Don't mess with me, the bastard of the glory of the king

Chapter 100 Yes, My Boss!

Song Qi was originally in a mess and wanted to shut Xia Lang up, but when Xia Lang said that Xu Zexi was going to poach him, he couldn't help it.

"He's dreaming, trying to poach someone from Lao Tzu, ha ha."

Xia Lang's dog-legged pursuit of victory: "Who said it wasn't? He is too scheming. Mr. Song, you must not be fooled by the enemy. You must fight to the end and let Xinghe shine."

"I really misjudged him. He actually wanted to poach me." Song Qi took out his mobile phone and searched the Internet for the latest games.

Seeing the search results clearly, Song Qi looked up at Xia Lang with a stern tone: "Tomorrow is the game, what the hell are you running out at this time?"

"It's not that you are worried about reporting military intelligence because you are afraid of being rebelled by the enemy."

Song Qi didn't like his poverty: "No matter what method you use, you must win this championship for me."

Xia Lang didn't speak for a while, Song Qi's eyes fell on his right hand, and he frowned.

"Your hand, what did the doctor say?"

Xia Lang repeated the doctor's words to him: "It is recommended to prohibit all strenuous hand movements from now on, pay attention to maintenance, massage the wrists reasonably, and cooperate with drug treatment."

Song Qi stopped talking, it's one thing not being able to swallow this bad breath.

But it is impossible for him to let Xia Lang play the game with the risk of losing his hand, this kind of thing,
Without Xia Lang, what level is Xinghe?It is estimated that they will not even make it to the finals.

Could it be that he really wanted to lose to that bastard Xu Zexi? Thinking of his haughty face, Song Qi wanted to punch him a few times.

Xia Lang glanced at him from the rearview mirror and said with a smile, "You seem to really want to win this game."

Song Qi touched the corner of his cracked mouth with his hand, and frowned in pain: "It's not like you haven't heard, what a jerk he is, if it wasn't for him back then, Gao Li and I would have graduated from kindergarten now."

Xia Lang turned on the music in the car, and heavy metal exploded out of nowhere.

He showed a toothache expression, cut a few songs, and only heard one he was satisfied with.

"I can't guarantee that I will win the game, but I will fight to the last moment to draw a perfect end to my career."

Hearing this, Song Qi looked at his straight back. He was a few years older than Xia Lang, and he always thought that Xia Lang was the kind of person who didn't care about anything.

Just like when he was playing a game, he was careless, as if he didn't care about winning or losing, it all depended on his mood.

But his tone of voice was too heavy, which made Song Qi understand that Xia Lang actually attached great importance to the game, but compared to other people's nervousness, he was better at regulating himself.

Song Qi still cared about the result of the competition, but he was not so obsessed with the championship.

He and Xu Zexi's personal grievances, why should they be imposed on this group of young people who love e-sports, it is like a vexatious little girl, which makes people feel ashamed.

"I look forward to seeing you fight until the last moment. As for Xu Zexi, leave it to me and be your captain."

Xia Lang smiled, he thought he was right to choose Song Qi.

"Yes, My Boss!"

As soon as Shi Lian walked out of the training room, he received a WeChat message from Xia Lang.

Click on the big picture, and the pictures that make people's blood spurt come into view.

Qiao Jia, who was walking behind her, wondered why she stopped in the middle of the walk, and stepped forward to look at his mobile phone.

Shi Lian extinguished the screen at lightning speed, and Qiao Jia was very interested in that guilty conscience.

He grabbed Shi Lian's hand to put away the phone, snatched her phone, and smiled wretchedly: "Sister Shi, are you looking at the little pornographic picture? I want to see it too!"

(End of this chapter)