Fan Yao was shocked, and in the blink of an eye, he saw the end of the game, not just one game, but the entire game between dnd and Tianhe.
His back was stuck to his shirt and was completely wet with sweat. Even though the air conditioning was on in the venue, he still couldn't suppress his excitement.
In the first game, mr-x, known as the Demon King, killed his opponent's assassin Wanfagui without any suspense. Dnd took advantage of this morale to directly defeat the opponent and directly won the good result of 4 games.
, even the audience sitting next to Fan Yao kept saying: "Before I came here, I never thought that compared to Tianhe, dnd would be like two teams of different levels."
It turns out that I am not ignorant...
"It's all because of the arrival of the Demon King." The woman next to him showed unusual excitement: "Under the Demon King's mask, there should be a handsome guy with a stern face. When I think about it, he will one day be entangled with Chu Hanxuan.
Together, they were obviously rivals, but they created a spark called friendship, which can be read as love. Ah, it's amazing. Just thinking about it makes me feel inexplicably excited."
Hey, I always feel like this woman’s excitement is in the wrong direction, it’s definitely wrong!
"Beep--beep--" The cell phone in his trouser pocket vibrated. If it hadn't been set to vibrate in advance, I probably wouldn't have heard the ringtone at all in such a crowded environment.
Fan Yao looked at the incoming call on his cell phone and saw that it was an unfamiliar number, but he thought of a possibility and answered the call.
"Hello?"
He was answered by a calm male voice, which sounded very much like Fan Yao's impression of the master in the game. He was calm and unhurried, pointing out the country, chatting and laughing, and the oars disappeared into ashes. He looked so excited that he forgot that he was still in the flow of people, just like that
He shouted: "Great God!"
The other party's response was very bland: "Oh, have you come to the venue? We have finished the competition, and there is still some time before the flight back in the evening, so..."
Does this mean asking to meet?
"Okay, now that I'm here, where can I meet you, great god?"
"I'm in the rest area now. Come through the side door." The male voice on the phone paused, "By the way, what did you wear to come here today?"
"Just a regular shirt and jeans."
"Then come here, I'll wait for you at the side door."
The phone was suddenly hung up.
Fan Yao put away his mobile phone and walked towards the side door. There was already a team bus picking up and dropping off the team, and there were also a group of journalists blocking the road. Basically, as long as the two teams could be called by their names,
The team members were all blocked at the door.
Of course they need to record, whether it's the words of the winner or the loser, but these are not the first priority for them now.
"Excuse me, where is mr-x? How does he feel about the title of 'Demon King' given to him by his enthusiastic fans?"
"Please talk about dnd's vision for future games. Next week you will meet the Xunfeng team, which is famous for its toughness. Can you tell us whether the Demon King will stage a shocking battle with the solo king?"
"I'm a reporter from Pineapple Channel..."
Seeing the raging scene over there, Fan Yao felt a sense of fear that he didn't want to get close.
Hey, do you really want to join over there? It looks like you can’t squeeze in at all...
Just when his forehead was sweating, someone suddenly tapped him on the shoulder from behind.
"Happy fish?"
Fan Yao turned his head. Oops, he had to look up. This man was quite tall. He was also very handsome, especially with the pair of sunglasses on his face and the corners of his mouth curled up in a smile. Damn it, where did he come from?
ah.
But Fan Yao quickly realized something.
"Great God?"
Regarding Fan Yao's exaggerated expression, Chu Yun scratched the tip of his nose in embarrassment. Although he was used to being called that in the game, it was still a bit embarrassing to be called like that in reality.
He brushed off the embarrassment with a smile and quickly changed the subject: "There are many people here, let's talk somewhere else."
As he said that, he lowered his head and looked at his watch. It was only 3:57 now, which was still very early before the 6:30 flight.
"Where should we sit?" Chu Yun asked.
Fan Yao shrugged: "Whatever."
Chu Yun found that Fan Yao obviously didn't understand what he meant: "This is my first time in Shenzhen."
"Oh," Fan Yao is also a shrewd person, and he understands after just a little while, but I'm sorry to let him lead the way, because he is no more familiar than Chu Yun.
Fortunately, there are many restaurants in the animation city. Fan Yao had seen them on the road when he took a taxi. He was also fooled by his impression. Fortunately, young people's memories are not limited.
Fan Yao, as half the host, wanted to take Chu Yun into a high-end casual restaurant, but when Chu Yun saw Fan Yao's outfit, he said he wanted to have a drink and entered a slightly ordinary cafe.
Because when he came here, he heard from Brother Zeng and the others that the consumption in Shenzhen is exorbitantly expensive, even higher than that in Qiunan.
It's okay, it's not really just for a meal.
The two of them took their seats as the waiter guided them, and each ordered a cup of coffee.
When Fan Yao was making jokes with people named Happy Fish, his typing and chatting speed was really amazing. Now face to face, he didn't know how to speak, but it was Chu Yun who opened the conversation first.
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"I said happy fish, did you watch the game just now?"
"Looked at it."
"How is it?" Chu Yun asked him.
How about it……
Wait, which team does the great master belong to? Although the location where he bought the ticket is a bit far from the competition venue, the players all have close-ups. The happy fish swore that he had never seen him. Chu Yun's
The face is so recognizable that if you see it, you will definitely not forget it.
Fan Yao began to sweat on his forehead.
If it's DND, you should be congratulated if you win, and everyone will be happy, but if it's Tianhe, wouldn't it be flattering to the horse's leg? In short, let's start here...
"Well, Master, your team played very well..."
Then the next step is to rely on observing words and emotions...
Fan Yao raised his head, but Chu Yun, who was drinking coffee, was very quiet, with a tepid expression on his face. He could not see the joy of dying if he won, nor the sadness and annoyance of losing the game, just like what he had done just now.
A war with a huge score difference actually has nothing to do with this person.
"Oh, by the way, I forgot to mention, I'm from dnd."
Seemingly aware of Fan Yao's embarrassment, Chu Yun gave some personal tips.
Ah, how wonderful it is...
Next, Fan Yao finally found the shadow of the happy fish in his body. He kept praising how powerful dnd was, especially when he talked about the Demon King, his face was filled with joy.
Chu Yun looked at him strangely.
"Hey, Master, what's wrong?" Fan Yao touched his face. He thought he had something stuck on his face.
Chu Yun scratched his face and put his hands on the table: "I was just thinking here. You just praised me for my good performance in the game and said that this devil is very powerful. I was surprised. I am the more powerful one."
Which one is more powerful, or is this Demon King stronger?"
Chu Yun's habit of playing pranks happened again, and he put on a confused expression.
This frightened Fan Yao. He was quick-thinking and had already thought of it - could it be that the Great God and the Demon King were rivals in the team? I had heard a lot of gossip in the past, saying that the two aces in a team were dissatisfied with each other.
, the final game was played to determine the winner, and if the loser had to leave, the whole city was in turmoil.
Could this be the reality version?
Fan Yao had two drops of sweat on his forehead: "I am definitely the master, you are more powerful."
"Although I think so too, the Demon King will definitely be dissatisfied when he hears it." Chu Yun smiled and lit a cigarette, and he handed one to Fan Yao.
Fan Yao took it and Chu Yun lit the fire for him.
"Ahem." But as soon as Fan Yao took the second bite into his mouth, he coughed violently.
Chu Yun looked at him in confusion: "What's wrong?"
"This smoke is so bitter." Fan Yao was choked and still coughing.
"..."
Chu Yun smiled bitterly and shook his finger: "Don't tell me now that you actually don't know how to smoke."
"Well, uh, I tried it before when I was studying. It's because I haven't smoked for a long time."
Seeing that Fan Yao was still showing off, Chu Yun snatched the cigarette away: "It's a good thing that you don't know how to smoke. Why are you forcing yourself to smoke?"
"It's rare for a great god to give me cigarettes..." Fan Yao showed a strangely embarrassed look.
"If you don't know how to smoke, don't accept the cigarettes offered to you. That's okay, but if you accept the cigarettes if you don't know how to smoke, it will make both you and the other person feel embarrassed - this is a personal suggestion given to you by a fellow smoker."
Chu Yun reached out and put out the cigarette in the ashtray.
"Okay, let's get down to business. Actually, I came to Shenzhen this time to ask you to meet for one thing."
