King's return

Wen You chuckled: "He? He's still sleeping, don't worry about him, let's eat ours."

The word "Rongjian" attracted many people's attention to this place.

"Hey, isn't that a warm hen? Come, sit here." Kuangfeng greeted him from afar, holding a bowl of millet porridge with two eggs stuffed in his hand.

"You're popular." Jones shuffled along and pouted.

Wen You conveniently picked up two fried dough sticks from the dining table and brought them over: "Hey, long time no see, Kuangfeng."

Fengfeng looked at Jones and asked in confusion, "When will our training camp accept foreigners?"

"Hi! I'm J from the German KANO Club." Jones happily introduced himself, "Have you admired my name for a long time?"

"Pfft—" Kuangfeng almost spit out a mouthful of porridge in his mouth.

Wen You smiled subtly: "Jone just wanted to say that he has admired his name for a long time."

Tank and PLAX leaned over and laughed straight: "So it's KANO's super red card, it's said in Chinese, it looks pretty good."

Jones embarrassedly scratched the sorrel curly hair: "Where is where."

The others looked at him speechlessly, and said in unison: "It should be 'Where is that'."

After they chatted for a while, Uncle Rong finally followed Lin Yanxiu into the restaurant slowly.

The previous NGC champion, the well-known "vest leader" in the competitive game industry, and the focus of various news recently, suddenly became the focus of attention.

Rong Jian was wearing a smoky gray shirt today, which was very neatly ironed, and his slender legs were wrapped under the straight trousers.

After staying at home for such a long time, my legs have almost recovered, and I can walk a little faster, but in the eyes of ordinary people, it is still as slow as a snail.

Lin Yanxiu, who was used to taking relatively large steps, had to slow down to cooperate with him.

When the two snails groaned and wriggled to the special breakfast area, everyone's necks were sore from watching.

Uncle Rong's non-mainstream hairstyle clearly appeared in everyone's field of vision, and whoever was the first to burst out laughing, teased with a Chinese Japanese tone: "Yo, Rong Jian , isn’t your cute hairstyle a little bit sharp? Haha!”

Rong Jian looked over at the man, and saw a fat man sitting beside Wen You, pointing at his hair with a smile.

"Oh," he fiddled with it nonchalantly, and said calmly, "because the barber 'can't'."

Lin Yanxiu, who was serving porridge with his back turned to him, paused, and suddenly his face was a little hot. He raised his elbow and bumped him, humming: "Eat yours, stop talking nonsense."

Rong Jian looked left and right on the two dining tables for a while, and the stump of hair on the top of his head fluttered back and forth.

Suddenly his eyes lit up, and he quickly filled a bowl full of vermicelli.

Glimpsed by Lin Yanxiu from the corner of his eye, he thought silently in his heart that this guy has always been obsessed with eating fans.

After a while, Rong Jian had already started eating fans, and PLAX next to him joked, "Brother Jian, I haven't seen you for half a year, so I don't know how you're progressing? Why don't we discuss it later? "

Rong Jian raised his eyelids to look at him, then slowly put down the bowl and chopsticks and said, "You want to challenge me?"

The word "challenge" is used for those with low strength against those with high strength. The other party is a well-known senior master figure in the game industry. It's nothing more than normal for such words to come out of Rong Jian's mouth.

"Ah, that's right." PLAX wasn't angry at all, it should be said that people who were used to Rong Jian's arrogant appearance before naturally calmed down.

"Okay." Rong Jian nodded slightly, and continued to eat vigorously.

Everyone has long been accustomed to this guy's indifference, and they didn't care at all at the moment, continuing to gossip.

"Does anyone know who that mysterious master is?" A boy who played the orc clan knocked on the bowl. He was as thin as a monkey and tender as a high school student.

The person sitting across from him shook his head: "If I let you know, what a mystery?"

"Hey, there are two months left, and the NGC will start. If I can make it into the top ten this time, it will be worth dying!"

"Is this the pursuit?!"

"Tsk, don't you look at those wolves and tigers sitting at that table, can you fight?"

"Yeah, I guess I didn't say anything."

"Speaking of which, the boss of OP really treats Rong Jian as a treasure, and he personally follows this small training camp."

"Hush, he's just sitting there, keep your voice down."

"Hey, look, isn't that what WT's Lu Ting did? He also came in person?"

"It really is…"

At the entrance of the elevator, a man hurriedly walked towards here, and only slowed down when he got closer.

Lu Tinggan's expression was light, it seemed that he didn't sleep well last night, and he wasn't as energetic as usual.

He casually made some clear porridge at the table, searched the crowd for a while, and sat down at the table of Lin Yanxiu and Rong Jian uninvited.

"Good morning, both of you," Lu Tinggan nodded with a smile on his face, "Did you sleep well last night?"

Rong Jian, who was eating vermicelli, said that his mouth was very busy and did not speak.

"It's okay." Lin Yanxiu greeted politely, "Boss Lu doesn't look very energetic."

Lu Tinggan scooped up a spoonful of porridge, brought it to his mouth, blew it, and said with a smile, "Boss Lin is being paranoid, I'm fine."

After a few words, the two had nothing to say and continued to eat their own food.

Lu Tinggan silently drank the rice porridge, which was as light as boiled water, with a strange taste on his tongue, like chewing wax.

Suddenly the phone in his pocket started to vibrate, he frowned and opened it, and there was a text message from an unfamiliar number: "Baby~ I'm hungry, hurry up and bring some breakfast."

Seeing this tone, Boss Lu's heart was twisted, and he could tell which narcissist was crazy with his feet.

It's not easy to get angry when it's in a public place, so I just replied patiently: "Come down and eat by yourself."

"How can I do that?! How can the empress dine with commoners?! Baby, hurry up, I'll wait for you on the bed~"

Lu Tinggan immediately vomited blood in his heart, his hand holding the mobile phone was trembling with anger, and he drank the remaining clear porridge silently with a livid face.

"You two take it easy, I'll take a step first." Before leaving, Lu Tinggan did not forget to greet politely, called the waiter to pack a copy, and walked to the elevator with it.

Rong Jian finally finished his breakfast, wiped his mouth, and said slowly: "He seems to be different from yesterday."

Lin Yanxiu looked at him in surprise: "You actually care about him?"

Rong Jian continued to drink milk slowly, and found a gap to say something inexplicable: "This is called knowing yourself and your enemy."

After everyone had breakfast, the receptionist MM rushed over excitedly and led a group of people to the dedicated training room.

"There are a total of ten people in this training camp, including Mr. Lin and Mr. Jones who are watching." The receptionist MM couldn't help but glance at Jones. She has seen a lot of domestic game masters, but foreign ones can only be seen on TV. See you.

"When we get to the training room later, our mysterious head coach will tell everyone the training plan for the next week."

Hearing this sentence, everyone couldn't help but start to guess curiously, who is this person?

The training room is a multifunctional video game hall.

The main hall is an entertainment and leisure place. In addition to the common arcade machines and TV game areas, there are bar counters, fitness areas, etc. On the side of the main hall, there is a long series of small private rooms equipped with entertainment and game-type desktop computers, which are somewhat similar to high-end Internet cafes. Box form.

The intensive training camp is actually co-hosted by several super clubs in China, so there is no shortage of funds. Being able to book the entire entertainment hall in this five-star hotel for a whole week is not an ordinary person with deep pockets.

"Everyone chooses a private room as your training room, and the next time will be arranged by the coach."

Everyone in the room stared at the gate in unison, expecting a heavyweight legendary figure to come out, but waited and waited, the door was still silent, and nothing happened.

But at this moment, the speakers in the corner of the ceiling of the hall began to surround the three-dimensional public: "Hi, you guys, are you waiting impatiently for me?"

This frivolous and arrogant and narcissistic voice immediately made all the contestants present look embarrassed.

Immediately afterwards, the horn rang again: "You guys, I will train you this time, hahaha, don't be too grateful to me!"

The faces of the group of people were all embarrassing, and they became very speechless again, thinking where did this guy come from, he was even more exaggerated than Rong Jian.

However, Lu Tinggan, who was in the suite on the twentieth floor at the moment, looked at Junjie, who was squatting on a chair talking to himself into the microphone, and rubbed his throbbing temple feebly.

In order to maintain his mysterious identity, Junjie reluctantly used the painful title of "the Emperor".

Lu Tinggan could imagine the expressions of the people downstairs, just like when they were being abused by this noisy guy every day.

He sighed in his heart with infinite sympathy, and he wanted to laugh, but he couldn't help but think of Lin Yanxiu...

what is he doingYou must be very uncomfortable with Junjie's flamboyant tone.

"Baby~ What are you doing in a daze? Pass me the coffee." Jun Jie said this suddenly as he was talking.

Lu Tinggan, who was resting with his eyes closed, almost bit his own tongue, not to mention the sluggish people in the training room downstairs who didn't know the truth.

Fortunately, he was reasonably sensible and didn't swear. If his voice got out, his reputation as the majestic Wt president would be over!

The coffee cup was placed heavily on the table and made a "bang" sound.

Lu Tinggan narrowed his eyes and mouthed something to him: Remember it!

He turned around and left, leaving Junjie smiling cheerfully into the microphone and computer alone.

The players in the training room whispered in various dialects. Lin Yanxiu ordered a cocktail from the bar and sat leisurely on the high chair.

He looked around, Rong Jian was standing among the motley crowd, so conspicuous that he could spot it at a glance.

He couldn't help but think of many years ago, in the dilapidated Internet cafe near H University, even though this man stood quietly and alone in a corner away from the crowd, he still stood out from the crowd with aloofness.

A sip of wine slid down his throat, and the tip of his tongue felt a little spicy.

Lin Yanxiu lightly clasped his fingers on the black and shiny bar, his nail shells reflected slightly under the light.

Rong Jian seemed to be aware of this focused gaze, and turned his head to look at him inadvertently.

The eyes of nothingness met in the air, Lin Yan shaves his face and subconsciously looks away, thinking, the wine must be a bit strong.

As soon as the memory box is opened, many fragments of memories flood in at once, almost making people unprepared.

At that time, it was Wen You who met Rong Jian first, and the two did not know each other.

It's true that Wen You is a natural peacemaker, so it's not bad to be called a warm hen, even if the target is a cold and arrogant ice cube like Rong Jian, it can still melt slowly.

The rest of the University H team got to know Rong Jian through Wen You.

At first, Wen You told them that he, the captain, was tortured to pieces by an unknown kid. Lin Yanxiu and others were not arrogant, and a hundred of them didn't believe it.

He asked for Rong Jian's contact information, and insisted on fighting him a few times in person, but in the end, none of them were left behind.

Rong Jian was never polite when speaking, even if he didn't mean to target anyone.

But the more this was the case, the more unconvinced Lin Yanxiu was. He was a noble son held in the palm of his family since he was a child. He could get whatever he wanted, and to some extent he was similar to Lu Tinggan.

So much so that for quite a long time, Lu Tinggan always felt that they were the only ones who were suitable for each other and could stand side by side.

As for the others...they are not from One World at all.

Lin Yanxiu used to be obsessed with games. The thrill, blood, and passion of fighting in the competitive world were all extremely lacking in his step-by-step life for more than 20 years.

There is a kind of stubbornness in his bones, the more difficult it is to climb, he just refuses to admit defeat.

At that time, he was waiting in front of the computer almost every night, waiting for Rong Jian's profile picture to light up.

Even Rong Jian couldn't help being moved by this tenacity.

Although the venomous tongue is still there, occasionally he will point out the other party with his heart.

Wen You didn't know all this, but Lin Yanxiu's game level improved by leaps and bounds, he was surprised.

But even if Lin Yanxiu finally stood out one day in the NGC, broke into the top ten, and became a well-known master, he never beat Rong Jian once.

In front of him, she was always so small, following Rong Jian's back, it seemed like she would never be able to catch up.

Although he was beaten to death and refused to admit it, Lin Yanxiu admired him from the bottom of his heart.

This noble son's vision has always been extremely high, and he can count on one hand that he can see it. However, Rong Jian, a guy with a super bad personality, a vicious tongue and a cold heart, is different from others after all.

He hoped that Rong Jian could join the school team, and even discussed with Wen You to help him enter H University.

He knew that Rong Jian, like many ordinary students, yearned for university, even though that paralyzed face with high self-esteem would never speak.

But Lin Yanxiu ignored that there was Lu Tinggan beside him.

After H University's school team relied on Rong Jian to win, Lu Tinggan felt that this street gangster had no use value other than being an eyesore.And Lin Yanxiu quarreled with him several times over this kind of bastard, which angered him even more.

Even using family power to force the school not to accept Rong Jian's admission was not enough to appease his anger.

Isn't it just playing games, something that is not doing business and not being popular?

Without this, he is a kid who doesn't even have parents, what else is there that deserves Lin Yanxiu's attention?

The day before Rong Jian disappeared, there was no warning, not even Wen You's notice.

He just completely evaporated from Lin Yanxiu's life circle like that, as if he had never appeared before, no matter how hard he looked, he couldn't find him.

If Lu Ting hadn't made a slip of the tongue after drinking a long time later, Lin Yanxiu wouldn't even have known that Rong Jian's finger—the only finger he had on which the game rested—was broken...