National School Prince Is A Girl

This reminded Yin Wuyao of the earliest days when he was playing a hero.

At that time, many people who played games were not understood.

Wherever it looks like now, a great god will be sought after.

In the first six years, in the eyes of most people, as long as they are related to the computer, they are not doing business.

The e-sports project will always encounter resistance in China.

So whether it is a relative or a classmate, when he mentions that he is engaged in game work, the first thing he sees is the subtle contempt.

"Can you make money playing games?"

"It's about the same cost."

"This kind of person is delicious and lazy, and will not be very promising in the future ..."

Yin Wuyao sat on the railing outside the Internet cafe and leaned his head on a cigarette.

Even he himself did not understand why he thought of such a long time today.

How many people say "He is unrealistic."

He insisted on clenching his teeth. He thought that one day he would prove to everyone that what he did was called e-sports, not a game.

Finally, he entered the professional team.

He thought he could finally shine.

However, only a short six months...

In just half a year, he wiped out all his passion for this industry.

It turns out that e-sports isn't the only way to make your game better.

How to advertise, the broker will not hold you, the people in the same industry compete with each other and the betrayal of the closest comrades in order to grab the fans ...

Yin Wuyao thought of this and smothered the smoke in his hand. When he wanted to go in, the screen of his phone turned on.

It was a message from their WeChat group of the temporary team.

Jiujiujiu Lollipop: "Aren't you able to fall asleep? Come out, the captain has a gift for you."

"It's a child, a high school student." Yin Wuyao snorted, but smiled at the corner of his mouth, drew a cigarette, buckled his hat, and ran to the address where the teenager sent in the group.

At night, there are not many cars.

Especially in the north like Jiangcheng, the colder there are fewer people.

However, I don't know why, the chest and palms are hot.

Feng Shang put on his coat and left, and Xue Yaoyao went out at the same time.

It seemed that no matter how dark and cold it was outside, at that moment, they even had bright eyes.

And it was the teenagers standing in the open square of Chang'an Street who drove them.

Such a long body, standing tall

Black leather jacket with short silver hair, so half leaned on a pure black Land Rover.

After eleven o'clock in the evening, there are not so many cars on Chang'an Street.

So even the breathing of running can be heard clearly.

Xue Yaoyao took the last subway, Feng Shang drove, and Yin Wuyao took a taxi.

The three men came from three directions: southeast, north, and north.

I don't know whether it is because of running too fast, or because of the figure that can emit light even under the night sky.

The heart beats almost tight.

That feeling is not only when you are in a relationship or missing someone.

But now, when I see my partner, I smile at each other.

Bo Jiu also smiled, and came around from there. One raised his hand. The trunk and lights were turned on at the same time. Under the dazzling light, all the rose petals pressed behind the car poured out, just like in the comic The scene that appears.

Both Xue Yaoyao and Feng Shang were stunned after seeing this scene.

That seems to be the most beautiful scene they have ever seen.

In the sky of the petals, the teenager dragged one hand with one hand, hugged three black and white coats, and walked slowly towards them, his thin lips slightly raised: "How can he do n’t have a uniform, do n’t wear a uniform, just look at it. Not suitable. "