Chapter 330 The first player in the national server (1)
Tang Zimo stood up and stared at the background of the hall door where Fu Nanjin walked.
"Don't come to my house again. People like you don't deserve to enter our house.
Fu Nanjin didn't look back, just slammed the door and left.
"Zimo!" Ye Qingwan held her son's shoulders and comforted her, "Don't pay attention to this kind of person."
Tang Zimo looked angry: "Mom, I will never lose to them."
"As long as you go all out, winning or losing doesn't matter." Ye Qingwan helped him into the restaurant and settled on a chair. "Tomorrow, mom will go to the competition with you. Let's eat!"
Tang Zimo's handsome face turned red with anger, and his chest was still heaving violently, clearly showing that he could not calm down with anger.
"Zimo!" Ye Qingwan pushed her job towards her son, "If you are affected by her emotions like this, her goal will be achieved, and then you will really lose. Do you understand what mom means?"
Looking into his mother's eyes, Tang Zimo was startled, then smiled back at his mother: "Fu wants to irritate me, but I don't want to be angry with her."
Then, pick up the food and eat seriously.
"That's right." Ye Qingwan took a piece of food with chopsticks and put it in her son's bowl. She smiled softly and said, "Eat slowly."
Tang Zimo raised his face from the rice in front of him, stretched out his chopsticks and picked up a piece of vegetable for his mother.
"I'm not a child anymore. I don't need you to take care of me. You can eat it too."
He lowered his eyes and stared at the dishes on the rice for a moment.
Ye Qingwan smiled, picked up the piece of vegetables and brought it to her mouth, chewing it slowly, the smile on her lips spreading little by little.
My son has really grown up.
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The next day, seven o'clock in the evening.
The audience gathered in Satellite TV Studio No. 3.
Tonight, the finals of the "First Front" 10th anniversary celebration competition will be held here.
Various game channels, public accounts...
They are all predicting this grand occasion.
There are two teams entering the finals.
One is the rookie team where Tang Zimo belongs - a5.
The other team is the veteran team that has won the "First Front" domestic championship for four consecutive years - the one.
In China, the one team has already accumulated great popularity, and more than half of the audience at the scene came for them.
The fans were interested in supporting cards and holding banners, and everyone was excitedly waiting for the game to start.
Compared to "theone", Tang Zimo's a5 team has far fewer fans.
Most of the few light signs at the scene were classmates from school, and some were personal fans of Tang Zimo.
Tang Zimo's game account "Mo" has accumulated a lot of fans because it has always been on the national server rankings.
While the audience was waiting for the game to start, at the entrance to the backstage, Tang Zimo had just gotten out of the car with his mother Ye Qingwan.
The two of them came to the lounge together, and three good friends who had formed a team with him immediately came over to greet them.
Everyone was a little surprised when they saw Ye Qingwan.
In the past, Ye Qingwan had always been opposed to Tang Zimo playing games.
Everyone used to play games with Tang Zimo, but they always had to be secretive.
"Don't be nervous, I'm your cheerleading team!" Ye Qingwan smiled at a few people, "When you finish the game later, Auntie will treat you!"
"Oh wow, then I need to eat more!"
"Thank you, aunt!"
…
Hearing what she said, everyone relaxed.
Tang Zimo looked around, "Where's Lao Wu?"
The Lao Wu he is talking about is also a classmate of the team, his surname is Wu, and his name is Wu Jiatong. Because he is the youngest in the team, everyone habitually calls him "Lao Wu".
"Maybe there's a traffic jam, we haven't arrived yet." one of the team members replied.
"Call him to urge him. Don't delay the game." Tang Zimo said.
Now, there is still more than half an hour before the game, and Tang Zimo still wants to communicate with everyone about the game strategy before the game.
One teammate goes to make a call, and another one comes over.
"Zimo, will the boss of Meng Fu Sheng Meng come?"
Ever since Tang Zimo and Yun Xi reached an agreement, "Meng Fu Sheng" has become their online guide.
I often play games with them and guide them on how to form a team and how to compete.
The reason why their team was able to enter the finals was indispensable to "Meng Fu Sheng".
While everyone is grateful, of course they are also very curious and want to meet this game master who is the number one in the Chinese server.
Just as Tang Zimo was about to answer, the teammate on the phone next to him had already walked over with his phone in hand.
"Zimo, Lao Wu's phone is turned off and I can't get through."
"I'll give it a try."
Tang Zimo took out his cell phone, found Lao Wu's number and dialed it.
Sure enough, the mobile phone prompted: the number you dialed has been turned off.
"Is the battery out?"
"What's going on with this guy? He slipped up at the critical moment?"
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After hearing the discussion of several people, Ye Qingwan also came over: "Zimo, did something happen?"
"The cell phone of one of our team members has been turned off. It hasn't arrived yet. Mom is fine. I guess the cell phone may have been forgotten to charge. It will be here soon..."
Before Tang Zimo finished speaking, a team member suddenly touched his arm.
"Come on, come on, Lao Wu is here."
Several people turned their faces at the same time, only to see the corridor outside the lounge.
The great team "theone" was walking by a crowd of fans, and Lao Wu, who just couldn't get through on the phone, was right outside the door.
To everyone's surprise, Lao Wu did not enter their lounge, but strode over.
"Lao Wu!" Tang Zimo trotted over, "Our lounge is over here!"
Several team members also followed him out.
Everyone thought that the other party didn't see the team name on the door, so they laughed and teased.
"Lao Wu, can you tell me that this is our lounge?"
"Did you forget to bring your invisibility?"
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Lao Wu glanced at Tang Zimo, his lips moved but he made no sound.
Instead of walking over to stand with everyone, he turned around and walked over and stood behind Fu Nanting.
Tang Zimo saw something was wrong and frowned: "Lao Wu, what are you doing?"
"Are you Zimo?" Fu Nanting curled his lips and raised his hand to hug Lao Wu's shoulders, "Let me introduce you, this is our new member of TheOne."
Lao Wu lowered his head, not daring to look into the eyes of Tang Zimo and others.
After hearing Fu Nanting's introduction, Tang Zimo and others' expressions suddenly changed.
A few young children, no one thought of it.
Your friends will betray you and join the enemy's camp at this critical moment.
"Fuck you...you are looking for death!"
The teammate standing next to Tang Zimo rushed over and was about to swing his fist at Lao Wu.
Tang Zimo grabbed his companion and dragged him behind him, frowning and staring at Lao Wu's face.
"Why?"
"Why?" Fu Nanjin sneered, "Zimo, just because you are not short of money does not mean that others are not short of money. The two million signing bonus we paid to Lao Wu is enough for him to buy a big house for his family. Why can't he change jobs?
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"Tang Zimo, learn from it!" Fu Nanting smiled mischievously and winked at him, "You're still young enough to fight with me!"
"You!" Tang Zimo finally couldn't bear it anymore, stepped forward and grabbed Fu Nanjin's collar, "Despicable!"
"Zimo!"
Seeing her son taking action impulsively, Ye Qingwan was startled and rushed over to stop him.
One person was faster than her and grabbed Tang Zimo's wrist before Tang Zimo swung his fist at Fu Nanting.