The e-sports god is set up by others

Chapter 8 Think about joining my team?
As soon as he reached the backstage entrance, he was stopped by a staff member with a work badge.

"Sorry sir, backstage non-club members and staff are not allowed to enter."

The boy tilted his head and clicked his tongue impatiently, "Trouble."

He stretched out his hand and pulled off the mask, revealing his entire face. His complexion was fair, and his eyes were clean and cold.

The staff recognized who he was almost instantly, and the staff in the mixed e-sports circle knew those super popular players by heart.

He asked lazily, "Can I go in now?"

"Okay." The staff let him go.

When the boy disappeared around the corner, several staff gathered together, "Is this really Crazy? I'm so handsome, no wonder I'm so popular."

"Not only is he good-looking, but he's also awesome in his skills. When he was playing in the foreign net, he was always a nightmare to dominate the domestic players."

"What is he doing here today? He even ran to the backstage specially, don't he want to join RED and join forces with God Gu?"

"Don't say it's really possible. When Crazy returns to China, all major clubs have offered olive branches. He doesn't seem to agree with any of them. Maybe it's really for Gu Shen."

"Damn it, they really want to join forces. I feel that the domestic e-sports circle is going to be in turmoil."

A few staff members are worthy of being the old people in the PEL competition area, and they can guess the direction of the gossip with accuracy.

The young man walked to the door of the RED lounge in an unhurried pace, and gently knocked on the door with his slender white hands.

"Please come in."

From the moment he stepped into the RED lounge, the atmosphere in the whole room froze instantly.

Crazy, what is he doing here?
Gu Lin raised his eyes and looked at the young man with one hand in his pocket at the door who seemed to be smiling but not smiling.

He got up from the sofa, "Looking for me?"

The boy brows frivolously, playing with the mask in the palm of his hand, "Of course, do you think they are worthy?"

Everyone: "...?"

Gu Lin also stopped for a moment, and explained to his teammates, "He was just joking."

He walked out the door first, and passed by him with a cold expression, "Come out and chat."

He hooked his lower lip at several RED members, "Just kidding."

Then he followed Gu Lin out to the empty lounge opposite.

Gu Lin moved his aching and numb wrist, and said casually, "Lu Ziye, I didn't expect to see you in two years, and you still deserve a beating as always."

Lu Ziye sat on the long table, his slender legs crossed casually.

"You've changed, look, you're limping."

"..."

Gu Lin's eyebrows twitched, "I hurt my hand, did you lose your mind when you returned to China?"

"How did it hurt?"

"Tendosynovitis." Gu Lin's tone was indifferent, and his expression remained unchanged.

For professional players, tenosynovitis is a very serious symptom. Since the fingers cannot be straightened, it directly affects the flexibility of the fingers.

Lu Ziye: "Okay, think about joining my team?"

Gu Lin looked at him like a fool, "I used to be good at skills, but now that my hand hurts, don't you understand?"

"It doesn't matter whether it's skill or not, the main thing is that I like to be lame."

"..."

Gu Lin was born indifferent, and it was rare to be so angry that he gritted his teeth, "If I didn't use my strength, I would definitely beat you up."

Lu Ziye poked his nose twice, and asked impatiently, "So are you coming or not?"

"How long do you think I can fight?" Gu Lin sneered.

Lu Ziye looked at him seriously for a while, "Not long."

After a pause, he said with some distaste, "Let's make do with it first."

"..."

(End of this chapter)