What kind of bad intentions can King Ono have?

Along the way, Yu Fanzhou thought about many people he might meet.

The head coach has to keep an eye on the first team's training, and probably doesn't have the time to interview a newcomer, so it is estimated that a member of the club's coaching staff will bring a sparring partner to play a few games with him, which can be regarded as a preliminary test.

The time of receiving the reply from the DG club was so coincidental that Yu Fanzhou even suspected that the brother who had been in double row with him for a few months was really an insider of the DG team, so everything made sense.

He never thought that the person waiting here would be Jiang Su.

No matter how big his opinions on this person are, Yu Fanzhou has to admit that when a veteran who has won four championships in six years of his career, has gold-rimmed diamonds on his resume, and is a veritable veteran in the professional circle is in the same room with him, even if the other party doesn't care much. Looking at him, there is still a heavy sense of oppression in the air.

In theory, Yu Fanzhou felt that he shouldn't be so nervous.

After all, it's not the first time that he arranged this old dog contest in front of Tang Zheng secretly, and said bad things about him.

After entering the room, Yu Fanzhou closed the door silently, and with the light click of the lock, the room was so quiet that the sound of blood flow and heartbeat could be heard, only the clicks from the mouse and keyboard Moving can relieve some of the embarrassment that seems to be in the air.

Jiang Su devoted himself to the game and did not speak, and Yu Fanzhou didn't know what he should say.

He walked to the seat next to Jiang Su on his own, pulled out the gaming chair, sat down and reached out to press the power to turn on the computer, then turned to watch the operation of the professional master.

However, just as he moved his gaze up, Jiang Su's screen suddenly went black.

Both of them were taken aback, and looked at each other in unison.

Yu Fanzhou read very complicated emotions from Jiang Su's gaze on him, the largest proportion of which was doubt.

So he withdrew his gaze, shifted his gaze to the power supply he had just pressed, and then twisted his neck to look at the other side of the machine in front of him. Another power supply was lying quietly on the table.

Obviously, he failed to open the computer in front of him.

Moreover, Jiang Su's computer was forcibly shut down.

When the opponent's game is not over and the crystal has not been pushed away.

The little security guard of love thumped in his heart, and secretly said——

It’s over.

This wave of operations will definitely affect his official career.

This aspect of sophistication may be out of control.

Although Jiang Su is a player of the DG team, but because he entered the industry and contributed a lot, he is very familiar with the chairman of the professional league. It should not be too much to say that he is powerful.

Not to mention the DG team in the future, he probably won't be able to survive in the entire professional circle.

As expected of me, it only took one second from entering the industry to retiring.

During the time when he was stunned, Yu Fanzhou's mind was blank.

He couldn't help but start thinking about what to do to get money if he couldn't play professionally.

As a semi-literate person with a junior high school diploma, he should not be able to do more than 90% of the jobs in the society. Now that he has to graduate from college to move bricks, even if he can get into the construction site, people may think he is weak.

Playing games is his only survival skill.

Maybe it's okay to be a game anchor, but in this case, he has to save money to buy a computer, Jiang Su is also very popular in the anchor circle, it will be hard to say if he is squeezed out by then.

Yu Fanzhou felt that his whole body was numb, he turned his head numbly, and took a second to prepare for Jiang Su's scolding, his lips moved, and he wanted to apologize: " Yes, right..."

"I've been playing professionally for so long, and you are the first one who dared to turn off my computer when my game was not over. It can be seen that Xiaoye Wang has a lot of opinions on me."

Jiang Su was the first to interrupt him, but his expression showed no sign of irritation. Instead, he looked at him with interest, squinted his eyes slightly, then chuckled vaguely, and reached out to turn on the computer again: "There's no need to apologize, I know you didn't mean to."

In League of Legends, negative behaviors such as hanging up, giving away heads, insulting teammates, etc. will all be punished by the Judgment Scythe system.

A warning at least, and a ban at the worst.

The top of the canyon is punished more severely than the ordinary area.

The few seconds just now were too hasty, and Yu Fanzhou didn't have time to see whether Jiang Su was driving a large or small one.

In case it is large...

Yu Fanzhou knew that he was in the wrong, so he didn't dare to think about it. He cleared his throat without embarrassment: "It really wasn't intentional."

Seeing that he was so tense that he didn't dare to breathe, Jiang Su no longer intentionally frightened him, and turned his gaze back to the computer screen.

Fortunately, the e-sports hotel has top-notch machine configurations, and the boot speed is fast. Jiang Su's slender fingers tapped the keyboard nimbly, inputting the account password very skillfully, so fast that Yu Fanzhou couldn't even see his game clearly from the login interface ID.

From opening the computer login account to reconnecting to the game, Jiang Su spent less than a minute in total.

After the qualifying match was reconnected, Yu Fanzhou was able to see the game ID on Jiang Su's blood bar clearly from the screen.

[Be my wild bastard]

……

Definitely a large size.

Therefore, it is not completely unreasonable for Yu Fanzhou to hate Jiang Su.

With this game ID that exudes the atmosphere of sand sculpture from the inside out, which jungler can't help but harden his fists?

Yu Fanzhou felt offended every time he saw the old dogbi's ID.

Fortunately, this qualifying game was originally an advantageous game, and it was a high-score game. During Jiang Su's 2-minute hang-up time, his teammates had been waiting for him to come back, and had no choice to fight with the opponent.

After Jiang Su returned to the game, he brought two waves of rhythm. Yu Fanzhou was dazzled by the flashy and extremely detailed operation.

The game was won quickly.

Many professional players will play their own account during the live broadcast. The game ID has never been a secret. After the qualifying match, Jiang Su's teammates and opponents who have just been ranked have all worshiped the god in the chat box, wanting to ask for a friend seat.

But because the friend list is already full, Jiang Su habitually ignores it, puts out the cigarette butts at the corner of his mouth in the ashtray, picks up the file bag on the table and pulls out Yu Fanzhou's personal information from it, and leans back in his chair lazily Lean on.

"Name."

What's wrong with you?

You saw it all and asked me?

Yu Fanzhou was speechless, but he had to face the reality and give a stiff answer.

"...Yu Fanzhou."

Jiang Su: "Sex."

Yu Fanzhou: "?"

"Oh, I'm sorry, it's easy to say." Jiang Su apologized without sincerity, took out the cigarette case, opened the lid, popped out a cigarette with his fingertips, held it between his fingertips and spread his hand to Yu Fanzhou, "ID card."

"..."

Yu Fanzhou took out his ID card from his pocket and slapped him on the palm, making a loud 'pia'.

Jiang Su squinted at him, looking at the expression on the surface that seemed to vent his anger, he always felt that the kid really wanted to slap him on the face.

It shouldn't be an illusion, he just wanted to beat someone up.

Thinking about it, Jiang Su shifted his gaze to the ID card in his hand, and two seconds later he burst out laughing, holding up the ID card and comparing it with Yu Fanzhou's face back and forth, his shoulders trembling uncontrollably with joy.

"The little one looks cute and delicate. How come the ID card looks like a prisoner? You should keep it and don't lose it, or they won't give it to you when you claim it."

Yu Fanzhou's face suddenly became hot, and he hurriedly snatched his ID card back, and retorted aggressively: "Where is the ID card so easy to see! Isn't it like this!"

After finishing speaking, Jiang Su raised his eyebrows, took out his wallet from his pocket, and unfolded it to Yu Fanzhou.

The portrait face of the ID card placed in the middle of the wallet is clearly visible.

Looking at the photo of the other party who is handsome and unrestrained, which is comparable to an artistic photo and is almost a 1:1 replica of himself, Yu Fanzhou didn't say a word, and silently put his ID card of the prisoner in the labor camp back in his pocket.

It stands to reason that the interviewer should have read these materials before the interview.

But Jiang Su looked through the pages one by one in front of Yu Fanzhou as if he had never seen it before, so careful that he even checked the use of punctuation marks strictly.

Yu Fanzhou, who was very confident in his game experience, was inexplicably nervous by him, feeling a sense of embarrassment like a son-in-law visiting his mother-in-law for the first time.

When he saw the last page, Jiang Su cleared his throat suddenly, and Yu Fanzhou woke up instantly, sitting upright and waiting for him to ask questions.

Jiang Su looked at his nervous look and found it very interesting, the more he looked at it, the more he wanted to bully him.

So he raised his hand to put the cigarette holder on his fingertips, raised his eyelids to look at the lighter on the table, and winked at Yu Fanzhou.

Yu Fanzhou was baffled.

"what?"

"Light a cigarette for me."

"..."

Just annoyed.

This guy's character really has a big problem, and he started to bully him before joining the team!

The young and energetic King Ono's violent temper was instantly ignited, and he didn't care about his official career at all. He didn't even touch the lighter on the table, and he was angry.

"You don't have long hands yourself?"