"Fake match? Do you want me to play fake match?"

On the side of the road, under the dim neon lights, an 18-year-old young man looked incredible and scolded him angrily at a short and fat winter melon man in his 40s.

"Shh!"

The fat man on the face of the winter melon shook, and he hurriedly made a gesture of silence, saying, "Yang Xuan, tomorrow will be the quarterfinals of the "World" Professional League. And your opponent is King Wun, he bids 1 million... As long as you deliberately lose the game, I will share the 1 million with you half. How about it? This is more than the prize you get when you win the championship!"

"Boss Jin, when you founded Thunder Studio to recruit me, you talked about your dreams, ambitions and ambitions. Now I finally made a world of success, but you wanted me to play fake games? Your moral integrity was eaten by a dog?"

"Ha, Yang Xuan, you take yourself too seriously. Do you really think you can win the MVP of "Tianxia" this year?" Fatty Jin suddenly changed his face and sneered repeatedly: "Lifa Feiyu, King Wun's innocent are the popular candidates for this year's MVP. Are you a newcomer and want to compete with old masters like them? Don't joke, anyway, you lose, it's better to spend some money."

"Whatever you say, I don't agree anyway." Yang Xuan was determined.

"Don't agree?" Fatty Jin's face shook and said almost threateningly: "Then get out of the thunder! I'll warn you that the king's innocence is not simple. If you offend him, be careful of revenge!"

Yang Xuan smiled rebelliously and turned around and left a back for Jin Dapang, "It doesn't matter, come on if you want revenge. By the way, I don't like your Thunder at all, so I will leave after the game."

"Yang Xuan, wait for me!"

In the cold wind in the dark night, the angry scream of Fatty Jin suddenly sounded.

...

The next day, in Silver Moon Arena.

Fanatic fans have already filled the audience-

"Xuanyuan I!"

"Xuanyuan I!"

"Xuanyuan I!"

As a professional player, no one pays attention to Yang Xuan's real name, but his sharp game ID, Xuanyuan I, has become well-known to fans as his professional popularity increases.

A high-level swordsman with a high level of 120, he is crazy about cool equipment, and Yang Xuan's sharp and skillful operation. The game ID of "Xuanyuan I" rises like a comet, and the crazy level of his fans is no less than that of old masters such as "Lifa Flying Fish" in the Chinese war zone and "King of Not Crime".

The king is innocent and is willing to spend 1 million to buy his place. It is not because he is rich and willful. It is because although Yang Xuan is a professional newcomer, he is really capable! As a veteran Chinese war zone master, he is probably afraid that he will lose face by being defeated by Yang Xuan, a newcomer.

The game began soon. Yang Xuan stared at the screen, tapped his fingers on the keyboard and controlled the "Xuanyuan I" and quickly gained the advantage of the first round. The Paladin who grabbed the opponent was a set of combos!

"handsome!"

"Sharp!"

In the audience, a group of enthusiastic fans looked at the scene of the swordsman crushing the Paladin on the huge screen, and couldn't help but shout frantically. Some open girls, in such a sacred environment, threatened to give birth to a monkey for Yang Xuan...

The scene was uncontrollable for a time.

The police outside the field were carrying anesthesia guns and sweating profusely, for fear that some fanatical fans would do something irreparable.

Suddenly, just when the audience thought that Yang Xuan was about to kill the opponent and won directly, "Xuanyuan I" paused suddenly as if he had a card.

Yang Xuan in the box instantly felt cold sweat from his back, soaking his clothes. He stared at his keyboard, his face solemn and gloomy.

It was obvious that his keyboard was tampered with!

"Hey, don't make mistakes!" The anxious shouts from fans sounded in the audience.

I saw that the opponent's Paladin grabbed Yang Xuan's flaw at this moment, and then he was a set of combos, which cost half a piece of blood in seconds.

Yang Xuan still did not give up. He controlled "Xuanyuan I" to escape, and in a very short time he adapted to the program of the keyboard tampered with! He started to operate flexibly again!

The audience didn't know about this kind of thing, and because Yang Xuan saved it too quickly, it was impossible for them, including the referee, to have guesses in this regard.

...

The game continued, Yang Xuan sneered and rushed towards the opponent's Paladin again with confidence, the mutation regenerated!

This time, he simply couldn't move.

On the screen, the Paladin took him away with a gorgeous combo.

"Grass! I'm not convinced!"

In the box, Yang Xuan stood up, took off his headphones and threw them on the table, and shouted at the referee with a ferocious expression: "Referee, they cheated, put viruses on my machine, and tampered with my keyboard's operating instructions!"

Win is winning, losing is losing, but how can he be convinced in this completely unfair situation?!

The referee shook his head, "If what you said is true, why can your operation be so flexible?"

"I..." Yang Xuan was furious and furious. Damn, I was quick to react. Is this wrong? Taking a few deep breaths, he forced himself to feel angry and said calmly: "If you don't believe it, check it yourself."

As soon as he finished speaking, he gave way to the referee. The referee came over and tried a few times in front of him and in front of the camera, and there was no problem at all.

"Win is winning, losing is losing. Don't be like a childish temper. I'll be here again next year. I've been a professional referee for many years and have never made any mistakes." The referee patted Yang Xuan on the shoulder and comforted him.

Yang Xuan's heart trembled for a moment, his rage disappeared, and replaced by endless cold. The king is innocent, and behind it is the largest and strongest King Studio in China. Their methods are really so profound that they can even cheat the league at this professional level?

"What's going on? Xuanyuan Issue, can't you afford to lose?"

"That's right, I won't admit it if I lose. What's the point where the machine got the virus and hit your sister! What do you think you are your own family in the National Professional League?"

...

A group of innocent fans of the King angrily scolded Yang Xuan, and his "out of composure" made his fans look dull.

Yang Xuan was speechless, still spreading freely by the feeling of heartache.

It turned out that falling from the altar was like this. He felt that his whole body was about to be drained, weak, and deeply powerless.

"ah!!!"

Suddenly, Yang Xuan roared wildly and ran out like crazy.

"boom!"

Just as he rushed out of the arena, a flash of lightning flashed through the sky, and the sky suddenly darkened, and heavy rain followed.

At this moment, two men holding sticks rushed out from the side and threw Yang Xuan to the ground fiercely. Before Yang Xuan could react, he was subdued by one of them and the other smashed the stick in his hand.

"Bang bang!"

Accompanied by two dull sounds, Yang Xuan's hands drooped weakly, and he fell on this dark rainy night like a dead dog.

...

...

...

Time passes, and three years pass by in a flash.

In a dilapidated private room filled with instant noodles bags and beer cans, a decadent man with a beard was sitting in the corner.

He ignored the stench of the room, but just held the beer can and slowly drank it with his eyes blankly.

His hands were just holding a beer can, and he couldn't help but tremble slightly.

Yes, he is Yang Xuan, and his hands are not completely broken, but for a professional player who relies on his quick hand to make a living, or an e-sports professional player, his hands are not much different from those that are broken.

...

His eyes moved slowly and finally settled on a broken photo on the table.

This photo was a photo of him with Thunder Studio three years ago, but Fatty Jin and others were torn off by him. In the picture, he was only three years ago and a girl with bright eyes and white teeth.

Looking at the photo, Yang Xuan's eyes gradually wet and his thoughts gradually drifted away.

The girl's name is Lu Xiaoxiao, who was recruited by Jin Pang into the studio with Yang Xuan. Yang Xuan is the trump card of the Thunder Team, and she is the tactician.

In modern times, e-sports are already fully popular, players, like tacticians, are both legitimate professions. And they are high-paying professions, which ordinary people would never imagine.

The two sides cooperated tacitly and Lu Xiaoxiao was a very powerful girl. Yang Xuan was able to become the most prosperous king at the time, and her help was inseparable from her help.

And she was almost the only one who believed that Yang Xuan was plotted and insisted on standing by his side without any effort. It was a pity...

...

The day when he came back from the hospital and learned that he could never succeed in a professional player again, Yang Xuan was drunk at a street stall and once lost hope for life.

Lu Xiaoxiao rushed over to persuade him and comfort him.

He didn't listen and continued to drink.

"What do you think of this? A real man can't stand the blow at all. He can even undergo nervous recovery surgery if he spreads his hands!" Lu Xiaoxiao snatched the bottle of wine in Yang Xuan's hand and yelled: "Be more competitive, you can't be a professional player, you can do something else!"

"I can't let it go after so many years."

"Then you become a tactician, I am a professional player, let's change and earn money to save enough of your surgery fee!" Lu Xiaoxiao said seriously. At that moment, Yang Xuan's eyes turned red. His parents went there early. This was the first time that someone cared about him so much.

Like a child, Yang Xuan pulled the hand of Xiaoxiao passing by, "If you don't go to Thunder, Fatty Jin, I don't like him."

"Okay, I'll quit. Let's go find a new studio together!" Lu Xiaoxiao smiled, as gentle as a flower.

...

After that, the two went to the new studio together.

Lu Xiaoxiao has a solid foundation and has been back to becoming a professional player and has been well received for a while.

Yang Xuan has been playing "The World" for many years and has a very high understanding of it. He also has the qualities of a peak professional player. He is quite good at being a tactician.

But the good times don’t last long. When tacticians command some high-end tactical skills, they are inevitably going to have to make some demonstrations. But Yang Xuan’s hand is paralyzed, how can he demonstrate?

Once or twice, Lu Xiaoxiao took it over, but after a long time, everyone in the studio looked down on him and told the boss to fire him.

That night, it was another rainy day. Yang Xuan was really desperate for himself this time, and he didn't want to drag Lu Xiaoxiao down, so he packed his luggage and left overnight.

At the intersection, Lu Xiaoxiao cried: "Yang Xuan, come back!"

The heavy rain poured in, and Yang Xuan cried for the first time in his life. He had never cried even when his hand was interrupted, but that time he cried, and he really cried.

It was covered by the rain, and it was thunderous.

Despite this, what he left to Lu Xiaoxiao was still a determined back.
Chapter completed!