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At eleven o'clock in the evening, Shen Qiu was waiting for someone on the side of the street.

The neon lights of the night market signs flickered behind, and the smell of smoky barbecue wafted from the people coming and going. He checked the time and took a breath.After dinner, he came back from the farmhouse, drove for two hours on the road, and fell asleep after taking a shower at home, but a phone call dragged him out of the goose down quilt again.

Now 10 minutes had passed since the appointed time, Shen Qiu almost suspected that he was pigeoned by the other party.

Japan is a nation known internationally for observing the concept of time... He muttered and looked at his watch again, it was eleven past five.

But even though he was full of complaints, he didn't dare to leave. The person he was going to meet this time was very important and would determine the survival of the PUBG branch in the next year.

Shifting the focus to the other leg, Shen Qiu looked at this and that on the road, paying attention to whether there were any passers-by who "couldn't be local at first sight".

While he was looking around, a cool stretched Lincoln slowly slid towards him and stopped firmly in front of him.Then, the co-pilot got off a man in black dressed as a bodyguard, opened the back door, and made a "please" gesture to him: "Is this Mr. Shen? President Yamamoto invites you to get in the car."

Chinese pronunciation is blunt.

Shen Qiu felt that the battle was a little rough, and unconsciously clamped his small purse.He thought that the sponsor would send a project leader, and then the two of them would just find a nearby Costa to chat with, but the situation in front of them obviously exceeded his expectations.

Lincoln, bodyguards, the president... My mother, so formal, I knew he would put some hairspray on before going out.

Shen Qiu lowered his body slightly and saw a man sitting in the middle of the seat.Because of the viewing angle, I can’t see above the chest, but I can only see that his suit is elegant and high-quality, with a contract spread out on his lap, the hand pressed on the paper is slender and fair, the nails are neatly manicured, and there are flesh pink crescents one by one. Very clear.With just one hand, it can be seen that he is a man full of luxury.

"That's your president inside?" Shen Qiu confirmed to the unsmiling bodyguard in black.

"Yes."

After getting a reply, he straightened the collar of his fancy shirt, plucked his hair twice, and bent over to get into the car.

In the spacious car, Shen Qiu cautiously sat across from the man, and the car started up, walking steadily on the street.

Only after meeting each other did he realize that the future patron's father is an out-and-out handsome man, very young, about the same age as Bo Ye, and his smile makes people feel like a spring breeze, gentle and gentle without fear of aggression.

"Hello, Manager Shen, I'm going to Nosuke Yamamoto." The man put down his overlapping long legs, bowed slightly and extended his hand towards him, "Today's flight is late, I'm very sorry."

Under the influence of his affinity, Shen Qiu became less nervous, and shook hands with him: "Hi, hello, President Yamamoto, I'm Shen Qiu. I didn't wait long, it's okay."

Yamamoto Nosuke said with a good personality: "You can just call me Yamamoto."

Shen Qiu suddenly came to his senses, surprised: "You speak Chinese 6! Are you really Japanese?"

Yamamoto looked at him in confusion: "Six?"

"Oh, it means that he speaks Chinese very well, which means very native." Shen Qiu laughed dryly, and was used to making jokes with Pang Haihai's group, so his words were not so strict.

Nosuke Yamamoto was stunned, and repeated "6" in a low voice, like a good student who has learned new knowledge: "My mother is Chinese, and I used to study in China in high school."

Shen Qiu nodded. It turned out that he was of mixed blood. He looked at the man again and felt vaguely familiar: "Mr. Yamamoto, have I met you somewhere?"

Yamamoto Nosuke smiled, "I'm very embarrassed to say that I have been exposed by the media for a few photos, I don't know if Manager Shen has seen them."

Shen Qiu wasn't sure. After all, it was hard for such a good-looking person who was on the rich list not to be targeted by the media. Maybe he had seen it when he checked the entertainment news, so he didn't think about it.

"Manager Shen, this is the re-drafted contract. I believe you have received the fax. Do you have any comments?" Nosuke Yamamoto handed him the contract he had read earlier.

Shen Qiu took it with both hands, and smiled when he saw the contract: "I've read it, and the conditions are very satisfactory. Yamamoto Enterprise has a great conscience for our BFour."

The Yamamoto family made up for the funding gap caused by Ego's divestment after Australia won the championship, and the sponsorship was enough for the PUBG branch to have enough food and clothing for a whole year. This is also the largest contract Shen Qiu has signed since becoming a manager.

"If there is no problem, you can sign at any time to take effect at any time." Yamamoto then changed the topic, "Manager Shen, I heard that the PUBG branch has recruited a group of youth trainees. Tomorrow is the assessment day?"

Shen Qiu didn't expect the sponsor's father to investigate their schedule so clearly: "Uh...the assessment day is indeed tomorrow."

Yamamoto smiled at him: "Don't be nervous."

Lincoln had already driven onto the elevated road, section after section of street lights came in from the car window, the car was flickering, and when he spoke again, those beautiful eyes were hidden in the dark place: "I just want to ask, is there any A boy named Tang Zhi?"

Shen Qiu stared at him blankly, vaguely understanding something.

A Japanese company, a pharmaceutical company, or a company that has nothing to do with Chinese e-sports, suddenly came to ask for sponsorship, and the terms and conditions were so favorable that even Shen Qiu found it suspicious. There is a reason.

The crux of the problem was probably Tang Zhi.

The extended version of Lincoln circled the city, and then stopped at the apartment building in late autumn.

Shen Qiu took the contract and got out of the car, the window of the back seat was lowered, the man raised his index finger to his lips, and winked at Wink: "Help keep it secret."

Shen Qiu nodded and waved: "Go slowly, Mr. Yamamoto."

After the car drove away, Shen Qiu scratched his head irritably, and troubles came to his mind.

With a contract worth tens of millions on the one hand and the club's reputation on the other, how should he choose?

Turning to the last page of the contract and looking again, Nosuke Yamamoto's name has been signed, and the seal of Yamamoto Enterprise is stamped next to it.Shen Qiu looked at it for a while, gritted his teeth, closed the contract, and walked home.

Pray that kid Tang Zhi will win him over.

Early the next morning, the base was much more popular than usual.

Internet addicted teenagers who usually stay up late have to get up early because of the assessment.Those who are less psychologically fit will be more nervous, running to the toilet over and over again; hard-working people who count every second, such as Tang Zhi’s tablemate Mo Xiaotian, reviewing the refreshment points for vehicles and boats while eating; gifted people who treat today as every day in the past For example, Yun Jialuo, after eating her own breakfast, went to ask the fat master for an egg; the self-abandoned type is more free and easy, either lying on the table to sleep or fighting with each other.

Among the many teenagers with blue eyes, Tang Zhi, who was radiant and passing by with his dinner plate, became a beautiful sight.

Walking towards the corner as usual, but was held by the hem of his clothes when he passed a table.

Tang Zhi frowned, not used to being touched by others, turned around, only to see the man wearing the team uniform loosely, with legs spread apart, lazily sitting on the chair, raised his chin towards the opposite side: "Sit."

Tang Zhi flattened his brows, and sat down across from him, seeing Bo Ye's sleepy eyes, as if he hadn't fully woken up: "What are you here for?"

He picked up the chopsticks and wiped them up and down with a napkin.

Their location is relatively hidden, but they haven't attracted much attention.

Bo Ye rubbed his eyes, leaned forward, supported his cheek with one hand on the table: "What do you think I'm here for?"

Only then did Tang Zhi notice that the Band-Aid on Bo Ye's left cheek had been replaced with the Hello Kitty he bought last night.There is always a slight sense of disobedience when a handsome and ruthless man uses a girl fan.

The corner of Tang Zhi's mouth trembled, he stopped laughing, and lowered his head to pick up the purple potato bun: "I don't know."

There are not many things that Bo Ye hated in his life, waking up early was one of them, but when he thought of the youth training team's assessment in the morning, he had to struggle to get out of bed and go to the restaurant to stay. Considered.

Bo Ye sighed, Tang Zhi didn't need him.

Tang Zhi felt a little uncomfortable under his gaze, and raised his eyelids to look at him: "Have you had breakfast?"

Bo Ye lazily shook his head.

Seeing his pale face, Tang Zhi asked, "Hypoglycemia?"

Bo Ye nodded: "A little bit, but not faint."

Tang Zhi pushed him the sweet soy milk he bought, the meaning was self-evident.

Bo Ye glanced at it, raised his eyebrows, and then raised the corners of his mouth: "It's enough to see you, you are sweeter."

Tang Zhi blushed, dragged the soy milk back, concentrated on eating, and decided to ignore the old hooligan opposite him.

After breakfast, it was almost time, and the people in the restaurant went out one after another.

Tang Zhi tidied up the table and said, "I'll go first."

"Yeah." Bo Ye got up and put on his coat, "I hope to hear good news from you this afternoon."

Tang Zhi suddenly hesitated to speak.

"What's wrong?" Bo Ye looked at him.

"It's nothing." Tang Zhi shook his head, as if trying to get rid of distracting thoughts in his mind.

"Tang Zhi." Bo Ye called him, his voice was like a gentle sea breeze, and at the same time he stretched out his hand, "I believe in you."

Looking at the fist in mid-air, Tang Zhi bit his lower lip, and lightly bumped his fist across a table.

Clothes and chopping thorns, just to stand by your side.

BFour's assessment is held in cooperation with two other clubs, one is TNT, which has recently skyrocketed in popularity, and the other is the veteran first-line team Baledge. The three clubs have a total of 17 teams.

In the morning, there are five rounds and four rows, and in the afternoon, there are five rounds of solo queue. In each game, the scores are accumulated according to the ranking and the number of kills. In the end, the assessment results and the usual results are weighted. Second team.

Teammates in the fourth row are determined by lottery. Among the 28 members of the BFour youth training team, anyone can become a teammate. Of course, I am happy to be able to form a team with a master, but I am afraid of meeting those who are at the bottom.Therefore, whether you can stay or not depends not only on your strength, but also on your luck.

When Mo Xiaotian was drawn into a group with Tang Zhi, he happily sat next to him.

Not long after, another teammate also came. Mo Xiaotian was optimistic by nature, and turned to shake hands with him: "What a coincidence, a happy cooperation."

This teammate's performance is not top-notch, but it will not be a hindrance.

The last teammate was seated, Tang Zhi frowned slightly when he saw him.It was Jiang Yichen who came, and the two hadn't had any contact since the last time they broke up in the bathroom, but Tang Zhi was always aware of his hostility towards him.

Tang Zhi adjusted the earphones, letting himself not think too much and concentrate on the game.

Jiang Yichen sat down in the fourth seat, glanced at Tang Zhi who was in front of him from the corner of his eye, and said hypocritically: "Please ask God Tang to take us with you."

Tang Zhi was not affected by him, and quickly clicked the mouse to see if there was any problem.

Jiang Yichen snorted coldly, turned his eyes when facing the computer, thought of Tang Zhi's performance in the training games, and silently made calculations in his heart.