The manager thought there was something wrong with his ears, otherwise how could he hear the two rich second-generations excitedly saying that they would help their Y team win the game?
Are you kidding?
This is a formal competition, and it has entered the semi-finals. It is broadcast live on the entire network. The victorious team will represent the country in international competitions in the future. Do you really think this is a playground for these rich second-generations?
So the manager put away the barely visible respect on his face and said with a vigilant look: "I don't understand what Master Qin means, but e-sports competitions must be fair and just, and reject 'acting' behavior. Although our Y team is not well-known in the e-sports circle, we still have the basic concept of the competition."
When talking about "not well-known", he curled his lips, and a hint of arrogance inadvertently flashed in his eyes. It was obvious that he did not think that his own team was unknown.
Jing Cheng: “…”
Qin Yan: “…”
Did he think that they came here to force the players of Team Y to play a fake game?
But wasn't it Team Y that lost the last round? If they wanted to find a player to fix the game, they should have gone to Team W, right?
Does this ensure that Team Y will win in the end?
...
...
I didn't expect that this manager, who looked dejected on the surface, was actually quite confident in his team?
Qin Yan and Jing Cheng were speechless for a moment.
The manager didn't know that the two people in front of him had completely different ideas from his own. He saw that after listening to his "righteous words", the two people not only did not show embarrassment or anger on their faces, but instead looked at him speechlessly, as if he was not talking just now, but had farted in front of them, and he was the embarrassed one.
The manager looked confused. What did Mr. Qin mean by what he just said?
Could it be that the players of their team had been bribed, so they played like sleepwalkers in the last game?
The manager felt that he was insulting his own team's players just by thinking about it. Match-fixing? This is impossible!
The five starting players of their team are very young, at the peak of their careers as professional players, and have all become famous at a young age. They are all proud and arrogant. How could they do such a stupid thing that would ruin their career prospects?
But was the situation in the last game really an accident?
Considering the various plausible rumors about the "Ming Shen curse" in the circle recently, the manager does not want his team's starting player to become a stepping stone on Ye Jiming's road to fame.
He knew that the boss must have the same idea, so he had no choice but to replace all the players in the next round with substitutes. Facing such a team that exudes "evil" from head to toe, they will only be slapped in the face if they confront them head-on, and avoiding their edge is the best solution.
Even if Team W wins in the end, their players won't be scolded too badly.
For a veteran team like them, winning or losing a game is not a big deal; what is scary is if a player loses popularity.
A myriad of thoughts raced through his mind for a moment. After he regained his senses, the manager suddenly remembered the identities of the two people in front of him and immediately broke out in a cold sweat.
The manager recalled the golden rule he had always followed since he entered the industry: It is better to offend a villain than to offend a rich person!
...Maybe they were just saying it casually, and he was just thinking too dirty.
Thinking of this, the manager wiped his face, carefully looked up at the two people's expressions, and added with a chuckle: "Well... our Y team's players have always been honest and steady. Their performance has always been among the best in the country. This is obvious to all in the industry. If the club can introduce strong foreign aid by the end of the year, there is a great hope that we can win the domestic championship in the spring season next year."
Let me first recommend our own team. If we can get investment from both companies this time, we won’t lose anything even if we fail in this competition.
The club had the idea of introducing foreign players by the end of the year last year, but unfortunately the prices of the foreign players they were interested in were too high, so the two sides have been in a stalemate. If they could get the investment of these two rich second-generations, let alone one foreign player, they would have no problem buying ten foreign players as substitutes!
The best way to break the awkwardness is to change the subject. The manager shamelessly recommended his own team. Since these two people were able to come and watch the game, it meant that they should be very interested in the e-sports circle.
As a young person, who doesn’t have an e-sports dream?
The manager laughed, looking like a big-tailed wolf trying to abduct Little Red Riding Hood. He rubbed his palms and said, "I wonder if you two are willing to invest. The e-sports industry is booming now, and many investors at home and abroad are focusing on it. Our entire e-sports industry has a promising future, and our club is one of the earliest established in China, so it is still worth investing in."
"Just last month, the young master of the Sui Group bought a foreign player for the K team he invested in. This time, the strength of the K team has increased significantly, and it has been advancing triumphantly. People in the circle are praising Mr. Sui for his sharp vision and his ability to turn stones into gold..."
Qin Yan had a strange look on his face. The young master of Sui Group...that kid Sui Tangan?
Qin Yan couldn't help but turn his head to look at Jing Cheng. Every time Sui Tangan met Jing Cheng at school, he had a frightened expression on his face and stayed away from him. He thought that the dude was just a coward, but it turned out that he had a "great reputation" outside. It really shows that you can't judge a person by his appearance.
Jing Cheng felt that the manager in front of him was talking too much nonsense, and he did not realize that the young master of the Sui family he was talking about was a classmate from the same school with whom he had a grudge. When he noticed the gazes of the people around him, he asked in doubt, "What's wrong?"
Qin Yan turned his head and said, "Nothing." It was better if he didn't remember. There was no need to tell him about this little guy.
In the manager's view, rich people's money is not money, but a string of numbers. The two people in front of him are golden babies who were born with a silver spoon in their mouths. Just shaving off some dandruff can make their team reach a higher level.
He had seen the young master of the Sui Group. He had two half-brothers. It was never his turn to inherit the huge family business. He was doomed to be out of the game from the moment he was born, so the young master gave up and grew up to be a waste as he wished.
But even if he is a waste, he is a gilded waste. He was fooled by the manager of XX team and became a money-giver in his enthusiasm. He spent money in huge amounts and managed to revive a club that was about to go bankrupt!
The Y team manager’s eyes turned red!
He believes that young people are easily instigated, especially after learning what other teenagers of the same age have done, they will inevitably develop a competitive mentality... He is willing to be a touchstone for the rich second generation!
Come on, throw some money at him! He also wants to see the true power of money!
Unexpectedly, after hearing this, the handsome young master of the Qin family, who was as handsome as a star, just glanced at him coldly and said, "That's wishful thinking." He appreciated the members of the Y team, but he didn't have the habit of being a sucker. He didn't think about improving the level of his own team members, but thought about bringing in foreign aid every day. He despised them!
"..." The manager, who was poured cold water, smiled awkwardly and turned to look at the other "God of Wealth". This one seemed easier to talk to and should not mind... right?
Unexpectedly, the other "God of Wealth" did not follow the routine. He looked at him with an ambiguous expression. After a long while, he took out a stack of yellow paper from his pocket, slowly took out five pieces and handed them to him.
The manager suspected that he was dazzled, otherwise how could he see someone handing him a few yellow papers in the gesture of counting money?
If it weren't for the fact that the other person had a nationally famous face, he would have thought that the young master of the Jing family was deliberately making fun of him.
Of course, even if the other party really fooled him, he would not dare to do anything (…).
Is it not popular for rich people to wave checks these days? Or are rich people's hobbies just so weird?
Just as the manager was hesitating whether to take it, Jing Cheng said, "No need to make substitutions in the next game. Let your players carry these five talismans with them."
After a pause, Jing Cheng said, "I'll give you a discount on these five talismans. One is 1999. Time is tight, you can pay after the game." Even a dollar cheaper is still money, so just consider it as a good deed.
manager:"???"
Five yellow pieces of paper and they want 10,000 yuan from me? Are you trying to rob me?
The manager took the talisman paper with a confused look on his face. He couldn't help but look at Qin Yan, wanting to ask if they were joking with him. However, Qin Yan just stared at him coldly and said, "Hurry up and continue."
manager:"……"
The manager felt inexplicably aggrieved, but in the face of the other party's expression of "you've made a lot of money" and "you're just a mortal, be grateful", he did not ask after all. It was not until the figures of the two people completely disappeared from his sight that he realized the seriousness of the problem.
Not only did I fail to trick people into investing, I even had to pay 10,000 yuan out of my own pocket!
The manager suddenly felt a headache and stared at the five fresh talismans. There were complicated seal characters drawn on them with cinnabar, as if they were done in one go. There was an indescribable rhythm. If you smelled them carefully, you could smell a faint fragrance wafting from them, which made you feel refreshed.
The manager thought that the rumors on the Internet were not all false. This young master of the Jing family actually became a "master".
However, if these little pieces of paper are really useful, then he will make a lot of money from this deal.
On the way back to the lounge, the manager kept thinking about this question.
…
On the court, Ye Jiming's forehead was covered with cold sweat. His gaming level was originally not much better than that of ordinary players, and the gap between him and real professional players was like an insurmountable chasm. But ever since he had Huang Shisan, he rarely felt the feeling of being mentally suppressed from all aspects on the court.
Especially when he has already used Huang Shisan's ability.
"Huang Shisan, are you there?" Ye Jiming tried to call out to his own guardian deity in his mind. As soon as the five members of Team Y came on stage, he had a bad feeling, as if something beyond his control was about to happen. Sure enough, he felt mentally suppressed as soon as the game started. This was obviously not in line with his expectations. Could it be that the other side also had a guardian deity?
"Shut up! You've hurt me so much!" Huang Shisan's angry and desperate roar sounded in his mind. The five people opposite were hiding something that could absolutely suppress it. The surging spiritual energy was unscrupulously showing its presence. It was obvious that a master had come down the stage today, and he might even be a heavenly master!
The other party discovered its actions and warned it aggressively!
After "listening" to Huang Shisan's thoughts, Ye Jiming was in disbelief. He suddenly raised his head and looked towards the audience: How is this possible? !
The audience seats below the stage.
Qin Yan was watching this farce with the audience when he suddenly felt a slight pain in his fingers. He looked down and saw that the person next to him was holding his left hand. He did not know when he had taken out a fine brush from the small shoulder bag he was carrying. The tip of the brush, as thin as a needle, was piercing the tip of his index finger.
“…”
Qin Yan looked at Jing Cheng in silence as he put a Band-Aid on his wound without changing his expression, then put his hand back.
Perhaps his gaze was too obvious, the thief's ears turned red, and then he said seriously: "You have too much anger, it's better to relieve it than to block it. Bleeding every day is good for your body."
Qin Yan thought, what else can I say? He believed that he was not in vain as the "human blood bank" of Jing Da Tianshi. Sometimes he even suspected that the reason why Jing Cheng agreed to be with him was because of his blood. After returning from Dian County, this guy didn't even carry cinnabar when he went out. How much money did he save?
Qin Yan glanced at Jing Cheng with resentment. The two have been together for such a long time (a week), and the most intimate action they have taken is holding hands. Fu Le even laughed at them behind their backs and said they were playing house... He always said that he has a bad temper. Since you know that it is better to release than to block, what's the point of bleeding a few drops every day.
As soon as this thought came into his mind, he became angry. In an instant, the air around him became a little agitated. The audience in the surrounding seats were all paying attention to the contestants on the stage. Occasionally, some sensitive fans would only feel that the atmosphere of today's competition was particularly enthusiastic. No one else noticed his abnormality.
But his sudden change could not be hidden from the person sitting next to him.
Jing Cheng, who was feeling somewhat guilty at first, immediately straightened his back in a pretentious manner, raised his eyebrows and said, "Recite the Heart Purification Technique silently three times. Do you want me to start it for you?"
"..." Qin Yan blushed with shame, turned his head away, and said stiffly, "No need."
For some reason, after returning from Dian County, Qin Yan's temper grew day by day, as if he had been poisoned by spring poison. His mind was like a wild horse that had broken free from its reins, and he became out of control from the moment he saw Jing Cheng when he woke up every day. In just one week, all the classmates discovered that their class bully and Jing Daxian were having an affair, and the look in their eyes when they looked at the two of them became meaningful.
At first Jing Cheng thought that Fu Le, the big mouth, was talking nonsense, so he secretly put a bad luck charm on him in anger. Fortunately, Fu Le was a carefree person and was used to things like falling down or choking while drinking water, so he didn't notice anything wrong. Later, Jing Cheng realized that Qin Yan's behavior was too "reckless", so the girls in the class who were good at discovering jq noticed the clues, and then the whole class knew about it.
Jing Cheng was not used to his private affairs being exposed in public, so he had to secretly ask Qin Yan to be more restrained, and thus the enhanced version of "Qing Xin Jue" was created.
Jing Cheng narrowed his eyes, thinking that this little pervert, who was still young and always thinking about that kind of thing, still needed to be disciplined. At this moment, he completely forgot that his current physical age was one year younger than his "eldest apprentice", and the two of them had already broken through the "teacher-student relationship".
Qin Yan felt embarrassed by his understanding gaze. He lowered his head like a wronged dog and silently recited the Taoist "Qingxin Jue" that he had already memorized: "A clear mind is like water, and clear water is the mind. There is no breeze, and no waves..."①
Jing Cheng didn't look away until the temperature around him returned to normal. He took out a yellow paper-cut figure from his bag. The figure had a round head, a long body, thin arms and legs. He had cut it when he was bored, and he never knew when he would need it, so he always carried it with him.
He used a brush dipped in Qin Yan's blood to quickly draw a rune on the paper-cut. You could almost see the double image. A flash of light appeared, and the blood suddenly disappeared at the moment it soaked through the rune paper, as if it was absorbed by the yellow paper. It was extremely strange. After a while, the paper-cut figure "came to life" in his hand. The little paper figure shook its body and stood up.
Qin Yan had been keeping an eye on Jing Cheng's direction out of the corner of his eye, and when he saw the little paper man, his eyes widened in surprise.
Jing Cheng stared at the paper figurine and whispered, "Go get the things, don't alarm anyone."
The little paper man nodded in a very human way, jumped out of his hand, rolled on the ground, and disappeared.
Although he had witnessed too much of the other side of this world around Jingcheng, the scene before him still made him feel very magical.
Qin Yan couldn't help but say, "It can actually understand?" It can even roll around, just like a real person.
Jing Cheng saw what he was thinking and explained, "He was a human being before he died, so his behavior and habits are no different from those of humans."
When I was alive, I was a human...
Qin Yan choked up in his throat and fell silent.
Jing Cheng raised the corner of his mouth slightly, glanced at him, and deliberately threatened: "I told you before that your blood is a great tonic for them, so don't bleed when I'm not around."
Qin Yan's mouth twitched and he nodded silently.
He is not a girl, and there are no those few days every month. Apart from nosebleeds, he really can't think of any place that requires him to "shed his blood". Of course, the occasional nosebleeds were also because he saw Jing Cheng changing clothes in front of him... cough cough, his heart was as clear as water, without any ripples.
Soon, a little paper man appeared in front of the two people holding a wooden sign the size of a baby's palm.
Two arms as thin as matchsticks were holding a wooden sign that was bigger than the sign itself. Qin Yan was terrified by the sight, fearing that the sign would not be able to bear the "huge pressure" and drop it on the ground, thus attracting other people's attention.
Fortunately, everyone around seemed to be selectively blind, and no one noticed the unscientific scene happening here.
Jing Cheng picked up the wooden sign and glanced at the little paper man: "You can leave now."
The little paper figure bowed respectfully towards Jing Cheng, shook its body, and the wandering soul attached to the paper figure left.
Jing Cheng took back the paper man and carefully examined the wooden sign in his hand. He found that it was actually a piece of top-quality dark wood, as black as jade, with a shimmering glow. When he got closer, he could even smell a faint medicinal fragrance. In the center of the square wooden sign was carved a small animal that looked like a cat but was not a cat. The carving was immature, as if it was done by a novice, which destroyed the value of the wood.
Jing Cheng noticed that the little thing hidden in the wooden sign was trembling, and was so scared after seeing him that it couldn't even utter the words to beg for mercy. He felt disappointed. After all, it was a guardian deity, but why did it look like such a waste?
Little did Huang Shisan know that he almost vomited blood the moment he saw Jing Cheng. How did he fall into the hands of this big devil again? It was simply a bad fate.
Why is there still a Heavenly Master in this era? Didn't these big demons disappear a hundred years ago? Which mountain did this old monster come from? Why does he keep staring at it instead of starting a sect and teaching disciples?
Huang Shisan's face was in tears. At this moment, he seemed to be able to feel how his master Ye Jiming felt when he was matched with the strongest king in the platinum game - dimensional crushing, it was really too bullying for this great immortal.
Qin Yan came from a wealthy family and had seen too many good things since he was a child, so he developed a pair of sharp eyes. He looked at the wooden sign in Jing Cheng's hand and said in surprise, "This piece of top-quality dark golden nanmu wood costs at least 100,000 yuan."
Jing Cheng suddenly felt hot.
The Yinchen wood is a good wood for nourishing souls, so only ghosts can hide in it. When he first discovered Huang Shisan, he was doing evil. Jing Cheng originally thought that it was not easy for animals to practice, and God had the virtue of loving life. Since it could be worshipped by people, it was a rare opportunity to cultivate into a guardian deity. So even if it was entangled with evil karma, Jing Cheng chose to let it go, and just gave it a verbal warning, advising it not to go the wrong way.
Who could have thought that after just a few days of not seeing each other, he would run into him again, and the other party was still doing bad things, and obviously did not take his kind words of advice seriously (...). It seemed that even God could not stand it, and this little beast deserved to fall into his hands.
That's why Jing Cheng decided to follow the will of heaven and eradicate it by destroying the soul-nourishing tree. When the habitat is destroyed, the ghosts inside will also be wiped out. It's a very worry-free and labor-saving solution.
However, Qin Yan said that the wood was worth one hundred thousand.
Although I guessed that golden nanmu would be worth some money, I didn’t expect it to be so valuable!
Jing Cheng thought back to the law books he had read before, and a legal provision naturally popped up in his mind: Amounts exceeding 100,000 yuan are considered huge amounts and are punishable by fixed-term imprisonment of not less than three years but not more than ten years, and a fine.
Jing Cheng stared at the piece of wood in his hand and couldn't help but sigh: "This is tricky." He couldn't just destroy the piece of wood and then go back to compensate Ye Jiming with 100,000 yuan, making him look like a guilty thief.
Huang Shisan, who was hiding in the dark wood, saw his hesitation. Seeing that he was young and looked easy to fool, he thought he had seen a way to save himself. He rolled his eyes and cried, "Master, I am just an ordinary guardian fairy who relies on human incense to practice. I have no intention of going against you. Please forgive me. I will respect you and serve you in the future."
Jing Cheng just thought it was farting and sneered, "Sweet words and a cunning mind."
Huang Shisan immediately knelt down and said pitifully: "Although Xiaoyao did something wrong before, it was not intentional. Don't people often say 'It is the greatest virtue to correct one's mistakes'? Xiaoyao is absolutely sincere at this moment, and there is no falsehood at all!"
Jing Cheng saw the dark demon soul through the wooden sign. He felt that the little demons nowadays had so many tricks. He was not blind. The Taoist priest always looked at the soul through the appearance, and the merits and demerits were clear. A filthy soul was trying to please him, and he was immediately amused and confused. Did he think he was the Holy Father?
Jing Cheng's face darkened: "You have the bloody aura and you dare to quibble? You're going to die."
After saying that, a ray of Samadhi True Fire appeared from his fingertips and headed straight for Huang Shisan.
Huang Shisan suddenly became aware of the overwhelming murderous intent, and his heart began to panic. A strong premonition told him that he might really die today. His entire demon soul was filled with anger and unwillingness. It was not easy for a demon to practice, and it was even more difficult for a demon soul to practice. Although he knew that his practice was not correct, he could still find a way out. Unfortunately, he was disrupted by this Taoist priest who interfered.
Hateful Heavenly Master, he can meddle in other people’s business if he wants, but why does he have to interfere with its practice?
Huang Shisan's small black bean-like eyes flashed with hatred, but before he could find a way to escape, he saw a ball of pure yang fire rushing towards him. He was terrified beyond words. The scorching temperature, which was enough to burn the soul, instantly annihilated his consciousness, leaving only a shrill scream.
Jing Cheng sneered, flicked his fingertips lightly, and put the wooden sign away.
Qin Yan saw that his lips moved slightly but no sound came out as if he was communicating with something, so he didn't dare to disturb him. It was not until he vaguely heard a slight "chirp" like the cry of a small animal that he realized that a fierce look had appeared between the brows of the person next to him.
Seeing this, Qin Yan raised his eyebrows and asked, "Is it solved?"
Jing Cheng nodded, breathed a sigh of relief, and then became conflicted again. The matter of the sunken wood had not been resolved yet, and the evil spirit inside was still there. He couldn't let the tiger go back to the mountain and return the things. Besides, Ye Jiming was also a problem.
Qin Yan watched for a long time. He didn't know where the wood in Jing Cheng's hand came from, nor did he know what he wanted to do. He guessed that this thing should be related to Ye Jiming, but if Jing Cheng didn't say it, he wouldn't ask.
Jing Cheng would naturally tell him what he wanted to know. Sometimes he would feel low because he was the humble one in this relationship, but more often he would feel that he was lucky. Most of the time it was Jing Cheng who protected him, but he found that apart from his appearance, he had nothing else that could attract Jing Cheng. This realization would make him uneasy just by thinking about it occasionally.
Seeing him showing his troubled side, Qin Yan was curious and a little distressed. In Qin Yan's opinion, Jing Cheng was almost omnipotent and powerful enough to shock people, so his occasional "vulnerability" was particularly noticeable. So Qin Yan thought for a moment and came up with a bad idea: "Let others take care of the trouble. I heard that Brother Zhang has returned to Beijing and seems to be quite free these two days."
Going out for a barbecue buffet at noon and posting it on social media shows that you have a lot of free time.
Jing Cheng's eyes lit up. Yes, why didn't he think of that!
Why does he have to personally handle every dirty thing? The Taoist Association is addicted to being a wise man after the event. They should be allowed to experience the dangers of this world for themselves!
So he took out his mobile phone, found the Feng-Sao selfie avatar that he had blocked, added the friend again, and directly sent the other party a location information. Afraid that the other party could not see it, he sent several messages urging him to come over quickly. After all the messages were sent, he saw the message "The other party is typing" on the top of the chat interface, and he quickly blocked him again.
Qin Yan, who was watching this scene, twitched his lips: "..."
He now believed that Brother Zhang and Jing Cheng must have had a grudge in their previous life.
Zhang Jinhuai, who was attending class, had his phone on vibrate mode because he was sitting in the front row. He heard the phone "buzz" but didn't pay much attention. Unexpectedly, the other party seemed to have something urgent to tell him and sent several messages in a row, causing his phone to "buzz" non-stop. In desperation, he had to bend down and pretend to pick up a pen, then took out his phone to check the messages.
He never expected that the person who sent him the message was Jing Cheng. He was stunned for a moment before clicking on the chat history.
Just a week ago, the messages he sent to the other party were still rejected. When was he added as a friend again?
Lingsu Zhenren (Note): [Location Information]
Master Lingsu: Come quickly!
Master Lingsu: Something happened!
Master Lingsu: Don’t waste time!
Master Lingsu: !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Zhang Jinhuai was so frightened by the string of exclamation marks that he felt panicky and out of breath. It was rare to see this giant Buddha panicking, so he thought something big had happened and couldn't help but send a message: What happened?
Unexpectedly, as soon as he sent it out, it was surrounded by a red exclamation mark.
[The message has been sent, but was rejected by the other party]
Zhang Jinhuai was stunned and couldn't help but swear: "Fuck."
His voice was so loud that people at the tables in front and behind him looked over, and even the old professor behind the podium glanced at him.
Zhang Jinhuai raised his head and wiped his face, then spoke with difficulty: "Professor, I have a stomachache. Can I ask for a leave?"
The old professor looked at him suspiciously, and seeing that he looked really bad, he finally raised his hand and said, "Go ahead."
…
The five players of Team Y have reversed their previous downward trend and are now full of vigor and vitality. They operate very smoothly, cooperate well with each other, and use big moves one after another, as if they want to regain the face they lost in the previous game. This time, they are determined to trample Team W under their feet without any mercy!
During the entire game, Ye Jiming was almost sleepwalking, and his confused operation was even worse than that of a novice.
At the beginning of the third game, the audience found that Team Y did not make any substitute changes. Everyone found this difficult to understand. Could it be that Team Y had some new tactics?
However, more people felt that Team Y was struggling to survive, while fans of Team W, who had been following the team throughout the season, thought they had already anticipated the final result - Team W had secured victory.
However, the facts slapped them in the face. Team Y actually turned defeat into victory? !
The manager of Team W stared at the big screen with his mouth open, suspecting that there might be something wrong with his eyes. It was impossible. With Ming Shen around, how could their team lose?
The manager of the Y team on the opposite side was grinning from ear to ear. He thought the cooked duck was going to fly away, but unexpectedly it fell back onto the plate. It seems that God is not blind and is still on his side!
The five contestants of Team Y on the stage looked at each other and simultaneously took out a handful of ashes from their trouser pockets. After they raised their heads and their eyes met for a few seconds, they couldn't help but shuddered together, with an expression of awe on their faces.
This world is so dangerous!
*
"Team W played very fiercely in this round. It's true that veteran teams are different. I didn't expect that the curse of Ming Shen was broken. The goddess of luck did not stand on Ye Jiming's side this time. It seems that Team W can only stop here this season." After hearing the host announce the results of the game, Fu Le sighed, "What a pity! They are about to enter the finals, and they are just one step away from the final."
Qin Yan glanced at him and said, "What a pity! He is unworthy of his position and should have been eliminated long ago."
Fu Le had a bitter face, thinking that if you have a problem with Ye Jiming and don't want Team W to win, just say it directly, why do you insist on saying that he is unworthy of the position? It's just a game, not a competition for the throne. Poor him, he has to bleed a lot this time, if he had known, he would not have bet with others.
Although the result of the game was full of drama, Team Y deserved the title, and the audience who originally bet on Team W had nothing to complain about. It was just the semi-finals, and there was enough time for them to open their eyes before the finals.
The most excited people at the scene were the fans of Team W. The players of Team W were generally young and good-looking, which meant that the fans of their team were not too old either. Many of them were in adolescence, impulsive and easily angered, and they would love you and hate you.
But no one could have imagined that someone would actually hurt someone in public, and actually hit the person from such a long distance!
There was a loud "bang" and the scene was in chaos. The host was a professional as he reacted very quickly to inform the director's studio to cut off the live broadcast and asked someone to call the emergency number. The security guards were also well-trained and quickly came out from the backstage to push the excited "fan" away. In just over ten minutes, the chaos subsided.
Ye Jiming was protected and left by his angry teammates. His face was covered in blood and the pain almost paralyzed his nerves, making him think for a moment that he was dreaming.
It was not until he returned to the locker room and the club's doctor treated his wounds that he realized belatedly that he had been beaten in public, and it was broadcast live on the entire Internet!
His teammates didn't know how to comfort him. They stood beside him anxiously, so nervous that they didn't even know where to put their hands and feet.
Seeing him raise his head, a teammate opened his mouth and whispered: "That man has been arrested, don't be sad."
Others also spoke up: "Are you still in pain? Do you want to rest for a while? The host said that he has called the emergency department and they will be here in half an hour at the latest."
"The manager said that you should take a good rest when you get back this time, and don't worry about what others think."
Ye Jiming's mind was in a mess and about to explode. He could not hear what they were saying. He clenched his fists tightly and his face turned red. The pitying eyes of his teammates and the wounds at the corners of his eyes reminded him that he was being humiliated like never before! Soon, the whole network would know that not only did Ye Jiming lose the game and be called "trash", he was also beaten during the live broadcast!
Pei Ziyu, a teammate who usually had a good relationship with him, patted him on the shoulder and said, "That guy just now was a psychopath. Just think of it as being bitten by a dog. Don't be angry, okay."
He would rather be bitten by a dog than be in this situation now!
Huang Shisan had not made any move since he was beaten. Although Ye Jiming was angry about his experience, he also knew the seriousness of the situation. Without Huang Shisan by his side, he was nothing. He didn't even know who to turn to for revenge. Listening to his teammates' halfhearted words of comfort, he not only did not calm down, but became very impatient. He gritted his teeth and squeezed out a sentence: "I know, can you please stop talking."
An impatient complaint was like a bucket of cold water, which immediately chilled the teammates to the core.
The lounge suddenly became quiet.
Although his teammates could empathize with his situation, he was not the only one who felt embarrassed after losing the game. They were all under 20 years old, so they were all babies!
The silence was not broken until the manager of Team W hurriedly pushed open the door of the lounge.
"Xiao Ming, someone is looking for you, please come out quickly."
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① From "Qing Xin Jue"
Pretend to be dead!
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