Champion Bishop of the League

Chapter 17 The E-sports Road of the Second Generation

Club's office.

Wen Jiang listened to Qin Ming's report, answered the phone apologetically, and motioned Qin Ming to continue.

"So, you meet a high-scoring jungler, and you think he can play professionally."

Wen Jiang summary.

"You can try."

Qin Ming didn't want to talk too much, "At least you have the qualifications to enter the threshold."

The score is very important, if the rank is low, who can see you?

It's not important to say points, just say goodbye.

"Well... Since you are all optimistic about Qin Jiao. In this way, I will mention it to President Zhao."

This old fox felt that he was overwhelmed by a little burden, Qin Ming cursed in his heart.

But there was no expression on his face.

The phone rang and Wen Jiang dialed.

"What's up?"

Qin Ming vaguely heard Boss Zhao's heroic voice.

"That's right, Qin Jiao wants to sign a player. Yes, from the second team."

"You give him the phone."

Wen Jiang handed over the phone and Qin Ming greeted, "Mr. Zhao."

"I'm very satisfied with letting you lead the team."

Boss Zhao first affirmed Qin Ming's work, "I still say that, before the end of the spring game, as long as you think it is helpful to the club. If you speak, I will try my best to be satisfied."

"Thank you Mr. Zhao for supporting my work."

Qin Ming was a little flattered.

"You're the bishop, you just need to repay me with your grades."

When the call was returned to Manager Wen, the matter was settled.

"Tomorrow, I'll go with you tomorrow."

The next afternoon.

Wen Jiang drove to the base to pick up Qin Ming, and then asked for the address.

"This place, the business district."

That is, in the magic capital, otherwise Wenjiang wouldn't have this elegance, and it is estimated that Qin Ming would be able to solve it by himself.

When you arrive at the place, explain your intention to the community security and sign your name.

Qin Ming took out his mobile phone and sent a WeChat message, "We have arrived at the community, where are we?"

"No. 9, Building 1, come in along the main road and turn right and turn two corners. It says on the nameplate next to it, I'm going downstairs now."

Through the text, Qin Ming felt that the teenager was a little anxious, or, in other words, an e-sports dream?

Soon, through the car window, Qin Ming saw a boy standing under the sign from a distance. He was about the same height as himself and was thin. When he saw the car approaching, his eyes kept glancing here. Shallow smile.

Well, it's the taste of "autistic" teenagers, that's right.

After parking the car, the man came over, "Coach Qin?"

"I am. This is the manager of our club, surnamed Wen."

Qin Ming looked at it for a while and helped with the introduction.

"Manager Wen. My name is Yang Zhihao."

Don't say hello.

However, Wen Jiang is used to it. He does not spend much time with the autistic teenager. He talks very familiarly: "Xiaohao, where are your parents? Let's talk to your house."

Yang Zhihao walked in the front, helped press the door, and replied, "My dad is at home, I told him yesterday."

"Then what did your father say?"

Listening to what he said, the first thought that popped into Qin Ming's mind was that if the child's will is strong, the parent's job will be easy to do. This is his personal experience.

Yang Zhihao shook his head, "He just said he wanted to meet you."

Qin Ming put on a smile, "I should meet you. If you have any questions, just communicate and solve it. Don't contradict. You are still young, and it is not the only way to play games."

Yang Zhihao pursed his lips and said after a while, "I'm strong, right? On the League of Legends."

At the aisle gate.

Qin Ming put his hand on the boy's shoulder and patted it lightly, "Being able to become the king of Hanbok, of course, proves that you have strength."

The three entered the living room, and a middle-aged man with a belly and glasses heard the movement and came over.

"Hello."

"Hello."

After getting acquainted with each other, Manager Wen and Yang Zhihao's father got together to chat, obviously introducing the development prospects of the League of Legends professional league. Manager Wen is also no stranger. The head is still pretty good.

As for the short career, uh, if you think about it from another angle, it won't delay people too much.

In those few years, you can see clearly whether you can play or not.

the other side.

Qin Ming and Yang Zhihao sat together.

Young people are looking forward to the professional arena. Maybe the editor has watched too much and heard too many stories about creating gods, so he asked some questions.

"What do you usually train for?"

"Vision, mastering version changes, ranking, playing scrims, a lot..."

Qin Ming asked in turn, "If you go for a career, your studies will be fine, right?"

"I'm 16, and I don't want to read after junior high school. I'm not a candidate for reading."

"Ok."

Qin Ming was once again convinced that Yang Zhihao had a strong intention to pursue a career. He didn't say anything, and looked out of the floor-to-ceiling window unconsciously—

Outside the window is a small garden, grass, pavilion, and a hanging cradle. I want to come to the evening at sunset and dusk, sitting on it and brushing my phone will be very pleasant.

Not to mention Qin Ming, even a club manager like Wenjiang could not afford to live in such a place.

He has been to Wenjiang's home in Modu, which is a relatively ordinary real estate hardcover room, less than 140 square meters, with three bedrooms and one living room with kitchen and bathroom.

Of course, the rich have the troubles of the rich. As the second generation of the house, Yang Zhihao is more depressed. He likes to play games, but playing games can't be used as a meal——

Oh, you said boosting, boosting is insulated from people like him.

Although it sounds a bit Versailles, he really doesn't have to worry about money. As long as he doesn't dub or dub, and don't spend too much money, just collecting the rent is enough to make him live well for the rest of his life.

Yes, according to Yang Zhihao's unconscious disclosure, his family has more than one suite in Modu...

However, for a child from a rich family, can he endure the hardships of training? 10 hours of rank a day is not low.

Qin Ming didn't know why he came up with this idea, but he was just a little cranky right now.

In the confusion of thoughts, it seems that the conversation over there is almost the same, "Qin Jiao."

Manager Wen waved to him.

"Can he make a name for himself?"

Yang Zhihao's father stared at Qin Ming, as if he wanted to firm up a certain idea from him.

Qin Ming shook his head slightly, "I can't guarantee that he will be good on this path, but I'm sure he has the talent to walk this path."

Qin Ming thought in his heart: It's a bit difficult for players with offensive characteristics like H4cker to be unable to play.

Gold shines everywhere.

"That's it."

Yang Zhihao's father glanced at his son who was not far away, and just met his son's expectant look. He still remembered yesterday, when his son talked about this incident with surprise——

A team bishop took a fancy to him.

Maybe it's a good idea to try?he thinks.

If he can't make a name for himself in two years, it's not too late to throw him into a technical school to learn a skill.

It is not enough to support a family, but people who are raised at home will raise their wastes. Even if they are playful and have the skills to go out to work for a few hours a day, they can also train people not to be derailed from society.

Yang Zhihao's father thought about it this way. He is not like some parents who will be motivated by the management to make concessions with high salaries or competition bonuses. Although this method is not bad, some topic players are indeed very valuable, which makes people envious.

"At his age, he is in the golden period. If he had received formal training earlier, he would still have great potential to be tapped."

Manager Wen added.

Father Yang nodded, as if agreeing, and he waved to Yang Zhihao.

In fact, if a person thinks about it in his mind, many things can be easily solved.

For example, now, Father Yang patted his son on the back of the head and said that he was handing him over to Qin Ming. Qin Ming also repeatedly said that he would do his job as a coach and train him with heart.

When Father Yang asked about the check-in time and mentioned that the Chinese New Year was approaching, Qin Ming also explained along the topic, "We are also on annual leave."

Qin Ming reported the base address, and then said: "Just come over on the 14th of next month, and no more than the 16th at the latest."

After saying this, several people were polite for a while.

Father Yang wanted to stay for dinner, and proposed to go out to eat, but Wen Jiang and Qin Ming politely declined.

Because at first glance that means, it is Father Yang's invitation.

Manager Wen started the car and left as if fleeing.

Qin Ming looked back at the beautiful building that stood, and he could easily divide people into grades.

The scenery is gorgeous, who wouldn't want to.

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　　I will post another chapter tomorrow, thank you for your support.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)