Chapter 95 Chapter 95 First Release

This means that FKW fell into Group C and had no chance to participate in the World Championship.

The lights of the competition venue came on, and in an instant they were blindingly white, and the host's loud voice rang out.

"Congratulations to Xuan Ji for winning this competition!"

The audience that used to cheer for FKW fell silent. In those two or three seconds of silence, Ning Nanzhou's hands were still on the keyboard, and his fingertips were warm from the competition.

He understood why Chi Yu clenched his hands in the S4 finals, because if he didn't clench his hands, he would see his trembling fingertips.

More than a hundred days and nights of training, the joy of winning the top two in the regular season, and the night of dreaming about the championship with teammates, all disappeared at this moment.

Before he could clench his hands, his hands were tightly held by Chi Yu.

In the losing seats where the lights could not reach, they held hands tightly under their sleeves, feeling the silent trembling of each other's fingertips.

The road down the stage became very long, so long that the light ahead could not be seen, and the shadows merged into one.

They walked out of the stadium without saying a word, with fans supporting them on both sides.

Compared with the previous excitement, the fans were obviously much quieter.

I don't know when the crowd started to get restless, the dark crowd was like a moving blade, and some fans started to curse.

"Isn't it shameful to lose three games in a row?"

"I bought the ticket just to see you lose the game? What version is affecting you? You didn't train well."

"It's better to retire if you play like this!"

Ning Nanzhou had no emotions before, but he couldn't help but turn his head when he heard the word "retire". The next second, his wrist suddenly tightened, and he was caught off guard by Chi Yu's arms.

The other party held him tightly in his arms. He could only hear the sound of the mineral water bottle hitting Chi Yu's back heavily. The other party just held his hand tightly.

His eyes turned red in an instant: "Fuck him!"

At this moment, he had only one thought in his mind, which was to go back and find the bastard who hit him, even if it meant risking his status as a professional player, he would hit him back again and again.

The boy with silver hair struggled to break free from the embrace, his well-behaved face was full of coldness, he picked up the water bottle and walked towards the crowd, but the person behind him was calling his name: "Ning Ning."

"Ning Nanzhou!"

It was the first time that Chi Yu called his name so harshly, and there was a slight tremor, he forced himself to calm down.

FKW is Chi Yu's hard work, he can't beat people with the identity of FKW's leader.

Not only did he throw away the bottle and come back, he also picked up Xiao Qiao who rushed over.

Electronic sports have no sympathy for the weak, only when you reach the top of the mountain, only when you reach the top of the mountain will someone hear your voice.

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FKW's car first turned to the hospital, and then drove back to the club.

As soon as he entered the lobby, he saw the boss Cheng Boliang sitting on the sofa. Song Mingjie thought he was coming to question the results, so he hurried forward to explain: "The playoff version is really too restrictive. Everyone trains until four or five in the morning every day. If anyone has the biggest problem, it's me who underestimated LN's shamelessness."

"Mingjie, you misunderstood." Cheng Boliang stood up from the sofa, "I don't mean to blame everyone. Everyone must be hungry after the game. I ordered takeout from Beiji."

Although Ning Nanzhou was not in the mood to eat takeout, he had to admit that Cheng Boliang was a very approachable boss. He didn't say anything even after three consecutive losses.

Everyone went to the restaurant to eat. Cheng Boliang opened a bottle of Kuo□□na, and the fragrant wine flowed into the glass.

"The last time we got together was to win the championship. I'm sorry I left last time. I came here today to announce something important."

Ning Nanzhou was originally putting a pillow on Chi Yu, and raised his head when he heard Cheng Boling's words.

"I plan to sell the club."

The air temperature continued to rise due to the mist of the hot pot, and it stopped abruptly with this sentence.

"Old Cheng, are you kidding?" Song Mingjie's voice was a little trembling, "The club is doing well now. Even if the results this year are not good, there is still next year. We won three championships."

Cheng Boling sat at the same table with everyone. They had sat at the same table before, but the steaming mist separated them.

"It's not all about grades." The Patek Philippe on Cheng Boling's wrist ticked. "Esports is all about the flowers and the fire, but how many people really make money?" "

And as a computer game, Advent is already outdated. Look at how many elementary school students are playing Advent now. Last year, LN officials admitted for the first time that the number of players has declined. Why should I keep a declining thing?"

Ning Nanzhou looked at Cheng Boling, who looked shrewd. The declining thing he was talking about was the thing they trained from morning to night and then until dawn.

"Who did you sell it to?" The clock on the wall didn't tick, and Yu Jinan asked with a clenched fist.

"Yang Wei." Cheng Boling answered quickly, "They promised to keep the original structure unchanged, and you, Mingjie, can continue to be the team manager. They are a specialized sports company and will be equipped with professional sports rehabilitation therapists. You don't have to worry about Chi Yu's hand. We just need to change the team name."

The air became more silent, and Cheng Boling's tone softened: "Boss Wang over there is very easy to talk to. If you are worried that you will be dissatisfied with the team name, you can also discuss it together-"

Cheng Boling was interrupted by Ning Nanzhou before he could finish his words: "Easy to talk to? Are you talking about Wang Zhengyang, who is notorious in PUBG? I think it's money that can be negotiated."

Even if Ning Nanzhou doesn't play PUBG, he has heard of Wang Zhengyang's name. He buys a team and dismantles a team, and he only cares about selling goods and not the results. He

is not afraid of being scolded. The more he scolds, the more traffic he gets. He once drove a player to depression.

Cheng Boling was a second-generation rich man when he was young, and he also caught up with the e-sports gold futures with assets of hundreds of millions. He has a strong sense of superiority in his heart and is not as easy to talk to as he looks.

However, he was concerned about Chi Yu who was sitting next to the boy, and he suppressed his displeasure: "Yuanwei is a big company and will not treat everyone unfairly. There will be better results next year, right?"

"This year is not over yet." Chi Yu, who had been silent, spoke, with his head slightly tilted, his cold black hair hanging down, and a few strands hooked on the boy's white neck.

The league stipulates that a team cannot be sold before being eliminated. Cheng Boling then remembered that FKW had not been truly eliminated yet. He stared at the young man and asked, "Does it make any difference if it's one day earlier or later?"

"It does make a difference."

Cheng Boling once admired Chi Yu's persistence. If Chi Yu had not been willing to stay in FKW, FKW in S4 would have been disbanded, and there would not have been the glory it has today.

But now this persistence has become a lack of understanding of the current situation. Originally, he wanted to try to keep the original lineup. Since the opponent wants to delay time, let it die.

And it won't be delayed for long.

Cheng Boling stood up: "Then I wish you all

the best in the game?" "Of course your father's game went smoothly, but it's hard to say whether your PY trade went smoothly." Ning Nanzhou raised his eyebrows.

Cheng Boling was so angry that his face turned red, and he felt that it was not worth arguing with a teenager like Ning Nanzhou.

Bang, bang—

the door was shut heavily when Cheng Boliang left, and a screw fell off. Xiao Qiao realized it belatedly: "Aren't we eliminated?"

"Basically, no team in Group C has ever been promoted back to Group A." Shi Huai, who knows Group C best, said, "Because you have to beat all Group C teams 3-0, and you can't lose even a single game."

Xiao Qiao blurted out: "That's impossible!"

Beating all teams and beating all teams 3-0 are completely different concepts. The former can still be achieved with some effort, but the latter seems like a fantasy.

The silver-haired boy put on cat-ear headphones: "Then create the impossible."