Cannon fodder, please open your eyes [Quick Transmigration]

Shen Pei, who had successfully logged into the game without any water friends and no headaches, decisively clicked on the ranking.

Under the system's default initial avatar is a golden star with "77" written on it. This is the unique symbol of the top [-] players in Huaxia District, and the number in the middle represents the specific ranking.

Since Shen Pei had previously chosen to hide his historical achievements and personal information, this shiny medal would only be revealed during ranking.

They also used sniping and were also involved in the wealthy team. The audience attracted by the gifts unconsciously compared Shen Pei and Tong Yan, and then simply came to the conclusion that the former was weaker.

After all, the little star under Tong Yan's profile picture is the number "20".

But Shen Pei's old fans are very clear about the reason behind this: because regular teammates who haven't worked hard with each other will often be ranked in the other four lone wolves' E gods, winning or losing often depends on fate.

The solo row all the way can still be firmly maintained within the top [-]. From a purely technical level, the opponent is no worse than any professional player.

If they can find a few reliable teammates to cooperate with, their E gods will definitely be able to take off in an instant.

However, the young man who focused on the game obviously didn't put his mind on the battle between the strong and the weak in the barrage in the live broadcast room. The dimples on his face were completely gone.

Turn off all the announcements and bullet screens that might affect his sight, the youth immersed in the game stopped talking, and even forgot the always-on chat box on his communicator.

Maybe it's extremely peaceful, or maybe it's because of the European spirit when he was in double row with Qin Yi. Although Shen Pei didn't survive to the end in these few rounds, he still collected enough kills in the stalemate battle, and he could get one " The Slayer" sign.

This is the medal that can only be obtained by the player with the most personal kills in each game. The ranking in "Killer" depends not only on the points but also on the player's comprehensive data. With this bonus, Shen Pei has also steadily risen to "65". s position.

It wasn't until the alarm clock that had been set in advance buzzed to remind the owner to leave the game cabin for lunch, that he greeted the audience and started the broadcast in a happy mood.

Skillfully picking up the communicator and ordering takeaway, Shen Pei turned his head and saw the dialog box on the light brain that he had completely forgotten, and fell into a rare silence.

0049 gloated and gave a thumbs up: [666!You are a lone wolf. 】

Playing ranked until the old Gong is forgotten, the host is probably not going to be alone.

[Accident, this is really an accident. 】

Looking at the last lonely sentence "I am Qin Yi" in the dialog box, Shen Pei bickered with 0049 while typing cautiously: [Boss? 】

【Boss, are you still there?I downloaded QAQ]

Seeing with my own eyes that the host frantically pulled out a crying bunny emoji package to show cuteness, 0049 held his stomach and laughed till he crowed: [Goose Goose Goose Goose Goose, Shen Langlang!You have today too! 】

[Give up, it's lunch time for the other team, Qin Yi doesn't have the habit of eating and playing with brain...]

used.

Before he finished speaking, Shen Pei's brain flickered.

GOD_Vic: [In. 】

GOD_Vic: [Eat first. 】

0049 suddenly choked: ...

What to eat for dinner?It saw that it should be eating dog food.

If Shen Langlang had a tail behind him right now, he would surely be able to raise himself to the top of the sky proudly.

Everyone in the GOD team even looked at each other in blank dismay: How could they make their very well-mannered captain answer messages in seconds at the dining table, who the hell is this guy on the other side?

"Anchor," Zhou Huo whispered under his breath, "the one from last night."

"Oh oh oh!" Hearing this, the tall and strong boy next to Zhou Huo slapped his thigh, "Pretty and good at fighting, a perfect match!"

What a ghost!

I'm about to be killed by you!

Sensing the familiar coldness behind him, Zhou Huo turned his head tremblingly, and said haha ​​stiffly: "Team, captain..."

However, Qin Yi at this time was completely in the mood to listen to the other party's nonsense, because the "typing" dialog box was repeatedly displayed in front of him, and finally he had a new reply.

Echo: [It is inconvenient to contact the live broadcast platform. 】

Echo: [Boss wants to add a Xingchao account? 】

——Extremely ordinary tone, natural and generous, provided that there is no repeated input that lasts for 2 minutes.

Inexplicably pleased by the other party's youthful and clumsy acting skills, Qin Yi silently stopped pushing his business card, and re-entered a line of text: [Xingchao account? 】

[After struggling for a few minutes just want this? 】

The small thought that he thought he was hiding was caught on the spot. The young man on the other side of the dialog box was obviously a little flustered, and the eye-catching "typing" flashed several times.

Just when Qin Yi thought that the other party would find a way to turn off this function, two bubbles popped up in the chat interface: [Yes, I want it. 】

[Is the boss giving it? 】

For some reason, it was clearly just black and white characters on a simple white background, but Qin Yi's mind suddenly jumped out of the young man's undisciplined and seductive smile when he first met that day.

--"boss."

——"A long sniper, how about covering me?"

The fingertip on the left side of the input box trembled, and before the man could respond, a blank voice was sent out from the sensitive screen.

After a brief pause, the young man opposite the optical brain quickly responded.

"Boss? God Qin?" A familiar voice rang out with a smile, lingering around through the earphones, "Do you want me to say it myself to be more sincere?"

The red dot flashes, and the next voice will be played automatically: "I want to exchange Xingchao number."

"I really want it."

"Boss...will you give it?"

Probably because he felt that the first few voices were too active, the young man slowed down his speech a little nervously, and the soft ending sound was like a feather, scratching the listener's heart.

There was a tingling itch in the base of his ears like an electric shock, Qin Yi dragged out his business card and pushed it over, dancing with his fingertips and typing quickly: [Go and eat. 】

"Okay," contentedly saving the business card, the provocative young man obediently responded with a soft and light tone, "Thank you, boss."

The small wireless earphones returned to silence. Qin Yi looked at the gray dot next to the other person's portrait representing offline, and suddenly realized that he hadn't even said anything serious.

Instead, they got on a star chat account.

"Old Yu," Qin Yi put down his brain and rubbed the center of his brows, and turned to look at Yu Hai who was beside him, "Prepare an A-level contract, I may use it in the near future."

Hearing this, Zhou Huo, who was gossiping with his life, immediately regained his spirits: "Class A? Captain, are you recruiting newcomers?"

"Well," Qin Yi, a part-time club owner who has never been in the habit of turning a team into a one-liner, explained patiently, "Sniper position, rookie, if there is no problem of principle, I will sign him as a regular player and go to the finals with us."

"The rookie will play in the finals directly?" It seemed that Qin Yi's decision would be so radical, coach Tony hesitated, "To be on the safe side, why don't we first look at the old players during the transfer period, and then let this rookie play the finals?" How many rounds of substitutions should I try?"

"It's possible, but it's not necessary," Qin Yi shook his head and said after finding out last night's recording and broadcast compilation and throwing it in the star chat group, "Facts speak louder than words. GOD only wants the best."

Looking down at the group, Zhou Huo finally understood slowly: "Captain, what you want to sign is a young anchor?"

Qin Yi raised his eyebrows: "Otherwise?"

Zhou Huo muttered in a low voice: "Given such a generous gift, it's said on the Internet that you like him."

——Fortunately, he thought the captain was a cycad tree blooming and a dead tree blooming in spring. After a long time of trouble, it turned out that it was all fake.

Only Yu Hai, the oldest among them, smiled and said nothing. He has been friends with Qin Yi for many years, and he knows Qin Yi's character well.

Besides, it's not that GOD hasn't signed newcomers in the past two years. Zhou Huo doesn't know what Qin Yi's attitude is when it comes to business affairs. Can he, the team manager, still not know?

After dragging until he and Qin Yi were the only ones left in the restaurant, Yu Hai stepped forward and patted each other on the shoulder: "Although the facts speak louder than words, Guadatian Lixia, you should restrain yourself and take into account the reputation of his children."

Flowers are shining brightly, and the fire is cooking oil. Recently, the GOD team has been in the limelight, and the sunspots and sailors are almost as many as fans.

If the story of "big boss and small anchor" continues to ferment, and Echo announces to join the team, black fans will point their noses at the back and scold the unspoken rules.

"E-sports, strength speaks." Qin Yi, who has never cared much about the various public opinions on Starnet, turned sideways to avoid the opponent's hand, "The standards and procedures for recruiting new teams are open and transparent, so there are so many strange taboos."

He seemed a little awkward to be looked at by his friend's teasing eyes. After a pause, he continued: "Even if there is such a day, I... the public relations team hired by GOD is not just for nothing."

Yu Hai couldn't hold back his joy: "Look, look, look, you haven't written off the horoscope yet, you have assumed that you are "one of your own" and started to protect your shortcomings?

"All right, all right, I can't say no to you," Yu Hai cleared his throat with a fake cough, shook his head, and walked out of the restaurant unsteadily, "Contracts are trivial matters, and it's only serious if you negotiate with them quickly."

The "Killer" All-League Finals is imminent. The sooner the whole team works together, the sooner the chances of winning will be accumulated.

"I know."

Thinking of the former spy who was still lying in the hospital ward at this moment, Qin Yi turned on the communicator with a sullen face, and saw the little anchor's friend request.

After carefully considering his words, he raised his hand to enter the text.

Qin Yi: [Excuse me, which planet do you live on? 】

Qin Yi: 【Do you have time in the afternoon?I want to see you. 】

"Cough, cough, cough!"

With a mouthful of warm water choking on his throat, Shen Pei's face flushed, and he muttered to himself: "I'm about to run away? Could it be too fast?"

[Ben is a ghost, I think he probably wants to sign you. 】

Telling the truth in one sentence, 0049 spread out his little paws to learn and sell: [Gambling five alliance coins. 】

As if to match 0049's complaints, he quickly added another article: [Sorry, it's about the GOD team and the professional league, there is no other meaning. 】

But I do hope you mean something else.

Pursing his lips in disappointment, Shen Pei tapped on the screen with his fingers, and didn't think about how to reply for a while.

Wouldn't it be too frivolous to agree to meet after the first meeting?

[Not a liar,] mistakenly thought that the other party suspected that his number had been stolen, the man on the other side of the screen frowned, and dialed a video call seriously——

"It's me, Qin Yi."

The author has something to say: Pei Pei: Shall I tease him as agreed?

0049: This is the power of the straight ball.

The first watch and the second watch are still in the middle of the night. The little angels will wake up tomorrow morning to watch.

Comparing hearts every day, Jiujiu.