The e-sports god is set up by others

Chapter 266 Are you the image ambassador of Versailles literature?
Seeing Gu Lin's face full of anger, Luo Chuan's aura that had just been established disappeared in an instant.

He lowered his head, limply admitting cowardice.

"Brother Gu."

Gu Lin did not let him go so easily.

Staring at him slowly, he suddenly sneered, "It's not Brother Gu who just called."

The little guy lost his angry aura, and immediately shrank into his clothes like a little quail.

Afraid that Gu Lin would attack him, the whole head went inside, only the furry top of the head was exposed.

Gu Lin took a deep breath for a few seconds, put his slender fingers on the top of his head, and was silent for a moment, really unable to be aggressive towards him.

It didn't hurt or itch.

He picked up a towel and put it over his head, wiping the drops of water off his head.

"Before I get angry." The voice was cold and indifferent, "Get out by yourself."

Luo Chuan didn't expect that he would be let off like this.

He carefully slipped out of the collar, like a little turtle hiding in its shell.

The little guy had a sweet voice, calling him softly, "Brother Gu..."

Gu Lin drooped his eyes, his crow's long eyelashes drooped, and it was dark.

Luo Chuan: "..."

"I, I'm sleepy, good night."

He jumped off the bed as if flying, and ran out the door with a rattling sound, kicking one of his shoes away on the way.

I didn't bother to pick it up, so I just ran away happily.

It seemed that standing behind him was not the man who spoiled him, but some scary monster.

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The real chicken eating contest held by Peace Elite caused an uproar in the circle.

This kind of reality show has been rare over the years, but because the organizers are too generous, they still poached all the seeded players from the major clubs.

In the season when spring is warm and flowers are blooming and all things are recovering, the Real Chicken Eating Contest officially kicks off.

Most of the players in PEL participated in it.

Gathered in the e-sports center venue and took the car, all the gold players from the big teams were sent over. After all, they are the pillars. In the past, in the team, they were held in the palm of their hands for fear of falling, and held in their mouth for fear of melting.

It's the first time to participate in a reality show, exposing daily life to the public's view, and everyone wants to let their own players have a good time, and they can't lose face.

The assistants are all around, and the assistants are carrying several large suitcases in their hands.

I don't know, I thought it was going to a Paris show, or going to an island for vacation.

On the other hand, the members of AOG who have a good reputation are like raised by their stepmothers. They have no assistants or luggage, and they are all relaxed.

DSB, the biggest club in the country, saw how poor they were, and all of them were proud.

Zhu Fei didn't like AOG at first, and he missed the championship and was ridiculed by the crowd on the Internet, which made him even more psychologically unbalanced.

Now seeing AOG's impoverished appearance, he is dressed in gold and silver, looking like a nouveau riche.

Zhu Fei walked up to them, covered his mouth pretending to be surprised, and asked in surprise, "Hey, why don't you have any assistants?"

"..."

Several people in AOG looked at him like a fool.

Zhu Fei's IQ has been automatically filtered into envy and jealousy. He laughed, "Damn, I'm not used to having an assistant. It's a pity that our manager insists on bringing me one. It's inconvenient not to have an assistant."

I saw a few people who were speechless.

He added, "You don't have any luggage. You'll be here for a week. Don't you change your clothes?"

"I don't bring much, only a few dozen pieces. If you don't have any clothes, you can borrow them from me. It's a little expensive, maybe a few million. They must not be dirty."

"..."

Are you an image ambassador of Versailles literature?
Lu Ziye's eyebrows twitched, and he lifted his foot to kick him away.

Zhu Fei seems to be addicted to showing off.

He reached out and waved to the assistant, "Have we booked the place we live in?"

The assistant nodded, "The organizer will arrange it."

Zhu Fei raised his wrist gracefully, and looked at the watch with big diamonds on his wrist.

"Compared to the wide view of the 460-square-meter super-large city center of Tomson Yipin, I prefer the quiet life of the Fortune Mansion in a remote place. The shady woods in the afternoon are more suitable for me than the cold city full of steel bars."

"........."

Now the assistant was a little speechless.

He could only reply vaguely, "Try, try."

Zhu Fei saw that AOG was not pleasing to the eye, so he insisted on finding fault.

He raised his eyebrows and looked at Lu Ziye from top to bottom, and shouted, "Lu Ziye."

Lu Ziye leaned lazily on Xiao Yan's body, "Why do you call your father?"

Zhu Fei was immediately annoyed, "You..."

The little girl was born petite and had little strength, and the young master on her body was as soft and boneless.

"You get up."

Lu Ziye pressed against her ear, breathing lightly while speaking, "I can't get up, I'm tired..."

His actions were so presumptuous that everyone looked at him.

Xiao Yan gritted his teeth, "You've only been standing for a few minutes, why are you tired?"

The young master changed his support point, not daring to really press her down, and unbuttoned a button with one hand, drooping his eyebrows lazily, slightly closing his upper eyelashes and trembling slightly.

With a lazy voice, "It's all because you don't sleep, it makes me so tired, it hurts to death..."

"...???"

"I'm not right?!!"

"You're wrong."

In the dumbfounded eyes of everyone.

Xiao Yan was so ashamed of being looked at, he pushed Lu Ziye away with a little jump.

"Get lost, obviously you insist on coming over to grab my massager."

Everyone: "Pfft."

It's a massage.

Sao is indeed your Lu Ziye Sao.

Zhu Fei had already walked in front of Lu Ziye, seeing the joyful smile on the young master's face, he said, "Lu Ziye, come here and compare my height."

Lu Ziye glanced at him, and said very simply, "No, you are not taller than me."

"Who said that, I can clearly see the top of your head now."

Zhu Fei looked down at Lu Ziye from a high position.

The young master's whole body was limp as if he had no bones. The main reason was that he really couldn't stand up straight. Yesterday, an old bone was almost torn apart by the massager, and it hurt like hell.

Lu Ziye sneered, "Why don't I sit on the ground and compete with you?"

Zhu Fei understood the sarcasm in his mouth, and he was not embarrassed.

"Can you stand up straight?"

Lu Ziye sneered at him, "Interesting? People who are in their thirties still think they are in adolescence?"

"Are you him?"

Zhu Fei was furious and wanted to yell at Lu Ziye.

Seeing the cameras that had already come over to take pictures, they came straight to them and the hot team.

In order to protect the face of the team and his image as a male god, he forcibly endured it.

"Your official height is three centimeters taller than mine. I don't believe it, so I want to compare with you."

The follow-up is connected to the live broadcast of the whole network.

So the whole internet heard the lazy voice of the young master.

"Take off your five centimeter high heels first."

audience:? ? ?
The gods were killed.

(End of this chapter)