The return of the king of e-sports online games

The photo of Chu Yun speaking with a microphone was printed on the cover of the e-sports media magazine the next day.

Chu Yun also tried to become a small celebrity this time. If Chu Yun's popularity only existed in the word-of-mouth of some players, this time, Chu Yun has completely appeared in the eyes of the public. Wang Er, who sells vegetables on the street, and Li Si, who repairs cars at the intersection, both know that there is an arrogant uncle named Chu Hanxuan in the Heroic Century, who is trying to challenge Chu Hanxuan, the most handsome No. 1 in the dynasty.

In the streets and alleys, the rumors spread quickly.

Fans of Dynasty Dynasty, Chu Hanxuan and Liang Mengqi all sprayed: Where are the bums, and they don't look in the mirror.

Booing interface: Nima finally let the master wait until this day, the dynasty dogs and men, don't hurry to lead them to death.

The down-to-earth player sat on the bench: Lemon slv has strength.

The nympho ignored the above three: both of them are so handsome, if there is a competition, I don't know who to cheer for.

The perverts debated: the two beautiful MMs were fucked by pigs.

A non-famous and unprofessional commentary: The results need to be further observed.

The restaurant salesperson said: This person has caused violence in public places.

The police said: The prisoner was not him.

Chu Hanxuan said: You have the guts to let go.

Of course, in the end, netizens discovered that the fake Chu Hanxuan IP on the Internet was not from Beijing, obviously not the real one.

The real Chu Hanxuan was sitting in front of the computer and watching the rep of the Nightmare Altar Battle while trumpeting.

It was getting late, and in the entire empty practice room, only the display screen in front of Chu Hanxuan was shining brightly.

"It's this guy again."

Hearing the voice, Chu Hanxuan turned his head, just in time to see the coffee Liang Mengqi handed over.

"Thank you." He smiled.

"This person is very similar to you." Liang Mengqi said.

"Which aspect?" Chu Hanxuan asked.

"Victorious." Liang Mengqi said, smiled lightly, and lowered her head to take a sip of the tea in her thermos.

Chu Hanxuan shook his head, smiling noncommittally.

"He's not like me." Chu Hanxuan said, "However, this feeling really resembles a person."

"Who?"

"Son of God." Chu Hanxuan said calmly.

"..."

Liang Mengqi was silent.

She looked at Chu Hanxuan's expression, and found that he was still impermanent, but even she, who had been partnering with him all this time, couldn't know whether the wound that had penetrated deep into the surface had scabbed over.

Chu Hanxuan felt something strange, and patted the back of Liang Mengqi's hand, signaling her to feel relieved.

He smiled calmly.

"No matter who comes, I will never lose again."

At this moment, unlike the silent Dynasty, a group of people are gathering in a high-rise office building in Luwan District in Shanghai, about 1000 kilometers away from Beijing.

They surrounded the screen wall where the game video was being played, and remained silent for a long time.

When the trumpet on the screen, dragging the big axe, and the last critical strike killed the boss, the man in glasses sitting on the sofa in the center pressed the pause button.

"Who among you can beat the boss without injury?" His voice was very calm, but there was something unsettling in the calm.

For a long time, no one answered.

The man with glasses lifted his glasses with his middle finger, and turned to the deputy team beside him: "What do you think?"

"It's worth digging." The deputy team replied very concisely, no matter what you asked him, he would always give you the simplest and most correct answer.

Some people may say that his language lacks emotion, but the man with glasses appreciates this direct and simple style, just like his nickname, silent death.

"I'll leave this matter to you. Try to meet his requirements. We, Longteng, need such a person." <'s E-sports Weekly, looking at the characters on the cover, he couldn't help but smile wryly.

"You really are the right person for this stage."

At this time, a slightly fat man patted him behind him: "Han Sheng, what are you looking at?"

The middle-aged man handed him the book.

The slightly fat man looked at the cover of the book and shook his head, showing a smile, mixed with joy, embarrassment, or helplessness: "I've been waiting for him for nine full years, what a pity, what a pity."

He paused, and then said, "Have you invited him?"

The middle-aged man nodded.

The fat man's eyes lit up: "Then..."

"He has already promised others first."

The fat man's smile stopped, and he couldn't help sighing again.

"Pity……"

In Qiunan City, the group of people closest to Chu Yun and Lin Ruoxi had gathered together to discuss how to arrange the celebration banquet, as if Chu and Lin had already won the first place in the competition.

Xiao Yaquan relied on her enthusiasm: "This celebration banquet will be placed in my store. Anyway, I have vacated the boxes on the upper floor. I will start to arrange it now, and I will surprise them when it is kept!"

"What if we lose?" Xiao Qing made a remark casually, but everyone rolled their eyes, and quickly pushed their hands: "I'm just joking."

"There's no need to make such a bad joke... Do you think Xiao Ruo and Chu Yun can win the dynasty?"

"This goal is a bit far away." Lin Xiao scratched his cheeks.

"How come, life is about having goals, come on, I wish them success!" Xu Fan took the lead in toasting.

"cheers--"

In the end, he made a detour and returned to Beijing. In a luxuriously decorated mansion, Luo Cong sank on the sofa.

He was holding the wine bottle, resting his forehead in one hand, full of sorrow.

At this time, Er Wuzi opened the door and came in.

"How is it?" Luo Cong raised his head and asked hastily.

"Well, the opponent's protection seems to be a little tight, and the situation is a little..." Er Wuzi lowered his head and carefully picked out his words.

"Get to the point!" Luo Cong shouted.

"It just didn't work out..."

"It's not done?" Luo Cong stood up abruptly from the sofa, and swept the things on the coffee table to the ground. He seemed still unconvinced, and even kicked over the decorative desk lamp, "You How did you tell me before, what a great hacker you know, how can you hack into the US server, stealing an account is a small case, which dog said this, Is it this dog's mouth, isn't it?"

He slapped Er Wu Zai on the face, so that he covered his face for a long time and dared not look up.

"F*ck, I lost all my face for blowing the trumpet—no, I'm going to drive a car to kill this bastard right now, at worst, I will die with him!"

Luo Cong was about to rush out the door, but Erwu Zai stopped him from behind and hugged him.

"My brother Cong, my uncle, is that life worth playing the trumpet? Don't be impulsive, let's think of a way."

"Think about it, there is a way to think about it, how about you find me a few gangsters, and I'll pay him to do that bastard!"

Erwuzai sneered in his heart, did you say you did it?Let's not say that this is the capital city, even if you found it, didn't those three or four big men from other places also vowed to go there back then, what was the result?

He rolled his eyes and suddenly had an idea: "Brother Cong, we can't steal openly, but we can do it secretly?"

"What dark hand?" Luo Cong got over his temper at the beginning, "You said it!"

"I remember that there was a post before I posted that this trumpet number might have been bought."

"you sure?"

"When his account rose, he was already at the [-]th or [-]th level. His performance before and after that was completely different—according to people, the owner of this account was originally a first-class rookie."

"go on."

"And this number should be traded!"

"how do you know."

"Because someone found the sales record of trumpet blowing on the virtual trading platform!"

"****, why didn't you say so early!" Luo Cong shook Erwu Zai's forehead as soon as he waved his hand.

"Didn't I forget it?" Erwu Zai sadly rubbed his forehead that hurt from the smash.

"Hurry up, let that shit hacker of yours get the information for me, don't make mistakes for me again!"

Erwuzi hurriedly nodded guiltyly, turned around and left.

Luo Cong withdrew his gaze from Er Wu Zai, and secretly clenched his fists.

——Blow the trumpet, let me see what tricks you can play this time!

On Luo Cong's face, a sinister smile finally appeared.

It's just that Chu Yun, who is sleeping, can't know all kinds of things that happened that night.