The national school idol is a girl

This reminded Yin Wuyao of the earliest time when he was playing a hero.

At that time, many people who played games were not understood.

Wherever it is like now, when a great god comes out, he will be highly sought after.

In the first six years, in the eyes of most people, anyone who had anything to do with computers was not doing their job properly.

E-sports is a project that will always be opposed in Yan Country.

Therefore, whether it is relatives or classmates, when they mention that he works in games, the first thing they see is subtle disdain.

"Can you make money by playing games?"

“It’s still enough money.”

"Such a person is lazy and won't have much potential in the future..."

Yin Wuyao sat on the railing outside the Internet cafe, tilted his head and lit a cigarette.

Even he himself didn't understand why he remembered something so long ago today.

How many people said, "He is unrealistic."

He gritted his teeth and persevered, thinking that one day he would prove to everyone that what he was doing was called e-sports, not a game.

Finally, he joined a professional team.

He thought he could finally shine.

However, it was only half a year...

In just six months, all his enthusiasm for this industry was wiped out.

It turns out that in e-sports, you don’t have to be good at games to get ahead.

How to promote, whether your agent will praise you, people in the same industry competing with each other, and the betrayal of your closest comrades in order to win fans...

Yin Wuyao thought of this and put out the cigarette in his hand. Just as he was about to go in, the screen of his mobile phone lit up.

It was a message from their temporary team's WeChat group.

Jiujiujiu Pai Lollipop: "Can't you all sleep? Come out, the captain has a gift for you."

"What a child, student." Yin Wuyao sneered, but smiled, held a cigarette in his mouth, put on his hat, and ran to the address the boy posted in the group.

There were not many cars at night.

Especially in the north like Ping City, the colder it is, the fewer people there are.

However, I don't know why, but my chest and palms are hot.

Feng Shang put on his coat and left. Xue Yaoyao went out at the same time.

It seemed that no matter how dark or cold it was outside, at that moment, even their eyes were bright.

The one who pulled them was the young man standing in the empty square of Chang'an Street.

Such a long body and a straight back

Wearing a black leather jacket and silver short hair, he was half-leaning on a pure black Land Rover.

After eleven o'clock in the evening, there were not that many cars on Chang'an Street.

So even the breathing of running can be heard clearly.

Xue Yaoyao took the last subway, Feng Shang drove and Yin Wuyao took a taxi.

Three people came running from three directions: north, south, south, and south.

I don't know if it was because he was running too fast, or because of the figure that could emit light even under the night sky.

The heartbeat was almost a little tight.

That feeling is not only felt when you are in love or missing someone.

And right now, I feel so happy when I see my partner and smile at each other.

Bo Jiu also smiled, walked around from the other side, raised his hand, and the trunk and car lights opened at the same time. Under the dazzling light, all the rose petals that were pressed behind the car poured out, just like in comics. The scene that appears.

Both Xue Yaoyao and Feng Shang were stunned after seeing this scene.

It seemed to be the most beautiful scene they had ever seen.

In the sky full of petals, the young man tugged with one hand, picked up three black and white coats, walked towards them slowly, and raised his thin lips slightly: "The He Jiajun, how can you not have team uniforms? Put them all on, look. Does it fit? "