I became Piktao’s elf

Early the next morning, An Lan got up with pain all over his body and cursed: "Damn Muggle trainer, poisonous milk trainer!"

"God's 18-day hero pool expansion training, no one can sleep during the winter vacation, right?"

"Wait for me... I swear that I will fight Muggles, poisoned milk, gambling and drugs!"

"What's wrong, Brother Lan? You're getting more and more angry every day, 666!" Lao Jiu had been lying at the door, specially waiting for An Lan to get up before coming in!

In this way, An Lan couldn't say the words that made his face darken!

"As expected of a great anchor, my temper has gotten louder!"

Lao Jiu walked into the house with a smile. He was stubborn.

Since he established playing in the NBA as his ultimate goal, playing in the NCAA as his long-term goal, and entering the American basketball school team as his short-term goal, he has not slept a single day since the beginning of the winter vacation!

Every day I get up with the trainer and go for a morning jog, and I never slack off!

Hearing what An Lan said, although he didn't know what the poisonous milk and Muggle thing meant, he knew the following sentence.

Lao Jiu sat by the bed and asked: "Brother Lan, could you say less? Three evils and one harm?"

"What's missing?" An Lan said with an upright face: "I, An Lan, advise you to be careful in your words and deeds! How is the data in the live broadcast room recently?"

Seeing An Lan change the subject, Lao Jiu did not doubt that he was there, happily patted his thigh and said: "That's great, Brother Lan, we have basically been setting records these days."

"Since the day you played the peak match in Fuso District four days ago, the daily activity in the live broadcast room has been increasing every day."

"I even wonder if all the water lovers from all over the Internet have come to our place."

"So far you have reached the summit of Shikoku, and you have reached the summit strongly!"

"This is incredible!"

Lao Jiu took out his mobile phone and opened a post, "Here~ this is analyzed by some experts!"

"They say that if you have the strength to reach the top of the stick server peak competition, then you can naturally reach the top in other servers."

"But the problem is that all competition regions around the world know that you have said harsh words in advance and after live broadcast, they will definitely create various situations. Even if they cannot prevent you from reaching the top, they will slow down your pace."

"In other words, you, An Lan, are capable, but it is impossible to win the top spot in the peak competition of fifteen divisions in 30-45 days!"

An Lan raised his eyebrows, "War quagmire? Do you want to drag me to death?"

Lao Jiu grinned and said: "Now that we have won four divisions, I am afraid that the Cactus Kingdom will have some countermeasures tonight."

He opened another screenshot on his mobile phone. It was a foreign social software - INS.

An Lan took a curious look and laughed out loud.

Lao Jiu’s screenshot was last night’s update from Wei Tongfa, the captain of the strongest team in the Cactus Country Division.

The accompanying picture is a photo of him and Fmvp when he won the Cactus Country Summer Championship this summer.

He holds the summer championship trophy in his left hand and the Fmvp trophy in his right hand.

Wei Tong grinned with big teeth, and his arms were very conspicuous.

【picture】

[Wei Tong: I heard that there is a passerby king who wants to win the top spot in the top 15 competition regions? Ohmygod! It's not just a fluke that you defeated the False God once in the peak match, it feels like you are already invincible! Boy, study hard. Also...have you seen the FMVP trophy? 】

[Oh, by the way, one last thing. I am currently number one in the Cactus Country Division Peak Tournament. If you really dare to come, I will kick your ass with my boots! I don't care if you're underage! Jie Jie Jie Jie! 】

The comments from netizens below all praised Wei Tong and belittled An Lan, facing such a rampant passer-by in foreign competitions like An Lan.

The competition regions of various countries are now sharing the same hatred, and the professional players of the major teams are also very happy.

I was worried about not getting much exposure during the offseason, but I didn’t expect that I could take this opportunity to gain some popularity!

Especially those who are not popular in the arena have gained a lot of fans recently by criticizing An Lan!

An Lan curled her lips and didn't care at all. After washing, she ate breakfast contentedly.

Lao Jiu asked worriedly: "Brother Lan, aren't you worried? I read on the forum that it was said that Fusang Kingdom and Yin San Kingdom were not prepared before you stole the tower."

"They concluded that you only have seven heroes. As long as you ban six and grab the remaining one. Then your strength when using other heroes can only be said to be strong, but it cannot change your destiny."

"The water friends in our live broadcast room also call you..."

"Ang?" An Lan's face changed, "What's your name? Damn, are these guys my fans? They make fun of me every day!"

"Hahaha!" Lao Jiu burst out laughing. He finally couldn't help it anymore. "They think you only know seven heroes, and now they call you the Seventh Hero!"

"The Seventh Peak Master? Blanch it! Cough cough cough cough... I'll blanch it!"

An Lan choked on her milk after hearing this title, and coughed for a while before she recovered.

"No, you are the house manager, you have to give me some nice nicknames in a rhythm!"

"Otherwise, it will be too uncomfortable for me to play professionally in the future. Look at the other people!" An Lan said depressedly: "Quan Yueye is nicknamed the Big Devil, the mid laner in Europe is called Thunder King, and the counter laner in the United States is called Sparta. Warrior! I ride on a horse and call him Seven Times Hero? Is that ridiculous? Huh?"

"Hahahahaha..." Lao Jiu covered his stomach and rolled on the bed with laughter, "I can't do it anymore, hahaha, damn! Qicilang...hahaha!"

An Lan: "???"

"Okay, now I seriously suspect that you are contributing to this!" An Lan smiled and said sinisterly: "Then don't blame brother for saying bad things about you to Zhong Ling'er! If Wang Xian knew that your socks were thrown on the ground, it would Stand still, I'm afraid..."

"Hey! Brother Lan... Brother Lan~~~"

When Lao Jiu heard this, he immediately panicked and ran to An Lan flatteringly, "How could I add fuel to the flames? They have gone too far!"

"Don't say anything bad about me to Sister Ling'er. If Sister Wangxian finds out, I'll be finished! That's my first love!"

An Lan was expressionless, "Then you..."

"I'll make arrangements tonight to find some sailors to change the direction of the tide for you!" Lao Jiu patted his chest and vowed: "I promise to make them forget about Qici Lang and arrange for you to have the most awesome and powerful foreigner. Number!"

"Well, that's pretty much it." An Lan nodded with satisfaction, "No matter what, we are not afraid of any conspiracy! It's not like we have never fought a game involving actors."

Lao Jiu nodded in agreement, and after seeing that there was nothing unusual about An Lan continuing to eat, he ran to the bathroom in a panic.

After locking the door, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Huh... I'm blanch, I thought Brother Lan found something."

Lao Jiu took out his mobile phone and deleted all the chat records with several other house managers and those at the top of the contribution list.

Then he changed back the fan card in the live broadcast room that was just changed in the morning, Peak Seven Times Lang → Top of Immortal

After doing this, Lao Jiu breathed a sigh of relief. Otherwise, An Lan might have stabbed himself when he saw that the fan card had turned into [Peak Seventh Man] at night!

"I was almost exposed, so close!"

Lao Jiu wiped the sweat from his head and felt lucky for his wit.

[Author's digression]: Thanks to [Wutong] for the golden ticket

Thanks to [Waiting for the Moon Rise] for a golden ticket

Thanks to [Nankeyimeng] for 1 golden ticket