All members are super god [E-sports]

Qin Qiang played a few rounds of the game, and the door of the training room was pushed open. The team manager walked in with a frown, and glanced at him, "Qin Qiang, come with me."

A few people in the team couldn't stop watching, Qin Qiang went out with a glass in his hand, but he didn't forget to say, "Train well."

"Yes! Captain!"

After answering, he remembered, isn't he going to be listed soon?

MGT is considered an old-fashioned club in the circle, but it is not considered a famous family, the equipment is not the best, and the top management is a bit unmannered.

When Qin Qiang first stepped into the e-sports circle, he stayed here all the time, but now he has to leave if he doesn't.

He followed the manager into the meeting room, and there was a man sitting in it, a vice president of the club, surnamed Wang.

As soon as Mr. Wang saw him, he stood up with a smile on his face and stretched out his hand, "Xiao Qin, you are here."

Qin Qiang raised the glass in his hand, indicating that he couldn't move his hand, sat down on the sofa chair with a laziness, and asked, "How much did you earn from the live broadcast just now?"

Mr. Wang's expression froze, "We have been brothers for so many years, saying that money hurts our feelings."

Qin Qiang lowered his eyes and smiled, rubbing the rim of the cup with his right thumb, and asked casually, "Is my contract expiring soon?"

The voice was so light that he seemed to be talking about what to eat at noon. Mr. Wang froze his tongue, and after a long time he let out a "hmm", and asked tentatively: "It's only at the end of the month, and the renewal contract has actually been drawn up, but you have been Outside, there is no time to sign, Xiao Qin, do you want to...?"

He paused as he spoke, "However, this year's contract has been adjusted, and yours has also changed, let's take a look first?"

"No need." Qin Qiang said, "The contract will not be renewed."

Mr. Wang seemed to have guessed his answer a long time ago, leaned back a little, his bloated body sank into the velvet sofa, and then spoke with a slow attitude that was visible to the naked eye, "Alright, then I'll let the operation prepare for it, and I'll give it to you. listing?"

Qin Qiang: "No need."

Mr. Wang frowned immediately, frowning and examining him.

If the listing goes from MGT, the club's executives can still earn a fortune. When Qin Qiang's contract ends and he signs a contract with another company as a free agent, MGT will not earn a penny.

Even if Qin Qiang didn't know the status of his comeback after injury, the ID of Ghost alone was enough for countless small clubs with no reputation to rush over and buy it back to suppress the field.

After all, the team manager had brought him for so many years, so he still had some feelings, so he sat silently smoking a cigarette.

Mr. Wang smiled embarrassedly on his face, and after a while lit a cigar: "If you don't list, the team won't let you talk...Ghost, the whole league knows that your hand injury just happened, and you just live broadcasted it right? Still offended someone?"

"You leave from me. At least I can help you mention the signing fee to others, so you won't be too much indebted to you. You have been an S-level appointment in the circle all these years. I am afraid that others will not bear it."

Qin Qiang nodded, and said in a slow voice: "S-level contracts mean live broadcasts are three to seven points, and the annual salary of the contract is tens of millions, and the annual salary is 300 million?"

He paused for a while, not wanting to be aggressive, but he still asked casually: "Wang Jing, two years ago when you said that the team lacked equipment and funds, I turned a blind eye. You have done a lot in the past two months of going abroad to treat your hand?"

A "Little Ghost" is launched today, and a "Ghost Substitute" will be released tomorrow. In two days, another newcomer in MGT will be praised by Ghost as being better than he was back then.

Qin Qiang really wanted to ask, who the fuck are they?

Mr. Wang saw that his face was torn, and he simply said: "Since you know it all, the substitute has been working with the first team for a while. From now until the end of the month, don't broadcast live. Wait until the contract expires."

A former number one in the world who has lost his hand, even if he comes back, it's useless! ?

He's not that flattering.

Qin Qiang smiled, stood up and walked out, but when he got to the door, he turned his head and said, "Brother Xu, you should smoke less in the future, it will hurt your lungs."

The team manager, a man in his 30s, was stunned by his words and his eyes were red.

Qin Qiang took another step and left the door of the meeting room without looking back.

The MGT base is in a villa area in Shanghai. Qin Qiang went downstairs and walked out of the gate of the villa, put on a team uniform and walked in the yard.

He played Miracle for six years, and played professionally for three years. If he really wants to leave here, he is reluctant to say that he is somewhat sad.

The phone was vibrating in his pocket, and he took it out to receive a call.

"How about my Qin God? Is your hand ready, come to my team to help me?"

Qin Qiang raised his eyebrows, and cursed with a smile, "Fuck off, I will never play support again in my life."

·

"Hiss——Ghost is awesome, the level of these games hasn't dropped at all." Wildfire hissed secretly.

Coach Lao Lin played back the scenes of Qin Qiang's live broadcast for them in the conference room. On Monday, he changed his pen and said thoughtfully: "Not only did it not decline, but the feeling has also improved."

Qi Qi said: "If his Dragon Man fights against me, he will completely kill me."

Kimo nodded in agreement, "But it's still not comparable to his support."

Zhou Zhoubi threw it on the table, "Come and fight, you don't like my support, do you?"

"What's the noise?" Lao Yao threw away his notebook, looked at the only player who didn't speak, and asked, "Lin Huai, what level do you think Qin Qiang has been in these games?"

Lin Huai stared at the picture on the screen, and slowly uttered two words, "Peak."

The meeting room suddenly fell silent, and Lin Huai said, "The peak of the world."

Everyone: "..."

It's not necessary, Qin Chui is not as brainless as you, his hand injury is just right, how could he not slip.

Seeing that they didn't believe it, Lin Huai frowned a little, knocked on the table twice impatiently, and said, "There are five rounds, three hours, and each round is the MVP."

Everyone: Nodding perfunctorily.

Hmm, wouldn't it be embarrassing for a professional player to go to the fish pond game and not win the MVP?

Lin Huai's face turned blue, "In the third round, the mid laner of the Dragonman defeated the opponent Yabian in 4 minutes, and the overall record was 12/1/6."

Only then did they realize that Lin Huai was analyzing seriously, and their expressions turned serious.

Lin Huai was still thinking about how to speak, and finally said: "Five rounds, two rounds, one single and two ADs in one round."

"He didn't play support!" Monday finally realized something was wrong, "...he kept filling?"

Several other people unconsciously refocused their eyes on Ghost's data pad.

Yehuo coughed, "Aren't we deciding on the jungler? I took a look, and there is one for Lions, and there are two for the European server."

Lin Huai waited for him to finish speaking, then slowly shook his head, "No, he didn't play jungle."

Wildfire: "?" Are you talking to me?

Zhou Zhou: "..." He should be replying to me.

"Ah, Ghost doesn't play jungle, he never played it." Qi Qi said, "Now let's see who we want to kick the captain out of."

"Fuck you!" Wildfire gave him a blank look.

Lin Huai pursed his lips tightly and stared at the screen without blinking. When Qiqi said: "The European server is not good, only my English, Maozi is coming. I will be laughed at by them or Monday." Suddenly heard "I want him".

The air in the meeting room froze, the coach frowned and looked at Lin Huai, "What did you say?"

Lin Huai clasped his fingers on the table, and said seriously and seriously: "Coach, I want Ghost to be the captain here."

Wildfire: "???" Who?

duck doesn't have to.

Before he could say anything, Lin Huai turned his head to look at him, and called softly, "Captain."

The voice is obviously cold, but the ending is slightly raised, with the unique softness of young people.

Wildfire: "..."

Yehuo scratched the back of his neck, his eyes wandered, "God G is an ace support, I've never seen a jungler before, I can't ask him to be a substitute for Monday."

Before Lin Huai turned his attention to Monday, Zhou Yi immediately raised his hand to show his ambition, "I can, I can be a substitute for Ghost!"

Just don't let his baby top lane act like a baby to him.

Who knew that this time Lin Huai shook his head silently, and said, "He doesn't support, Ghost is a great jungler."

Everyone in SWN: ...

You are a hammer, a hammer, a chicken!

Brain powder!

Have you ever seen him play jungle? ?

And what the fuck are you tweaking?Aren't you straight and cold in the universe!

You are not a female fan shouting 'I want to give you a monkey', you can wear a mask and say that her saliva splashed on your face!

·

Qin Qiang stayed at the base for a few days, Mr. Wang didn't let him broadcast live, and he didn't arrange a training match, so he just walked to the training room with a glass like an old cadre every day, and checked the rankings of the two rounds before sitting on the plane. Then watch the video and go back to the room to sleep.

When Yehuo came to MGT, he bumped into Qin Qiang who went downstairs with a cup of chrysanthemum tea to digest after dinner.

The team uniform was draped over the shoulders, with a black sweater underneath, a pair of gray cotton trousers, and a pair of home wool slippers of the same color, with socks covering the ankles.

Wildfire: "..."

Qin Qiang raised his glass, "Fire."

Wildfire: "Are you angry?"

Qin Qiang: "?"

Wildfire: "You are only 21, what kind of life do you support?"

Qin Qiang was silent for two seconds, and replied with a half-smile: "Your disc herniation has been cured?"

Wildfire: "?"

Wildfire: "!"

Hold!Can I just turn around and leave! ! !

Obviously not, if he went back without talking, his little top laner could freeze a whole room to death.

Yehuo went upstairs with a livid face, "Manager Xu is here, let me talk to him about something."

Qin Qiang: "304 on the third floor, if you are not there, you can go to the training room to look for it. I just made an appointment for a training game."

Yehuo went upstairs with an "oh", and stopped suddenly after taking two steps, turning his head inexplicably.

Aren't you the captain? Where do you go to practice Tai Chi while holding chrysanthemum tea in your team's training match?

He didn't ask, Qin Qiang had already walked out of the gate, his back didn't look like 21, and of course it didn't look like 81, it looked like a security guard patrolling a fish pond.

Before Yehuo came, he had an appointment with Manager Qin. When he saw someone else in the training room, he raised his hand and knocked on the glass window. Manager Xu made a gesture of silence.

Wildfire looked at a new face in the training room of the MGT first team, "Then who?"

"A new assistant from the youth training camp." Brother Xu obviously didn't want to say more, "What are you doing here today?"

"Oh, it's nothing," Yehuo said, "I just want to ask whether your ace support will be listed during the transfer period, what is the reserve price, it doesn't matter if it's money or not, I have money, it doesn't matter if I want more, I'm mainly greedy... oh No, it's mainly because my little Shangdan is greedy for him."

Manager Xu: "???"

WTF! ?

Is there anyone who buys players like this? ? ?

Qin Qiang came up after eating, but Manager Xu was still dazed on the third-floor terrace. He walked over and asked, "Why are you here?"

Manager Xu: "Come to ask how much you want."

Qin Qiang raised his eyebrows in surprise, "No."

After finishing speaking, he turned around and dragged the old cadre's old body away. Manager Xu heaved a sigh of relief behind him, "I said yes. Although SWN support has little experience, there is nothing to say about conscious operations. At this time, I must find a jungler." Ah, come here to dig you, wouldn't it be a waste of money to burn it?"

Qin Qiang stepped on the threshold, Manager Xu hesitated behind and said: "Oh, by the way, Yehuo wanted me to say that the main reason is that his little top laner wants you to go, and if you don't want to go, he is afraid that someone will be in the training room Cry out."

A gust of cold wind blew, Qin Qiang retracted his feet, turned around and asked, "What did you just say?"

Manager Xu: "Little Top Order is going to cry?"

Qin Qiang smiled and said coldly, "Whose little top order?"