Please stop your ripping off

The match with Zero will start on time at [-]:[-] pm.

In addition to their team, Zero also invited several teams from their own country to practice their hands. In the end, because there were not enough people, Fengshi boldly pulled Sui Nian over, and barely made up a training match.

According to Sui Nian after the game, he was eating at the time, and he was so frightened that he ran to turn on the computer in a hurry before he could swallow the food in his mouth, for fear of missing this excellent opportunity.

Facts have proved that this is indeed a good opportunity.

Let them really realize how good they are.

Two hours later, Fengshi stared blankly at the rankings that popped up on the page, he was dumbfounded.

"Isn't it? Is this really a record we can achieve?"

He slid down with trembling hands, and saw himself at the bottom, the data was ugly and horrible.

Liuliu was about to be beaten into tears, and raised his hand to wipe the corners of his eyes: "I kind of know why Lao Shi said we can't do it."

Among the [-] teams participating in the training match, they ranked sixth, Zero was far ahead of the leaderboard, and the first few teams were all teams from Europe, while their old friend Ap was ranked seventh, closely following them.

Lao Shi, who was on a business trip far away in other provinces, saw this match and made a phone call.

"What's the matter with you? Didn't I tell you to train hard before I left! This is called hard training?"

Old Shi was so angry that he wanted to pass through the phone and slap them.

The wind lion felt wronged: "You have seen it too, coach, they are a group of aggressive players, we have all chosen points to grandma's house, and they can drive over to take us to Lianwo..."

"Then you can't run? Do you have to fight them?" Old Shi said angrily.

"I can't run away." Feng Shi pursed his lips, "If we could run away, we wouldn't be sixth."

Old Shi was dumbfounded.

Although very angry, but this is true.

He also watched the whole game screen recording. The European teams headed by Zero played completely differently from those in China. If the main goal in China is to fight, then they mainly focus on killing people.

A head of [-], slowly accumulating, even if you don't make it to the top three, it is not a small amount.

"Okay, I won't quarrel with you, there is still one month, you should hurry up and practice with me, especially your rhythm." Lao Shi tried to calm himself down, "Ze Yan's command is basically no problem, you follow Don't be too stubborn, I told you a long time ago that his consciousness is terrifyingly precise..."

Lao Shi's voice was played very low.

Feng Shi swallowed lightly, and glanced at Xie Zeyan who was sitting beside him.

The opponent's brows and eyes still had the dull look, it seemed that the victory or defeat of this match hadn't affected him at all.

It's just that slightly pursed lips mean that he is not in a good mood now.

Xie Zeyan was indeed a little irritable.

Not because of losing the game, but because of that troublesome Captain Zero.

[ruler]: ahh, Ares, your team is not strong enough. (Your team is not strong enough.)

Xie Zeyan returned him with a cold face.

[Ares]: ...This is how you treat your opponents, ridicule after the game?

The other party seemed not to understand Chinese, and it took him a long time to reply.

[ruler]: It's just a friendly exchange.

Followed by a smiling emoji, no matter how you look at it, it makes people upset.

Xie Zeyan suppressed the anger in his heart.

He hates this ruler because of this, and occasionally encounters it when playing solo queue, as long as he dies first, the ruler will quickly send a message to ridicule him, he is a very annoying existence.

[ruler]: But I'm still curious, why didn't you choose to participate in the competition?I am looking forward to meeting you on the field and competing fairly.

Xie Zeyan sneered.

[Ares]: Do you think you didn't lose badly enough?

[ruler]: toothy smile.jdp

[ruler]: I hope that one day I can play a game with you in an upright manner.

[Ares]: ...just wait.

After getting rid of this annoying old beauty, Xie Zeyan moved his sore neck and looked at Feng Shi: "What did Lao Shi say?"

The wind lion smiled dryly: "What else can I say, he scolded us all over the face, saying that he bought tomorrow's ticket and flew back to watch our training, ah, the hell devil training is about to begin."

Feng Shi hugged his head in pain, and really didn't want to recall what he had experienced before.

There was a time when they were preparing for the competition, eating, drinking and drinking were basically done in the training room, and it was considered a luxury to go out to the bathroom for 2 minutes.

After more than a month of training, when I hit the wind lion, I dreamed of gunning down guns and shooting Goofy skydiving every day, and I was almost dazed.

"Let's start, we should have prepared for the battle long ago."

Xie Zeyan said slowly.

Xu Zhao beside him looked at the data summary on the screen and bit the tip of his tongue lightly.

The four letters of lamb are lying in the last few places, which looks very pitiful.

Xu Zhao lowered his eyes.

Sure enough...do I still have to work harder?

-

Because of the blow from the training match, the wind lions and the others went crazy, training desperately, basically spending half of the time in front of the computer every day, their eyes were bloodshot, they looked like a group of vampires, they looked like Very penetrating.

Feng Yi, who came back after talking about the matter, really felt sorry for these children, and specially bought some eye masks and eye drops for them to put in the training room, and told them to take a drip when they were tired, and to rest for a while.

He tiptoedly put the eye drops he bought on the table, and whispered: "Ze Yan, come with me."

Xie Zeyan looked up, took off his earphones and followed him up to the second floor.

Feng Yi closed the door of the meeting room and sighed softly: "The news from above has come down, the young master and his father... really withdraw the capital."

Xie Zeyan raised his eyebrows as expected.

"It's difficult now. I contacted several sponsors, and they refused to sign with us when they heard that Longhua had withdrawn their capital. When I called them, the attitude of those guys was ridiculously bad. I couldn't figure it out. At that time, they rushed to beg us to sign the contract, and now they say that we don't deserve it."

Feng Yi was so angry that he picked up the water on the table and took a few gulps.

"Anyway... the club's senior management has something to do with it. The money given out can temporarily relieve the pressure. We can last for two weeks at most. No, work hard to last until the World Championship." Feng Yi swallowed and gave a It would be more appropriate to say, "If we don't get sponsorship before the World Championship, we will really...become the first team in history to miss the World Championship due to bankruptcy."

Xie Zeyan lowered his eyes and thought for a moment.

"My brother sent me a message yesterday saying that he knew about our affairs, and took out some money, about 200 million, and said it was transferred to your account."

Feng Yi was stunned for a moment, then he belatedly said "oh".

"It's the money from king. I thought someone was pitying our team. There are so many messages on WeChat recently that I don't have time to read them. I'll reply to him."

Feng Yi took out his mobile phone and scrolled down to find Xie Nanfeng's chat box.

"There are really too many things these days, I didn't take care of you, how is the team?"

Xie Zeyan responded: "It's not bad, I'm actively preparing for the battle."

"Just keep playing." Feng Yi sighed, "In fact, I had already prepared for the worst. If I really can't afford the money when the World Championship is approaching, I will take out my small treasury and let you compete. ..."

Xie Zeyan was surprised: "The cost of going abroad is not low, are you sure?"

Feng Yi smiled wryly: "Then what can I do, I have finally been shortlisted, so you should just give up? I am not so cruel as your manager."

Feng Yi knew in his heart that if he really couldn't get sponsorship this time, their team might...

It's really going to collapse.

Either they were sold to other teams as substitutes by high-level names, or they were simply disbanded and these players were allowed to be divided up.

When he went to the company to talk to the high-level executives today, the other party was obviously a little impatient, and even wanted to expel the young master directly to stabilize the sponsorship, but he desperately stopped him.

"Oh." Feng Yi sighed for a long time, "Forget it, let's take one step at a time."

Xie Zeyan bit the tip of his tongue lightly, but did not speak.

-

After coming down from the conference room, Xie Zeyan noticed something was wrong as soon as he walked to the door of the training room.

There was a group of figures curled up on the sofa, with their backs to him. Although the room was a little dark, they could still be seen through the silver-white hair.

As soon as Xie Zeyan saw it clearly, there was a sound of breath coming from beside him.

"Shh, be quiet."

Feng Shi gently opened the door, "He just fell asleep, don't wake him up."

Xie Zeyan frowned: "Why are you sleeping here?"

"Just now I said I wanted to wait for you to come down. I was afraid that something might happen, but I just waited and waited..." Feng Shi pouted, "This kid has been playing for nearly twenty hours today, let him sleep here for a while .”

twenty hours...

Xie Zeyan was short of breath.

Xu Zhao is an unconvinced person in his bones, he knows it.

But he didn't expect that the training game would put so much pressure on him. Sitting in front of the computer and playing games for such a long time without sleep, even he would feel reluctant.

"Okay, I'll do it." Xie Zeyan said slowly.

The wind lion nodded reassuringly, and went back to continue training.

Xie Zeyan looked at the thin blanket on Xu Zhao's body, sighed softly, and went upstairs to get him a quilt to cover him.

He had noticed since the last regional competition that Xu Zhao was a very light sleeper, and could be woken up by the slightest movement.

The person on the sofa seemed to notice the movement, and moved uncomfortably, but quickly fell silent again.

"Fool." Xie Zeyan said softly.

The temperature in the living room is a bit low, and the wind trickles in through the crack of the door from time to time, just standing here feels cold hands and feet.

Xie Zeyan moved a few stools and barely propped up a bed beside the single sofa.

He lightly held Xu Zhao in his arms, and the temperature of the other person was indeed a bit low. After feeling the heat source, he unconsciously moved, moving towards a warmer place.

Xie Zeyan helped him cover the quilt, and then lightly kissed him on the forehead.

"Good night, have a good dream."