CS: I became Top 1 by grinding my skill level

Chapter 85 Trouble Comes Knocking

"Ring ring—"

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The alarm clock rang, and Han Tian, ​​who was fast asleep on the small bed covered with a straw mat, turned over slightly.

"Han Tian! Han Tian!"

On the Shanghai Major awards stage in 24, when a shiny MVP gold medal was placed around Han Tian's neck.

The crowd below the stage erupted in frenzy, with tens of thousands of spectators chanting Han Tian's name wildly.

A few fearless foreigners even stripped off their shirts and threw them into the air, then started doing a hip-thrusting dance, only to be immediately stopped by the security guards in the corridor.

"Haha, this guy definitely watches football regularly..."

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Han Tian couldn't help but chuckle, but suddenly, his smile froze on his face, as if something was amiss...

"Wasn't I just on the awards stage? How did I end up with a God's-eye view?"

"Director!! Switch back right now!!"

Han Tian shouted anxiously, "I haven't finished receiving the award yet!"

He vaguely remembered that the Shanghai Major would give the MVP a "luxury" reward—a 4080s desktop computer. Han Tian didn't even have his own computer yet!

"Ring ring—"

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As the alarm clock rang again, Han Tian felt dizzy and disoriented.

He slowly opened his eyes on the bed in the small apartment room.

"It was just a dream..."

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Han Tian sighed softly, then shook his head with a smile. He was the same... He had only won a mediocre Electric Snake Cup, and he was already dreaming of winning a Major.

"However... I really do need to get a computer..."

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After the match yesterday, Han Tian drew the red catalyst for the AK in the rest room and actually wanted to go to the computer in the training room to test how well it worked.

However, the junior manager, Du Chengzi, had already booked a restaurant in advance, and after the match, he had the driver take the team there.

Unlike Du Sinian, who often liked to take his team members out for high-end meals.

Du Chengzi chose a down-to-earth hot pot restaurant, and everyone raised their glasses in celebration.

Unexpectedly, Captain Du Sinian, who usually seems calm and composed, drank a whole bottle of baijiu and passed out drunk on the table.

With no other option, Du Chengzi had to ask the driver to take his brother home first, while he himself paid for ride-hailing services for Han Tian and the other team members to go home.

Perhaps because everyone was chatting so enthusiastically at the celebration banquet, they didn't notice the time, and Han Tian didn't get home until after 10 p.m.

He wanted to tell his mother, Liang Yan, not to worry, but his mother didn't ask any questions and just told him to go to bed early.

They said that some relatives would be coming over for a meal this afternoon.

Without using shrimp oil, we played almost a whole best-of-five series, and the celebrations and chats with my teammates also took a toll on my energy.

So last night, Han Tian didn't think much about it. He went back to his room in a daze, collapsed onto the bed, and fell asleep immediately.

"Wait...our relatives are coming for dinner!!"

"What day is it today?!"

Han Tian, ​​who had just woken up, subconsciously recalled what his mother had said before he went to sleep—"Relatives are coming over for dinner."

A thunderbolt seemed to flash through his mind. He couldn't care less about staying in bed. He hurriedly jumped out of bed, grabbed his phone, and saw: July 22, 2020.

"Bang thump—"

The phone slowly fell from Han Tian's hand to the ground, and several cracks extended from the edge of the screen.

The ZMI phone that his mother rewarded him with after the college entrance examination was smashed like this. Normally, if it were just a minor bump on the corner, Han Tian would be heartbroken for a long time.

But now, he stood there dumbfounded, his mind a complete mess.

Because on July 12th of his previous life, something happened that he would never forget.

After Han Tian was reborn, he had been on guard against this incident, but nothing happened after the 12th. He thought that unlike his previous life, this incident would never happen again.

I just didn't expect that time travel might have triggered some butterfly effects.

The event that had caused him immense shame in his previous life was delayed by ten days and once again loomed over him.

"Ring ring"

The cell phone that had fallen to the ground rang.

The ringing of his cell phone jolted Han Tian awake from his immersion in the humiliating memories of his past life. He slowly lowered his head.

The shattered screen pieced together the name of the person on the display—Du Chengzi, the manager of the Orange Team.

Looking at the team and player names on the caller ID, a glimmer of light appeared in Han Tian's heavy eyes.

He silently picked up his phone and pressed answer.

"Hey~ why did it take you so long to answer the phone?"

"So early in the morning—hehe—you wouldn't be—doing something naughty, would you?"

A girl's clear voice came through the receiver, mixed with a hint of playful laughter.

"No..

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Ignoring Du Chengzi's joke, Han Tian's tone was slightly low. Ever since he realized that things were about to repeat themselves, that memory had been haunting him.

"Huh? What's wrong? Is it because my brother didn't pay you on time?!"

"Oh dear!! He's still completely drunk, like a pig's head. I called to tell you about this, and I'll transfer the money directly to your account..."

"manager..

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Han Tian suddenly interrupted Du Chengzi.

Although Du Chengzi always deliberately acted like a manager in front of Han Tian to tease him, Han Tian never took the initiative to call her manager.

"Wha...what's wrong? You seem a bit off...you sound so down, and you're even calling me manager for the first time ever? Kid...what's wrong with you?"

As perceptive as Du Chengzi was, she realized from Han Tian's low tone and a few words that something must have happened to him.

Du Chengzi slowed down his speech.

"Don't rush... tell me slowly..."

"I... have encountered a very troublesome situation... and I'd like to ask you and the captain for a favor..."

"No! Wait for me... I'll be right there!!"

After saying this, Du Chengzi hung up the phone without waiting for Han Tian's response. It seemed that her most powerful Pokémon was having psychological problems, and she couldn't put her mind at ease without coming to see for herself.

"Is this the place?"

The entrance to the apartment building where Han Tian and his mother live.

A middle-aged man who looked to be in his early forties was looking the old building up and down.

The man casually tossed aside the piece of paper with an address written on it, curling his lip in disdain. This place was really run-down; it seemed his short-lived brother hadn't left behind anything of value.

The middle-aged man turned his hand over, glanced at the rather expensive Submariner on his wrist, and looked around impatiently, as if waiting for someone.

"Brother Han! There was a traffic jam on the way, and I didn't pick up Attorney Zhang until after 10 o'clock. Sorry to keep you waiting..."

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At a greeting, the man turned around and looked behind him.

Despite the sweltering heat of July, the young man speaking was still wearing a loose-fitting suit.

After greeting "Brother Han" as he called him, the young man immediately opened the back door and handed over a paper file through the window.

Then he waved his hand twice attentively to the bespectacled man inside the car, inviting him to get out.

"Old Han, I... I won't go in. I'll wait here for your good news."

The lawyer, Zhang, who was talking in the back seat of the car, was wearing a sharp and fitted suit. Judging from the luster and texture of the fabric, it was undoubtedly an expensive custom-made suit.

It seemed that Attorney Zhang had no intention of getting deeply involved. Han Yongwu rubbed his Tissot watch on his wrist a few times, sniffed, and a gloomy look flashed across his face. He forced a smile.

"Oh... Attorney Zhang has already done me a favor by helping me draft the contract, how could I dare to trouble you any further? Xiao Wang, come over here, let Attorney Zhang wait for us downstairs for a while."

Han Yongwu took the paper contract bag from Xiao Wang and a smug look appeared on his face.

He wondered why the old man had suddenly gone mad, constantly muttering "Wen'er"—the nickname of his half-brother who died young—and insisting on seeing his eldest grandson, Han Tian. It turned out that his "good sister-in-law" had come to their house to borrow money...

This won't do. The old man is getting on in years and suddenly started thinking about his eldest son who ran away from home and died young.

What if he gets confused later and adds a few extra clauses when making his will? That would be a disaster.

"Declaration of Renunciation of Inheritance Rights," Han Yongwu pulled out a few pages from his briefcase and flipped through them, smiling silently.

"In business... you have to be ruthless, you have to strike first!"

When Han Yongwu took over the old man's tea business, the old man often used this phrase to teach him.

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