The e-sports god has fallen again

Chapter 308
Zheng Hang looked at his gloomy face that seemed to be dripping water, how could he dare to say 'no', and returned to his seat in desperation.

One minute later, the phone in Ji Shaoyi's pocket vibrated.

[GNM Manager Zheng Hang: Actually, it’s nothing serious, just to report today’s itinerary to everyone. 】

[GNM Manager Zheng Hang: After we arrive in Tong City, we will go to the Convention and Exhibition Center first, participate in the Tong City offline fan meeting, and then go directly to the Tong City E-sports Center to play games. Raise a little better to cope with the game better. 】

[GNM Manager Zheng Hang: [Bow][Bow][Bow]]

After sending the message in a hurry, Zheng Hang was about to put away his phone to catch up on sleep, when the phone in his hand vibrated.

After the devil left, Ji Shaoyi and Lang Qiao took his place and became the new team tyrants and assassins.

Zheng Hang unlocked the screen lock, and saw a new message pop up under his bow.

It's the No. [-] thorn in Ji Shaoyi.

[Gank your heart: I have an opinion. 】

[Gank your heart: Since you know that you need to raise your spirits in order to better cope with the competition, why do you need to increase the length of the live broadcast every month, why do you have to accept so many messy offline activities? 】

The team bully spoke up, and the others quickly echoed.

[Gatlin: I have wanted to ask this question for a long time!I know that it's definitely not the intention of you alone, Brother Hang, but you have to let the club's senior management understand the stakes in it!To put it bluntly, the reason why we have bad money now is because our team's performance is good!Like you, there is a meeting every three days, and a manga exhibition every five days. We are so tossed that we can't sleep well. How can we compare with other teams? 】

[Gatlin: Don’t ask us to be like those rich teams who don’t accept any activities during the game, at least let us get a good night’s sleep, right? 】

[Gatlin: If any of us makes a mistake on the field because we didn't sleep well and ruined the game, who of you will take the blame?Don't look at those fans who are now shouting affectionately at each other's husbands, male gods, etc., and they scold each other more fiercely than anyone else when something happens. 】

The more Gatlin talked, the more angry he became, and in the end he even posted a beating emoji.

【wait for me: That's right. 】

Wait for my daily agreement.

How could Zheng Hang not understand what they said?
It's just that he is a small team manager, and he is just acting according to the wishes of the higher-ups.

Even if the club owner told him to pack up and leave, he could only do so.

Zheng Hang sighed, rubbed the center of his brows tiredly, and started typing to calm the emotions of the team members.

[GNM Manager Zheng Hang: I know what you said, and I have been working hard for everyone. Right now, everyone should bear with it, and the offline activities will pass if you are confused. You can’t be sloppy on the field. 】

It's a pity that this group of people who have been squeezed for too long don't really buy it.

[Gank your heart: No matter how hard you bear it, the whole season will pass. 】

【Gatlin: You said that too last time! 】

【wait for me: That's right! 】

Zheng Hang: "..."

[GNM Manager Zheng Hang: You have to give me some time to fight for it. 】

[GNM Manager Zheng Hang: Hurry up and make up if you haven’t slept enough, you won’t have a chance when you arrive in Tong City! 】

Being reminded by him like this, Ji Shaoyi immediately lost the mood to break up. As soon as he put on the goggles and plugged in the earphones, he regained his sleep while hugging his soft and fragrant man.

Due to the early departure, it was only nine o'clock in the morning when they arrived at the event site.

Giant posters and support banners of GNM team members have already been pulled up in the venue.

Amidst the screams of the fans, Ji Shaoyi led the players onto the stage in the center of the arena.

Self-introduction, game interaction, peripheral signing...

Ji Shaoyi never thought that he, a pampered young master who spends money like water, would one day be forced to waste money.

The setting of self-introduction and game interaction is reasonable, but the peripheral signing is a bit anti-human for e-sports players like them who rely on hand speed to make a living.

But this is the core of their team's poor money. Other links can be omitted, but this link cannot.

After signing the name for several hours, Ji Shaoyi felt that his hand was about to break. He had never been so serious about writing his homework since he was a child!

Gatling, the oldest among them, was shaking so much that he couldn't even hold his chopsticks steadily.

After a hasty lunch, all members of the GNM team rushed to the e-sports center by car.

Tired all morning, everyone is not very interested. After getting in the car, rub your hands together and catch up on sleep.

Lang Qiao nestled in Ji Shaoyi's arms as usual. When her legs were curled up, she was a small one, like a quiet and obedient cat.

As soon as Ji Shao pulled up the cat's meat pad, he pecked lightly, then pressed her finger joints repeatedly and said, "Are you tired?"

Lang Qiao shook her head, and after the two of them massaged each other's fingers, Ji Shao put an earphone into her ear and played a more soothing song.

"Sleep for a while." He rubbed the kitty's head, his dark eyes were full of distress: "I'm almost getting dark circles."

"What about you?" Lang Qiao pointed to the two bruises under his eyes, and said in a rather disgusted tone, "You're almost a panda."

Ji Shaoyi: "..." To be a panda is to be a panda, what's with that disgusting look on your face?

Are all dogs so real?
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He suddenly felt a sense of crisis as a servant of Israel, wrapped his arms around Lang Qiao's neck, rested his chin on her shoulder, and began to act coquettishly with his soft and soft milk voice: "Lang Junjun~ Let me ask you a question~~You have to answer me truthfully~~~"

The three-turned tone of this sentence really disgusted Lang Qiao. She rubbed the goosebumps on her arms, resisted the urge to push him away, and squeezed out two words: "You ask."

Ji Shao turned into the heroine of a bitter drama one by one, with tears in her dark eyes, and said sadly: "If one day, my face is gone, will you still love me?"

When mentioning the absence of appearance, the dream lover of thousands of girls, the famous scene of Leonardo playing with water guns, suddenly appeared in Lang Bazong Qiao's mind, and suddenly felt...

Still don't love it.

But when he met his expectant eyes, Lang Qiao couldn't say the hurtful words for no reason. He could only rub his head like petting a dog, and tried his best to be euphemistic: "You still love..."

Ji Shaoyi: "???" With all due respect, your 'bar' is very spiritual.

He snorted angrily, and immediately became unhappy: "You love is love, if you don't love, you don't love, what does love mean?"

Lang Qiao backhanded one of his earphones to him, and said with sincerity: "It means that if you don't catch up on sleep now and take care of your face, I will despise you when you get old."

(End of this chapter)