Support you lost your horse [E-sports]

"Take it off."

Jing Yan paused with his fingers, and slowly unzipped the down jacket.

The heater in the room did get a little hot.

The person next to him came over, took down the down jacket in his hand, and hung it on the hanger in the corner.

"continue."

Jing Yan looked down at his coat, then raised his hand again.

grunt.

I don't know who made the sound. It's a bit embarrassing, but it also makes sense.

Without the cover of heavy winter clothes, Jing Yan's figure was fully revealed.Strong forearm muscles under the half-sleeve shirt, wide shoulders and narrow waist, perfect inverted triangle.

"can we start?"

Now all he has left is a shirt and thin trousers.

"Where is this going? Continue."

The expression on Jing Yan's face remained unchanged, and he said, "The agreement says it's a static model."

The person who has been giving orders has finally fallen into a disadvantage, but he is confident, he is proud, he smiled crookedly, exuding a domineering air, and said.

"You can add money."

"President, we have no money."

……

What a poor art club! !

Jing Yan breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Can we start?"

The president stood up, went to the wall and turned off the heater and air conditioner that was turned on at 30°C, and muttered "it's a pity" in a low voice.

Double heating, the small art club classroom has already been heated into a sauna room.

"20 minutes sketching, 4 sets of movements, 10 minutes rest between intervals."

The members of the eating melon club who watched the president and the handsome guy break their heads picked up their paintbrushes one after another, and the studio fell silent instantly.

An hour and a half later, Jing Yan moved his body and called out the payment code on his mobile phone to check out.

The president still didn't give up, and asked: "Although our art club is tight now, the sponsorship will arrive next month."

H University, a top comprehensive institution in China, has the largest club association in the country, among which Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon has attracted a lot of off-campus investment.

"Your conditions are so good, it's a loss not to be a mannequin. Think about it, next time your salary will be doubled, oh no, tripled!"

As he said that, the president's saliva was about to flow down.

Jing Yan moved gracefully, smiled politely, and said.

"Sorry, I don't think I might be right for the job."

Suitable!You are suitable! ! !

The water to wash the pen holder, the president's tears.Quan Art Club could only watch Jing Yan leave, and had to hold back the president who was kneeling and crying bitterly.

Coach, we want to draw the human body of a handsome guy.

"President, will the previous model continue to be hired?"

The Mediterranean Sea, beer belly, elephant legs, flip-flops... Memories keep coming up, up to my throat.

The president got up, ruthlessly untied the rubber band and re-tied the braid.

"Not hired."

I've seen the handsome guy's eyes, and I can't bear this grievance!

-

Early winter in the north is still a little cold.

Jing Yan let out a breath of white air, took out the phone from the left pocket of his coat, unlocked it, and quickly dialed a number.

The skin couldn't stand the cold wind, and it was a little stinging.After dialing, Jing Yan locked the screen and put the phone and phone in his pocket.

"What are you doing?"

"Make up time, brother." A familiar voice popped out of the earphones.

The person talking to Jing Yan is the runner-up top laner of the S19 season, K1ng, whose real name is Prince.

"The part-time job before, help me thank your sister."

In an instant, there were more bullet screens in the live broadcast room.

【Uncle】

[Polite question, does your sister still lack a boyfriend?Spare tire is also ok]

【Who is the little prince calling? 】

[Brother dei in front, licking a dog is not allowed to house]

……

The prince slumped on the gaming chair unrestrainedly, and picked out a few bullet screens to reply.

"Seal all the names 'big brother' and 'brother' for three days."

"It's an acquaintance."

Jing Yan slightly lowered his voice and said, "Not muted?"

A friend's energetic voice came from the opposite side: "Hi, I just forgot. Now they can only hear me talking, but not you."

Jing Yan smiled, took out his phone again, crossed out the messages that kept popping up on it, and clicked into his friend's live broadcast room.

Cheerful music sounded, and the familiar "three belts and one" was attached.

"You should go to work today, how do you feel?" The prince peeled off the candy wrapper and picked up the lollipop.

Jing Yan looked at the person on the screen and said, "Thank you, sister."

"Brother open your mouth, you should come out...... Why do I feel that you are scolding me???"

Wang Zi's younger sister was studying in the oil painting department of H University. He heard that a friend of his brother was looking for a job recently, so she recommended her to the art club as a mannequin.

"The boss covets my beauty, so I can't do it."

"Brother, where did you apply for the Versailles literature class, take me with you."

……

Jing Yan chatted with his friend casually, and 10 minutes had passed before he knew it.

"Where did you spend the Spring Festival?" The people on the screen visibly became excited.

"Three bombs, a straight pair, a clear card! Super double! Let's see if I won hundreds of thousands of beans back!"

Jing Yan turned down the earphone volume in disgust and said.

"Not sure."

He usually stays alone in the base, cooking instant noodles by himself and watching the Spring Festival Gala.

"I still have a spare house there, if you need it, just call brother." The prince waved his hands and fired two bombs.

The battle entered a fierce stage, and he still had a king bomb in his hand.

[What kind of friend, can you still live in the house for free? ? ? 】

【What are the conditions in the little prince's house】

[Does your friend have no hands and no feet? It’s better to be careful because you live for nothing.]

[Is your family still short of a son, the kind that can be eaten after graduation]

The bullet screens flashed past one by one, Jing Yan's eyes were like water, he opened his mouth after a while, and said, "I'll think about it again, thank you in advance."

Knowing that Jing Yan was high-spirited, the prince manually blocked those rhythmic barrages.

"Which one of us is with whom?"

This round of Doudizhu was over immediately, and the opponent had no skills, only the prince threw out the double king to end.

"No bragging, my friend is a master in the domain of Landlords. Of course, compared to me, he is still a little bit worse."

As he spoke, the prince pressed down the left mouse button firmly with his fingers, and hung a single king.

No, it's time to prove yourself.

"Brother! Save me! This round is 3840 times!!! I lost my brother and I went bankrupt."

[Laughing to death, there is bombing on the other side, how do you win]

[billion points]

[You are really there, accept your fate, the great philanthropist who dismantled Wang Bo]

The barrage is all ruthless ridicule.

Jing Yan raised his eyebrows and said, "Do you really want me to help you?"

"Brother, brother, you are my real brother."

As the prince said, when a friend speaks, he should act.

"You find a photo of yourself on your phone."

"Ah?" The prince scratched his head, not understanding what Jing Yan was going to do.

But he obediently complied.

"Could it be that I want to reveal my identity and frighten the other side with my aura?"

Jing Yan watched with satisfaction as the prince picked up his phone and tapped a few times, calling out the high-P photos of him walking the red carpet and placing them next to the screen.

"Now, you have another king bomb."

A series of question marks floated across the live broadcast room.

【What's the meaning? 】

【? ? ? ? 】

【Wang Zha... wait, wait, I understand! 】

[Hahahahaha, my friend is so hurt, joker cards and photos, together are not "king bombs"】

【The clown is actually myself.jpg】

The prince reacted, his face flushed.

"Don't bring such a joke..."

Before he finished speaking, the barrage in the live broadcast room suddenly became chaotic.

The most conspicuous among them is the word "runner-up".

[As far as IQ and operation are concerned, it is not unreasonable to be runner-up every year]

[I heard that your thigh Flame God was kicked by the club, can you still be the starter next year, little prince]

Jing Yan's expression changed, and he clasped the earphone with one hand and said, "Prince, calm down and don't be influenced by them."

It's a pity that the people in front of the screen seem to have been caught up in emotions.

"Unlucky, it won't be broadcast anymore."

With the disappearance of the picture, there is also the voice of the prince.

Jing Yan took off the earphones, let out a long sigh of relief, and shook his head to force himself to calm down.

This year's World Championship is a hurdle they will never get over.

For this reason, he terminated the contract with the club he had played for for five years and lost all his assets. Because he failed to fulfill the advertising and live broadcast contract, he could not live broadcast on any platform for the next three years, or accept any commercial broadcasts and commercial performances.

Walking aimlessly on the campus of H University, Jing Yan thought, if he had followed his father's arrangement back then, he might be a member of this place now.

But he has never regretted taking the path of e-sports.

-

"Damn! Flash hit the wall!"

Jing Yan curiously followed the sound and walked over.

It seemed that he had reached the edge of the school, surrounded by dilapidated brick buildings, which was incompatible with the modern style of H University.

The sound came from a house full of creeper carcasses.

Standard configuration in the 80s—a green-painted wooden door with a rusty iron lock, it’s unknown how you look at it.

He didn't push the door to go in, but looked up and looked around, and found a telephone pole opposite the door.

There is a sign hanging on the top of the telephone pole, and the five characters "opposite e-sports club" can be vaguely seen.

Below that are a bunch of small advertisements, such as "painless abortion", "part-time anchor", "housing rental"... everything.

A very inconspicuous recruitment notice caught Jing Yan's attention.

[Recruitment: Personal assistant, monthly salary of [-], five insurances and one gold package, board and lodging, male...]

And such good things?

It's just that there is no contact information or contact person under the recruitment notice.

With an attitude of giving it a try, he tore off the advertisement and walked to the dilapidated house, and opened the door cautiously.

"Excuse me……"

"Orphan Yasuo!!!!!!"

Jing Yan silently closed the door.

It shouldn't be the group of people inside who want to recruit assistants.

The next moment, the wooden door collapsed without warning in front of him, hitting the ground heavily.

"Student, who are you looking for?" The classmate who ended Mumen's life with a hot hand smiled like a flower and said obsequiously.

Jing Yan cleared his throat and said politely: "I would like to ask, did you post the advertisement for assistants on the telephone pole?

The young man quickly changed his face and said, "Do you think we look like people who can afford a monthly salary of [-]?"

Jing Yan's smile did not change.

"A person is not judged by his appearance." Although you really don't look like each other.

"You want to apply for an assistant, come in."

"Welcome to the 'Face to Face E-Sports Club'."

Jing Yan suppressed the desire to complain.Co-authored "opposite" is not an adverbial, but an attributive.

"What are you doing, training?"

The young man's eyes lit up, his attitude towards Jing Yan became better, and he asked him, "Do you know about e-sports?"

Jing Yan nodded.

The other party seemed to be happier, with two points of humility, three points of restraint, and five points of pride, he said.

"This is the characteristic of our club—Zuan training camp."