The King’s Moment

“The winner of this competition is the Wave 7 team…” The only host and narrator of this competition, Zhang Chenghao, stood in the center of the race stage, nervously announcing the results of the game, the words of the Wave 7 team are more like mosquito screaming. The people of the Wave 7 squad who had been beside him could hear clearly, and saw his half-dead appearance, and the high song gave him an angry smile.

The five men who followed the Flower Beauty Squad arrived, and the two sides held postgame handshakes and other gaming ceremonies. Yang Qi nodded with anyone and stopped slightly until she finally shook hands with him.

“Are you in command?” Yang Qi asked.

“Uh, roughly, sort of?” Why did you look at the high song when you said that? After all, the game was not solely his voice, and Gao Song made a number of correct orientations with her experience.

Yang Qi also looked at the high song with his eyes: “We have found a great man! ”

“It's okay.” The high song laughed.

The others were a little stunned. Shields Mountain? It is true that Mozi and Marco Polo hated itching in this game, and the appearance of tyrants was impressive. But Lupu's technical repression, Nakolu's development of the gods blocked the killing of the gods, and the storm that Wang Zhaojun could summon at any moment made them headaches and thorny in their eyes. In contrast, the performance of Shield Mountain seems to be a bit thinner, just like Su Li's presence, the second fate or something is disgusting, but it's not as lethal as several others, how can Yang Qi make the eyes see? Commander?

With this keyword in mind, several people couldn't help but also think of the wave 7 going straight down the highlands, after losing their dominion and taking them away, waiting for their unexpected deployment, all caught in contemplation.

It certainly makes me happy to be valued and think like this. I can't keep my mouth shut. I can't hide my talents from the eyes of a master. Happily told the scene: “Your Guan Yu is horrible too, looking forward to meeting again in the competition. ”

“Next time?” Yang Qi smiled, looked at the audience, and looked at the race seats he had just sat on: “It's not here anymore. ”

“Ah?” He stunned. Some didn't understand what Yang Qi meant. He looked at the teammate beside him. As a result, Wave 7 people, including even Yang Qi's teammates on the side of Hanayang, said this sentence to Yang Qi Leng Buddhist face is blind.

“Thank you, it was a great game and I benefited immensely.” Yet Yang Qi finally said a few words to the seven or five waves together and started walking down the stage, and the other four Huayang hastily followed. The seven or five waves then stepped down and were very warmly welcomed by Zhao Jin. While laying idle, the five looked at the location of the floral squad and saw them surrounded by Yang Qi. Soon the five of them rose together and left the auditorium. Still waiting for Wei Xinlan to come to power and continue to work with him, Zhang Chenghao looked stunned.

“Something must be wrong.” Zhou Mo looked at the flowers and left, very definitely saying.

“Next time it won't be here. That sounds...” Jiayin said, but didn't give any answers.

Just don't envy that everything is still the same. After coming down, he packed his bag and stood up and said, “Can I go first? ”

There are other teams after that, but after completing Wave 7, it's obvious that he didn't waste his time watching the game, so he's going to his favorite self-study event.

“Go on.” The song nodded.

Don't envy leaving alone. As you walk out of the auditorium, the sun shines like a new world. He saw five girls in the hall, still surrounding Yang Qi in the middle of the formation. When he suddenly walked out of the auditorium, the conversation between the five men stopped and Qi looked at him. Don't envy feeling the eyes of the five, nodded slightly towards the five and left without looking away.

In the auditorium, Zhang Chenghao can only continue to preside alone, and the competition continues.

The wave of 7 people left to watch the war was somewhat distracted. At the end of another game, Zhao Jin, who had been playing mobile phones, suddenly said "ah”.

“What?” The others looked at him.

“Yang Qi is dropping out of school.” Zhao Jinran lifted his phone and showed it to several people.

On the mobile phone is Zhao Jinran's class WeChat Jun, in which all kinds of surprised expressions and words are quickly brushing the screen, finally another message from Yang Qi is popping up, saying goodbye to the classmates.

“No wonder I won't be here next time...” Zhu Jiayin said.

“Just won't be here, she won't say it again.” Gao suddenly said, then raised her phone as well.

The crowd turned around and looked at Gao Song's mobile phone. What they saw was the WeChat record of Gao Song and Yang Qi's private conversation. The conversation just ended.

“Why?” the high song asked succinctly.

Yang Qi answered more concisely, without words, as a diagram or, to be precise, as a photograph.

Invitation.

Miss Yang Qi is invited to participate in our team trial. If you wish, please call XXXXXX before October 25 for details.

Payment: Mountain Ghost Squad.

“This is…”

Everybody hold still.

The KPL career is familiar to senior players of the King's Glory and even those with a little professional dream. But this kind of direct contact is strange to most people.

“Yang Qi... is this going to be a professional?” After a long silence, Zhou Mo said. The tone contains complex emotions, amazement, envy, and a sudden response to Yang Qi's last sentence.

Next time, it's not here anymore.

Next time, it has to be on KPL's career field.

It suddenly became superior and highly bloody. Several people were eager to fly to that premium stage to compete with Yang Qi.

The reality, however, is that Yang Qi and they have narrowed an insurmountable gap. The date on the invitation letter is October 25, which means Yang Qi has already contacted the Mountain Ghost Squad. At this time, she has probably successfully passed the trial training and can be a part of the Mountain Ghost Squad at any time. Her silent pace has reached such a point.

Gao and Zhou Mo, look at me, let me look at you. To be a professional athlete, that's something they used to talk about when they were in high school. But in fact, their lives are still moving forward at the pace of normal people. They spend quite a bit of time in the game, but they are still hesitating to make a career out of it and pursue it for themselves for the rest of their lives. They seem to be waiting for an opportunity, such as an invitation from a squad that suddenly reaches them. But Yang Qi received this invitation. Are you sure she waited? Do they have the courage and confidence to give up more than two years of schooling once they get the invitation?

This game was won by them.

But in pursuing this dream of the career, they are really too far behind Yang Qi.

“What do you mean?” We looked at each other for a long time and talked to Zhou Mo.

“I have decided that I will strive to become a professional player and complete the next duel with Yang Qi!” Zhou Mo vowed Dandan tunnel.

“Good.” The high song nodded, "but you forgot something. ”

“Ah?”

“What did Yang Qi say to you?” The high song said, looking at what happened.