All members are super god [E-sports]

11732 games, three years, ten games a day.

In a game of MA, only seven buffs will be refreshed at most, and 7 minutes is a time node. If the game is not over within 7 minutes after the last buff is refreshed, the game will be forcibly terminated by the system, and the winner or loser will be determined based on the comprehensive data.

It means that each round lasts up to 56 minutes, and the ranking or matching time of low ranks is uncertain, and it may be 20 to 56 minutes.

But in high-level games, teammates and opponents are not fools, and the carry situation will not be as frequent as in the live broadcast of entertainment anchors.

An average of ten games per day, and the time that must be spent in the two months of playing games from January to November every year is excluded.

Rough calculations, on non-match days, Qin Qiang would play at least 15 games a day.

15 times 40,600 minutes, ten hours, and it has to be open all year round.

This number may not be a big deal if you take it out alone, but if you play games for ten hours continuously, not to mention three years, even one day, once you rest, your muscles will ache and your eyes will become swollen due to the long-term intense mental pressure.

From the arms to the fingers, even the sedentary waist and thigh muscles, there will be nervous spasms and small-scale twitches, as if they have just been run over by a car.

……

This is no longer a simple "hard work" that can be taken over.

Yehuo looked up in a daze, Qin Qiang's expression didn't change, he just leaned lazily on the back of the chair, his right hand covered his left wrist, kneading it gently.

More like a habitual action.

I can't tell whether there is still pain, or it was too painful, so I still carve my unconsciousness into instinct when I have free time.

A wordless silence filled the conference room. After a long time, Vice President Pan whispered something to the person next to him. The other person took a USB flash drive and inserted it into the computer to call up the video.

After a while, the person confirmed: "It's a game video."

Qin Qiang lowered his eyebrows and looked indifferent, as if this matter had nothing to do with him. The thin paper was spread on the table, and the lawyer he hired said: "I am entrusted by Mr. Carry out a valuation—including all paid recharges, and the established interests of the account and the interests that may be generated by deduction for half a month. The preliminary conclusion is about 75 RMB. If you continue to freeze the account, as the user, Mr. Qin The right to pursue will be reserved."

The reason why the alliance sent Vice President Pan to negotiate is precisely because he has dealt with many professional players and knows them well.Just like he knows that professional players may look good, but they are all Internet addicted teenagers in their hearts.

First, he has to play the game.

Secondly, he needs to make money from this game.

——Whether it’s playing games or accepting related endorsements, or even becoming an anchor or coach after retiring.

Essentially, players live by the game, so no matter how many shady deals the alliance has made with high-level executives like Wang Jing for profit, no professional player will tear their skins and make trouble with them.

And Qin Qiang...

Vice President Pan's eyes shone brightly, and he laughed and said, "This...Xiao Zhang, come here."

The girl who brought them in heard the words and approached, and Vice President Pan asked: "Go and see, is the talk with President Chen over there? If the talk is over, please invite him over. God Qin, wait a moment."

The girl nodded and was about to go out, Yehuo's thoughts drifted around, and then came back after drifting, "Hey", opened his mouth and cursed: "I'll fuck you. What kind of vice president are you? You can't decide this shit??? "

"Is your company's management so poor?" Yehuo even raised his head and asked the small employee who was about to go out, "Hey, I'm just wondering. Please ask the big boss for everything you need. Who is your boss? Busy come over?"

"As far as the management level is concerned, how did this poor company go public?" Yehuo said more and more vigorously, "There is a special person to take charge of it. When you are arranged to contact me, you are given full power to deal with it. Now you open your mouth and ask the boss for instructions..."

"You think I'm dead?" Yehuo snorted, and then looked at the opposite side with some undisguised contempt in his eyes, "I really can't make a decision? If you can't make it, go and call someone over, we don't have the United States Time is here to play Tai Chi with you."

Qin Qiang didn't make a sound the whole time, just leaned there, looking at the almost frozen conference room, he was somewhat satisfied to see the fake smile on the face of the man across from him.

He chuckled lightly, broke the silence, and asked softly, "Do you still want to call someone over?"

·

"It's fucking outrageous." Yehuo sat in the car and was still full of anger, "I really think I'm pinching persimmons. I've heard those words since I was ten years old. Who's fooled by this. Fortunately, the account was returned. Otherwise, I'll see if he has the face to call Mr. Chen over to confront him."

He rolled down the car window to breathe, saw the lawyer got into another car and drove away, suddenly remembered something, turned his head and asked Qin Qiang: "Why did you remember to give the USB flash drive?"

Qin Qiang was opening the live broadcast software on his mobile phone, but he didn't raise his head when he heard the words: "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing, I just think the hard disk is more convenient, how many U disks did you send over?"

"510." Qin Qiang continued.

The language was very lazy, Ye Mou almost thought he was hallucinating, the boss with a slack jaw: "How much?!"

"510." Qin Qiang repeated, "4G capacity, 1080p picture quality, no label."

"..."

Wildfire: "...you did it on purpose."

This fucking is definitely on purpose!

Throwing a bunch of USB flash drives in the past and directly throwing them at people is stupid, and then using specific data to confuse people, and handing over a lawyer's letter without giving the other party any reaction time.

Brightly and quite directly, it pushes people to a dead end.

Yehuo came back to his senses and swallowed a mouthful of saliva. Originally, he wanted to ask him why there were so many game video recordings. Normal people would not record every game. At this time, he thought:

First, Qin Qiang is not a fucking normal person; second, he is skeptical about what is in those 510 USB flash drives.

Yehuo was stunned for a long while, couldn't hold back a few hearty laughs, and then relaxed and said: "No wonder that flower rooster keeps calling you a bitch, such a ghost idea is beyond the imagination of ordinary people."

No one responded, Yehuo was talking about it by himself, his eyes fell out of the window, and suddenly he saw a few people coming out of the elevator, their faces still familiar, "Hey, is that Xu Hai, manager of MGT, who is that person next to him? It looks familiar to me."

Qin Qiang raised his eyes and glanced over there.

The underground garage is well lit, and it only takes a few seconds to pass by the elevator.

Yehuo is right, there are three men over there, one is Xu Hai, the other is Lao Ya, the current captain of MGT, and the other is wearing a white down jacket, wearing a hat and mask, with only half of his face exposed, showing The delicate eyebrows and eyes seem to be smiling in the conversation, and the eyes are bent into two crescents, rendering the whole person a bit shy and cute.

Like peach blossoms in early spring.

Qin Qiang's subordinates paused for a moment, and as soon as they clicked into the live broadcast room, Lin Huai's voice came out from the Bluetooth headset. It was cold and faint, like the cold snow and ice of the twelfth lunar month.

Thin and fragile, but quenching the brightest ray of sunshine on the branches of severe winter.

He retracted his gaze, looked at the game screen on the screen, and answered aloud: "Winder."

"Oh..." Yehuo casually responded without paying attention, and after two seconds, he was taken aback: "Fuck?! The Korean one? The support of the World Saiyan army this year???"

Qin Qiang didn't lift his head: "Second? No impression."

·

Before Wildfire left, Lin Huai was given a live broadcast task.

Xiaobingkuang opened the live broadcast room with a cold face, and by accident, thinking that Qin Qiang was not in the training room anyway, he turned on the camera.

The camera is on the left, just facing his right hand, and a white corner can be seen entering the mirror.

[Ah, ah, my goose finally turned on the camera, woo woo woo! 】

[Quickly let Mama see if she lost weight! ! ! 】

[prprpr, our Little Huai God is as good-looking as ever]

[Yangou is satisfied]

【Ah? Wait, is the picture a bit wrong today? 】

[I also think, what's more? 】

[What is that on the right? 】

[Keyboard bar, table, keyboard, and computer. 】

[Gentlemen!I have a guess! 】

【I have that too! ! ! 】

[Is it a new team member!Isn't it that super super fierce new team member! 】

[Ah, I've already started to substitute, I'm getting angry!snort! 】

Only two days have passed, and the viewers in the live broadcast room have checked in like they go to and from get off work every day. It is hard to forget. When the fierce and fierce person is mentioned, a bunch of people start to empathize and get angry. It took a long time for someone to sharply point out something wrong.

【Close it up, look at the distance. 】

[From this angle, according to the range that the lens can capture and the length of the keyboard into the lens, there is a high probability that it will be next to the Land camera]

[Pay attention to this "next to each other", highlight the key points, and take the test. 】

[?What's wrong next to you? 】

[Premise: The training room of the first SWN team is very large]

[Question: SWN's first team's camera position has always been swaying (ps: this can be seen from the usual live broadcast of the five players)]

[Additional condition: No one in SWN is connected to the Land plane, let alone next to each other]

[Then I would like to ask: Why is this new player "next to" Land? 】

[...Ah this? 】

【I know! ! !It must be for the sake of close surveillance so that we can be vicious about our geese all the time! ! ! 】

[Oh, it makes sense, one person kicked him out of SWN with a blood book]

[Thinking about it, I feel wronged for Land 5555]

Seeing that the style of painting turned to a strange place, Lin Huai frowned slightly, and explained quite rarely: "This is mine."

--this is mine.

explain, proclaim.

Lin Huai seldom showed such a clear sense of belonging and territory. As soon as the words came out, the audience froze for a while, and then began to make up for it.

【Ah, I just said, how could anyone dare to stand with Land. 】

【Thank you for the invitation. I dare to ask for it. Where can I get a seat? 】

[Is the happiness of the rich so simple and unpretentious, one trains one and watches the other? 】

[Wait, gentlemen, I just zoomed in on the screenshot, please look carefully at that keyboard. 】

【What's wrong? 】

【Fuck! ? 】

[Fuck, fuck, fuck! ! ! 】

[?What are you excited about?Is it a different era? 】

[My day, it's that one! ? 】

[It's that one! 】

Not only the audience, Lin Huai was a little confused.

It's just a keyboard.

Which one?

[TIII's royal designer Rachel personally designed and handcrafted it, from material selection to installation, it took two full years! ? 】