Please stop your ripping off

In Los Angeles in September, the nights are still sultry.

There is a small Internet cafe hidden in the corner of Yingfeng Lane. The front door is not big, and the signboards are all tattered. There are countless people passing by, but no one will stop for it.

The owner of the Internet cafe was slumped on the chair, fanning himself, complaining: "It's already autumn, why is it still so hot, is the air conditioner turned on?"

The little girl next to her smiled, "You forgot that the air conditioner was broken long ago, and it hasn't been repaired for two months."

The boss paused for a moment when he fanned the wind, and then suddenly realized.

He looked at the clock hanging not far away, and muttered to himself, "It's time to come."

The little girl was curious: "What should I come?"

The boss looked at her and smiled: "A very powerful character."

Before the words were finished, the doorbell rang, and a figure opened the curtain and walked in.

The man was dressed in black with a hood, his whole body was hidden in the darkness, only half of his delicate jaw was exposed.

When the little girl saw him, her eyes straightened, and she stared at him as he came to the front desk.

The man possessed himself to register the information. After finishing writing, the little girl handed the paper to the boss. She didn't have time to read it carefully. She just took a quick look and remembered the handsome guy's name.

The three big characters Xie Zeyan are lying in the front row, with flamboyant and wanton brushstrokes, and they have the same charm that people will never forget.

"Boss, three hours." Xie Zeyan scanned the money and shook the phone at the boss.

His knuckles were clearly skinny, and his complexion looked a little pale. The little girl could not smell the faint smell of disinfectant on his body until he got close. He looked like a regular resident of a hospital.

The boss still took the card for him, worried: "You are not in good health yet?"

"It's an old problem." Xie Zeyan replied with a hoarse voice.

"Let's go and have a look when you come back, it won't work all the time." The boss casually handed him a piece of bread.

Xie Zeyan took it, swept the money over, and said, "Thank you."

The boss frowned, but didn't say anything, watching him walk towards area c.

The Internet cafe was a bit stuffy, and when turning a corner, Xie Zeyan raised his hand and took off his hood, which immediately caught the little girl's attention.

His bones are slightly aggressive, he has a temperament of not disturbing strangers, his eyebrows are exquisite and three-dimensional, and his roots are tall and straight. Just by looking, he doesn't seem like someone who would go in and out of such a small Internet cafe.

It's like a rich man.

The little girl was dumbfounded.

After watching the figure disappear from sight, she reached out and patted the boss with a dissatisfied tone.

"Boss! You're not righteous, why don't you tell me about such a handsome guy!"

The boss looked at her: "Don't think so much, he's not suitable for you."

"Why isn't it suitable? I think he looks good to me, but he doesn't look very healthy..." The little girl was not convinced.

The boss sighed: "He is too complicated."

"How complicated can it be? They have all gone to places like ours to play games." The little girl muttered.

The boss looked at the direction he left: "This man... seems to be a very powerful god in PlayerUnknown's Battlegrounds. I accidentally saw his name when I passed by his phone two days ago. My son has been talking about him all this time. It is said that Many top teams are sending him invitations, and the price has reached six figures."

The little girl was dumb, and her mouth opened a little uncontrollably: "No way, then why would he fight here? Logically speaking, shouldn't it be in a more advanced place?"

The boss smiled: "Maybe it's incognito,"

When passing by Area A, Xie Zeyan glanced at the big screen next to it. On it was the live broadcast of the third PUBG offline game. There were many people around there, shouting from time to time.

And what makes their blood boil is precisely because of a name.

Ares.

Just four simple words are enough to attract everyone's attention.

"This amateur is too strong. He defeated the old king. The old king is the strongest assaulter!"

"I know him. He came out during this time, and he is very popular."

"Being in the top five in a place where there are many professional players... How amazing is this, can't it be the trumpet of some professional player?"

One of them reached out and touched his chin, "Probably not, he is very mysterious, he seems to be online for three hours a week, professional players don't do that, do they?"

After hearing those four words, another person joked, "Maybe they are underage."

"Fart, this operation seems to be done by a minor? He must be a big boss!" He directly refuted.

"Which boss do you see only log in for three hours..."

Without squinting, Xie Zeyan turned a corner and sat in his seat, swiping his card skillfully.

He took out a wet towel and wiped the keyboard and mouse in front of him, frowned and blew away the soot on the mat, and then reluctantly put his hand on it.

The computer in area C was in poor condition, and it took 3 minutes to connect to the live broadcast room.

If it was in the past, Xie Zeyan would definitely smash this broken computer directly, and then spend money to buy a set with the latest configuration.

But not now.

After being kicked out of the house by the old man, he fled to this dilapidated small city, and all his money was stolen at the station.

Now his savings are no more than three digits.

For his meal money this week, Xie Zeyan decided to endure it.

He opened PUBG and skillfully started the solo queue.

Under this configuration, the screen was not only stuttered, but also blurred to the point where enemies in the distance could not be seen clearly. After landing, Xie Zeyan picked up a handful of M16A4s on the ground and touched them in the wild.

His current position is still a certain distance from the safe zone, and when the angle of view is turned halfway, he sees the Taoist figure.

But the network speed was too slow, and the person disappeared from sight before the angle of view changed.

Xie Zeyan was not angry, but continued to search for supplies, filling his backpack with painkillers and drinks.

This is his usual way of playing, anti-drug.

Because the melee in the circle was too exhausting, he simply took a few more bottles of medicine and huddled in the poisonous circle. Anyway, with his configuration, he would definitely die, so he might as well be a little bit more.

He didn't survive for long, though.

Finally, he killed someone outside the circle with his sixth sense, and before he found the car, it was stolen by the old Yinbi who appeared in the next room who didn't know when.

The screen went dark, Xie Zeyan took off the earphones a little annoyed, and tapped it several times before he could barely hear the sound.

A barrage across the live broadcast room.

[No bro, why are you here to start a live broadcast after everything is done like this? ]

"Hardware problem." Xie Zeyan said so.

The man obviously didn't believe it.

[I touched my face and haven't seen it yet, I'm really blind. ]

After the others heard this sentence, they all echoed.

[Laughing, when did he kill someone? ]

[The dishes are so bad that my 80-year-old grandma is not as good. I beg you not to start a live broadcast to take up resources. ]

[Take a real hammer to play the game. ]

[What do you want to be a chicken-eating anchor with this technology?Isn't it good to go home and farm?

At some point behind him stood a yellow-haired man, and the two brothers put their hands on his chair.

Xie Zeyan has a little impression of him. People in Internet cafes are like this, and they can chat with everyone. Huang Mao only came to him in the past few days. Although he is not a friend, he barely knows him.

Huang Mao was originally here to observe the operation, but after seeing the few bullet screens passing by, he became impatient.

"Are you blind? You're talking about hardware problems. This buddy's earphones are broken, so who can hear the footsteps? Do you really think it's a mobile game? A bunch of unqualified stuff." Huang Mao was obviously annoyed by them.

He patted Xie Zeyan on the shoulder, "Brother, why are you so good-tempered, you don't scold these idiots after talking about it?"

Xie Zeyan said indifferently: "They say what they say, and it has nothing to do with me."

He continued to start the game, landed in P city and picked up a gun, just after finishing a person, he heard Huang Mao continue to speak.

"Look, this is the boss. This broken device is so deadly that he can still kill people on the ground. Did you see how many bullets were used? Three shots, directly headshot to kill! You have the nerve to spray people's food."

The fans in the barrage were obviously not convinced and started arguing with him.

"Can you do this operation? Did you see that, the shotgun is one against two, what is this, it is equivalent to letting you take a small wooden stick to one-on-one with two people with full-level equipment, and you can replace one of them. Call technology!"

"Stop jumping around here with a group of bad guys. You haven't seen what this dude looks like two days ago. He went straight to the island with 23 kills in a single row. A group of guys who have never seen the world!"

The saliva that Huang Mao said was flying all over the place. In contrast, the grayed out screen.

Xie Zeyan took off the earphones, clicked his tongue, and called Huang Mao to go out together to get some air.

The Internet cafe is extremely hot, and there are all kinds of messy smells mixed together, which makes it a bit unacceptable.

Just staying inside, Xie Zeyan felt a little nauseated.

He leaned against the wall at the entrance of the Internet cafe, took out a mint from his pocket, stuffed it in his mouth, and chewed it hard, trying to suppress the nausea in his stomach in this way.

Xie Zeyan looked at the messy stall not far away, all kinds of oil stains had stained the ground dark brown, and twitched the corners of his mouth.

He thought he would never come to such a place in his life.

But I didn't expect that one day I would really stand here.

Kind of funny.

"A cigarette?" Huang Mao handed over a cigarette, and Xie Zeyan accepted it, hesitating for a while.

"never mind."

Huang Mao didn't mind at all, and withdrew his hand, "Let me tell you, that group of people just now are really fucking idiots, why are you so good-tempered, you can really bear what that person scolded you for." The more Huang Mao thought The more angry, "If you have the quality of the A-zone machine, just hit them in the face."

Xie Zeyan said indifferently: "What's the matter, they just swear, but they can't do anything big."

Huang Mao looked at the noble boy in front of him, his complexion was sickly white, in stark contrast to the wall of the Internet cafe, such a handsome guy, even a gentleman couldn't help but be moved.

This person is not only handsome, but the game he secretly watched two days ago was even more exciting.

This buddy beat through high-end rounds with a 98k, and even knocked down a person driving a car on the bridge with a single shot. The gun flew out the moment the camera was opened, so handsome that it exploded.

Huang Mao smiled, "Dude, I've been watching you for a long time, why don't you come and form a team for us?"

Xie Zeyan lowered his eyes: "Sorry, I'm not interested."

Huang Mao still didn't give up and started to introduce himself to him.

"Our team's treatment is very good. If you come, the basic salary can be paid to five figures. After my observation during this period, you should be short of money, right?"

Xie Zeyan smiled, and broke his thoughts with one sentence: "I am a high school student."

Huang Mao's face suddenly changed, and he was speechless for a long time.

It wasn't until half a minute later that he spat out a sentence.

"You're only in high school? Are you an adult?"

Xie Zeyan cast down his eyes casually: "I've been an adult for a month now."

Huang Mao seemed very dissatisfied that the person he had finally spotted ran away like this, his brows were furrowed, and after thinking for a moment, he opened his mouth.

"Tsk, that's still too young. Otherwise, let me tell you a way to get quick money. You go to the live broadcast platform to sign a contract. With your face, you will definitely be popular."

Xie Zeyan looked at him, "Sign the contract?"

My current source of income is basically pick-up play. Although I have heard that live broadcasting can make money, but with his current popularity, I am afraid that he will have to work hard for a month to earn enough living expenses.

Huang Mao hummed, "You go to the largest live broadcast platform, and the basic salary is only two thousand if you pass the review."

Xie Zeyan lowered his eyes and pondered for a moment.

Seems like a way out too.

"Thank you brother." Xie Zeyan patted him on the shoulder, "I'll treat you to dinner when I'm on the rise."

Huang Mao smiled: "It's okay, aren't these all good brothers."

Returning to his seat, Xie Zeyan sat for a while, remembering what Huang Mao said just now.

He typed a few words in the input box, and after hitting the Enter key, a beautifully crafted webpage came into view.

Xie Zeyan slid the mouse and finally found the signing application at the bottom.

PUBG divisions: the lowest rank is Platinum in single/double mode, and the lowest rank is Gold in four-player mode.

Xie Zeyan looked at his silver two-player mode and fell into deep thought.

The phone next to him vibrated, and he picked it up to see that it was a message from another anchor.

[A certain young master]: Are you here to play games?