What kind of bad intentions can King Ono have?

Although many people regard this topic as a minefield, Jiang Su himself is actually not that sensitive.

His idea is also very simple, as long as he can play, he will retire on the day he is completely eliminated by this field.

Seeing Xiaoyewang's serious question, Jiang Su not only didn't feel offended, but instead smiled and raised his eyebrows slightly at him: "When do you want me to retire?"

Hearing this, Yu Fanzhou suddenly sighed and lowered his eyes.

"Actually, I don't want you to retire."

The smile on the corner of Jiang Su's mouth paused for a moment, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he asked in a deep voice, "Why?"

"Because everyone thinks you are strong, including me."

Yu Fanzhou looked up at Jiang Su, put down the contract in his hand and rubbed his hands: "I don't want you to retire, I hope you can be opposite me, so that I can have a chance to kill you alone."

"...?"

That's fine.

Although Jiang Su was powerful, he had been single-killed many times in his career over the years.

Almost every professional player has a goal of "single-killing Jiang Su in the arena", even if they can't achieve much, but as long as they do it once, they can basically blow it for a long time.

Jiang Su was not surprised that Yu Fanzhou would think so.

He lit a cigarette, played with the lighter in his hand and said, "If you come to the DG team, you will definitely not have this opportunity. The Deep Sea Club has my shares. I was your teammate before I retired, and I will be your boss after I retire."

Yu Fanzhou: "..."

This gentleman, what you said is really quite convincing.

However, Yu Fanzhou is still clear about the importance of personal preferences and career prospects.

He turned the gaming chair and stared at the contract in front of him, then suddenly turned on the computer to log in to the top of the canyon, and went straight to the friend list.

Flower[Offline]

Jiang Su watched all this in silence.

Yu Fanzhou, whose mind was elsewhere, missed the dark look in Jiang Su's eyes. He looked down at the documents on the desktop and thought for a moment before asking.

"Do you have a pen?" Yu Fanzhou stared at Jiang Su in a blink of an eye, and said, "I'll sign it."

"It's in the file bag." Jiang Su chuckled, "Don't think about it any more. Can you ask someone to read the contract?"

"It's not necessary."

Yu Fanzhou dug out the contents of the file bag, and found that besides the black signature pen, there was also a small box of ink pads.

He opened the cap of the pen and opened the contract: "I don't think the Deep Sea Club will invite all of your giant Buddhas here just to deceive me. Is this money a one-off call to me?"

Jiang Su: "It's written on it that from the time you register to join the DG team, the contract will take effect immediately, and the signing fee will be sent to you immediately. In addition, there will be additional salary every month, commission for live broadcast, and bonus for the game .”

Yu Fanzhou's pupils trembled, as if he was hit by a golden mountain falling from the sky: "Aren't you afraid that I will run away with money!?"

"I can recommend the best defense lawyer for you." Jiang Su smiled and curled his lips, "How many years are you going to be sentenced?"

"...That's okay, I'll just ask." Yu Fanzhou smiled sheepishly and skipped the topic directly.

"Where is the signature?"

Jiang Su stood up and walked to Yu Fanzhou's side, bent down and supported the table with his hands, pointing to about four or five places on the contract like a parent helping a student with homework.

The long-standing prejudice did not affect Yu Fanzhou's trust in Jiang Su. He signed it without hesitation, in duplicate, and pressed his bright red handprint.

After signing the "Deed of Sale", Yu Fanzhou put the cap on the pen and threw the pen away.

"When will I report for duty?"

"During the recent offseason, everyone went home, and there was no one on the team." Jiang Su took away a copy of the contract and put it aside, shook the ashes, and said, "Before this Saturday, go there early and settle down, wait for them When I come back next Monday, I will start to run the team."

"understood."

After nodding his head, Yu Fanzhou stared at the contract in front of him, and belatedly began to feel a little emotional.

It is really useful to work hard day and night for such a long time.

He will be a professional player from now on.

Not only will he have the opportunity to realize his dream and win the championship, but he can also earn a lot of money, buy Tang Zheng a piano and a big house!

Thinking of this, Yu Fanzhou couldn't wait to share the good news with Tang Zheng. He slapped the table and stood up suddenly from his chair, his head collided with Jiang Su with a "bang".

The two gasped on the spot, staring at each other at the same time.

"hiss……"

"Oh shit..."

Yu Fanzhou clutched his head and sat back down, always feeling that there were canaries flying in front of his eyes, and his head was so painful that he was about to cry.

"It hurts! Why are you so close to me!?"

Jiang Su, who was hit on the forehead, was even more dizzy, almost choked by the smoke, he frowned without saying a word, immediately raised his eyes when he heard what Yu Fanzhou said, and reached out to touch the top of his head: "Where did you hit? "

"This, that's it..." Yu Fanzhou felt that he was touching his head, and without thinking about it, he grabbed his fingers and pointed towards the place where he was hit, "See if you have a bag, why is it so painful?" , did you bleed?"

In order not to affect Yu Fanzhou's sleep just now, Jiang Su turned the overhead light to warm yellow, which was not very clear.

Hearing Yu Fanzhou's cry of pain, he quickly got up and went to the head of the bed to switch the overhead light to bright white, and came back to pinch off the cigarette and brush his hair to check carefully.

But after checking for a long time, not to mention bleeding, I couldn't even find a bag.

"How about it, is it serious?" Yu Fanzhou was very worried, "Don't fool me! I have a bright future!"

"It's okay, it's not serious." After confirming that there was nothing wrong with it, Jiang Su felt relieved, stood up and patted him on the top of his head, "Your little head is solid."

"Don't touch my head!"

Feeling the warm residual heat in the palm, Yu Fanzhou always felt that his scalp was numb, and he raised his hand to push his hand away, and complained bluffingly: "The president is not tall!"

Jiang Su was easily amused by him, put his elbow on the back of the chair and asked meaningfully: "Xiao Zhouzhou, how tall are you?"

Yu Fanzhou straightened his back aggressively, but his words were obviously lacking in confidence: "I am 1.8 meters."

"You're 1.8 meters tall?" Jiang Su didn't follow anyone's hard-to-break procedures, and he didn't pay much attention to martial arts. He gestured to Yu Fanzhou with a hook finger, "Stand up, let's compare."

With a guilty conscience, Yu Fanzhou turned his head and looked up along the long legs in front of him. He unconsciously made a very exaggerated upward movement of his head, and finally his eyes fixed on Jiang Su's face.

He swallowed unconsciously and asked, "How tall are you?"

"1.8 meters seven, naked height." Jiang Su said, and took off his slippers sincerely, and stepped on the floor with bare feet, "Stand up, let me see where you are."

Yu Fanzhou pursed his lips and tapped his toes in embarrassment.

He basically has no social interaction, except for Tang Zheng, who is 1.6 meters [-], he has no close contact with anyone.

Although he has no concept of 1.8 meters seven, Yu Fanzhou roughly measured Jiang Su's height visually, and felt that if he stood up now, probably, maybe, maybe...

He could only reach the tip of Jiang Su's nose.

Yu Fanzhou felt that as long as Jiang Su had a normal mind and was not hit by the head hammer just now, he would not believe that the remaining distance was only seven centimeters.

Under Jiang Su's repeated provocations, Ono Wang sat motionless, as if he was having inseparable soul communication with this chair.

He pondered for a moment, then suddenly his eyebrows frowned, he raised his legs, leaned on the gaming chair behind him, and assumed the posture of a domineering president.

"Is this meaningless comparison meaningful? How old are you this year?"

"Can you be more mature like me?"

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The author has something to say:

Yu Fanzhou: I wish Team Jiang a happy Teacher's Day. Although you are not a teacher, you have taught me pretense, ambiguity, cynicism, hilarious, unreadable, and single skills. You are my teacher.

Jiang Su: I didn’t teach you the last one, don’t talk nonsense

Yu Fanzhou: Whether you teach or not, the judges know it well :)

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Thanks to the little angel who threw the landmine: First, be kind and always place one;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!