The e-sports god is set up by others

Chapter 73 Still a little girl who hasn't grown up

Wu Jian looked at the young master who was calm and composed.

Then he looked at the little girl with blushing cheeks who was at a loss. She pretended to be calm and looked down at the contract with a small face.

Wu Jian reached out and patted Lu Ziye's shoulder.

The eldest young master was sitting in front of the beautiful table, with his long legs crossed leisurely, and he glanced at him lazily from sideways eyes.

It looks like a mother who protects the calf.

"What are you trying to show off here? You sit in the girl's room very well, get out, get out."

So he was picked up from the chair by Wu Jian, ready to throw him out of the little girl's boudoir.

The young master is tall, long-legged and thick-skinned, how could he be kicked out just like that.

"What do you mean, this room is obviously dressed up by me, and I made the bed myself, understand?"

Wu Jian didn't take it seriously, and praised him very perfunctorily.

"This is what you should do as a captain."

Lu Ziye smiled angrily, and asked with patience, "You were my captain before, why didn't I see you spread the bed sheets for me?"

Wu Jian used to be a professional player, and Lu Ziye was the youngest brother in his team when he first entered the game.

But Wu Jian's strength is average, and his popularity is not very high. After retiring early, he transformed into a manager.

Wu Jian: "Can you compare with Xiao Yan?"

Lu Ziye: "..."

Seeing that the two were about to fight.

Xiao Yan raised his head from the contract and asked softly, "Well, can I ask a question?"

Wu Jian quickly took it out of Lu Ziye's hand, "Ask, ask."

Lu Ziye was too lazy to argue with him, and was about to go downstairs when he heard the sweet voice of the little girl.

"I'm still a student now, can I not continue my studies?"

Hearing this, he paused slightly.

How old is Xiao Yan now?
Three years younger than him.

According to her age, she should be just eighteen now, or not yet eighteen.

Senior year?

Lu Ziye frowned suddenly. He had the impression that the little girl's academic performance had always been pretty good.

Although he looks silly, he is quite smart, and it is not a problem to be admitted to a key university.

Wu Jian murmured, "A lot of players are in a similar situation with their studies. My suggestion is to suspend school, because training is very intensive, and it is almost impossible to do it at the same time as studies."

"There have been many examples like this. Most parents did not agree to give up their studies. As a result, both sides were delayed, and in the end it backfired."

Xiao Yan nodded, sitting on the small stool and struggling.

Lu Ziye leaned against the door, looking at her silently.

The afterglow of the setting sun shines in through the window. The little girl has long curly hair draped over her shoulders, fluffy like a lamb, with porcelain white skin and beautiful red lips.

After thinking about it, she reached for the pen on the table.

The silver-black pen makes the fingers slender and tender.

Just when she was about to sign her pen.

A slender jade-like hand suddenly grabbed her wrist, and the palm was warm and scalding.

She looks up.

In an instant, covered by the youth's aura, he bent his lips and smiled casually.

He said lightly, "Forget it."

The setting sun outside the window was covered by a large cloud.

The breeze blew into the window, raising her long hair, and a strand of her hair fell on the corner of the boy's delicate eyes.

He raised his eyelashes and bent his eyes.

"Go back to school for the exam obediently, brother will not delay you."

Xiao Yan frowned, looking at him a little confused.

Wu Jian was shocked, "What nonsense are you talking about?"

Is Lu Ziye crazy?

He wasted a lot of effort to trick the gunpowder over.

Lu Ziye let go of her wrist, curled his lips casually, and gently rubbed her head with his broad palm.

"I forgot, she's still a little girl who hasn't grown up yet."

(End of this chapter)