I heard someone wants to raise me

eight pm.

The business district and entertainment district of Qincheng are brightly lit, and the interlaced neon lights make the night as bright as the day, which is just the beginning of nightlife.

The huge private room was full of voices, and the fierce and piercing singing wished that two hands would be born for no reason, tearing people's eardrums severely.

"Love is not what you want to buy, you can sell it if you want..."

"Fuck, stop singing, it's too fucking ugly, bring me a basin."

"Why do you want a basin?"

"It's so ugly that I'm about to throw up."

Under the flickering lights, tobacco, wine and perfumes of various flavors are mixed together, creating an indescribable luxury.

Although the light was extremely dim, it could be vaguely seen that this group of people were very young, and there was still a youthful air on their faces that was about to fade, and they were rushing non-stop to pretend to be adults.

"Master Ning, come and drink, why are you pretending to be deep there?"

Ning Jianjing sat on a single sofa a little far away, without asking a girl to accompany him, holding a wine glass on his slender and delicate fingers, not sure if he planned to drink it or not.

He is the youngest in this group, he is only 17 years old this year, and he is two months away from becoming an adult, but he is the most disappointing one in this group of second-generation ancestors.

"Hey Xianxian, go and make Xiao Ning happy." The man sitting in the middle let go of the little model in his arms, and stuffed a glass of wine into her hand, "Go, it's good to make you laugh."

This group of second-generation ancestors has a lot of money, and it is the same to accompany everyone, but Ning Jianjing is different, he is beautiful.

He is not as obscene as other people playing in the entertainment venue, with a bit of indulgence in his arrogance, compared with them, he is more like a noble young master who occasionally entertains.

The woman pinched her slender waist and gracefully walked towards Ning Jianjing, who was in the corner. Even if it didn't do any good, a night with him would be worth it.

"Master Ning."

Ning Jianjing lazily hummed, without lifting her eyelids, let her lie on her chest, unbuttoned a few buttons of her shirt, the open neckline stretches from the delicate collarbone scenery all the way to the delicate and beautiful waist and abdomen curve .

"Drinking?" The woman approached him breathlessly, her fingers boldly stroking down his chest.

Ning Jianjing opened his eyes, there was a slight crease on the slightly raised eyelids, a trace of youthful spirit was hidden in the seductive eyes, he stretched out his index finger to lift the woman's chin, and looked at the woman with a calm expression. Out of emotion.

"Want to serve me?"

His voice was very pleasant, with a coolness penetrating through the mist, and a unique sense of laziness, which made everyone's heart itch.

"Yes, Lord Ning, let's see if Xianxian is doing well." She took a sip of the half glass of spirits, then lowered her head to her lips to feed him.

The music in the private room was much quieter, and someone blew a hooligan whistle like a booing.

Ning Jianjing looked at the bullying red lips, turned his head away the moment he stuck them on, and tapped his fingertips on her exquisitely painted red lips, "No one told you, I don't drink the ones that others have touched. liquor?"

"I..." Xianxian blinked her eyes in embarrassment, a little embarrassed, "Master Xiao Ning..."

"Get up, it makes me uncomfortable." Ning Jianjing frowned, unable to breathe from the smell of cheap perfume on her body and the two lumps of fat on her chest.

Xianxian was a little embarrassed, she touched his chest with a dry smile, and teased: "Master Xiao Ning is in a bad mood, who dares not to give the Ning family face, let you..."

Ning Jianjing didn't know that his brows frowned when he was poked by that sentence, his soft words suddenly became cold and hard, "You are too heavy, it makes me uncomfortable, do you understand?"

Xianxian's face turned pale in an instant, and she looked at him in embarrassment. He hadn't reacted that much when she unbuttoned her button just now, why was she suddenly angry...

"Hey, hey, let's get up, I'm a bit discerning, didn't you see that our little Lord Ning is in a bad mood today!" The person who spoke was named Chen Jueming, who grew up with Ning Jianjing, and they were so incompetent that they depended on their father and the other By the way, the same is not going well.

"You dare to press down on our little Master Ning's delicate and expensive body. If you get hurt, can you afford it?"

Ning Jianjing ignored the joke, still closed his eyes, as if he was asleep.

Chen Jueming felt that Ning Jianjing was not in the right mood today, so he coughed and interrupted: "Come here, serve me a glass of juice for Mr. Ning, freshly squeezed, even if you leave it for a second!"

Ning Jianjing raised his eyelids and glanced at him, just when Chen Jueming thought he was about to speak, he suddenly stood up.

He walked to the center of the wine table, picked up the half glass of spirits that had just been poured, poured his head back, and put the glass into Chen Jueming's arms loosely with his fingertips.

"My little Lord Ning is full of pride!"

"Is it all right?" Ning Jianjing stood under the colorful lights, smiled slightly with the corners of his eyes slightly bent, and there was a particularly attractive temperament between the opening and closing of the narrow and beautiful fan-shaped double eyelids.

His chest was unbuttoned a lot, revealing a section of thin white chest and abdomen. Under the light, it seemed to be covered with a dazzling halo.

Ning Jianjing glanced around, but his gaze finally fell on Chen Jueming's face, "Not enough?"

"Enough, that's enough..." Chen Jueming opened his mouth, and it was definitely not enough to drink so little, but today Ning Jianjing was a little strange, and he was taken aback.

Even a little scared, like a different person.

Chen Jueming raised his hand to touch Ning Jianjing's forehead, and said worriedly: "Master Ning, have you been stimulated by something?"

Ning Jian Jingge opened his paws, picked up his coat, and waved his hands behind him: "Let's go."

Chen Jueming looked at his posture of swearing not to turn back, and couldn't figure it out to poke Fa Xiaoyan Hai next to him: "It's not Haizi, what's the matter with Xiao Ning today? Did you take the wrong medicine?"

"Having a fight with his brother."

"Ah? What's the fight?"

Yan Hai was feeding the girl some fruit when he poked her sideways and kissed him: "Honey, go and shuffle the cards first, I'll be right there."

After the girl left, he turned his head away and said to Chen Jueming: "It seems that his brother is going to cut off his source of income, and the two brothers are having a fight. Yes, after all, they are not biological. Who can take it seriously."

Chen Jueming was taken aback, frowned, approached Yan Hai and asked in a low voice: "Cutting off the source of income? Isn't this going to kill him?"

"It's not that you don't know his status in the Ning family. Brother Daning is the only one who treats him well. Now the old man just died, and there is a real illegitimate child in the family, but I heard something..." Yan Hai She hooked her fingers, waited for him to come over, and said: "Brother Daning intends to separate from Master Ning, first give him an FRG for fun."

"What is that?" Chen Jueming guessed blankly: "The car?"

"..." Yan Hai was about to be defeated by his innocence, and said with a look of hatred on his face: "At least you should also care about the development of the times, it is a wealthy e-sports team, and it defeated this world two days ago. The league and the Internet are all blown up, and everyone from the captain to the team members was hanged and executed."

Chen Jueming: "What does that have to do with me, Lord Ning? He didn't let him lose."

Yan Hai suddenly tilted his head back, and gave Chen Jueming a strange look: "You don't know that FRG is sponsored by the Ning family? The club is under the name of Lord Ning."

Ning Jianjing closed the door to cut off the noise inside, fastened the button casually, and went out while flipping through the phone book to make calls.

The connection over there was quickly connected, and with the sound of flipping files, the man said, "Have you figured it out?"

"No, what do I think, you cut off my living expenses for such a small amount of sesame and mung beans, Ning's is going to go bankrupt?"

"Not for the time being." The man paused, didn't intend to be more polite to him, and said coldly: "Call me after you think it over, and I'll say hello to the club, lest they don't know you, the corpse boss."

"You really want me to go? Aren't you afraid that I will close down your broken club?"

"If you have what it takes."

Ning Jianjing just walked to the side of the car, and subconsciously wanted to lift his foot to kick the supercar tires he bought a few days ago, before his anger was released, he said: "Limited to one year."

"What thing?" Ning Jianjing was spoiled, afraid of pain, he stopped and took it back.

"With 20.00% of the company's equity as a bet, if you can work in the club for a year and settle the settlement on the agreed date, the proceeds will be yours." The voice on the other end of the phone paused, but the sound of flipping through the files did not stop.

"If you lose, hand over all the equity in your hand." The man paused, his voice raised slightly: "How about it, dare you?"

Ning Jianjing raised his eyes to look at the pitch-black sky.

The originally bottomless hole in the eyes seemed to be filled with something in an instant, but disappeared immediately and silently, as if it had never appeared before.

"make a deal."

**

11:30 in the middle of the night.

Jing Xiuzhu couldn't sleep. He opened Weibo and looked at it for a few seconds, then closed it again. There were posts about the execution of FRG all over the place. The official blogs of the team and the club were especially tragic.

Various communities and websites are covered with hundreds of thousands of high-rise posts, and some people even edited videos of their failures and posted them on major websites. Countless black fans reveled in their failures and nailed them to the pillar of shame.

With Jing Xiuzhu as the team leader, the entire network was pointing at him in this disastrous defeat in the finals, and he was short of being called a FRG sinner.

From disappointment to ridicule to insults, now no matter whether they are black fans or true fans, they are forcing Jing Xiuzhu and FRG to apologize and give them an explanation.

Confess to a ghost.

Jing Xiuzhu got up, picked up his team uniform, put it on and went outside to smoke, but when he passed by the youth training camp, he found that the light was still on, so he put away his cigarette and walked over.

Someone noticed it and subconsciously stood up: "Jing, Jing team!"

The children stood up collectively, and there was a sound of chairs rubbing against the ground. Several pairs of eyes looked at him nervously, but no one dared to speak.

"Continue training, I'll take a look." Jing Xiuzhu curled up into a smile, with the unbreakable team uniform on his shoulders, his slender eyebrows and eyes were a little tired, and his face was as pale as ever.

Jing Xiuzhu looked behind the screen for a while, and from time to time he opened his mouth to give instructions, his voice was very low and deep, with a bit of indescribable hoarseness, like a slightly rough callus on the fingertips, brushing gently over his heart .

"You don't have to blindly pursue a good gun. If you don't get it right, even if you get a 98K, it may not be good for AKM."

"The gun is too trembling..."

The youth trainees were afraid that he would have a bad impression of themselves, but the more they tried to behave, the more mistakes they made. In the end, they couldn't even hold the gun steadily, so they directly fired an empty gun, exposing the position and being killed.

The team member watched his character turn into a box, sweating from nervousness, not daring to look at Jing Xiuzhu, and even the soft breathing in his ears seemed to slow him down.

Jing Xiuzhu lowered his eyes, "Nervous?"

The team member swallowed nervously, nodded slightly and then quickly shook his head: "No, not nervous."

Jing Xiuzhu smiled softly.

The little team member couldn't figure out what he was laughing at, and couldn't help breathing in disorder, his hands were shaking on the keyboard, and he didn't dare to shrink down.

a long time.

Jing Xiuzhu stood up straight, pulled off his team uniform, and said with a chuckle, "It's not good for children with such a little mental quality. The future of FRG still depends on you."

The team member was startled, and looked at him subconsciously, with a smile in his eyes, but there was a hint of loneliness and unwillingness in those dark eyes.

moment.

Jing Xiuzhu raised his head, evoking a sad smile of unknown meaning: "I still want to raise the World Championship trophy with you again."

The team member seemed to have been poured with chicken blood, raised his right hand and promised loudly: "I, I will work hard!"

"Okay." Jing Xiuzhu patted him on the shoulder, and wanted to say something, but the phone rang suddenly.

Jing Xiuzhu looked at the name flashing on the screen and said, "It's almost twelve o'clock, and the training is not in the moment, go back and rest early, and I will come over at nine o'clock tomorrow morning."

"Yes, Captain!"

**

Jing Xiuzhu went out, and leaned against the window to take a last look at the youth training camp, and then answered the phone, "Isn't it so hard to ask questions? Do you businessmen like to race against time?"

The man cursed the old thing in a low voice in his heart.

He really wanted to ask the teacher to blame him!

This defeat not only damaged the reputation of the FRG team, but also brought turmoil to the club, but he was so straightforward, but it made people unable to even utter the words of blame.

The man thought for a while, and added an old bastard in his heart before he finished.

Jing Xiuzhu asked: "How is it? Do I need to take the blame and resign?"

"It's fine if you fool the reporters. It's meaningless to say such things in front of me."

The atmosphere suddenly fell into an eerie silence, just when Jing Xiuzhu thought he had hung up the phone, he said again: "Xiao Ning will go to work tomorrow, you help me watch him."

Jing Xiuzhu was startled: "Your brother?"

He had heard about this cheap boss of his team who had never met before. He was only eighteen years old and quite promising.

There are two things in this life that I can't do, neither this nor that, arrogance and extravagance are number one.

looking at him?

Jing Xiuzhu asked quite seriously: "Is this my punishment for losing the game?"

The man heard his blatant refusal, and pinched his eyebrows wearily. Xiao Ning's reputation is indeed not very good, and he can understand Jing Xiuzhu's attitude.

but.

"Xiao Ning was just spoiled since she was a child. She has almost no shallow minds. She hangs out with those cronies all day long, and sooner or later she will get into trouble. I have never begged anyone in my life..."

"Oh, look at what you said, he is the sponsor of our team, why is he still begging me." Jing Xiuzhu turned his head and smiled half-truthfully: "Go to work tomorrow, right? I'll lead the team to welcome him. What does it mean that there is no need to lay a 30-meter red carpet?"

"……I was serious."

Jing Xiuzhu knocked on the window sill unconsciously, "Okay, what do you want me to do?"

"Pull him out of the quagmire, if anyone can save him, it must be you."

"Where do I have that ability? I'm just an Internet-addicted young man who leads a team to play games, and I can even participate in the operation of your club?" Jing Xiuzhu said with a smile, his low-pitched voice penetrating the signal, as if describing indifferently Deep in the cochlea, it makes people feel numb for no reason.

"He is the boss, and the operation team can't do anything cruel."

"Do you still have to deal with it? Let me beat him up for you? I have an insurance policy of 8000 million. It's not worth it to beat someone up."

Jing Xiuzhu has dealt with all kinds of reporters for a long time, and with his shamelessness and hooliganism, he can play around with those reporters who have hidden needles.

The man knew that he was no match for him, so he gave up making circles with him, "Xiao Ning is the most aggressive, and he can't stand ridicule. You don't have to do anything, just talking to him once in a while is enough to make him feel uncomfortable. If you can't find the palm of your hand... .”

Jing Xiuzhu said "tsk": "On the surface, I don't mind losing the game, but secretly stab me with this knife. You businessmen are really good at calculating."

"No, only Xiao Ning is qualified to replace you." The man smiled, and said with some seriousness: "Then I'll hand him over to you."

"It's like marrying a younger brother, that's fine." Jing Xiuzhu looked away and said, "I'll take this kid."

Ning Jianjing.

Jing Xiuzhu turned the phone with his fingertips, looked at the vast night, silently chewed the slightly awkward name twice in his heart.

Tsk, the patron of the team.

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