The e-sports god is set up by others

Chapter 44

Young Master Lu stood aside indifferently.

He said rather displeasedly, "You two have brains? What does gunpowder smoke have to do with me? I don't have any idea?"

Wu Jianfeng calmly said: "I know, isn't it the relationship between enemies?"

She suddenly gave him a strange look, "This tone sounds a little like the two of you."

Lu Ziye let out a cold snort from his nose.

nonsense.

Of course there is something.

This is the man who was chased after by labor and capital pretending to be a sweet girl.

Lu Ziye glanced at them, "You know you still use my number?"

Wu Jian was busy typing, Luo Chuan explained.

"Brother Lu, the main reason is that we can't get in touch with Brother Prey, and we don't reply to private messages. Our accounts in the live broadcast room are also civilian accounts, and there are restrictions on speaking."

Luo Chuan continued: "Only your number, Brother Lu, is golden and full of luxury, and the emperor can ignore the restrictions and speak at will hehehe."

Lu Ziye was expressionless.

"Then I just ran to my enemy's house and wagged my tail like a dog licking?"

The young master wants to save face, Wu Jian can't do anything about it.

"Oh, well, let me clarify that I am the superior."

The clatter of the keyboard was over.

There was silence in the training room, followed by Gunsmoke's elegant and indifferent voice.

"I don't think about playing professionally for now."

Hearing this, the irritable manager Wu Jian slapped the table and stood up.

With a face full of disbelief, "You don't think about it? You don't think about what conditions you asked me to offer?!!!"

Luo Chuan quickly stretched out his paw to run along the manager's back.

"Calm down, calm down."

Wu Jian snorted coldly, fingers flying on the keyboard.

Lu Ziye sneered, "Spray, spray whatever you want, and you will be blacklisted after spraying AOG."

"...Woo, that's right."

Lu Ziye took another look.

【Crazy: Don't really think about going to TVT anymore】

"..."

what are you

Might as well spray a few words...
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It is impossible for Xiao Yan to become a professional player after all.

After all, Gunyan is not a boy. If she goes to play professionally, her identity as a girl will definitely be exposed.

At that time, she can't imagine what kind of reaction netizens will have, but it is not a good thing after all.

Her life is good now, and she can support herself with her hobbies.

She smiled and replied, "Sorry, I really don't think about it."

[Crazy: Although you and Crazy have some friction, but after all, we don't know each other, we have to believe that one day you will be able to have a relationship! 】

Xiao Yan: "..."

I always feel that this is a bit strange, but I can't tell what is strange.

Xiao Yan didn't want to dwell on this topic any longer.

His eyes flickered slightly, thinking of the appearance of the young master with a coquettish mouth.

Her round apricot eyes were stained with cunning.

"It's okay if you want me to join, as long as you can do one thing as a manager."

He lowered his eyes and leaned closer to Mai, his voice was slow and smiling.

"Let Crazy... put on a miniskirt, and dance me a wild wolf disco?"

"..."

The barrage exploded on the spot.

[! ! !Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck]

[What did I hear? What did I hear?The scumbag man has gone crazy again, as expected of you! ! ! 】

[The anchor speaks, and he alone bears the consequences.Crazy fans of Qiuqiu, please don’t spray me because my id is the little wife of the God of Nitrogen]

[The nitrate god is free to fly, and he will bear the accident himself. 】

The AOG training room was eerily quiet.

The slender young man was surrounded by a gloomy aura, he squinted his eyes, and cracked his fingers.

Luo Chuan cautiously said, "Brother Manager, did I just hallucinate..."

Wu Jian: "Don't ask me, I'm blind."

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　　Lu Ziye: You are finished, you are finished, I tell you brat, you are finished! ! !

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　　Lu Ziye: My wife, I was wrong~ Don't talk about wild wolf disco, I will dance for you even if you are drunk.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)