MTL - Raiders Counterattack [Quick Transmigration]-Chapter 81 Jinjiang Literature City alone

Chu Qianze: People do?

Another message came from the other side.

All of us will thank you. ]

Chu Qianze tasted the meaning and glanced at Zong Xinjue: "After you went to train them before, the record was pretty good, right?"

If you remember correctly, except when Zong Xinjue was 19 years old, he had the best results.

Zong Xinjue also saw the latest news, did not speak, just took a sip.

Chu Qianze: "During the training camp, coach Niu gave you a salary?"

"I was invited to sit with them and train the juniors by the way." Zong Xinjue put down the water glass and looked at the person next to him. He felt that such Chu Qianze was particularly poignant.

That is no money.

Chu Qianze remembered that in the later interview, Zong Xinjue was not mentioned in the battle at all, but that coach Niu danced happily and wished to call himself a successful mentor.

"Then the team won and let you go back?"

Understanding everything from Zong Xinjue's expression, Chu Qianze was happy.

"This prostitution skill is good, I found a face thicker than me."

At this time, the other party seemed a little irritable and began to send messages continuously.

Coach Niu: [I know you saw it. It's not a big deal just to ask you for some information, don't you even want to give it? At any rate, we are also a master and apprentice. I recruited you at the beginning. Now the team is at a critical juncture, you should try your best. ]

Ignoring the man's jumping remarks, Chu Qianze unfolded the screen, leaned back on the back of the chair, and said lazily, "What are you going to do?"

"We don't talk about some or not, just ask you, do you want to give it?"

Zong Xinjue: "I don't want to."

"Okay, I'll take care of the rest, okay?"

Seeing the angry look of the other party, a smile flashed in Zong Xinjue's eyes: "No opinion, you are free."

The other party is still sending messages to show their presence. Chu Qianze tapped twice on the virtual keyboard.

[No, go away. ]

Send a set of dragons to block and delete friends.

The world is quiet, I am happy.

Seeing Zong Xinjue staring at him, Chu Qianze raised an innocent smile, and then he said slowly: "Yeah, I accidentally deleted my friend."

The tone is exaggerated and exaggerated.

Zong Juexin felt that his heart was scratched, and he covered his expression with a fist against his lips. "Actually you don't have to."

Which?

Rejection or block people.

"Just block it, no need to reply." When Zong Xinjue said these words, Chu Qianze was impressed.

"It's directly contemptuous, the number of paragraphs is high." Saying that, he gestured with a thumb.

"In fact, it doesn't matter. The data is classified according to our ability. The situation there is completely different from ours, and the ability is not at the same level. If they really use it, 80% Waterloo." Zong Xinjue pulled back his light brain and continued to process documents slowly.

"I'm just angry, can't I?"

Chu Qianze pulled the corner of his mouth, tilted his upper body, and fell directly to the side, leaning against Zong Xinjue.

"Yes." Zong Xinjue coughed softly. Although I enjoy the maintenance of the other party, there are still some things to say.

"Well, let me show you something."

Chu Qianze raised his eyelids and raised his tail, "Huh?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a light screen appeared in front of him. It was a document file. The name was quite familiar, XYZ team.

He raised his hand and stroked a few times, and Chu Qianze let out a whimper.

Flip back, it is the list of trainees for the xyz team.

"Do you want to expand your team?"

"I want to build a club, and I will need a lot of people. What do you think of these?"

Chu Qianze frowned upon hearing this.

Coach Niu covets your data, here you covet their human resources reserves.

"Is this trying to dig a wall?"

Zong Xinjue said lightly: "The demand for the Xyz team is currently close to saturation, and the possibility of newcomers is not high. These are quite potential, but they have not been discovered yet."

XYZ Club adopts a wide-spread net model. After signing a contract with people, it is a direct stocking style. How it will look in the future depends on personal creation.

"Since they can't be that Bole, at least they don't bury others. It's very irresponsible to be able to play e-sports for a few years, delaying the golden age."

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The golden time of e-sports also happens to be the golden stage of young people's development. They invest it in training and inevitably miss other possibilities.

At that time, the cow coach pulled himself to do training for others, maybe he wanted to save some money, or maybe he had other ideas. The means are not very clever, but they are just what they need.

"Awesome! It's convenient and hassle-free." Chu Qianze flipped the document and yawned.

Zong Xinjue nodded, "Yes, that's the point."

The level of detail in this information appears to have been contrived.

Chu Qianze pondered for a moment: "Should we learn about other clubs?"

Zong Xinjue was stunned and touched his chin: "It can be considered, but the workload is a bit heavy."

"Try it~"

Chu Qianze removed the information, "When this game is over, King will stand at the top of the stage and be known by everyone. At that time, we also have the confidence to compete with other clubs. Look. Which member of the team directly took a photo of our contact information and said, you have been spotted by us, do you want to come to our team? Haha, it feels like a sketch."

Thinking of this, he was poked at the point of laughter and couldn't stop for some reason.

Seeing this person's appearance, Zong Xinjue couldn't help but twitched the corners of his mouth, and even looked forward to it.

Ideas are good, but consider the reality.

"Actually, the risk is quite high. No one can predict what will happen. I may lose all my money."

"Pay it up, if the money doesn't circulate, it will be a piece of waste paper."

Chu Qianze raised his hand and stretched out: "If you go bankrupt, come and warm the bed for me. Others can't be guaranteed, but you can still pack food and shelter."

…warm the bed.

Zong Xinjue's face was slightly hot. "The break is over and we continue our analysis."

"So soon—"

Chu Qianze leaned forward on the table. After two seconds, sit up straight: "Come on, I'm ready."

In fact, Zong Xinjue is also in a hurry, but remembering his training progress...

Let's take it easy during the game, he usually has some self-control, once he starts, he doesn't have the confidence to hold back.

With a light cough, he said, "Let's talk about this—"

The second game of the semi-final was full.

"Welcome to watch, the second game of the semi-finals of the Prosperity League! The team in this competition is the elite assault team—"

"Fight the King!"

Chu Qianze and Zong Xinjue appeared on the big screen, and the moment everyone saw them, cheers and applause resounded throughout the square.

After a brief introduction, the host shook the microphone: "Okay, let's not talk nonsense, the game officially begins!"

At the same time as the system prompt disappeared, Chu Qianze raised his sniper.

The first gunshot opened the game.

Chu Qianze was in charge of the long-range attack, and Zong Xinjue was in charge of the close combat.

The muzzle of the gun was aimed at the enemy, and with the roar, the game came to an end.

[The King team wins! ]

In the third game, the King team won!

"The king team won this round! Congratulations!"

From the top of the mountain to the basin, from the forest to the beach, the playing field is constantly changing. Every time it ends, the two will raise their hands and give a high five, and then raise their hands to the audience. In the auditorium, the number of fans gradually increased, cheering, posters, banners, slogans, flowers...

Every game is a collision of power and a visual feast. Every game is the shouting and carnival of the fans.

"The winner is the King!"

"King! The king!"

"Another victory! King! Tonight is theirs!"

As the race progressed, King, the dark horse, rushed into everyone's field of vision with a strong attitude.

The home page of the forum was gradually slaughtered by King, and the topic building was quickly built into a building.

People keep knowing about this team, and people keep following this team. They watch live broadcasts, watch replays, and even buy tickets to the scene, just to support the two.

King never disappoints fans, it brings victory and goes forward!

Trapped in the animal farm, as the giant shield flew out, the opponent fell.

Chu Qianze walked to Zong Xinjue's side, held his hand, and raised his face in the audience.

"Congratulations to the King team, for entering the finals!!" The host took the lead in cheering, and in the audience, everyone had already stood up, their faces were flushed, and they were desperately waving their hands and waving the flag.

The City of Suspension, an official venue specially created for the finals.

Players continued to appear in the open space. They went online one after another. After looking around, they followed the system instructions and went to the competition venue to prepare to take their seats in advance.

In the waiting area, the teams are arranged in different areas, and they carry out different activities according to their own needs, trying to adjust their state to the best.

In the lounge, Chu Qianze was dealing with the Oreo sundae he ordered. He glanced at Zong Xinjue, who was sitting in a dangerous position beside him, and sent the spoon over. "have a bite?"

Zong Xinjue was frozen, but also calmed down: "Including the opening performance and other activities, we will probably have to wait for a while."

"According to the plan, I understand." Chu Qianze raised the spoon in his hand and made an unknown gesture.

The virtual projection starts and the screen expands. Broadcast the scene to various lounges.

"Hello everyone, this is the scene of the grand finals of the Prosperity League!" The host stood on the floating stage and introduced the process and teams of the competition to everyone.

Each spectator sits in the corresponding seat and waits for the game to start.

[Please go to the prep area. ]

Game panel pop-up instructions.

Chu Qianze fed Zong Xinjue the last mouthful. After choosing to recycle the garbage, he stood up and stretched.

"Let's go." He said to the person next to him.

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