The e-sports god has fallen again

Chapter 422 Extra Eleven: The Superhero in My Mind
It was an evening, when I sneaked out of the base while exercising after dinner, I came to the meeting place that the two had agreed in advance.

It was a green lawn, and there was an iron swing frame placed at intervals on the lawn, and the person he wanted to meet was sitting on the swing and swinging leisurely.

She was wearing a white dress, her long black hair was carefully braided and decorated with wild flowers in twos and threes. Against the orange sunset, she looked as beautiful as an elf who had strayed into the mortal world.

After I stopped breathing for a moment, I didn't know whether to go up to say hello openly, or quickly flee back to the base and change into a more handsome outfit.

Due to the tight schedule, he was still wearing a team uniform. The rustic color scheme and loose casual style made people feel disrespectful no matter how you looked at it.

But if he ran back to the base to change his clothes now... Not only was there too little time, but it also seemed a little weird in other ways.

He came out to meet fans, not a date...

The inexplicable ambiguous words made his ears feel hot, and finally he stepped forward lightly and pushed the girl's swing.

The moment the swing was thrown out, the girl let out a scream, obviously taken aback.

When I stretched out my hand against the swinging swing, I whispered, "Hi."

The girl finally turned around, and the moment her eyes met his, the panic in the deer's eyes disappeared, replaced by joy beyond words: "Hi~"

When she smiles, her eyes are crooked, and now she has two crescent-shaped crescent silkworms, which looks very cute.

Compared with her who panicked that night, she was a completely different person.

When I looked at her kindly black eyes, the lingering doubts in my mind instantly dissipated.

If this fan was her, then all his previous doubts would have reasonable explanations.

When I was a child, I was a boring gourd, I didn’t have many friends, and I didn’t have much experience in meeting netizens. After standing and staring at her for a long time, I stumbled out a sentence: "Can...Can you speak Chinese? "

The pronunciation looks like it came in bulk from a construction site, and I don't know if she can understand it.

If he can't understand, then he probably can only use translation software to communicate with her.

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He was feeling uneasy, so he smiled brightly when he saw the girl in front of him, and said in a very funny mutton skewer accent: "Of course, I'm Chinese too~"

Wait for me: "..." There is something inside.

After the language barrier is broken down, it will be much easier for them to communicate.

During the casual chat, I learned that her name is Jiang Mozi, and she was originally a member of the GQ women's team, but she recently terminated her contract.

Like me, she plunged into the e-sports circle with only a passion, but in the end she found that the career path was not as easy as she imagined.

Compared with the men's team, which judges winning or losing based on game technology, the selection of the women's team is more like a draft. It doesn't matter if the game level is low, but the body and appearance must be outstanding.

Since joining the team for so long, Jiang Mozi hasn't played many serious games, and the platform live broadcast and various accompanying tasks have been fully arranged.

Compared with professional e-sports players, they are more like a group of Internet celebrities carefully packaged and cultivated by the team.

It doesn't matter if the level of the game is low, someone will buy it if you have a good-looking face.

It doesn't matter if you drag the client back when playing with you, as long as you master the skills of acting like a baby and being cute.

It doesn't matter if you don't want to be coquettish and cute, as long as you have a good relationship with the team's management.

As the only Asian girl in the team, Jiang Mozi has a delicate face and a petite figure, which fully embodies the subtle and gentle oriental beauty.

From the first day of joining the team, GQ's team manager made no secret of his liking for her, and cared for her a little more than others.

Jiang Mozi knew that Westerners are more passionate than Easterners, so he didn't think too much about it, and only tactfully expressed that he had no plans to fall in love at the moment.

The manager said that he would respect her decision, but he still greeted her in private and cared for her constantly, so that her teammates all disliked her and directly isolated her.

But the manager not only didn't stop caring for her because of this, but intensified it, deliberately said some misleading words and made some intimate actions during her live broadcast, so that fans mistakenly thought they were in a relationship.

On the other hand, black fans can just grasp the ambiguity between her and the team manager, and humiliate her endlessly as a slut.

Jiang Mozi knew that he was being destroyed little by little, but he didn't know how to break free from this trap that had been set up long ago.

She interrupted the manager's ambiguous topics in the live broadcast room countless times, refused his intimacy countless times and showed obvious displeasure.

But in the eyes of CP fans, all her actions are just flirting with the manager.

But in the eyes of the black fans, it is she who is acting and standing, trying to cover up, playing hard to get, and clever means...

The manager is even better at pretending to be confused, and every time he would ask her with a hurt face: After all, we have known each other for so long, so I can't just make a joke?

Having said that, Jiang Mozi jumped off the swing with a jerk, his face swollen into a bun with anger.

The good upbringing prevented her from saying too harsh words, so she could only say angrily: "I really regret that I didn't lift up the computer monitor and hit him in the face!"

"Thinking about it now, I'm still so angry!"

"Ah, ah, angry, angry, angry!"

When I looked at her who was so angry that she was talking to herself, I just thought it was extraordinarily cute.

The corners of his lips curled unconsciously, and a rare smile appeared.

"Wow, it's fine if you don't comfort me, you're still laughing!" Jiang Mozi looked as if he had seen a ghost, and kicked his toe in dissatisfaction: "If you do this again, I will lose my fan!"

Only then did I stop laughing, stared at her seriously and said, "I also regret it now."

"Regret what?"

The young man sat on the lawn with his legs bent, his deep and three-dimensional facial features were coated with a layer of golden light by the setting sun, and his magnetic voice was gentler than the evening wind: "I didn't hit him any harder when I hit him."

Looking at his thin figure, Jiang Mozi was a little embarrassed to tell him that if she hadn't reacted quickly and called his teammates, he might have been sent to the ICU...

She calmed down her slightly flustered heartbeat, thinking that if it was such a spoiled scene, let's wait until later.

Win or lose, he was already a superhero in her mind from the moment he stepped into the bathroom without hesitation.

"You will be more familiar with the next thing." Jiang Mozi sat next to him on the lawn, and continued to talk: "After forcing me to isolate my teammates and kill my reputation, our manager finally made a move."

(End of this chapter)