Chapter Twenty-Seven: It's a long-lost war spirit!
"Let's get down to business, run in for a while, and arrive at the base at noon tomorrow, give me some spirit." Ling Ye typed unhurriedly, "Put away your puppets, snacks, and small hairpins for me." ”
"Xiao Haika Qiuyan's lifeline, if he doesn't let him die, aren't you afraid that the third floor of our base will fall to death?" Zhong Qi looked at Qiu Yan, who was sleeping on the side, and got up to cover him with a thin quilt that had been kicked open.
Yu Xuan: "Don't make a noise about signing people, I'll build momentum." "He doesn't know much about games, he was dug up by Ling Ye at a high price, and the abacus in his head crackles every day, all of them are in the entertainment industry, but WIN's appearance is on the high side, and there is a handsome captain who breaks the sky, just do it, this hot search is there.
"Don't mess around, wait a minute, isn't there an academy match the day after tomorrow? Register anonymously. "Ling Ye usually doesn't pay much attention to newcomers, the child is troublesome and difficult, and he can't bear it at every turn, and the poor person is like a puppy that no one wants.
So usually these are trivial matters because of the person who is dealt with by Xuan, and his three-inch incorruptible tongue is also the capital that Ling Ye chose him in the first place, and he can stimulate the child's fighting spirit in two or three sentences, which Ling Ye was impressed by him.
But this time, he hoped that he would come by himself, when he was at the airport, Ling Ye saw her serious attitude towards her opponent, she was very stable and would take care of her teammates, and she had a good mentality and would not collapse easily.
The most important thing is that when Shan Xi was solo with that person, he stimulated his long-lost fighting spirit!
It's the will to fight! Just like on the playing field, the heart-warming keyboard sound, the powerful opponent, although there are no cheers, no commentary, even just in the noisy airport, he can still feel that it is what he has always wanted, what he wants, naked fighting spirit!
"It's okay or not, don't lose our WIN's face by signing up anonymously, and try her true strength by the way." Yu Xuan and Ling Ye's thinking direction was not on the same line at all.
Ling Ye didn't bother to type anymore in the face of this group of people with low IQ, turned off the computer, and then took a closer look at the apartment.
The reason why Shan Xi was terminated by OTM has not yet been found, and the information given to him by Yu Xuan said that it was an executive. That executive was so blind that he drove the core of the team away?
This shows that it is not the reason why he can't say it by himself, or that there are people behind him, and his power is not low.
At least it was something that Yu Xuan couldn't touch
This apartment didn't have the atmosphere of wanting to live permanently at all, and after seeing Shan Xi's love for games at his house, Ling Ye felt more and more that the reason for the termination belonged to the latter!
He pursed his lips and typed Yu Xuan: "Go and find out why Shan Xi was terminated." ”
Ling Ye thought for a while, and added another sentence at the end: "It's okay to use my reputation, don't make a noise." ”
Yu Xuan, who was humming and cutting fruit for the team members to improve their food, almost didn't cut his fingers, blinked his eyes again and looked at the notes carefully, this is right, it is Ling Ye.
"What, what's wrong?" Yu Xuan has been nervous about the identities behind the team members over the years, and he can't help but think a lot when there is a little wind and grass.
"Just check it out."
Yu Xuan reluctantly accepted this task, put the cut fruit on a plate, squeezed a circle of salad dressing, and inserted a few toothpicks. "Okay, young master."
The background of the single is quite ordinary, the kind that can't be found in a circle of youth students, it's nothing more than dropping out of school halfway to play e-sports and falling out with the family.
Ling Ye pinched the bridge of his nose tiredly, his black eyes had long lost the light of standing on the podium, and the right hand of the god that was well known to outsiders in the circle was no longer what it used to be.
But Shan Xi brought him hope, like a fire that quickly burned all over his body, and there was a tendency to be fierce.
It never stops.