Waffle into the house, and at the same time there was rumbling thunder outside the house.He suddenly remembered that rainy night, and he was even more disappointed when he learned the reason from Boris.

"Is this why you abandoned me?"

Boris also lost the hysterical appearance before, but said indifferently, "These are not small things, Granca, you won't understand how important it is to me."

He stepped back two steps, thunder and lightning flashed outside the window, and the torrential rain poured down.

"Really? Obviously you have always been my most respected..."

The low whisper made Boris raise his head, and the moment of regret made him want to step forward and hug his old friend, but he only took half a step before Gransim raised his head.

"I will never forget how you rescued me from the mountain when I was seven years old. If this is the result you expected, then as you wish, I will leave this arena forever."

The wooden door of the bar creaked, and the man strode into the storm, his golden brown hair becoming the only color in the night.

Boris sat down slumped. He knew that he was safe. Grassim would not report him, nor would he resist the decision made by the federation. Riots, demonstrations, and all pressure would end with Grassim's silence. Finish.

It's just that he lost his most important friend, and it's just that he will not owe each other in the future.