Xixiao’s real name was Zhao Mingwei, and he served as the captain of the Junlin team for seven full years. The old members of the Junlin team left one after another, but the ID of Xixiao remained in the Junlin team for seven full years.
Nowadays, most of Zhao Mingwei's old players have retired, and he has been leading this new group of players to compete in the professional arena a year ago.
Zhao Mingwei was the last one to return to the players' lounge. Before he opened the door of the lounge and walked in, he heard hysterical shouting inside the door.
"Why did you have to replace me in the third game? If we let that old guy come on, wouldn't we be directly crushed?"
"Feng Yi! This year's White Sword team's vanguard attackers are too strong. Your aggressive fighting style will only allow the opponent to find opportunities!"
"Then let Mr. Xiao go up and play a pension game? He has already won two world championships! He definitely didn't want to win the third place..."
The sound stopped instantly when Zhao Mingwei opened the door and entered the elective lounge, and everyone looked at Zhao Mingwei.
Zhao Mingwei pushed up his black-rimmed glasses and looked at Feng Yi, the starting attacker of the Junlin team. He is a young player with great potential, but he has a stronger personality.
When Zhao Mingwei looked at him, his eyes were already red, and he was obviously very unconvinced by the defeat in this game.
"Xiao Feng, winning and losing are inevitable. You will still have opportunities in the future." Zhao Mingwei stepped forward and patted him on the shoulder, but was pushed away by him in an instant.
"Of course it doesn't matter that you won the championship twice! This is my first time in the world competition! You know..."
"Feng Yi!"
The coach interrupted Feng Yi again. Unable to control his emotions, he sat back on his chair, covered his face and cried bitterly.
The failure caused a very dull atmosphere in the King's Landing team, and finally the coach organized everyone to get on the bus back to the hotel.
Zhao Mingwei sat in the last row of the bus, and sitting next to him was his old friend and the only old team member Lin Xi.
"Master Xiao, are you feeling tired?" Lin Xi looked at Zhao Mingwei's solemn expression and asked in a low voice, "This result of the semi-finals is actually not bad."
"It has nothing to do with grades." Zhao Mingwei turned his head and stared into the eyes of his old team members and said, "Lin Xi, let me ask you something."
"Master Xiao! I haven't made a single mistake in these four games! Well, maybe once!" Lin Xi immediately raised his hands to express surrender. Although the two of them have a good relationship, Zhao Mingwei is the captain after all.
"You made at least seven mistakes, but that's not what I want to ask..." Zhao Mingwei paused for a while and then said slowly...
"How long has it been since you laughed while playing this game?"
"..."
Lin Xi was stunned for a while, then forced a smile on her face.
"Master Xiao, we are professional players. This game is our job. We play this game just to win."
"It wasn't like this before." Zhao Mingwei lay down on the chair tiredly and closed his eyes.
Lin Xi didn't dare to continue the conversation. He was afraid that if the conversation continued, the topic of 'retirement' would come up.
Although Zhao Mingwei's skills have declined, his popularity has always been at the top of all professional players. As long as he is in the Junlin team, even if he is just a mascot, the commercial value of the Junlin team will skyrocket.
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Zhao Mingwei returned to the hotel room, lay on the bed and looked at the ceiling.
The long-term professional training made him feel very tired. For seven years, he was still motivated enough by chasing the championship in the first four years, but this year he really didn't want to play the game of strife anymore.
However, the contract that Zhao Mingwei signed with the Junlin team was equivalent to a contract of sale. He must serve in the Junlin team for two years before retiring.
Zhao Mingwei took out his mobile phone and happened to see a message from an old team member in the WeChat chat group.
"Is there a more fun game in the world than Dissidia?"
Zhao Mingwei forced a smile on his face when he saw this news, because he knew that this news was not a 'question' but a 'joke'.
He was not in the mood to read the WeChat group messages. He flipped through his phone aimlessly and found a strange icon on his phone. The icon was an inverted triangle with only two simple words underneath.
"Holy Spirit".
He didn't remember downloading this strange mobile game.
Zhao Mingwei dragged the icon of the Holy Spirit to the trash can to delete it, but he dragged it five or six times in a row, and the icon of the Holy Spirit remained motionless as if it was nailed to the desktop of his mobile phone.
Is there something wrong with the phone? After Zhao Mingwei continuously confirmed that his phone was not working, but that there was a problem with the Holy Spirit APP... he turned on the anti-virus software.
But after a quick test, the anti-virus software showed no response at all.
Is there such a powerful virus now?
Out of curiosity, Zhao Mingwei clicked on the APP. The content in the APP was also very simple, with an explanation and a button with only the word 'log in'.
He took a cursory glance at the description, and the general content was that this is an APP for logging into a virtual game world. The moment you click to log in, you can enter the Holy Spirit's game world.
When normal people see this description, they should think it is a scam and log into VR games directly with their mobile phones? Modern technology has not yet realized this.
Zhao Mingwei clicked in with the mentality of giving it a try, and the picture in front of him changed instantly in the next second. When Zhao Mingwei came back to his senses, he found that he was already in a pure white world.
A translucent data frame appeared in front of Zhao Mingwei.
As an experienced player, all of this is very familiar to him, such as character appearance modification, career selection, character name, etc... It just has a few fewer options than Dissidia, such as race.
Currently, the Holy Spirit can only choose humans to start the game. Zhao Mingwei spent about an hour making himself a pretty good face. Without thinking, he directly chose the career of a fighter. In the name, he entered the word "laughter"
'This ID, but after hesitating for a long time, he directly deleted the ID of Xixiao and entered the four words 'Happy Game' instead.
"The character creation is completed, welcome to the world of the Holy Spirit."
An emotionless voice sounded next to Zhao Mingwei's ears, and the light in front of his eyes quickly faded. The moment Zhao Mingwei opened his eyes again, he was already on the streets of a majestic main city.
He glanced at his hands. A pure white half-finger glove was being worn on Zhao Mingwei's hand. His attire also changed from modern clothes to a fighter's training uniform.
"There's someone new?!"
Before Zhao Mingwei got familiar with the system, he heard a warm greeting. He looked up and saw a player dressed as a mage running up to him.
This player’s ID is ‘No update today’
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PS: Hello everyone, I am my sister’s bride, but I still can’t help but open up a new hole in this book. The theme of this book is happy games. I am as relaxed as ever. I silently ask for support and collection recommendations.
