The e-sports god has fallen again

Chapter 316 You Can Make It Up Now

Zheng Hang saw the mocking smile on his face, and knew that this matter was not so easy to discuss, but when he thought of the attitude of the club's senior management, he had to lower his face and continue to persuade: "I know that you and Sister Lang have mines at home. There is no shortage of money to play professionally, but you have to think about the whole club, me and Gatlin, right? How many of those investors do you think understand e-sports? How many of them formed the club because of their dreams What? They have always valued only the huge benefits brought by the emerging industry of e-sports.”

"Let's not talk about you, even the entire club is just a tool to make money in their eyes. When the club can no longer make money for them, we... should break up."

Zheng Hang hooked the corners of his lips, he felt a little ridiculous.

He was also young, and once plunged into the society with full of enthusiasm, thinking that as long as he was willing to persevere and work hard, he could make a difference.

But later he discovered that he who had fantasized about saving the world was just an ordinary person.

It was so ordinary that his superiors called him to a meeting overnight, and he had no choice but to nod in agreement, and so ordinary that he single-handedly dragged the big demon king to be abandoned, and he could only send him to the airport with red eyes.

It's so common that even when he wants to resign, he has to weigh it up. Can he find a better one after quitting this job?The money in hand is enough for him to live for a few months?What should I do if I can't find the job I want?
The freedom of adults has never been about doing what they want to do, but what they don't want to do, so they don't have to do anything.

Thinking of this, Zheng Hang took a deep breath, and had no choice but to ruthlessly say: "Maybe you really came to chase the so-called e-sports dream, but have you ever thought about us? The club is making money now, and our lives can still be easy." One point, if the club is really disbanded because it has been losing money, you and Sister Lang can go home and inherit the family property at any time, but what about those of us who work hard just to make a living?"

Ji Shaoyi frowned, inexplicably disgusted with what he said.

These people always mention that there is a mine at home, and they never care how much effort they put in behind the scenes to get good grades.

What's more. Where do these people go, and what does it have to do with him?
He is not responsible for anyone's life.

So he snorted coldly, and said mockingly: "It's fine to disband. I'll buy the whole club when the time comes, and you will be the first to be fired."

Zheng Hang: "."

His face darkened when he was choked by these words, and he saw Ji Shao blinked his eyes, and asked with a straight face: "Anyway, my family has a mine, doesn't it?"

Zheng Hang: "."

"And I don't understand. The prize money for the PDL champion is 12, the prize money for the PCL champion is 60, and the prize money for the PGC World Invitational Championship is as high as one million. Whether it is from the perspective of making money or the perspective of the team's long-term development, it is all about It will be more cost-effective if the results are good, right?"

Ji Shaoyi's dark eyes rolled, and he looked like a sly fox with great interest: "There is obviously a chance to become bigger and stronger, but the club is so eager to make money, don't you really think there is a problem?"

Of course Zheng Hang felt that there was a problem, but these things were not within his scope of responsibility, and he didn't bother to inquire too much, so he just sneered and said, "Maybe it's because they want fan bonuses and championships?"

Ji Shao was taken aback.

"People are inherently greedy, let alone." Zheng Hang patted him on the shoulder, and looked at him with a little more envy: "Even though you know you are being squeezed, you have been working hard to win, haven't you? ?”

Perhaps the capitalists were taking advantage of their dreams.

When Lang Qiao finished sleeping and opened his eyes in a daze, he saw Ji Shaoyi wearing the same style of couple pajamas as her, sitting on the corner of the bed with his knees hugged in a daze.

When she just woke up, her IQ was still a little off. She stared at him blankly for a long time before she vaguely remembered that he seemed to have been called out early in the morning.

So she rolled towards him, including the person and the quilt, like a kitten turning its belly begging for petting, rubbing its fluffy head against his hand and saying: "What's the matter?"

The voice with a strong nasal tone is soft and a little milky.

That playful little ending sound made Ji Shao catch his breath, and he stretched out his hand to grab the short-legged kitten into his arms, rubbed her cheek affectionately and said, "I'm thinking, we're fighting so hard, Does it make any sense?"

Maybe just like Zheng Hang said, no matter how hard they work, they are just a handful of leeks under the sickle of capital.

Lang Qiao pondered for a moment, then suddenly asked him: "Do you still remember how you answered your mother after we won the city competition?"

Of course Ji Shaoyi remembered that at that time Li Jinxi analyzed the pros and cons for him, and cited many examples, and then asked him: Is it worthwhile to exchange a lifetime of illness for a few years of glory?
And how did he answer it?

He nodded firmly and said: If you like it, it's worth it.

Lang Qiao wanted to give him a scarf at the time, but happened to hear his answer outside the door.

Instantly feel...

The boy she likes is really handsome.

But now, she put a kiss on his lips, and said word by word: "If you like it, it makes sense."

She doesn't care why others go on this path, she only follows her heart.

Just as she followed her heart now, the soft and long kiss lingered from the corner of her lips all the way to his neck, and finally she opened her pink lips and licked his protruding bone.

Like a greedy cat begging for meat, Ji Shaoyi's anger was instantly aroused.

He turned over and pressed the greedy cat under him, tore off the bow at her waist and said, "Dear Mrs. Ji, did we forget to inject the 37°C protein mixture solution we made an appointment for yesterday afternoon?"

Lang Qiao was teased by him, making her cheeks flushed, but she still said not to be outdone, "You can make it up now."

After getting an affirmative answer, Ji Shao's eyes widened with a smile, and while he kept moving his hands, he still teased her: "Why are you so easy to talk about today?"

Lang Qiao blushed in an instant, thinking that it wasn't you who said it?I like the way I look active and wild when I'm drunk...

She wants him to like it.

It's a pity that she can only think about such a shameful love story in her heart, and on the surface she can only pull his nightgown belt and say: "Worry."

"What's the rush?" Ji Shaoyi grabbed her troublesome little hand, and said with a doting smile in his hoarse voice: "We still have a lifetime, so we can take our time."

……

Whether he was slow or not, the whole morning was wasted in it.

When the other team members were happily packing up and preparing to go back to Jin City, Lang Qiao, whose legs were weak, could only lie on the bed like a dead fish, eating snacks, while helping Ji Shaoyi, who was packing up, to be the supervisor .

　Drip ~ Your Tanabata dog food has been delivered ~

　　
　
(End of this chapter)