Kyoto City is located in the central region of the country, where the economy is thriving and the development of esports is at the forefront.

Airplanes from all over the country swept through the sky, and people flocked to the sky with all sorts of expectations and dreams.

In the central square of the city, the big screen continuously reports the news of the Glory of Kings College Competition-National Finals.

The host spoke clearly and softly: "After a series of strict screenings, five strong teams from five major regions of the country are gradually gathering in Kyoto. This competition is jointly organized by the official Honor of Kings and Tianyu Group, and strives to expand the influence of e-sports games through college competitions. To this end, we specially interviewed Mr. Wang Boren, chairman of Tianyu Group. ”

Pedestrians walk back and forth on the city road, and the stream is endless.

Many people stopped and stood up, looking up at the big screen in the center of the square.

"That's the chairman of Tianyu Group?"

"I heard that most of the country's e-sports industry is controlled by him."

"This kind of blood-sucking capitalist, playing the chess pieces of e-sports, crazy circle money, I don't know how many young people have been harmed."

"Shhh

...

On the big screen, the middle-aged man in a well-dressed suit who was over forty years old nodded gently to the host and said slowly:

"This time, I am honored to jointly hold the national competition with the official, firstly, in order to promote the development of the Honor of Kings game, and secondly, to select suitable seedlings for the star professional arena. I believe that the most outstanding genius must come from the people. ”

After a pause, the mild-eyed and shrewd chairman had a cold edge hidden in his eyes:

"These five teams will definitely surprise me."

...

At Kyoto Airport, the silver wings slowly landed.

The exit of the airport is full of people and orderly.

"Kyoto, it's been a long time since I've been back, and I accidentally got into the sand when I left." Mr. Shan stretched his waist, because he was wearing a black mask and his voice was urning.

immediately splashed him with cold water: "Back then, someone cried so much that he made people's silent clothes full of snot. ”

Mr. Shan's ears turned red, and he pulled his silent sleeve: "That's the eye into the sand!" The young master never sheds tears, and he is silent, right? ”

Silent nodded: "Hmm." ”

immediately rolled his eyes and muttered, "Show off a yarn." ”

Having said that, the past is vividly vivid, and memories are welling up in front of their eyes.

Three years ago, everyone left with infinite disappointment and frustration.

Three years later, I was filled with emotion when I set foot on this land again.

Chu Xiaoxi was wearing a white down jacket and obediently followed Lu Zuoyu, looking back and forth curiously with clear eyes.

There were a lot of people at the airport, and in order to prevent Chu Xiaoxi from getting lost, Lu Zuoyu deliberately took her hand and led her all the way.

Chu Xiaoxi blinked, and saw a bunch of young people holding signs not far away, who seemed to be fans of the pick-up plane, so he asked, "Mr. Shan, are those your Shanjiajun?" ”

In the south, the popular anchor Xiaoshan always attends some live events.

With its super popularity, a large number of Shanjiajun will be picked up at the airport to take a group photo.

Mr. Shan's eyebrows were crooked, and he said: "I didn't expect that the master still has such a great influence in the northern live broadcast industry——"

As soon as the words fell, the fans over there suddenly screamed, and five young people in beige uniforms appeared.

The young man led by him got a trendy hairstyle with a big back comb, a black cool guitar, black headphones, and a cool and handsome trendy leather jacket.

The friends behind him are all rugged men in the Northeast, so he is even more handsome and compelling.