Number one, please cooperate with my position

In the afternoon, when a few people lined up, a new manager came to the base.

Zhang Tian was the manager of the team before, and he looked very friendly but he always marketed the team as a commodity. Hatahata and Lin Zheng didn't care too much because he was the old manager of the team. He refused and accepted, just like the number one in a kiln.

Later, Zhang Tian got worse, and he turned the official blog of the team into a marketing Weibo by himself. Fans still like to hear about it every day. Until last week, he teamed up with Gold to frame Yu Zhe, got Yu Zhe into the hospital, and kept talking non-stop. Contact other teams.

Death made a different kind of scenery.

The new manager is called He Jian. When Hatata saw He Jian for the first time, he dragged several members of the team to force him in the WeChat group.

-[Your most handsome father in the universe]: Do you think this new manager looks particularly suitable for the nickname of our good-looking team?

-[Brother Zheng is dancing on your grave]: I think this manager is a good thing at first glance.

-[The captain of the second team is me]: Why do I feel that there is a trace of obscenity in your words.

-[Brother Zheng is dancing on your grave]: Don't talk nonsense, kid.

-[Team [-]'s good looks]: Captain, your intuition is not wrong, and I support you.

Yu Zhe put down his phone, and glanced quietly at He Jian, the new manager who was doing handover work. His appearance really fit the aesthetics of a team of two old dogs.

-[Kneeling down and singing courage]: How about you guys compete to get out of the order first.

-[The captain of the second team is me]: I think the manager doesn't like old dogs.

-[You are the most handsome in the universe, daddy]: How do children talk, my fair skin is definitely a fresh meat, okay?

-[Kneel down and sing courage]: Come, let's give the old dog a wave of vomiting.

-[The appearance of the second team]: Ugh.

-[The captain of the second team is me]: Vomit +1.

-[Brother Zheng is dancing on your grave]: Vomit +10086.

-[Where is the team manager]:? ? ?

Everyone looked at the extra group chat characters and fell silent for a while.

As the person who is about to take over as the manager of a super-first-line team, He Jian expressed that he was very anxious. He was even more anxious when he was ridiculed by these star players' blatantly nasty words. The reason for his anxiety was that he couldn't find any other words words.

On the way to the base, the team's driver and data analyst took turns to do half an hour of psychological construction on He Jian. The last sentence of both of them was, you must be careful.

At that time, He Jian was still completely immersed in the joy of joining the team, and he didn't really understand the meaning of this sentence, but now he knows.

MOL is indeed the hottest team in the circle.

This statement is true.

Fortunately, the members of the team were so coquettish, and their speech was normal, He Jian secretly heaved a sigh of relief, and within five seconds of being relieved, the face slapper came in a hurry.

"Hey, hello, manager," Hatahata no longer liked to say hello on WeChat, and was instigated by everyone to develop a sweet love, oh no, a beautiful brotherhood, "How about we get along with each other."

Lin Zheng: "..."

Old Chi: "..."

Yu Zhe: "..."

He Jian: "?!"

"Hatahata!" Furious, Lao Chi rolled the document into a paper tube and slammed on Hatahata's head frantically, heartbroken as he knocked, "Can't you fucking be normal."

In view of the fact that Lao Chi spent three hours trying to take Moon down last night, Yu Zhe stared at the ceiling for 3 minutes, and finally decided to let He Jian play.

He Jian had just come to the base, and he didn't know about Yu Zhe's pissing habits. Under Lao Chi's painful gaze, he happily logged on to the team's official blog and private messaged each other.

Then He Jian was hit hard on his first day on the job.

-[MOL Electronic Sports Club]: Hello, I am He Jian, the manager of the MOL team.

-[Moon]: No thanks.

He Jian can guarantee that this is the most arrogant answer he has ever seen when he was growing up, but within a few minutes, he saw something even more arrogant than this.

-[MOL e-sports club]: It is a shame to contact you, it is like this, the first team of my club team is recruiting players recently, the position of assaulter, my club would like to invite you to join my club after various considerations, we can meet and talk about everything .

-[Moon]: I also know that I am very capable, thank you.

He Jian only thought that he might have a myocardial infarction. If that Moon really came to the team by then, he would definitely live in dire straits every day.Thinking of this, He Jian wished he could grab the land with his head.

This life.

"Captain," Lin Zheng studied the conversation between He Jian and Moon, and preliminarily judged that the other party was a dumb and narcissistic player, the kind that could not be cured, "Otherwise, let's change someone else, this Moon will be irrelevant no matter how you look at it." There is no intention of joining our team."

"No, Lao Lin, you don't believe in the captain's strength." Hatata put down the phone, stretched and fell on Lin Zheng's lap, facing Yu Zhe, "Captain, you have to remember, I, Hata Xiaohata, is the only Someone who believes in you."

Yu Zhe's finger that clicked on the Weibo interface paused, then turned his back to a few people, opened the search bar and found the account of the person he was thinking of.

Moon's account is active like a fake account, and has 2 fans. The latest Weibo was updated [-] minutes ago.

@Moon: A little annoying today.

Yu Zhe thought to himself, you've got it, I'm fucking annoyed just reading your reply.

Yu Zhe originally thought that those [-] fans were zombie fans, because he just quickly flipped through all of Moon's Weibo, and found that this person neither posted selfies nor photos of body parts, but what he didn't expect was that there were quite a lot of comments under Weibo Yes, but they are all words of consolation, and the entire comment area is extremely harmonious.

Yu Zhe paid attention to the account, clicked on the private message page, and called up the keyboard to type a few words.

-[MOL-Alone]: Hello, I'm Alone.

The other party just posted on Weibo saying that he was in a bad mood, and he might not be online at the moment. Yu Zhewo turned around in the gaming chair, thinking uncertainly, anyway, he would be able to see it sooner or later.

However, the other party seemed to be guarding Yu Zhe to send a message, and there was a reply within five seconds of Yu Zhe's thinking.

-[Moon]: Hello, I'm Moon.

This reply was a bit different, Yu Zhe grabbed the edge of the computer desk, and the chair that was about to turn down suddenly stopped, causing the water in the water glass to ripple, one circle after another.

Maybe it was because Moon recognized him in the fourth row last night, and knew that Yu Zhe wanted to recruit him into the team, or other teams had already looked for him, so the other party calmly refused without hesitation.

But compared with Lao Chi and He Jian's reply, it didn't look like he was about to refuse.

Yu Zhe squinted his eyes and continued typing.

-[MOL-Alone]: Come to MOL, think about it.

This time the other party can be said to reply in seconds——

-[Moon]: Come on.

It took several seconds for Yu Zhe to see clearly the simple word the other party replied, the expected answer.

And the followers on the Weibo homepage have suddenly become mutual followers.

Yu Zhe smiled silently, and threw the screenshot in the team's WeChat group.

Although there was no basis, he still subconsciously felt that the Weibo that was just updated was for him.

Smelly shameless to the point of perfection.

As soon as the screenshot was thrown into the group, it exploded. Hatata beat his chest and stomped his feet, saying that he would have played if he knew it earlier. Yu Zhe once again threw out the invincible player who has followed him for decades and ridiculed him every time. A soul-deep word for gamers, "Huh."

-[Retired late-night player Lin Zheng]: Brother, here is a cigarette.

-[Second Team Big Brother]: Your name is so coquettish.

-[Retired late-night player Lin Zheng]: Thank you, you are not bad either.

-[Retired late-night contestant Lin Zheng]: Big brother, let’s smoke @kneel down and sing courage.

-[Second Team Big Brother]: Big brother come to smoke @kneel down and sing courage.

-[The universe is the most handsome your daddy]: Brother, come to smoke @kneel down and sing courage.

-[The appearance of the second team]: Brother, let’s smoke @kneel down and sing courage.

- [kneeling and singing courage]: [smiles] [smiles]

Because the smile that comes with this WeChat system is too penetrating, the group was silent for a while before it became active.

-[Retired late-night contestant Lin Zheng]: Big brother treats guests to dinner @坐下唱唱得.

-[The most handsome you in the universe, daddy]: Big brother treats guests to dinner @坐下唱唱得.

- [kneeling and singing courage]: [smiles] [smiles] Okay.

Everyone in the group: "..."

Lin Zheng didn't understand Yu Zhe's aesthetics at first, and sighed that time doesn't wait for me, and began to check the personal information of his new teammate.

"Moon, my real name is Ran, she took a break from school in the second half of the third year of high school to enter the e-sports circle," Lin Zheng threw the tablet in front of Yu Zhe, sat down beside him, and tapped his fingers on the table intermittently, making a slightly irritating sound, "Captain, not bad, I found such a kid."

"If you're too busy, go live the live broadcast." Yu Zhe raised his leg and kicked Lin Zheng, shifted his gaze from the phone to the tablet, and flipped through Moon's personal information at a glance.

The content of the information does not show much, but it writes in detail the large and small competitions that Moon has participated in recently, and the record is impressive.

All the way to the end, Yu Zhe's gaze stopped somewhere, it was a frontal photo similar to a snapshot.

The person in the photo has stunning facial features, narrow and long eye tails, a hint of red that is not easy to notice, a little impatience in the eyes, a high nose, lips pursed into a straight line, and a little sweat on the neck, as if just finished playing The ball is covered with snow-white skin.

...too foul.

Yu Zhe couldn't help but compare Yanran with Gold, and the result was that Yanran crushed Gold in all aspects, whether it was in terms of appearance or game technology.

No, there is no comparison between Gold and Yanran in terms of character alone. The former has no bottom line for dying, and the latter is very proud of being a lone wolf. From this point alone, Yanran can beat the former by a few blocks every minute.

Yu Zhe's heart, which had been coquettish all day long, suddenly itched.

It seems that there is something to do in the future.