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The snow situation is not ideal yet. The car sent by the club to pick him up has been stuck on the road for several hours and is still far away from the airport.

"Ah, it's okay, I can take the subway there by myself." Feeling the sincere apology in the other party's words, Jiang Botao couldn't get angry, so he could only reply with a smile, "Where are you, you are too polite. Such heavy snow makes the driver Take a rest if you can. Then I’m going to take the subway, and I’ll contact you when I get there.”

Fortunately, the subway line [-] at the airport can go directly to the Samsara Club. When Jiang Botao walked out of the subway station with his luggage, the staff came forward to say hello, took the luggage, and accompanied him to the club.

As soon as he walked in front of the club building, Jiang Botao felt the tide of malice.

Its target was not himself, but it was undeniably intense and ugly, with a degree of filth that he had never seen in He Wu's team for more than half a year.

Jealousy, hatred, fear, confusion... Many kinds of negative emotions from different people, one after another, although the number is far smaller than the crowd at the boarding gate just now, they are intertwined, like knotted hair, even Jiang Botao can't help it. Sort them out.

It seems that the situation here is much more serious than expected.

This also proved from another aspect that the Samsara Club only wanted a guide in exchange for itself.Jiang Botao once had such an extravagant hope that maybe Samsara Club needed a magic swordsman, so that he could continue his original life in this team.However, this unrealistic idea was quickly denied by himself.

A warband of young Sentinels manages to poach an equally young, unbonded guide with intent that leaves little room for doubt.

Even though I felt sorry for those kind staff members of the Samsara Club, Jiang Botao really didn't have the slightest desire to combine with the Sentinels.

The long-standing entanglement and hatred for the Sentinel, as well as the resentment for this forced transfer, still quietly accumulated in his heart like a small inconspicuous dark cloud.No matter how good you are at dissolving emotions, you can't make them invisible. Instead, as you go deeper into the Samsara Club building step by step, it expands and becomes deeper.

Even so, Jiang Botao still smiled gently, thanked the staff who offered to help him put his luggage in the dormitory, and walked into the meeting room with empty hands.

At this time, Zhou Zekai had been waiting inside for quite a while.

Almost at the same time as entering the door, Jiang Botao discovered that the negative emotions that filled the entire building were extremely weak here.

This is also an aspect of the sentry's ability - he thought in his heart, judging from the degree of shielding, Zhou Zekai was undoubtedly a very good sentry.And the better the sentinel, the easier it is for information overload.This is probably the case with Zhou Zekai today, and the proof is his current emotional flow that is so chaotic that it cannot be defined.

This isn't the first time the Spellblade and Sharpshooter have met.

In the past half season, they have faced each other twice. I don't know if it was luck or misfortune. One of them was a personal battle.Due to the distance between the control seats of the two sides during the game, Jiang Botao didn't leave much of a deep impression on Zhou Zekai himself. At most, he knew that he had a handsome face that was rarely seen among professional players.

But Zhou Zekai's fighting style was still fresh in his memory.

As a flimsy long-range attack class, Zhou Zekai is more deadly than any melee fighter he has ever seen.

When being close, the sharpshooter didn't dodge the first time, but tried to cause damage to him with the spear body technique first.After all, he was also a magic swordsman of the swordsman class, and was almost thrown into disarray by this unexpected resistance, but he soon calmed down and fought back with the Earth Fissure Wave Sword.

The two duels between the two ended in Zhou Zekai's victory.This is no surprise, Jiang Botao's Magic Swordsman is far behind Zhou Zekai's Cloud Piercer in terms of equipment, and the quality of the two as professional players is even more different.

Wizard vs. Sentinel?hehe.

Even though he lost twice, Jiang Botao vaguely understood Zhou Zekai from his unusual fighting style, which seemed to be fighting with his life.

——Zhou Zekai is burning himself desperately.

Compared with the outstanding magic swordsman, this understanding may come from his other identity.

As for the reason why he was so desperate, Jiang Botao was not interested in knowing.

He doesn't have much dislike for this young and talented sharpshooter personally, but that's all; if he considers that the other party is a sentinel and his current situation, even the phrase "not much dislike" has to be emphasized again question mark.

Now, seeing that face that was hailed as "beautiful like a famous sculpture" in a magazine at close range, Jiang Botao just smiled politely: "Hi, I'm Jiang Botao."

He was careful not to get too close, and he didn't try to shake hands.

The opponent is a sentry, and an emotionally disturbed sentry, so keeping a certain distance is not a bad thing.

Zhou Zekai just looked at him silently, the expression on his face couldn't tell whether it was deep or dull.

The feelings extended from him, from the initial confusion, gradually became calm, and finally brought a little shyness and surprise that could not be concealed.

Jiang Botao felt helpless.

It was not his original intention to appease the other party's spirit when they met for the first time. Since he had no intention of marrying, he didn't want the sentinel to have too much expectation.

But his quality as a guide is really good, as long as he is nearby, he will filter out some information for the sentry, which is also impossible.

At this point, he didn't feel the need to deliberately cut off the flow of emotion and let the other party fall into chaos again, so he waited with a faint smile.

After a full half a minute, the young sharpshooter took a deep breath, turned his face slightly, avoiding the gentle sight of the magic swordsman, and replied shortly and urgently: "Zhou Zekai."

This was their unremarkable first official meeting.

Since it was already late, the manager of Samsara Club asked Zhou Zekai to take Jiang Botao to the dormitory after a few simple greetings.

Knowing that his dormitory was the same as Zhou Zekai's, Jiang Botao wasn't even the slightest bit surprised.Since the purpose of the Samsara Club is to have a guide who can appease the sentries, of course they will try to tie them together.

Feeling the manager's faint anxiety and deep expectation, Jiang Botao secretly smiled wryly, but he could only go with the flow and follow Zhou Zekai, walking silently.

The staff had already left work, and the players had probably all gone back to their dormitories. The club building was very quiet, and since there were no other people around, the chaotic emotional flow no longer existed.

The only thing that could be felt was Zhou Zekai's own feelings.

But at this moment Zhou Zekai's feelings are very pure, it can be summed up in two words: happy.

Jiang Botao can probably understand.

No matter what environment he is in, he has been said more than once: "I feel so peaceful when I am by your side..."

Thanks to his excellent guiding qualities, most of the time it is easy to resolve and perceive emotions. Almost everyone is willing to communicate with him. He has been especially favored by girls since he was a teenager. It is not that there have been people who wanted to combine with him in the past. sentinel.

——These are all built on the basis of "you can be comforted naturally by your side".

In other words, what those people longed for was not so much Jiang Botao, but their own spiritual comfort.

Jiang Botao has no intention of criticizing this, the pursuit of pleasure is a normal instinct, and it is not a shameful mistake for young people to mistake this feeling for a more intimate emotion.

Of course, he wouldn't marry someone just because he was needed.

However, if Zhou Zekai also has this kind of misidentification, it will be worse.

Zhou Zekai was too young, and his mind and emotions were too unstable. Once there was any change due to this misunderstanding, he might not even be able to control the situation.

In the same team and assigned to the same dormitory, if Zhou Zekai really insisted on asking himself—

Jiang Botao quietly looked at Zhou Zekai's figure.

Almost as tall as myself, maybe affected by the previous information overload, looks thinner than most people, almost a bit slender.

It didn't look special, but with the physical strength of the sentinel, it probably wouldn't be a big problem for him to subdue one or two Jiang Botao.

An early showdown is required.

Jiang Botao secretly made a decision, and took the initiative to break the tranquility: "Excuse me, what should I call you?"

Zhou Zekai stopped in his tracks, and Jiang Botao, who had been prepared for a long time, also stopped to avoid getting too close to him.

With the help of the light in the corridor, he saw those beautiful dark eyes staring at him intently, and the thick confusion floated up like smoke.

Even Jiang Botao felt a little uncomfortable being stared at like this.

Although the contact time is still very short, he has already learned that the young sharpshooter seems to be less good at words than in the legend, so he decided to change the question and answer questions into judgment questions to make the communication smoother.

After thinking about the other party's identity, Jiang Botao tried to propose an option: "How about—"Captain"?"

Sentinels are equally quick to hear and react.

Before Jiang Botao realized it, he was already sucked in by the pain of the instant explosion.

The loud noise like an airplane taking off tore the inside of the ear canal, the sharp pain directly pierced the inside of the chest cavity, and the unknown current grazed the spine like an electric shock, shaking his whole body.

It took him a while to realize that this was Zhou Zekai's subconscious emotion—a cry of mourning.This kind of pain is too strong, for those who have extraordinary empathy