I fell off the horse after pretending to be Mengxin

May I ask, which player doesn't want to play a hearty game on the biggest screen in front of everyone?

This is the Glory of the Kings Tournament that can be registered on the spot. The limit is 1450 and above. It should have been limited to 1600, but the average score at the beginning of the season was not high, so it was lowered to a lower level.

Many contestants on the stage formed a team to participate, and the scene was extremely enthusiastic. The cheers were louder and louder, and there was also a special photographer with a long/gun cannon to shoot on the stage.

Looking at Wen Yu beside him, Wei Yu had confronted beauty and games hundreds of times in his brain, and finally swallowed his excitement.

Well, men are more important.

He wanted to participate so much, but after all, Wen Yu invited him to E9, so he shouldn't abandon Wen Yu to play the competition by himself, because of reason or reason.

He also wants to accompany the senior.

Wen Yu looked at the booth, and then looked sideways at Wei Yu.

He was startled by Wen Yu's eyes, and quickly said, "Let's go to other exhibition areas,? The king plays every day, there's nothing to see."

This said.

Want to cover up.

Wei Yu never hides his emotions or disdains them, they all show clearly on his face, he is already in his early 20s, but he still looks like a little animal who has not experienced much in the world.

Wen Yu lowered his eyes and hugged the doll tightly.

Fortunately, it was the live broadcast circle.

"Primary school brother,? You can play alone for a while first." Wen Yu said in a low voice, "Ask my friend to find me something, let me help you look at the interface design of the new game."

Wei Yu was stunned: "Didn't you buy the ticket yourself, senior?"

Wen Yu: "..."

He suddenly wanted to beat the brat.

Do you have to blow your memory in this kind of place?

As if noticing that he had made a mistake, Wei Yu shrank his neck, and stuffed the doll into Wen Yu's arms a little more flatteringly.

"You go, senior. I'll wait for you here." Wei Yu said.

Wen Yu pretended to look at the phone, "I need about an hour, and I'll call you when it's almost there."

"That's right." Wen Yu added silently without raising his head.

"In the Glory of Kings competition, the Mengqi toy given by the winning MVP seems to be quite cute."

In the McDonald's at the venue, Wen Yu bought a Coke.

About 10 minutes had passed since he left.

The moment he turned around, Wei Yu hesitated for a moment, then walked towards the backstage of the King's Glory exhibition hall.

He knew that Wei Yu wanted to participate in the King of Glory competition.

The moment he saw the game screen, the brilliance in the young man's eyes was so dazzling that it almost completely enveloped him.

Just lying about not being interested in the glory of the king?

Young people are still too young.

Wei Yu likes it, so naturally he won't stop it.

not to mention……

With cold fingertips holding the Coke, Wen Yu walked slowly back to the King's Glory exhibition area, watching the evenly matched confrontation on the stage.

He likes the appearance of the elementary school boy with his head down, concentrating on the game.

The phone vibrates and buzzes, all of which are WeChat messages from one person.

The other party was the president of the student union of the university. Wen Yu had been in the student union for a while, and had to quit the sketch club because he was too busy with things, but he still kept in touch with many members.

The president is two years older than him, and like Wei Yu, he is a computer major. After graduation, he joined a large company and developed very well. Some time ago, he paid a down payment in the suburbs of Haicheng.

[Guan Tao]: [Transfer 3000 yuan] has been returned

[Guan Tao]: It's just a matter of raising your hands, you're welcome to say it all.

[Guan Tao]: Why are you suddenly interested in E9?I remember that you didn't even want to come when the student union was organized.

[Wen Yu]: Nothing, just buying for others.

[Guan Tao]: I don't believe it.Is it girlfriend?

Wen Yu looked easy-going, but deep down he was cold.

Back then, Wen Yu insisted on quitting the student union, no matter how hard he tried to persuade him to stay, it was of no avail. He even deleted the WeChat account of a member who was chasing after him.

He hadn't been in touch with Wen Yu for a long time.

Last night Wen Yu suddenly asked him about the tickets, no matter how Guan Tao guaranteed to get them, Wen Yu still insisted on waiting until after three o'clock.

Until he issues the ticket electronic code.

Wen Yu lowered his eyelashes, like a silent sigh.

[Wen Yu]: That's fine.

Watching Wen Yu's back disappear, Wei Yu was like a wild dog running loose.

He no longer hides his love for the glory of the king.

He stood in front of the booth and carefully watched the battle for a few minutes.

The blue shooter may be filling in, and he frowned at the operation.

"Why do you want to go at this time? The enemy jungler has no vision, and the support is not around."

"At this time, if you don't steal development, the economy of the opposite shooter is almost opened up by [-]."

"My God, the flash displacement is all there, can this die?"

Getting used to interacting with water friends in the live broadcast room, Wei Yu subconsciously said everything.

"You can do it?" A cold snort suddenly came from beside him.

"I'll beep here, and I didn't see you playing. Is it a silver rank?" another person answered.

Wei Yu turned his head to the side and caught a glimpse of a group of social youths with vigorous hairstyles, their words were full of provocation.

There are a lot of people who like to give pointers to watch competitive games, and there are not a few people who complain about it.

These few people didn't know what medicine they had taken wrongly, and suddenly they started to attack with yin and yang.

He glanced at the girl beside him, she noticed them, her face showed obvious displeasure, and her body unconsciously squeezed back.

It seemed that they wanted to attract the girl's attention, so they took him out with a knife.

Good guy.

In 1990, this pretentious way of pushing passers-by to improve oneself was no longer popular, okay?

Wei Yu frowned.

He lightly said "you wait", walked up to the staff and asked.

"I would like to ask, how long will it take to play this king match?" Wei Yu asked.

"There are not enough people, and there is no appointment below." The staff member hurriedly said, "There are already eight people waiting, and two more people can start."

In order to ensure the quality of the competition, the organizer has set a minimum peak score requirement, and will check the account relationship and prohibit more than two people from forming a team.

It is precisely because of the requirement that there are very few players participating in the competition, and it is often necessary to broadcast the game CG for more than half an hour after playing a round.

"Okay, let's register." Wei Yu took out his mobile phone and boarded the tuba, opened the top game page, and covered the ID.

He didn't play the trumpet in the new season and didn't have enough points, so he could only use the tuba.

The blue Rubik's Cube, which symbolizes the peak game, is inlaid in the center of the screen, and the four numbers in white strokes below are eye-catching and dazzling.

2354.

Peak seventh.

...Peak seventh?

Those who can go to the scene to organize work are naturally familiar with the game, and there are only a few people in the front row of the peak list, let alone the top ten.

With just a little thought, he can guess who the other party is.

After all, the staff belonged to the game party. Despite the turmoil in his heart, he quickly regained his composure, with a slightly trembling voice: "Are you sure you want to participate?"

The group of people in the next game all have the minimum requirement to step on the line, and the highest one is only 1700. This is clearly a blow to dimensionality reduction!

What is it about He De and He Neng that can let this great god who never shows his face and spends hundreds of thousands of online activities squat on the stage and play a game?

What is the god trying to figure out!

Wei Yu was silent, and suddenly asked in a low voice: "Is that Meng Qi of the MVP still in stock?"

The author has something to say: Wei Yu: What money?I want Xiao Mengqi.

My codeword time is getting worse orz

Thank you Ziyou for the cute nutrient solution~