Don't mess with me, the bastard of the glory of the king

Chapter 12 I want to win
Xia Lang admits cowardice and gets out.

If you want to say who knows Shi Lian best in this world, Xia Lang thinks he is second, and no one dares to say first.

Comrade Shi Xiaolian was soft and cute since he was a child, but unfortunately he had a stubborn temper. It is said that he is like the deceased father Shi. If one thing is right, nine cows cannot be pulled back.

Just like when I knew clearly that I was not suitable for playing games, but I stepped into this circle without hesitation.

Not long after Xia Lang left, Qiao Jia and the others walked into the training room one after another. The little fat man stared at Shi Lian, as if he had something to say but didn't know where to start.

Shi Lian turned to look at him a little distracted. He seemed to be the only one who didn't introduce herself yesterday. She wanted to be friendly to her future teammate and took the initiative to chat: "Hello, I didn't have time to meet you yesterday, you..."

"Me! I..." The little fat man clenched his fists excitedly, "I'm Song, Song..."

Shi Lian looked at his mouth and encouraged, "Don't worry, take your time..."

Song Nan was about to cry. He was stupid and couldn't speak. Every time he stuttered, he would get nothing more than a blank stare. But this young lady, she is really gentle.

"Song, Song Nan." Song Nan pointed at his chest and blinked shyly.

This kid is so easy to be shy, Shi Lian felt emotional, raised his phone to him, and smiled friendlyly: "Hello, shall we come in double row?"

Song Nan was very surprised that he would receive such an invitation, excitedly took out his mobile phone from his pocket, and said in a low voice, "Shi, Lian, I can only play warriors, you won't dislike me, will you?"

Shi Lian lowered his head to write the inscription, and said casually, "No way."

Song Nan was very happy, and Shi Lian became friends with each other.

The two ranked in the first round, Shi Lian chose Zhen Ji, and Song Nan chose the veteran hero Arthur.

Song Nan's style of play is very standardized, leading the line on the top lane, occasionally coming to the middle lane to help, and linking up with the jungler to suppress the enemy's bottom lane support and shooters. In the first 4 minutes, Shi Lian's side had a clear advantage and took the opponent's two Blood and a little dragon.

When Shi Lianlan went home, she took the time to smile at Song Nan: "You played very well."

Being able to resist injuries and fight back with a trace of blood, it seems that this team is not as unprofessional as she thought.

Qiao Jia is also playing online ranking. He is the king of the game. After 5 minutes of the start, everyone is developing and there is no kill.

Hearing Shi Lian's words, he couldn't help but sarcastically said, "At least we are the team that won the qualifiers. Do you think they are playing games with children?"

After getting along with him all day and night, Shi Lian already understood his temper and urgency. Adults ignore the disharmonious factors in his words regardless of the faults of villains, and pick and choose what they can listen to.

"You won the qualifiers? Didn't you just have three people before?" She really didn't know much about this team, so she would need to go to Du Niang later.

Qiao Jia's eyes were fixed on the screen of the mobile phone, and while she was coquettishly operating, she gave Shi Lian a corner from her mind.

"There were five of us before, and two substitutes. Once, the three starters in the team went out to drink and eat skewers. On the way back, we met a group of hooligans. Three people fought against a dozen or so, and they gave them a meal. It was only a while ago. He was seriously ill, and he is still lying on the bed and unable to move."

"Those two substitutes were quick-eyed. Seeing that the team was failing, they packed up their things and went to another family. After that, there were only me and Xiaopang left in the team."

Shi Lian listened attentively, she and Xia Lang both left the team and transferred to this club, what about Qiao Kai?
She looked up at Qiao Kai.

With just one glance, Qiao Kai raised his head to meet her gaze as if a radar was installed on his head, and his pretty face raised a smile. It is no exaggeration to say that there is a sense of amazement that a hundred flowers bloom.

A man can actually be so good-looking, he can't be described as handsome, he can only be described as beautiful, Shi Lian was stunned for a moment, and looked away.

"I'm a model by profession, and playing e-sports is a part-time job." Qiao Kai smiled, his good-tempered appearance was completely different from Qiao Jia's.

Shi Lian was confused, models, students, homeless, how did they get together?

But after talking for so long, everyone is training, where did Xia Lang go?

Villa balcony.

Xia Lang took the Zippo and lit a cigarette for Zuo Zong. The latter took a deep breath and squinted his eyes. "You boy, interrupt me to drink tea to keep myself healthy. You have ulterior motives. Please let go of what you have to say."

Xia Lang sat down on the recliner next to him, with a cigarette in his mouth, his face was between a teenager and a young man, mixed with many complicated things, his brows were slightly wrinkled, he was handsome in a mess, not many young Girls can resist this full of masculinity.

"Uncle, how old are you?"

Zuo Zong snorted softly, probably knowing what he was going to say.

"34, let me tell you, you boy, don't reason with me, I'm not happy, I can throw you downstairs."

Xia Lang might not be Xia Lang, he opened his mouth amidst the smoke, even if he is not a mother-in-law, he is also annoying.

"The legal retirement age for males in our country is 60 years old. Uncle, you still have to work hard for 26 years. Don't you think you are old and have osteoporosis?"

Zuo Zong kicked him lightly and scolded angrily: "Shut up your beak, and I will be old enough. It's not you who pays my salary, can you control it?"

Xia Lang brushed off the dust on his trousers, and smiled annoyingly: "I'll pay you as well, Xia Lang, one of the bosses behind the Galaxy Club, who holds 30.00% of the shares, if you don't mind, call me Mr. Xia, I have the cheek to agree."

Zuo Zong opened his mouth slightly in shock, and half of the remaining cigarette fell down and landed on his pants, burning a hole.

"Ouch! What the hell!"

Jumping up from the recliner, he hurriedly dusted off the cigarette ash.

Xia Lang laughed wildly in the chair, even an old smoker could burn himself.

Zuo Zong became angry from embarrassment and yelled at him: "Xiaoxiaoxiao, your mouth is cracked from laughing, get up, don't take my place."

Xia Lang didn't care about You Qi's old man who had nowhere to go, got up, faced the vigorous rising sun and said to Zuo Zong seriously: "Uncle, I want to win."

Zuo Zong covered his face with a fan of cattail leaves, pretending he didn't hear him.

Xia Lang went on to say: "If the team loses a game, I will suggest to the big boss that the coach's bonus be deducted by [-], and the salary will be deducted after the bonus is deducted."

Zuo Zong shook off his fan, gritted his teeth and pointed at Xia Lang: "Grandson!"

"Hey!" Xia Lang replied shamelessly, then stopped laughing suddenly, with a serious expression: "I must win this time, if I lose, I will lose face."

Zuo Zong was expressionless: "I don't care about your face!"

Xia Lang didn't get angry, took out his mobile phone and tapped, and after a while, he raised the mobile phone in front of Zuo Zong.

"This time in the qualifiers, there is a dark horse team. The previous results were terrible, and the coach has just been changed not long ago. It is like a god's help, and it is very concerned by the event."

Zuo Zong didn't bother to look at it, so he opened the phone, he couldn't afford to provoke this brat, he could still hide.

Seeing him leave, Xia Lang opened his mouth a second before Zuo Zong was about to step out of the balcony, and said word by word: "Their new coach is YU, a member of China's first e-sports team."

Two letters, one syllable, successfully stopped Zuo Zong's pace.

"What did you say?" The too long hair blocked the eyes, leaving only a shadow under the eyelids, Zuo Zong was hoarse and terrible.

(End of this chapter)