All members are super god [E-sports]

"Brother." Qin Qiang put down his hands, leaning back lazily against the glass wall.

The 21-year-old Ghost is not as flamboyant as the 19-year-old, with a restrained temperament, the corners of his lips are slightly raised, and the studs on the earbones that dazzle people's eyes have been taken off, leaving only three holes that are about to close.

Lin Huai's lips moved slightly, but he still didn't call out the title. He pursed his lips tightly and stood there staring at him. The broken hair on his forehead was bounced by Qin Qiang, and he was doing a slow falling movement.

A little obedient, and a little stubborn.

Qin Qiang narrowed his eyes, pinched his wrist, looked like he wanted to hit someone but was reluctant, and coaxed him: "Be obediently ask brother to give you candy."

"........."

Call you uncle.

God Xiaohuai almost cursed.

He shot him a hard look, and was about to walk forward, but there was a rush of footsteps behind him.

"Damn it! You son of a bitch, you son of a bitch, you're submissive when you're playing live with him, what are you doing here after you've signed a team!"

"Brother Pao, calm down, there are cameras."

"You too, it's not good to offend anyone. If you insist on bringing Ghost with you, even if Qin Qiang's hand is broken, the fan base is still there. Can you please?"

"It's time." The man kicked the trash can, "5v5 in the afternoon, see if I can kill him."

As the voices got closer and closer, Lin Huai didn't realize it at first, only when he heard Qin Qiang's ID did he realize that it was Old Pao and the others.

Thinking about it the other way around, when you are an anchor, you are submissive?

Who?

Lin Huai frowned, but before making a sound, the light in front of him dimmed for a moment.

This is a corner of the corridor of the venue. Qin Qiang came out from behind the glass wall and stood in front of him, the focus of his sight fell forward, and he let out a sigh.

The three people who were still angry and the footsteps stopped suddenly.

"Qin...God?" One of them tentatively greeted.

Qin Qiang nodded lightly, and looked at Lao Pao: "Who the fuck?"

Lao Pao was stunned, looked at Qin Qiang in surprise, and instinctively said, "Ghost."

Qin Qiang didn't respond, but just repeated indifferently: "Fuck who?"

On a December day, walking out of the promenade is the competition venue, and the passionate voice is still piercing through the layers of walls and lingering in my ears. Qin Qiang's voice is not heavy, but at first glance, it sounds like an ancient clock in the distance has been killed. The wood and stone knocked for a moment.

The reverberation was so trembling that it could not be ignored.

Lao Pao swallowed, his eyes fell on his hands, then he narrowed his eyes unexpectedly, the panic disappeared, and a mocking smile appeared on the corner of his lips.

Qin Qiang wore a smoky gray thin woolen coat today, with loose cuffs, exposing a section of wrist guard on the wrist bone.

It is black and completely covers the entire wrist, with hard bones protruding from the side, and it smells a bit cold for no reason, and the faint cold rosin in the air has some medicinal smell.

"Fuck your son to death." Old Pao said, "I didn't teach him when he was born, let him come to my madness, and I will help you teach him."

As soon as he finished speaking, the expressions of the two people who came with him changed suddenly, and they took a step back unconsciously, as if they felt that he was courting death.

Some people are surprised that Lin Huai has never been able to figure out the human mind well.

Just like Lao Pao, who just lost and was blown away by his own hero, but now he can brazenly want to "teach" him...

Lin Huai frowned slightly, and asked, "Teach me how to lose?"

The voice was calm and shallow, scattered in the air, as if stating a well-known joke innocuously, Lao Pao rolled his eyes and leaned forward instinctively, pointing an index finger at him: "You!"

Lin Huai took half a step forward, and stood beside Qin Qiang, his lips touched lightly and was about to speak, but there was a warm touch on his forehead.

Qin Qian raised his hand, touched the center of his brow, and said in a low voice, "Don't frown."

The temperature of the fingertips was warm and cool, and when they fell on the forehead, they pressed the thumb very gently and turned half a circle.

Lin Huai froze for a moment, and his eyes naturally shifted.

Qin Qiang had already put down his hands, a breeze was blowing from his cuffs, and his voice was a little lazy, with imperceptible contempt and ridicule, "What are you going to do with it?"

He squeezed his wrist with one hand, repeatedly rubbing that hard bone, and said softly: "Is it the giant who sells his teammates in a big team battle with you, or uses the damage to the extreme but can't kill the opponent's crispy AD counterattack?" A dog who was killed alone?"

Qin Qiang paused, slightly bent his eyes and smiled lowly, his voice swayed in this corner and the undissipated current in the air, "I almost forgot, your most powerful is talking, why? I plan to play in a while and let the director Can I turn on the mic for 10 minutes?"

Old Pao was so blocked that he was speechless, and the two people who were with him were silent.

Ghost is quite special.

He obviously hasn't won the highest international award once, but every professional player in the seven MA divisions knows that there is an ace support in the Chinese MCL division.

MGT changed players three times back and forth, only Qin Qiang was there from the beginning to the end.

Every time everyone thinks that MGT's strength will decline after a big change, they will find that they are thinking too much.

Qin Qiang is the most domineering and gentle professional support in "Miracle", it doesn't matter who is the MGT, anyway, the team tactics will eventually evolve into a wild core that relies on support.

It's a bit outrageous to say this, wild cores are wild cores, what the hell is relying on support?

But no one will question it.

MGT seems to have been going uphill since the old players headed by Tduang terminated their contract one after another, but the style of play is becoming more and more monotonous. Basically, whichever way Qin Qiang follows, the development will be against the sky, and finally carry.

He is a qualified or even top-notch support. He can allocate the team's resources in the most reasonable way and let his teammates play at their best.

But he is the core of the whole team.

In a previous high-level meeting of a certain domestic club, they said half-jokingly and half-seriously: "If you dig Ghost, half the cake of the e-sports circle will be distributed. Are you afraid that you won't make money?"

At the time, they thought this was too much, but in fact, the team with the most popularity, the most popularity, and the most support in a game has always been MGT, and it hasn't changed in the past two years.

Lao Pao thought of this for a moment, and lost his voice in anger and shock.

"I'm a little curious." Qin Qiang finally stopped rubbing his wrists, and put his hands in his coat pockets, his voice was still lazy, but he had a bit of curiosity: "Who gave you the confidence to bark in front of me?"

The man leaned forward slightly, with his head hanging down at an angle so slight that it could be ignored. There was always a faint smile on his lips. He seemed to be asking seriously and waiting for an answer. The person he asked But in the cold winter, a fine sweat oozes all over...

Old Pao's eyes fell, and the focus was separated by a layer of fabric, staring blankly at Qin Qiang's wrist like a drowning man grabbing the last piece of driftwood.

Ghost, Ghost is useless.

MGT announced the termination of the contract.

The transfer period is almost over.

Qin Qiang has not signed a contract yet.

No matter how you look at it.

this person……

They can no longer play games.

Otherwise, are the top management of MGT pigs? How could they let Qin Qiang go?

The words were clearly on his lips, but his throat seemed to be choked, and Lao Pao couldn't say a word, and there was an unexplained trembling sound in his throat.

Qin Qiang waited for a while, laughed softly, stood up straight naturally, stretched out his hand, and pulled away the last piece of driftwood that Lao Pao had grabbed.

"If you are so crazy because you think I can't fight because of my hand injury, then I may have to re-evaluate you." Qin Qiang said, "After all, before today, I really only thought you were bad. If you didn't hurt your brain, you might have suffered a brain injury. Think about the injury."

Paused.

"Sorry, I didn't think carefully and took it for granted." He nodded apologetically.

Movements are reflected in countless shadows on the glass curtain wall with strong light, and the heads of countless tall and slender bodies lightly touch.

It was as if he was persuading people to die.

·

"Brother Ye, who is the wild king?"

Ye Huo rolled his eyes at Zhou Yi while walking towards the parking lot, "If you have any questions, call me brother."

"Y," he said.

Zhou Zhou froze for a moment: "Can the ID be single-letter?"

Now "Miracle" obviously even applies for an account, and the nickname needs to exceed two characters, what the hell is a single word.

Wildfire: "In the beginning, it was ok. Y was the oldest group of players. After Xtron's system was upgraded, a total of [-] king accounts were retained in that group, and there was no forced name change."

Xtron Fiber is the production company of "Miracle", headquartered in North America, abbreviated as T&C, which takes the initials of the two English words of thinking and creating.

At the very beginning, the game division of MA was not as complicated as it is now. It is quick to learn, but difficult to score. After a quarter, it will be overcrowded, and only [-] people will become the king.

In order to maintain and prevent duplication of names, game companies force players with single-character nicknames to change their names, but those who are labeled kings like Y are exceptions.

It can be regarded as an official means to imply upgrading consumption and training skills.

Monday asked: "Is he strong?"

Wildfire looked like a fool: "Six years ago, the one who became the king, do you think he is strong?"

"Y just started playing in China when MA was introduced, and the European server has the most players. He spent a summer vacation and became the strongest player in the European server. Some people refused to accept it. Y went solo one by one, and when he lost, he recognized his father. He was the wild father of the whole people at that time. "Yehuo paused, "If Hanpi explained just now, if he said a generation of wild fathers, he would probably recognize more people."

Zhou Yi clicked his tongue: "Then why doesn't he play professionally?"

Wildfire: "Because nobody knows who he is."

"The alliance doesn't know either?"

Kimo continued next to him: "At that time, there was no real-name system, and the number Y was used for two months and then stopped. The last time it was online was two years ago."

Wildfire: "Only came up once, and the forum exploded and paralyzed that night,"

"Grass, I have an impression of you saying that. I was still studying by myself that day." Zhou Yiyi slapped his head: "It seems that there is an ancient god who went online, and finally someone checked the IP and found it in Shanghai?"

"Over there in Minhang District." Yehuo said, "Several clubs are there, so there is no way to check."

Qiqi walked while eating and said, "Maybe it's some professional player. Two years ago...Ming Dad is still playing, could it be him?"

Yehuo shook his head: "It doesn't look like that. Yanming's jungler is more stable than Y, and he doesn't have so many extreme maneuvers." He thought for a while, "If it's true, it's quite similar to Ghost, crazy and reckless, Qin Qiang just came out If it wasn't for the bot lane binding with Tduang, I really thought he was a jungler who switched careers, just like a troll."

"Brother..." Qiqi suddenly called out, Yehuo turned his head, "Huh?"

"Slow down your voice." Yue Kaiqi hummed like a mosquito.

Yehuo supported his waist: "What are you doing? I said he was not a curse, and Qin Qiang is not here. What are you afraid of?"

He spoke in a loud voice, and the parking lot below was empty and quiet. When the voice came out of his voice, it was like a 360-degree stereo surround with amplified speakers, colliding and reflecting on every car.

Then he finally realized what was wrong.

Not only Qiqi, but even Zhou Yi and Kimo had an expression of "it's hopeless, let's bury it", subconsciously keeping half a step away from him.

Yehuo felt something in his heart and raised his eyes to look forward.

His car was still parked where Lin Huai was waiting for him.

There was a person standing beside him.

Black hair, narrow waist, long legs.

The audience in half of the field outside came to see this person.

Qin Qiang glanced over lightly, with a smile on his lips, nodded his head slightly to say hello and looked at Lin Huai without caring what he just said, speaking in a low voice.

Wildfire murmured in his heart that he was not afraid of being afraid, but it was somewhat embarrassing to be heard behind the scenes, so he bit the bullet and walked over as if nothing had happened.

As soon as he got closer, he heard Qin Qiang say, "Do you really want me to sign?"

The voice was played slowly and softly, with a calm complacency. Ye Huo somehow felt that he was about to suffer, so he saw Xiao Bingcuo frowned and nodded slightly: "Yes."

Qin Qiang: "Are you still avoiding me?"

Lin Huai didn't look at him again, his gaze was down, and he didn't know where to look. Finally, he stared at his hand, and said a few words coldly: "I didn't hide at all."

The smile on Qin Qiang's lips deepened, slowly, like an old beast: "What do you call me?"

This scene fell into Yehuo's eyes, it was like an old hooligan abducting his ignorant Chinese cabbage step by step, he was about to step forward when he stared, but saw Lin Huaihong with half of his ear, Zhou Zhou hurriedly held him back for fear of bad things .

The air was still and frozen, and the wind flowed into the garage from the ventilation duct, making the National People's Congress extremely cold in winter, and the expression on Xiao Huai's face was even colder, so the moment the soft voice came out, they almost thought they were hallucinating.

"……elder brother."

Qin Qiang was stunned for half a second, then smiled shortly, and turned to Yehuo: "Lin Huai said you have a letter of intent to sign a contract in your car, take it out and sign it."

Yehuo was stunned for a long time, thinking about this "Lin Huai said" numbly.

Little Ice Cube's eyes had already drifted to nowhere, he seemed a little dry, and stretched out his hands to twist his ears.

There must be a grudge against that place, the red is about to bleed.

Wildfire: ...

When the son grows up, he can't help his mother, and when the team members grow up, they sell the captain.

He has been rambling back and forth for so long, but he can't get the "brother" from others.

Fine, male mothers worry about it.

:)