At noon the next day, when Zhou was still at home and meditating on what TV series to film, Miss Han actually came back, still carrying a big paper bag in her hand.

"Han Yuyun, don't you have to clock in after work! It's really sad for your unit to have an employee like you!"

A roll of the eyes flicked over, and then she slammed the paper bag on the table: "Here you go!"

"How embarrassing this is!"

But he didn't look embarrassed at all, so he quickly took the bag and looked through it.

"Suit, why do you give me this? I have it!"

The fat guy took out a suit from the bag and said.

"That Tiger men's suit in your cabinet?"

If Tiger's general manager, Chen Shaoxiong, knew that his things were disliked like this, I don't know if he would want to cry.

"How did you come up with the idea of buying me clothes. ”

The fat brother asked while gesturing with his clothes.

"You can't go to the event tonight in shorts, T-shirts, flip-flops, do you? ”

"Tsk, you've been so good to me! I'm so ...... Why don't I make a personal promise?"

A shy look saw that the fat brother's soul was about to be lost.

In the end, nothing happened, and the Korean Yuyun unit still had something to deal with, and the fat brother could only sit at the head of the bed alone and complained......

I didn't even kiss my mouth, this failed life!

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"Hello CS fans in the live broadcast room, it's 7:12 in the afternoon, and there are 18 minutes left to start the peak showdown of the first Greater China CS King Tournament, who will be the king, let's wait and see!"

"Hello everyone, the anchor has now entered the venue of the pinnacle competition, you can see that the scene is already full, I estimate that there should be more than 2,000 people tonight......"

"The number of fans of the two teams of God of War and Huaxia Praetorian Guard is almost comparable, and now there are even viewers who have brought fluorescent panels, let's interview ...... casually."

A large number of anchors all mixed in to rub the heat, and they were all broadcasting live to the sailors in their live broadcast room.

In this world, this is the first time that so many game enthusiasts have gathered because of a game, and a lot of related industries have been derived as a result, promoting the transition of CS players from amateur to semi-professional.

Therefore, the people who are focused on this pinnacle game at this time are not only CS enthusiasts and fans, but also peers in the domestic game industry, who all want to know where Xinghuo will go!

The sky outside has darkened, the brilliant chasing lights are roaming around the venue, and several high-definition cameras have already been set up, this is not the media, but Xinghuo himself found someone to come and shoot it, wanting to record this moment.

Zhou Bu and Ou Zhengqing, who was wearing a hat and mask, sat in the third row, because the distance between here and the three large LED screens on the left and right and in front was just right.

"You're pretty decent!"

Ou Zhengqing whispered.

"It's not decent, it's called a king!"

The fat brother said arrogantly, and the Korean Yunyan on his right hand had a disgusted expression.

After the ten computers with the logo of the watermelon network on the stage were powered on, each team sent someone to check the equipment one by one, and of course, they would confirm the equipment again after a while.

At 7:30, all the lights in the stadium suddenly went out, causing a burst of exclamations.

Immediately afterwards, the three huge LED screens in the field lit up with the LOGO of Spark Games, and a burst of majestic music sounded, and then the female voice part immediately followed, and immediately firmly grabbed the ears of everyone in the field!

This is the "original" of the fat brother again, inspired by For The Win in the previous life.

As the tragic female voice sounded, the picture also switched to some wonderful shots that appeared in this King's Cup match, and every few seconds a shot flashed densely filled with the names of the participating teams, but each time the names on it were decreasing.

The music is getting faster and faster, the fighting is getting more and more intense, the names are decreasing faster and faster, and when the last eight teams are left, there are already defeated players crying on the spot!

A heavy drum beat was heard on the stereo, and all sounds suddenly stopped, and the picture froze on the names of the last two remaining teams.

Mars!

Chinese Praetorian Guard!

"Bang bang bang!"

"God of War, God of War!

"Huaxia Guard, reigning in the world!"

While the audience below was applauding desperately, there were also supporters of some teams desperately shouting slogans, holding fluorescent boards and waving flags for their respective teams.

"Ladies and gentlemen, dear players, good evening, welcome to the pinnacle of the Counter-Strike King Tournament in the Greater China Region, I am the host Lingling, first of all, I would like to thank Xigua Network for its strong support for this event, and secondly, I would like to thank all of you here and players and friends who can't come in person, with your support to have today's shocking event, I hope you ......"

When the host on the stage was talking, Han Yuyun quietly reached out and pinched the fat brother who was stupid and couldn't close his mouth, and said viciously: "I like to look low-cut?"

How do you want me to answer this?! This Nima is a proposition!

The obscene expression on the fat brother's face was closed, and he said seriously: "I was just thinking, if you wear this dress, you will definitely look ten thousand times better than her!"

"Hmph!

Miss Han snorted lightly, but the corners of her mouth hooked a slight smile, turned her head and continued to look at the stage, her left hand seemed to "accidentally" pass through Zhou Ran's arm, half leaning on his arm.

"Let's invite today's two teams with the warmest applause!"

The audience below shouted harder, the fat brother was caught in the middle and only felt that the noise made his head feel distressed, and what was even more outrageous was that Ou Zhengqing next to him was also shouting "Praetorian Guards" with all his might!

Both teams wore uniform clothing, with the Counter-Strike Tournament on the front, a Spark logo on the left chest, and the names of their respective teams and players on the back, as well as ...... The LOGO of the watermelon network, who calls people is the gold owner.

After a brief interview with the captains of the two teams, the host quickly returned to their respective positions and checked the computers, keyboards and mice, and headphones one last time.

It's still the Desert 2 map, the captains on both sides toss coins, the Praetorian Guard first got the Counter-Strike, and the layman looks at the excitement, but Zhou Ran can see that they cooperate no worse than Xinghuo, no matter how good they are, at least in terms of consciousness, they are already the best he has ever seen in his life!

The fat brother was frowning slightly as he watched the two teams fighting on the big screen, when a familiar fragrance suddenly came from his nose.

Looking sideways slightly, Han Yuyun didn't know when his little head was leaning on his shoulder, and his upper and lower eyelids were already fighting.

Han Yuyun had a busy day today, and she went to get clothes and deliver clothes to Zhou Ran, and she had to go back to the unit to continue working after finishing her work, and she was not very interested in this kind of game, and the cheers of the audience became a hypnotic comedy in her ears.

The hair that ran out secretly made Zhou Ran's face itch, and there was a soft touch on his arm, plus the fragrance, and the fat brother's thoughts began to deviate.

What was going on on stage, who killed whom, he didn't care at all......