Chapter 867 The God of Wealth and His Beautiful, Strong and Miserable Contestants (32)
The God of Wealth and His Beautiful, Strong and Miserable Contestants (Part 32)
Although the e-sports circle seems big, it is actually small because of that group of people.
The news that Robot fans issued a challenge to the foul-mouthed Robot anchor had already spread everywhere. In fact, I don't know how many of those people were directly squatting in the live broadcast room tonight using their secondary accounts.
As soon as the five games were over, before the marketing accounts even had time to carry the news, the news had already spread among all the e-sports players in the circle and there were very few people who didn’t know about it.
In particular, several people who have a close relationship with Robot even formed a group and invited Robot to celebrate this event together.
[DTJ-Di Zang: Awesome, Robot, you must be so happy! I think you are a real fan. Especially the Dracula in the first game really surprised me. It is exactly the same hero you picked in the first trial. I am worthy of being your fan. This is also a tribute to you.]
[YSQ-Xingxing: What? Did Robot play Dracula in his previous trials? I was wondering why all his fans played jungle heroes, and I was thinking something was wrong.]
[DTJ-Di Zang: It’s not your fault that you didn’t know. After all, Robot originally came to our DTJ for a trial. This is all internal information and has never been released. It’s normal that you don’t know. I’m not saying this. When I saw the Dracula over there today, I knew that this person must be a loyal fan of Robot. Ordinary fans may not know this.]
[YSQ-Xingxing: Damn it, I feel so implied! ]
【XBL-Shitou: Why are you all discussing this? Have you all watched it?】
[DTJ-Di Zang: I have to go and see it. It’s such a big melon. There are no competitions recently. What’s wrong with eating a few bites of the melon?]
[XBL-Shitou: It’s nothing, it’s good. None of my teammates knew about this news and I was worried that no one would discuss it. It’s good that you guys are eating the news. Since you guys are eating the news, I’ll come over to discuss it.]
[DTJ-Di Zang: No one in your family eats such a big melon? Oh, I didn't notice it, XBL, that's normal, it would be weird if anyone in your team eats the melon except you, come on, talk with the brothers, we are the real organization, okay.]
【XBL-Stone: Yes, here I come. 】
"Robot, it seems like your phone keeps ringing with messages. Is it okay if you don't check them?"
Song Ning received a voice message from Robot right after the game. Without thinking, he invited the other party out for dinner and a movie.
At the moment they were in a good-quality restaurant - he had booked the place after looking up travel guides.
The environment here is very good. When Song Ning booked the room, he said it was for two people. He didn't expect that the room was not big. The two of them sat face to face by the window. Outside the window was the beautiful and tranquil lake view. He was face to face with Robot and didn't know where to put his eyes.
However, since Robot went to the bathroom just now, the phone that Robot placed on the table has been ringing non-stop.
After waiting for a long time for Robot to come back, Song Ning hurriedly reminded him, but there was a hint of frustration in his eyes.
Robot seemed to be very busy. Did he disturb Robot by relying on his status as a small boss?
"Hmm? Really? Who sent the message?"
Lance took out a tissue, wiped half of his hand, unlocked the phone and handed it to Song Ning, "Help me take a look, I'm a little uncomfortable now."
Song Ning said "Oh" and obediently took the phone and looked down at it. He didn't realize why it was so inconvenient for Robot to wipe his hands that he needed his help to look at the phone.
[XBL-Shitou: Guys, I feel these two little habits are familiar to me. There aren’t many people who are good at playing this hero. I just happen to know a professional who has this little problem.]
Song Ning read it as it was written, and his eyes widened slightly after he finished reading it.
"W-what does this mean?"
Lance sat down and pulled his chair closer.
A faint scent of soap wafted over, and Song Ning's ears gradually became hotter, and then he heard the voice of the person next to him.
"What he meant was that the substitute was a professional player."
Song Ning's mouth became the size of a pigeon egg.
"No way, is that Ah Xing so shameless? He asked a professional player to play for him?"
"This professional player is desperate. Does he not want to continue playing professionally?"
Lance took a look and Song Ning didn't notice anything wrong.
You little fool, you knew who he was talking about even though he didn't say what it was about? You revealed your identity too quickly.
However, Lance had no intention of exposing his opponent's disguise now, and just took a sip of water.
"They were hoping for the best. They probably didn't think they would be discovered at the beginning, so they were so bold. But they really did treat everyone as fools. There are only a few people who are good at playing e-sports, especially those who are good at these two heroes. As long as they are determined, it is easy to find out who is playing for them."
Song Ning really didn't expect this. After all, he was not as familiar with this circle as Robot.
But his mind wandered for a while before he realized that Robot's phone was still in his hand, and he hurriedly handed it over, "Your phone."
Lance didn't take it, but just smiled and looked at him.
"It's okay, little boss. If you want to read gossip, go ahead. This matter has caused quite a stir. I think many people want to get a piece of the melon. But I didn't expect that you, little boss, also knew about this gossip."
He was deliberately testing what Song Ning was thinking. After all, he had practiced so hard for so long and finally won. Would he come to him for praise?
When Lance thought of Song Ning looking at him with sparkling eyes and asking for praise, he instantly became expectant.
He even started to search for words of praise, hoping to praise Song Ning directly.
As a result, Song Ning's eyes were still confused, and his eyes were clear as he opened his mouth and said, "No, I didn't eat the melon."
The words that Lance had just collected gathered at the corner of his mouth and then dispersed.
He turned his head to look at Song Ning, whose eyes were round and clear. For the first time, he felt that some human descriptions were absolutely appropriate - such as eyes as clear as a newborn deer.
He looked at it for a long time and couldn't help laughing.
Song Ning was still a little confused and didn't understand why he suddenly laughed.
"My little fan," Lansla said in a long tone, and was satisfied to see Song Ning's clear eyes suddenly widened with fear and filled with 'what are you calling me', "Thank you for standing up for me, but next time if you don't want me to know, you still have to change your ID."
As soon as he finished speaking, Song Ning shoved the phone into his hand, covered his face with his hands like an ostrich, unwilling to face it all.