Wild King Trap [E-sports]

The soda tin can in Yu Duo's hand rattled a few times, and after a while, he said in a slightly hoarse voice, "Okay, thank you." He paused, and said clearly, "I'll be waiting for you at the stadium."

Apparently, the seven accounts sent in the next one belong to "XSD, YU". What is certain is that he and "XSD, YU" are 100% mutual acquaintances. They may be teammates, ex-teammates, or It's just a staff member of the club that he hasn't noticed.

And "XSD, YU" doesn't seem to want Yu Duo to know who he is at the moment.

Yu Duo is in no hurry.

Yu Duo lightly smiled and said: "Now you are anonymous, but if you think about it, you can come to me at any time and tell you who you are. ——In this way, I can catch you in a targeted manner in next year's competition."

Yu Duo took a sip of his soda, and said in a brisk tone: "But if you are not a professional player, but a small fan who likes to give me gifts, I suggest you give your mobile phone to your nephew and niece, call the society to help the news, and say that you are underage People give gifts to anchors like crazy, find the platform and I will give you a refund. If you have too much money, it is recommended to use WeChat to pay, I will save it for you, and no commission will be charged.”

The barrage is full of "hahaha":

"? Human language?"

"Anchor teaches people to refund money, super tube warning"

"The implication is: the gift-giving platform takes a commission, just send me the money."

"I don't charge commission either, Alipay account number 156xxxxxxx, deposit money for free"

Yu Duo stared at the barrage without moving. In the blockbuster barrage, "XSD, YU" replied with a ".".

None of the people he knew liked to knock on "." Yu Duo clicked his tongue regretfully, stretched his waist, and said lazily, "Next one. This spider teaches... Spider Ban Is it? Then this Pantheon is a jungler, so watch it and learn it.”

……

Yu Duo continued to live broadcast until after four o'clock in the morning, and when he woke up the next day, it was almost five o'clock in the afternoon.

After sleeping for a whole hour, Yu Duo hadn't slept for such a long time in several years. He just woke up with his head heavy. He was half leaning on the door frame of the bathroom, feeling a little nauseous for a moment.

The WeChat group has exploded since midnight yesterday. The reason why Yu Duo didn't celebrate his birthday with much fanfare is because it is very troublesome for a player like him to have a birthday celebration... The two bosses came to celebrate his birthday at midnight. It's all right now. Everyone knows that his birthday is today, and the official blog of the NOG club had to use PS to send out Zhang Qingsheng's poster even in time for the holiday. Shit, the poster is so ugly, there is no sincerity at all.

Thanks to the fact that the official blog operation has been sprayed for a summer game, and now I am used to being sprayed, turning a blind eye to the comments. When Yu Duo woke up half asleep, he used his account to transfer the official blog's birthday celebration Weibo, explaining that he didn't want to celebrate his birthday Only after such a "lively" life will the matter be peaceful.

Yu Duo held an electric toothbrush in one hand, and a mobile phone in the other hand to delete WeChat messages one by one. He casually looked at himself in front of the mirror, raised his arms, and turned around to look at his waist width. For a while, in the self-admiration of loneliness, he had the illusion of self-awareness that he has become much stronger recently.

Just as Yu Duo was holding his toothbrush in his mouth and was about to lift his front to look at his abs, he suddenly received two new messages:

They are all 611.

One is a documentation file and the other is:

"Hahahahaha I'm so ridiculous, I found out when I was browsing Yu Duochao's chat, good brother, isn't this good match on the public screen?"

Yu Duo habitually downloaded the file first, and replied "?" to 611.

611 was silent for two seconds, and suddenly withdrew the two messages at the speed of light.

-611: ...

-611: Sorry, sent it to the wrong place

Yu Duo tapped "?" again.

-YU: What do you mean, who did you plan to send it to?

-YU: Did you find it when you browsed my super chat?

Yu Duo usually doesn't visit Weibo, and occasionally uploads endorsement business Weibo that is reposted... and he doesn't know what "Chaohua" is for.

Super talk, super topic?

-611: No no no no!

611 seemed to panic, and crazily denied:

-611: I made a typo. It has nothing to do with you. I saw it when I went to Wen’er Chaochao. I was going to send it to him.

-611: Just pretend you didn't see it. I have to visit relatives here, so I won't chat with you for now. Happy New Year!

Yu Duo raised his eyebrows, instead of calling back to 611, he just clicked on the document file he had just downloaded.

Seeing the title, Yu Duo raised his eyebrows again.

"Grow black wings and sink to hell just to protect you, so that you will no longer be lonely and cold in the endless night."

Yu Duo hadn't seen this toothache title for many years.

Speaking of the last time... it was probably "Lin Lin"'s personal autograph for sad spring and autumn.

But even the idiot "Lin Lin" changed his personal signature immediately after adding him.

Yu Duo thought of "Lin Lin" and felt sick again, but out of curiosity, he clicked on the article called "Growing Black Wings and Sinking to Hell just to protect you, so that you will no longer be alone in the endless night" Cold" article.

After half an hour.

The toothpaste froth in Yu Duo's mouth had dried up. He took a glass of water and wanted to rinse his mouth... But on the way, he suddenly remembered that "grow black wings and sink to hell just to protect you, so that you can't stop in the endless night." In the plot of "Alone and Cold", I choked on a sip of water and coughed wildly while holding the sink, almost coughing toothpaste foam into my lungs.

——This is a fucking fanfiction.

It's still his and South's fanfiction.

As the half of professional players who pull CP, Yu Duo has long heard that there are fans who can write about him and others...but he has never read it with his own eyes.

He didn't expect it to be so fucking outrageous.

The article begins:

"Adapted based on reality, any similarity is purely coincidental."

Seeing this, Yu Duohuan wondered if it was based on reality, he was still a little nervous.

As soon as he entered, Yu Duoyan went blind.

The document counts a total of 43217 words, more than 4 words. It talks about a young man who was abandoned by his parents since he was a child, lives with his grandmother, and works eight jobs a day. An e-sports player in the KX club, he was bullied, bullied, and humiliated by his teammates. Broken vase, the bot duo still have unreasonable thoughts about him, they almost fucked him again and again—”

"Until that dark late autumn night, the captain of the well-known wealthy LPL club, Yu Duo, was driving the latest Maserati and wearing the most expensive Rolex. Doting smile: Be my mid laner, be my lover."

The limit here is 26128 words.

When Yu Duo saw this, he didn't read any further... because the following is a series of stories about him and Lin Huinan having sex.

Yu Duojing froze for a while, then turned back to the first page and looked at the line "Adapted based on facts, any similarity is purely coincidental"...

I coincidentally you nmb.

Yu Duo scanned the author's name: Once in a Millennium is true, but he didn't see the way, so he quickly deleted this extremely hot fanfic, and hurriedly rinsed his mouth with a water cup.

But after rinsing his mouth clean, Yu Duo still felt that something was missing, so he picked up his phone again, opened WeChat, opened the chat interface of 611, and sent two words:

"Silly b."

……

This is Yu Duo's third year at the base.

But Yu Duo has never been very clear about the concept of "year", and he doesn't pay much attention to it: it may be that after being away from home for a long time, he has gradually forgotten what home should look like.

On the [-]th day of the twelfth lunar month, Yu Duo got up in the afternoon, took a shower, had a casual meal, put on his coat and went to the club's aboveground garage. ——The parent company of NOG specializes in selling cars, and the garage is also well-built. The underground garage parks commercial vehicles and personal cars of the staff, and the ground is dedicated to parking supercars: supercars generally have a low chassis and cannot be parked underground.

Under the light blue garage lights, several rows of supercars lined up neatly, reflecting a gloomy metallic light under the cold light.

611 said that there are at least half a billion cars parked in the club garage. This number is still an underestimation: if all the cars are counted, including those owned by the NOG boss, the market value of these cars will have to be tripled or quadrupled from the half a billion base. , Just maintaining the car every year costs eight figures.

Yu Duo pulled the zipper of his coat to the top with one hand, took out the GT-R car key from his pocket with the other hand, and walked towards a dark gray car.

GT-R is a typical Japanese car. Compared with the strong design style of some sports cars with similar price or higher price, the appearance is quite satisfactory...

But GT-R is a well-known speed lunatic, "good quality and low price", strictly speaking it is not a supercar specification but can run supercar acceleration - the whole car accelerates from zero to [-] kilometers in less than three seconds.

Yu Duo opened the door and sat in the driver's seat. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw his new white Maserati MC20 parked behind him from the rearview mirror...

"Lin Huinan raised his head with tears in his eyes. In the late autumn night, he saw a handsome man getting out of the latest white Maserati, wearing an expensive high-end suit and a limited edition Rolex on his wrist. There is a trace of tenderness and pampering in the handsome appearance of the deputy knife and axe: "Little friend, when you grow up, can you be my lover?"..."

Yu Duo: "...fuck."

He was willing to buy a Rolex for 611 in exchange for his eyes that he hadn't read that hot-eyed fanfiction.

Yu Duo slammed on the accelerator and made a sharp turn out of the parking garage.

A WeChat voice message was sent, showing that the note was "Chen".

Chen Lin, the owner of the NOG club, and also the director of the Neo car company, the parent company of NOG, was about 36. The reason why Chen Lin invested in the LPL at the beginning was that he was also an old League of Legends player. After seven or eight years, it is still gold.

Two years ago, Yu Duo used to occasionally bring his boss up for points out of "employee friendship", but later he didn't bother... Chen Lin has a thousand ways to get up points, his time is precious, so why don't you have nothing to worry about every day? The boss hits the golden game.

Now Yu Duo can get points without taking the boss, but sometimes the boss will ask Yu Duo to take out the sports car to do laps.

Those who play sports cars, this group of rich second-generation domestic people belong to the same circle, and they all belong to the same supercar club.

But Yu Duo doesn't hang out in this circle. He prefers to run the track by himself rather than compete with others.

Because these rich second-generation cars bought fancy cars, but compared to technology, one is compared to another. It is not so much an appointment to compare speed, but an appointment to show off to each other what new car they bought recently.

Chen Lin is not talented, and he is the president of this idiot rich second generation club.

Yu Duo pressed the voice button casually, and Chen Lin heard the loud wind and the roar of the engine. He was probably racing on the road, and his voice was indistinct: "Xiao Yu, when will you arrive?"

Yu Duo braked before the red light and replied, "Half an hour later."

……

In less than half an hour, Yu Duo took the elevated road all the way to the western suburb of Sheshan in Puxi.

Chen Linyue's track is exactly this: a closed mountain track built two years ago, the total length of one lap is less than [-] kilometers, and it is currently the only place in China where drag racing is legal.

But the entrance fee is also ridiculously expensive. Calculated by the hour, it is tens of thousands per hour, which is "drizzle" for these rich second generations.

Yu Duo was slowing down at the entrance of the racetrack. From a distance, he saw a red Ferrari 488pista parked at the entrance, and the sunroof was removed. The owner of the car rested his elbows on the frame of the car, smoking a cigarette, sparks in the night Bright and bright.

The owner of this car is Chen Lin.

Yu Duo stopped beside the Ferrari and opened the window: "Boss."

Chen Lin narrowed his eyes, took another puff of cigarette slowly, and said with a smile, "GT-R? You have a lot of feelings, kid. How many years has this car been out..." Chen Lin took a puff of cigarette, and said spicyly, " But your car is not a supercar. Today you are forming a supercar team, not a sports car team, let alone a scooter team. I remember that your cars don’t stop in a garage? You only drive a million yuan car GT-R? How about I tell you, let’s play first, and then you go back to the club and change the car?”

Yu Duo relaxed, and said with a calm expression: "Just this one, come for a trip of thirty or forty kilometers, there is no need to change it."

Chen Lin didn't move, he was still smiling, but his words were not polite at all: "You are the one I brought here, so you can't embarrass me."

These things are lacking, except for the rich second generation who are not short of money.

But in the final analysis it is nothing more than vanity.

Yu Duo finally smiled, leaning on the frame of the car to look at Chen Lin: "Then what does it mean to lose face? Isn't it called losing face when you run around for a while and come last?"

Chen Lin reacted for a while: "Then what do you mean I will embarrass you later?"

Yu Duo gave a thumbs up: "The boss is smart, but you don't have to belittle yourself too much. Maybe there will be someone better than you in the club after a while. It's not hopeless for you to be the second-to-last, and the third-to-last."

Chen Lin: "..."

This kid is really fucking arrogant.

The author has something to say: Yu Duo: If you don’t like me, just run past me

Wennei Xijiao Circuit is fictional.

Some of the super sports cars involved are also semi-overhead, so don't bring reality into it.