"Is this over?"

Cheng Qing came back confused, still wiping his hands.

I spread my hands and said only two words: "Luck."

It's really luck.

Fortunately, this was an ordinary game, not a competition. My opponent engaged in all kinds of promiscuity and failed to produce BKB. He gave me too many opportunities, but these opportunities were fleeting, and I took them.

There was also the last wave of Kaal. My BKB only lasted five seconds. If I hadn’t hit the passive twice at the end of my ultimate move, the ending might have been completely different.

But who knows what will happen after "what if".

"Awesome, brother." He smiled exaggeratedly.

Only then did I remember that this was a father-son game. The team members on both sides were not luxurious, but they were all real professional players, and the careless man in front of me was obviously not on the same level as them.

So here’s the problem. Being able to joke around with professional players means that Cheng Qing’s background should be quite big.

"I forgot to introduce you. My name is Cheng Qing, and I am a shareholder of VG. Er, do you know VG?" he asked.

I nodded.

VG is an established team with a wide range of e-sports projects, but it seems to lack the vitality of a championship.

As for the VG.R just now, they were a second team of VG, but this time they suddenly broke out and reached the finals of the SLi World Championship against the Ukrainian powerhouse Navi.

Cheng Qing chatted for a few words, and then stood on the keyboard stage using my account number.

Xiao Se: Is my son convinced?

VG.R.Yang: I respect you MLGB, are you looking for a power coach if you can’t afford to lose?

Yang's reply was a little slow, obviously he just watched the video replay.

VG.R.Yang: With your intelligence, can you think of a refresh?

Xiao Se: I just want to ask you if you accept it? Do you want to call me daddy?

VG.R.Yang: Call me, call me NM. If the coach hadn’t gone crazy and couldn’t beat BKB to death, you would have been dead already. What are you talking about?

Xiao Se: Then it’s okay if you don’t call me dad. If you win Navi and get the trophy back, I can call you dad.

VG.R.Yang: It is necessary. I will arrange a 3:0 for you when the time comes.

Xiao Se: That's a lot of bragging. Don't be too weak and wear diapers when the time comes.

…

I witnessed the whole verbal quarrel between the two, and I couldn't help but be amused. The two of them spoke filthier words than anyone else, but the friendship between the lines was so sour that even a blind man could see it.

Indeed, those who treat each other as guests may not necessarily be a good couple, but those who have bad mouths toward each other are most likely good brothers.

Thinking of "brother", I stopped laughing.

Cheng Qing sat and talked for a while, and finally got up and said goodbye to me, saying he had to catch a plane. I guess he was rushing to watch the game.

Before leaving, Cheng Qing gave me a business card, but I didn't take it.

It’s not that I don’t like him or VG Club, it’s just that the sign is too big and there are many things that are inconvenient to operate.

I really want to hang out in the second and third tier teams, it will be a little safer to eat spinach.

I am not a good person. I have almost all the bad habits of smoking, drinking, match-fixing, eating, drinking, prostitution and gambling, except for the third type.

But I don’t seem to have done anything harmful to the world. Who else can I harm besides myself if I fake the match?

Teammates? Haha, teammates are for sale.

This high-end Internet cafe was equipped with a bar-like front desk, so I walked over and sat down.

"Xiao Se, hey, hey." The waiter suddenly called my name.

I looked up and a glass of wine was placed in front of me.

"Want a drink? I'll buy it." He winked at me with a malicious smile on his face.

The light shines through the cup, and the intoxicating water reflects several figures. I seem to have seen those days of competing in the competition field again. The passion at that time seems ridiculous now.

After drinking a glass of wine, the thoughts that flashed through my mind were frozen by the alcohol and magnified countless times.

"Who made him drink?"

It was originally a slightly angry drink, but it was like a thunder exploding next to me.

With the alcohol in my head, the security guard's honest and arrogant face blurred into that of my former teammate.

"How the hell do you dare to come see me?"

Burning with rage, I rushed forward and punched me. The security guard was quite agile. He took half a step back in shock and restrained me with a simple grapple.

He pushed me back into my seat and patted my face with his hand:

"Are you awake? Are you awake?"

I shook my head in confusion, my mind was in a blur. It was strange, my drinking capacity was not that bad...

The security guard angrily said to the waiter: "Gu Nan, I told you not to give him wine, don't you know how bad his wine taste is?"

Gu Nan pretended to be aggrieved: "Tsk, tsk, Uncle Chen, he is the spiritual shareholder of this Internet cafe. If he wants to drink, how dare I deny it?"

"You!" Uncle Chen blushed with anger, but he couldn't punch me, so he had to stand beside me in a deep voice and poured me a cup of hot water.

"Give."

I took it and said thank you.

"What's wrong?"

There was a lot of commotion here, and soon someone in charge came to check on the situation.

Seeing that things were getting serious, Gu Nan came over and whispered to me: "I'll let you remember this time. If you dare to hit Yitong again in the future, I won't spare you."

After saying that, he raised his hand and said with a smile: "Boss, I'm sorry, it was my problem just now..."

"Don't worry about it." The man's face was gloomy, showing his majesty. He pointed at Gu Nan to shut up, then turned to Uncle Chen and frowned: "Old Chen, Old Chen, tell me which number this is.

Time? I have already made an exception and allowed your nephew to use the Internet on credit. What are you doing here? I am an Internet cafe here, not a courtyard. If you do this, you should leave as soon as possible. Then don’t blame me for not being nostalgic.

Affection."

"What's going on?" A familiar voice said from the crowd of onlookers.

"Don't worry about it. Hey, Master Cheng, why are you here?" The Internet cafe owner's face froze, then turned pale, and said hurriedly: "Master Cheng, I'm sorry, I will take care of this little thing, so I don't need to worry about it."

"It's okay, it's okay, you handle yours, I'll find someone." Cheng Qing waved his hand and walked straight towards me under everyone's puzzled looks.

"This is my phone number, and it also has a digital ID. I think you are quite strong. Even if you don't become a professional in the future, you can still play with us novices."

I held the irregular piece of paper and was stunned when I saw it was just torn off paper. VG’s major shareholder, a leader of the younger generation, do you need me to take care of it?

Cheng Qing winked at me, and I immediately felt relieved, he was helping me.

"Thank you." I nodded.

"I should be thanking you for helping me win the father-son game. Let's go."

Cheng Qing really left now and ignored the flattery from others. I think this person is pretty good.

Seeing that Cheng Qing and I seemed to have some connection, the Internet cafe owner finally stopped making trouble and left after just a few words. But Uncle Chen approached me and asked me about the situation.

"When did your boy become a young man?"

I spread my hands and said, "Good luck."

"Okay, if you don't want to talk about your young people's affairs, forget it. But Uncle Chen still has to say a few more words. If you need to go online, go online. You have to go back to school in two days, do you hear me?"

"I got it." I looked at the time, it was almost six o'clock, and got up to leave. I had to go and see how the girl was doing.

It was very cold outside. I walked to the hotel and saw a stall. Xiao Yitong was standing in front of the stall.

The aunt wrapped tightly in scarf is enjoying the cold wind, her hands are delicate, steaming one basket at a time.

The hot air is filled with the aroma of meat, trying to seduce the hungry stomachs of passers-by, but is ruthlessly blown away by the cold wind.

The little girl was alone, facing a lonely stall. Her mind should have been filled with childhood dreams, but her face was filled with the pain of reality.

If you don't have money, you can't buy food.

"Mom, please bring me two drawers." I stepped forward.

"Okay!" The aunt smiled and specially brought me two drawers of freshly baked steamed buns.

"Come here." I waved to Xiao Yitong, and she walked over slowly, her face a little white from the wind. I stuffed the hot bag into her to warm her hands.

"I saw this little girl standing there for a long time. I thought she was hungry, so I thought of giving her some buns to try. It turns out she was waiting for you." Seeing that there were no guests for the time being, the aunt also smiled and said

We chatted about our daily routine and kept breathing at each other while talking.

The hot air blown out in cold weather as a last resort is actually forced by life.

My aunt and I chatted for a while, then took Xiao Yitong to sit on a small stool nearby to have breakfast.

After several meals in a row, she finally ate two.
To be continued...