Let me assist, I will fly [E-sports]

Jian Luo packed the beef noodles downstairs before returning home. The lady boss was here today, and she gave Jian Luo an extra noodle or two and a portion of beef.

When he got home, he took out his mobile phone and found that there was a red dot on WeChat. He opened the lunch box, took a bite, and clicked in.

[HAD Yu Guang: Hello, I am Yu Guang, manager of the HAD team. 】

Jian Luo agreed to the friend application, and sent a message shortly after meeting.

【HAD Yu Guang: Are you interested in playing professionally?If you have any, you might as well learn about the HAD team. 】

[Luo: Not interested. 】

Jane replied concisely.

The opposite side did not give up.

[HAD Yu Guang: We have a two-week trial training two days later. You can come and experience the training life of our team. If you pass the trial training, you can directly sign into the team. Based on our understanding of your skills, it is very possible Included in the first team. In addition, we can discuss the signing fee in detail. 】

Seeing the last sentence, Jian Luo was sure that Mala Chuanchuan and the other party had a close relationship, otherwise, no one would know that he was a money fan.

[Luo: How many times has your team won championships? 】

[HAD Yu Guang: We are a cutting-edge team, dark horses are rare in KPL, so HAD currently has great potential for development in KPL, and everyone will work together to win more brilliance. 】

Jian Luo frowned and looked at the large string of texts sent from the other side. He just asked how many times he had won the championship. This passage did not answer his question directly.

The most annoying thing for him is to communicate with people and gossip with him, can't you just speak up when you have something to say?

[Luo: Talking so much means not winning many championships. 】

The person opposite didn't seem to expect Jian Luo to be so direct, and it took a while before he sent a word.

[HAD Yu Guang: Join our team, we can defend the KPL autumn championship together, we are confident to win the Grand Slam this season. 】

Jian Luo stuffed the beef into his mouth and chewed it a few times. He had watched AHD's game, and the operation was not strong, it was more tactical and BP superior to the opponent. It would be better if he could maintain his state, but if he lost The state will collapse.

He doesn't like teams without rhythm, rhythm is the most important thing here.

【Luo: I don't want to be the first one, I want to be better than the first one. 】

Jian Luo is a very strange person. He is interested in No.1, but his interest is only in the process of surpassing No.1. If he wins No.1, he doesn't care much, just like the peak game, winning No.1. [-] He has no goals, and if no one surpasses him, he will not play, so he didn't play a few games this week.

If he is asked to be the first person to try, he will refuse without hesitation, because he is not interested in being the person whose sky is falling to withstand the sky, and he is not a person who easily jumps out of his comfort zone.

The other party didn't reply for a long time, it should be persuaded by Jian Luo's words.

Jian Luo took another mobile phone, took a photo of the noodle soup on the table and sent it over.

[Luoluo: Have you eaten the beef noodles at night? 】

[Wen Yi: What's wrong with your hand? 】

In the photo, half of Jane Luo's palm appeared, with a cartoon Band-Aid stuck on her thumb.

At noon, when he was helping Mala Chuanchuan to deal with the oven, he was accidentally scratched by a sharp corner. Chuanchuan was more nervous than him. After disinfection, he found a band-aid and put it on for him.

[Luoluo: I went to play at a friend's house today and accidentally got scratched. 】

[Wen Yi: Is it bleeding? 】

【Luoluo: A little bit, it doesn't hurt. 】

[Wen Yi: Be careful in the future, don't get wet on the wound, remember to apply medicine before going to bed. 】

Jian Luo chatted with Wen Yi while having dinner, and when it was almost time for the live broadcast, Wen Yi said that there was something else to talk about in the evening.

Jian Luo was still preparing a reason to end the chat, but he didn't expect the other party to speak first, so he ended it smoothly.

In the evening broadcast, Jian Luo took the real estate management’s King’s low-star rank to rank. One was to help the real estate management break the curse of the low-star game, and the other was that Jian Luo’s hand was injured, so playing high-scoring games somewhat affected the operation.

【Brother Guan's low-star curse hasn't been broken yet? 】

【I said this account is poisonous. Brother Guan has been playing for a week and is still standing still. Now let's see if Yewan can break it. 】

[Isn't he playing the game of king and low star just to abuse the food now? 】

Jian Luo came to the low-star game of the king with the consciousness of being the first in the peak game, and was scolded at the beginning.

Zhang Liang, a tool man in the middle lane, said that he rubbed the line, and in the mirror, he caught someone in the bottom lane and took a blood. Marco Polo said that he grabbed the head.

Then it turned into a scolding battle for some reason, and in the end, except for Jian Luo who refused to surrender, the other four people ordered to surrender.

"Defeat."

At the beginning of each season, in order to be able to play the top game as soon as possible, Jian Luo and other anchors are ranked as the king, and then the ranking is for the performance points of the combat heroes, either the fifth row or the third row, and the other number is also It was Wen Yi who brought him up, and he himself hadn't soloed in low-star games.

He hadn't seen the scene where his own crystal was broken after the surrender for a long time.

[Perfectly integrated into the low-score segment. 】

[I vomited from laughter, Yewan has nothing to say. 】

[Tell you not to wave, the wave is gone. 】

[I was abused. 】

"With my record, they can't see the hope of victory or haven't opened their eyes to play at all?" Jian Luo was looking at the settlement page, the MVP of the losing party of Dongfang Jing, with a record of 612.

The second game was normal after all, and Jian Luo took Fei to win the victory, but in the third game, the early stage had been going smoothly, but for some reason, only Jian Luo was left with the wind, and the other four were against the wind. Not surprisingly, I lost again.

Losing this game really stunned him.

This can also lose?

[This game ID doesn't look very good, I don't want to get points', who would come up with this name. 】

[This was changed by Brother Guan in order to fight poison with poison. 】

[Housekeeper: I feel that wild games can't save my account. 】

[Catch Brother Guan. 】

It was possible to save, but Jian Luo quit the game after helping her reach four stars.

After playing these four stars for two hours, Jian Luo felt that if she continued to play, she might really become a grumpy old man.

"Take it as soon as you see it, and you will do the rest."

[Spicy skewers enter the live broadcast room. 】

Jian Luo said, "Welcome spicy skewers."

[Why do you come to other people's live broadcast room if you don't start the broadcast yourself? 】

[Spicy Chuanchuan: Are your hands okay?Does it affect operation?If not, let’s take a rest overnight. 】

As soon as hands were mentioned, all the barrages were asking what happened to Jian Luo's hands. Normally, the barrages were all about Jian Luo's hand, but when it came to the critical moment, they still cared about Jian Luo's physical condition. Their stupid son could only scold him, and he could not Only myself hurts.

In order not to affect the sensitivity, Jian Luo took off the band-aid before the broadcast. There was a red scratch on the thumb that was as long as a finger. At that time, the skin was broken and a few drops of blood flowed out. Now the skin around the wound is slightly red.

Jian Luo watched the barrage getting worse and worse, amputation came.

"It's just a scratch, can a small injury affect my operation?"

The barrage didn't stop here, and he was asked to post on Weibo to report his safety.

Maybe some time ago, someone took a photo of Luo’s back on Weibo. Since then, the audience has hoped that Luo can show his face. Now that he catches this opportunity, let him show his hand. Opportunity to put together a complete look.

Jian Luo frowned and sent a WeChat message to Mala Chuanchuan telling him not to come to the live broadcast room if he had nothing to do.

Spicy Chuan Chuan gave him a crying face.

[Spicy Chuanchuan: I am concerned about your injury, and so are the audience in your live broadcast room. Now, change the audience in your live broadcast room so that they don't swear at people all day long. Wouldn't it be good to be a warm troll? 】

Not good, seeing the barrage now makes Jian Luo get goosebumps. She usually calls him silly son, silly B, and plays wild if it sounds nice, but now he has become a good boy and baby.

Oh, I almost spit out the overnight meal.

In order to end this awkward concern, Jian Luo picked up his mobile phone and took a picture of his hand to post on Weibo.

[Luo: No amputation, it doesn't affect, please be normal. 】

The last sentence is for fans.

After seeing the photos, the fans found that the wound was not very serious, so they focused on Jian Luo's hand.

[Damn, wasting my tears. 】

[Luo: Oh. 】

[What is the man's injury worth?]

【Luo: Yes. 】

[You are fucking whiter than a woman like me, can you go out to bask in the sun more! 】

【Luo: The sunshine time is as long as one hour every day. 】

[After watching your live broadcast for so long, I realized today that your hand is the love hand of my dreams. 】

【Why not the lover of my dreams? 】

[Because I don't like brats who haven't even grown their hair yet. 】

[Luo:? 】

As soon as Liang Xuan came out of the conference room, his phone rang. He stood in the corridor and took out his phone to take a look.

[The blogger Luo you follow posted on Weibo~]

He clicked on Weibo and saw the text sent by the other party, the corner of his mouth twitched, and then he clicked on the photo.

The wound on the thumb was not deep, and there were spots of blood on closer inspection.

Liang Xuan saved the photo and opened the phone album.

There are two photos of hands, one with a Band-Aid on it and one without it. The man doesn't like to use any camera software, so the two photos are basically the same except for the different angles, the skin color and the injury on the hand.

Scrolling forward in the photo album, there are two beef noodles with the same packaging, and looking forward, there is also the same barbecue, and of course the other party's favorite baked buns.

When Feng Bai came out of the conference room, he saw Liang Xuan looking at his phone. Recently, he found that their captain often looked at his phone, except for training, and his fingers were swipe on the screen very fast, as if he was looking for something.

He took a closer look at Liang Xuan, only to see the photos on his phone.

Liang Xuan put away the phone and asked, "How is your inquiry?"

Feng Bai was stunned for a moment before he realized who to ask.

"I have taken the contact information and haven't formally contacted him. You don't know how difficult it is to get this person's contact information. I feel that he is isolated from the world. Ask who doesn't have it, and finally come from..."

Liang Xuan interrupted him: "Give me his contact information."

Feng Bai sent the WeChat account to Liang Xuan: "You ask in person? As soon as you see Sun's name, everyone should rush to come."

Liang Xuan said, "You are too ink-stained."

Feng Bai smiled and said, "I'm still in ink? Brother Li is still studying and evaluating Luo with the coach. I've got his contact information."

Hearing Feng Bai's teasing, Liang Xuan said, "If he comes, he will take your place."

Feng Bai pursed his lips, and sighed: "It's not an option to occupy the seat all the time when you're old. If I can still go, I will definitely go."

Liang Xuan saw the muscle bandage wrapped around Feng Bai's wrist.

When Yiyu came out of the conference room and saw his father and the jungler hooking up, he was going to sneak up to listen to what was being said.

"Why did you come out?"

Yiyu stopped immediately, looked at his father's back and said, "Brother Li asked me to come out and see if you two smoke."

These two are the key monitoring targets of the team. Recently, Li Ge found that 1000 yuan for a cigarette can't stop them, so he asked Yiyu to come out and have a look.

Liang Xuan turned around and patted Yu Yu's shoulder: "Go in and continue the review."

In the evening, Liang Xuan added Luo's WeChat account.

[L: Hello, are you interested in playing professionally? 】

The person on the other side didn't reply for a long time, and Liang Xuan's WeChat ringtone on another mobile phone never stopped.

An hour later, Liang Xuan said goodnight to Luoluo.

[Luoluo: Good night, cover up with the quilt and go to sleep.jpg. 】

The chat ended with an animation of a villain obediently covering the quilt and turning off the lights to sleep.

The phone on Liang Xuan's desk vibrated.

[Luo: How many championships has your team won. 】

The author has something to say:

~Jane Luo: I only have champions in my eyes.