The King’s Moment

“That's because it happened to be talking to her.” There is little opposition to the high song, and even a slight reversal of the obedience of Zhou Foam, but this time he is stubborn and hard on his scalp to justify himself. And often unreasonable high songs, this time unexpectedly made sense. After hearing Zhou Mo argue such a strong argument, he smiled and said: “It makes sense. ”

“So what about you?” Then the two of them turned their heads together to see what happened and spoke with one voice.

“Me? Does that have to be said? But my goal is not to chase Yang Qi's footsteps.” Why do the eyes firmly say.

“There's something out there.” The high song nodded in praise.

She and Zhou Mo both know how to think about it. She is even dissatisfied with the situation of her brother He Liang in the professional world when he was in the first place, and hopes to prove something by himself. This determination never hangs on your mouth. But from this moment's eye singing and Zhou Fou, you can see why this matter is firmly on your mind. Yang Qi did not give himself a way out, and the absolute decision to drop out of school to work in a professional circle touched them greatly, but there was only a little envy here.

He envied that Yang Qi had already made it to the stage and was eager to wear the professional team's robe immediately. But reason told him it was urgent.

Today's confrontation with the Huarong Squad, Yang Qi alone has been limiting the performance of the Wave 7 Squad. Without her, the game would certainly have ended much earlier and easier than it actually was.

This is the strength of associate players who can pass a career squad test. Look in the professional circle, each team is not one, but five players of this level, even above that level, fighting side by side. Reading the game from a viewing perspective is completely different from standing in Kings Canyon to perceive the rhythm. Those things accumulated by watching the battle themselves have not been completely digested into the real battle can rely on the pharmacopoeia, which, through this confrontation with Huayuang, or to be precise, Yang Qi, is quite profound.

And how to further digest the application, how to find directions in this game, it was Yang Qi's method that inspired him. In both respects, the game has benefited greatly. As for Yang Qi's personal choice, how can she admire her courage and envy that she has entered the professional circle, but that is all. My determination does not need to be stronger, I just need to be clear about the way forward.

“And you?” Seeing what happened and not being moved by it, the high song turned its head to good news.

“My what?” Good news and ask back.

“Do you have any thoughts on the career?” Gao said.

“There was.” Good news, "said Jiayin,“ but then I saw that I felt too bitter, too tired, too uncomfortable, and I still didn't think it suited my heart. ”

“Well.” Gao sang nodded and didn't say much.

“What do you want to do?” Why do you ask?

“Hahaha, what's wrong with asking the same questions as elementary school students?” Wishing Jiayin a trembling smile.

“I mean the game.” Why not?

“Being an anchor or something makes me happier, less stressful, and more able to play games.” Jiayin said.

“Is the anchor under no pressure? I think the competition is also fierce.” Zhou Mo intervened.

“Depending on the state of mind, there's no work without pressure at all?” Good news, "he said.

“That's true.” Zhou Foam nodded.

“In contrast, the pressure in the professional world is real! That's a real winning and losing field, and winning is everything.” Good news.

Everyone nodded and then silenced. There is still a competition on the stage, Zhang Chenghao said it hard by himself, but all four people are distracted and think about the future. Zhao Jinran, who kept burying his head and messing with his phone, suddenly looked up and was excited, but he didn't lose his temper: “You cowboy! ”

“Hmm?” All four looked at him.

“Yang Qi dropped out because a professional team invited her, she was going to become a professional player!” Zhao Jinran shouted.

The four of them looked at each other in confusion and were somewhat overwhelmed.

“We've been talking for half a day. What are you doing?” After a moment of hesitation Zhou Mo asked.

Zhao Jinlan had already looked down at his cell phone. His classmates in the WeChat group were still asking questions around Yang Qi. He heard Zhou Mo talking and didn't lift his head to answer: “Oh? Talk about what?”

“Talk about… life and the future…” said Zhou Mo.

“So bored?” Zhao Jin finally looked up and was surprised.

Once again, the four of them looked at each other in dismay.

“Brother, what are you going to do after graduation?” Why not persevere?

“Probably go home and inherit the family business.” Zhao Jinran answered without thinking.

“Rich second generation!” Why did you say that? However, when I think of Zhao Jinlan opening the trumpet and buying the full operation of the inscription, everyone thought this answer was not surprising.

“No.” Zhao Jinran raised his head to see what had happened.

He was a little embarrassed, too. The word "rich second generation" has not served as a compliment for many times, and Zhao Jinnan seems to be somewhat concerned about this term. Left Gu looked forward to hoping that the brothers and sisters would support him quickly, but heard Zhao Jinran go on to say: “It's the third generation. ”

“Brother Weiwu.” Why did tears fill your face?

Zhao Jinran shrugged his shoulders and continued to look down at his phone.

Everyone has to face this kind of thing in life and in the future. Zhao Jinnan is no exception. It's just that he looks a little simpler and has probably locked his goals and directions since birth. This is the role he needs to assume, obedience or resistance, and there is no more advanced option, just a choice.

A few people then silenced, but the news of Yang Qi dropping out of school to go to work gradually spread in circles, and it was not known how many people were discussing the whispering in the auditorium. It was at that time that the floral squad returned to their positions, leaving only four. After the game, Wei Xinran returned to the stage and took a microphone.

“My partner is finally back.” Zhang Chenghao took a long breath.

Wei Xinran smiled at him and bowed down the stage.

“I'm sorry, I should have explained this game with Seung-ho, because something happened, and I'm only back on stage now.” Wei Xinlan stood up straight and looked down and said.

“I'd like to take a moment to share this with you. After all, it's kind of good news, good news.” Wei Xinlan went on to say that the voice was a little choked.

Those under the stage who have heard about Yang Qi have guessed what Wei Xinlan is going to say. But Zhang Chenghao didn't have time to look at his cell phone, and nobody told him about the gossip. He could only stand by and look at Wei Xinlan. This obscurity dominates the auditorium.

“We, Yang Qi of Huarong Squad, have been invited to KPL Mountain Ghost Squad for trial training and have passed successfully. Next thing you know, she's going to the professional world to fulfill her dream! On my own behalf and on behalf of our floral squad, I extend my deepest blessings to her! Hope she shines on the KPL stage! ”

By the time Wei Xinlan had finished his breath, the auditorium had already been silent. As a group of king's glory enthusiasts, he walked out on the most powerful stage with a professional player, which gave everyone a warm feeling of witnessing history and boiling down for a while.

The other three girls sitting on the front row clapping their hands. Until today, they discovered that they did not know Yang Qi as well as they had imagined for two years, but that Yang Qi was once their teammate and would always be their friend, which is beyond doubt.

So, blessing.

All they can do and need to do at this moment is bless.