I’m Picking Up Pieces in PUBG

After the awards ceremony was over, everyone went back.

However, before leaving, many professional players from other teams came to Jiang Siming for a group photo.

Of course, it cannot be the Korean team, nor the Japanese team, the Thai team. They are all powerful North Americans and compatriots from Hong Kong and Macau.

The players in North America are very big, they are impressed by Jiang Siming's skills, so they want to get to know Jiang Siming, and many of them have become Jiang Siming's number one.

"Ming, you are really too strong, my sister must like you very much, I will introduce you to you if I have a chance."

Alow also became a member of the Mingchu army, pulling Jiang Siming's impulse to worship, and even his sister gave him a ‘response tool’.

Jiang Siming couldn't laugh or cry, and joked: "Is your sister pretty?"

"Of course, I will show you her picture!"

Jiang Siming was just joking, but Alow was real, and took out his phone to show a picture of a girl.

Jiang Siming took a look and drank. He was really pretty, blond and with big breasts.

"How? She called me just now, saying that she really likes you and has become a hard-core fan of you." Alow admired.

"She...should not like stars." Jiang Siming said, covering his face.

"She doesn't like celebrities, she likes to play games. She said that you have met her double standards of games and idols, and you will stop fans in the future." Alow wanted to push her sister into the fire pit step by step.

Jiang Siming was not too impressed by his enthusiasm, so he could only say that he would have the opportunity to talk later.

On the night of the championship, Jiang Siming and the others were not the only ones who were happy. The managers and coaches of the 4am club were very happy and treated Jiang Siming to Michelin for a big meal.

On the way back in the evening, Jiang Siming and Wei Shen took a walk on the streets of London to sober up.

Compared with wandering around yesterday, today's four people are no longer under any pressure, and they are all relaxed, just waiting to return with honor.

So now the four of them are unscrupulously admiring the night view of London, and look at the London cuties from time to time, which is quite pleasant.

"Here, try." Jiang Siming leaned against the riverside guardrail and took out a box of cigars from his pocket.

This was the GBD cigar given by the golden shards. Jiang Siming took it out for the first time and sent one to them all.

"I'll go, this cigar looks so high-end, what brand?"

"I don't know if I haven't smoked."

"Damn! GBD cigars, they are more expensive than Cuban cigars, and they cost thousands of dollars."

The four were just beside the Thames in London, and one dipped a cigar.

Although admitted that this is a bit hard, the cigar does smoke very well.

Fortunately, there is no such rule in London that smoking is not allowed in public places. Otherwise, the four of them will be taken away by the police uncle.

"This cigar is really easy to smoke. Where did Lao Jiang buy it, give me a box, and I will buy it and smoke it." Wei Shen became interested in things.

Jiang Siming generously gave him the box of cigars that was left over.

"You have to use it for smoking, anyway, I don't feel much about it, so I might as well take my advantage."

Accustomed to the taste of Liqun, Jiang Siming doesn't like other cigarette flavors.

It's also because I didn't have the money to buy cigarettes at work in the past, and Liqun had a cheap taste, and it became Jiang Siming's best ‘partner’ to get rid of stress and loneliness.

The next day, Wei Shen and the others bought some cosmetics that their relatives and girlfriend wanted in London, and they appeared on the purchasing team.

In the afternoon, he returned to Shanghai by plane.

When they got off the plane, the four found that there were many 4am fans at the airport waiting for them to return home.

As soon as they saw the members of 4am, these fans immediately greeted them with excitement.

"4am bullb! World champion!"

"Congratulations on winning the world championship at 4am!"

"Myojin, I love you~"

"Myojin is mighty, I am your iron fan!"

"Wei Shen is good!"

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The number of these fans is very large. There are 4am people next to the two rows of waiting lines, almost comparable to first- and second-tier stars.

Today, the game has become a topic that countless people love and pay attention to.

When the League of Legends S8IG won the championship, they returned home more than this scene, but the treatment of PUBG was not bad.

There are countless players in these two of the hottest games in the world, and some of them love both games.

These two games are completely different types, so both love and not conflict.

Facing this kind of star treatment, Wei Shen could calm down a little bit, and he was already so eye-catching and multi-fish.

Jiang Siming was more calm than they were. Faced with this kind of scene, he said he was too pediatric.

In order to make money and pay the rent, he wore fancy clothes like a clown and went to the university cafeteria to advertise and practise his eloquence on the street. He knocked on doors from door to door to sell insurance.

Therefore, Jiang Siming has already trained in a ‘iron skin’, no matter what the big occasion, he has no feeling for him now, nor can he make him uncomfortable.

"Hello, thank you for being able to pick us up here." Jiang Siming greeted everyone without being stage fright.

The fans were so excited that they wanted to take a photo with Jiang Siming.

Jiang Siming also generously agreed, taking photos or autographing with the fans one by one.

All the other fans gathered around, including Wei Shen and they were also surrounded by fans, but Jiang Siming had the most fans, more than the three of them combined.

When everyone was happy, several unceremonious shouts sounded.

"Get out of the way, don't get in the way!"

When Jiang Siming heard about his reputation, several black-clothed bodyguards were driving away the fans at 4am, forcibly squeezing the people away, and their hands were not at all serious. Some thin fans were pushed by them and almost fell.

Jiang Siming paused signing, and immediately walked out of the fan group, standing in front of them, coldly said: "This is the waiting hall. You can't see the wide road next to it, do you have to squeeze the people here? "

"Fuck you! I told you to **** off!" A bodyguard responded unceremoniously.

"Open your mouth and shut up Lao Tzu Lao Tzu, didn't your mother teach you politeness and family education?"

"I think your kid is owed!" Several bodyguards immediately surrounded Jiang Siming.

"Why, don't be so impulsive, so many people are watching it, how bad the influence is, people just feel sorry for their scattered fans, understandably, not everyone has a lot of fans like me."

Behind the bodyguard came a man wearing a mask, hat and windbreaker to cover himself tightly. He should be young.

However, these words were all sarcasm, expressing a mockery of Jiang Siming's small reputation and his love for spectrum.

"Lao Jiang, who is this? Shabi!" Wei Shen and the others immediately gathered around, shouting fiercely.

The man ignored him, just looked at Jiang Siming, smiled weirdly, and said: "I have heard of you, it seems to be quite popular recently, is it a small anchor?"

"However, as a person here, I still have to persuade you that young people shouldn't get overwhelmed because of a little fame. After all, they are just a small anchor. Why bother?"

He spoke contemptuously, and he wore colored glasses, and didn't put Jiang Siming in his eyes.