After snatching the old Gong five heads

Circle of Destiny ([-])

When he woke up the next day, Qi Qi was appointed by Qi's father to be a guide for Fu Yi and Ye Junzhi. Thanks to Fu Yi's deep understanding of Qi Qi's temperament, he said that he didn't need to take him around when they met, and the three of them found it at will. A cafe took a seat.

Ye Junzhi wanted to lead Qi Qi to debut in the C position. If he didn't want to be a popular idol, he could at least be a super popular anchor on the live broadcast platform he and Fu Yi partnered with. Naturally, he couldn't leave the current domestic e-sports circle with three words.

While chatting, Ye Junzhi's topic suddenly turned to the Miracle Club. Most people in the circle are very clear about the current operation of the Miracle Club. It all depends on the Qi family and Qi Yu's sister, Qi Qi's second aunt Yu Qing spent a lot of money to maintain it.

In the past few years, Qi Yu has put down his work and barely managed the club, but in the end, Qi Yu is not interested in this aspect of work itself, and has invited several professional managers one after another. Most of them heard about Miracle Club. name, he shook his head and refused to take over.

Compared with the Miracle Club today, it cannot be described as much worse than it was back then. It can only be said to be dilapidated, but it carries too much fame and aura. Yu, the second miracle team, there is only one ending left——

failure.

"I heard from Sister Yu that she had a conversation with Nan Jue before, but it didn't work out?" Ye Junzhi pushed his caramel brulee in front of Qi Qi, and while feeding the little guy, he said, "If Nan Jue can Back to Miracle, I will invest in the shares with you, Brother Fu. When the time comes, unspoken rules, get a local team manager, and I will feel happy when I think about it."

Fu Yi glanced at him, but out of the corner of his eye, he could clearly see that Qi Qi's hand holding the spoon stopped for half a second, and then slowly dropped.

Ye Junzhi: "As long as there is one Nanjue, find three newcomers who are above the passing line. After training for about half a year, you should be able to reach the upper-middle level. It depends on what sister Yu thinks. If she insists on transferring the club, or Turn it off directly, and then it will be difficult to deal with it in the future.”

Fu Yi: "The premise is that Nan Jue Le is not happy. That kid is about to retire. It's not difficult, it's simply impossible."

Ye Junzhi was silent, his eyes unconsciously turned to Qi Qi, and his tone was obviously flattering: "Xiao Qi, you really don't think about it? After all, the miracle was created by Yu Shen, and you don't want it to just disappear, do you?"

Qi Qi understood what Ye Junzhi meant, and also knew what Fu Yi was thinking, but he still shook his head: "I can't."

Not unwilling.

But not.

Ye Junzhi didn't know what this failure meant, but Fu Yi knew it, and he was even clear about it.

The child still couldn't get over this hurdle after all.

Ye Junzhi heaved a long sigh: "In the past two years, FPS-type games, whether it is player popularity or media attention, have risen rapidly. The e-sports circle is no longer dominated by the League of Legends. Originally, I wanted to convince Sister Yu, Shut down other divisions, and started to build a new team to concentrate on the project of PlayerUnknown's Battlegrounds."

Now that the negotiation with Nan Jue failed, Qi Yu's decision to sell the team is more determined than before.

Ye Junzhi: "Isn't selling the team the same as selling Yushen's reputation? If that's the case, I'd rather just shut down the club."

"Sell the team?" Qi Qi's arms suddenly stiffened, and he raised his head with sharp eyes: "What do you mean?"

Seeing this, Fu Yi quickly comforted him: "Don't listen to his nonsense, it's just a normal club transfer, and the transfer is just some facilities in the headquarters. The new club will definitely be renamed when the time comes."

"What if you don't change your name?" Qi Qi looked straight at Fu Yi, what if he continued to use the name "Miracle"?

What if you continue to use the banner of the little uncle?

"Actually, this kind of situation is not impossible." Ye Junzhi nodded in agreement, forcibly ignoring Fu Yi's non-stop murderous eyes, and continued: "It's a bit stressful to bear the golden signboard of Yushen, but It’s good to get some eyeballs and make a gimmick.”

In today's e-sports circle, there are countless teams of all kinds. Not all teams have the heart to climb the pyramid, and even if they want to do well, not everyone can be the best.

Just like what Ye Junzhi said, if there is a player of Nanjue's level in Miracle Town, even if it's one-one-three, in a game like PlayerUnknown's Battlegrounds, they might be able to form a good team.

What's more, with Nan Jue as the foundation, why worry about good rookies not setting their sights on miracles?

of course.

Qi Qi is also a good choice.

The best choice is of course Nan Jue and Qi Qi together. With his long-term vision of the No. 18 ancestral profiteer of the Ye family, the miracle team with these two will definitely become the leader of the new generation.

Compared with Ye Junzhi, who has a bright mind, Qi Qi, a withdrawn boy, only has one of the simplest and most difficult questions in his mind: How much money does it cost to buy the Miracle Team?

He didn't ask the exit, and he didn't dare to ask the exit.

He didn't have that much money, and even if he had that much money, he didn't think he could manage a team well.

As an internet-addicted teenager who was on vacation, Qi Qi felt that he was so useless for the first time.

……

Domestic time, seven o'clock in the evening.

Having made an appointment to score points together in the Asian server, Nan Jue opened the game a few minutes early, and while waiting for Qi Qideng to play YY, he casually glanced at yesterday's game update information.

Glancing at the data changes of AKM and the recoil increase of the 5.56 rifle, Qi Qi's clean and childish voice sounded in his ears: "NJ?"

"En." Nan Jue responded, and after inviting him to line up, he asked, "You can choose the map yourself, the old map or the desert?"

"Old picture."

"So hard to think about it?" Nan Jue casually teased, and honestly chose the old picture with his right hand holding the mouse.

Qi Qi was not very interested, so he gave a low hum.

He was silent for a moment, realizing that his behavior was a little impolite, so he had nothing to say: "Tomorrow is the first day of the PGL game, will you watch the live broadcast of the game then?"

"What? Want to invite me to watch it with you?" Nan Jue opened the big map and glanced at the route, "If you are willing to dance school with me, I can consider staying with you for a night?"

Qi Qi: "..." I always feel that there is a strange hint in these words, what's the matter?

The withdrawn boy whose Chinese is not very good silently put his own orange mark in the school. Nan Jue smiled in satisfaction: "You earned it, my commentary is absolutely professional."

Qi Qi would like to reply, in fact, I am more willing to listen to the British English commentary with a pure accent, rather than the awkward and difficult Chinese commentary, which is still from the mouth of a non-professional.

But there is no way, our little boy is a warm boy by nature, so he can't bear to speak out against a 28-year-old Internet addict on the other side of the mainland.

The moment the airline flew over the school, the two pressed the F key at the same time to jump off the plane. Qi Qi turned his perspective, looked at the dense black spots in the sky, and twitched the corners of his pretty eyes slightly.

Nan Jue's clear voice came from the earphones, "One, two, three, four, five... yes, add our five teams."

A small school, full of ten people jumped.

Exciting batch!

Qi Qi glanced at the height of the players around him, and reminded: "I am the first, if you are slow, go to the dormitory first."

"Tsk." Nan Jue raised his eyebrows, "Comrade, you are questioning my game skills."

"Yeah." Qi Qi didn't deny it at all, and even said with contempt: "The last time I jumped from school, who was the one who landed in a box with two hands?"

"..." The face slap came too fast, Nan Jue twitched the corner of his mouth slightly, "I won't do it this time, I'll let you see the true level of the master in the campus of R City."

Qi Qi landed first, and picked up a sniper on the ground, "98k on the ground, Shu..."

Before the word "comfortable" came out, a person suddenly rushed in front of him.

Qi Qi was hit on the head by someone before he could load the bullet puller. He quickly pressed the keyboard with his left hand, moving left and right while loading the puller.

Nan Jue, who landed the last step, saw that he was beaten to the ground, and laughed at his strength: "Land the fire stick, understand."

The answer to Nan Jue was a 98k gunshot.

Knockdown with one shot, headshot with the second.

"Well, a fire stick." Qi Qi raised his chin slightly.

It was rare to hear a child repeating his own words with a bit of arrogance. A smile flashed across Nan Jue's eyes. He raised his hand and sprayed the person into a box twice, and licked away the only handful of AKM and Two shuttles with 7.62 bullets.

After easily disposing of the two people in the lecture theater, Qi Qi happened to join him from the top of the building to the first floor. The two exchanged information about the supplies, and Nan Jue suddenly said, "Come on, I have a treasure here."

"Eight times mirror?" Qi Qi retracted his gun and jumped over the wall into the classroom.

After finally walking around to the room where Nan Jue was, I heard him say: "Here, I'll give you one of the extra green heads." There was indeed a first-class helmet with green oil and shiny reflections under his feet.

"...Don't." Silently glanced at the gray first-level haircut on Nan Jue's head, and then at the second-level camouflage haircut on his own head, Qi Qi turned around with a look of disgust, and left a sentence: "Except Eightfold and gun ass, nothing else."

"I have a butt." As soon as Nan Jue finished speaking, he turned his back and pointed his ugly afro black man's ass at Qi Qi.

Qi Qi was silent for two seconds, and then——

He took out the pistol in his waist and fired two shots at Nan Jue's feet. Looking at the green hole on the black man's foot, he was stunned for a moment, and suddenly laughed out loud.

The clean and pure laughter traveled more than 9220 kilometers, across the entire Eurasian continent, and rang in Nanjue's ears.

He hissed lightly.

Itchy ears.

very itchy.

On the mouth, he said meanly: "Wow, little comrade, let's find out about murdering your own husband!"

What answered him was a well-made bomb, and a young boy's voice that became angry from embarrassment: "Speak nonsense again, and I will kill you with one shot!"