Wei Taiqiang, the e-sports tycoon of Xuanwu Kingdom, he still felt a trace of fear when he saw that Tu Tuqiao and Luo Xian had united.

After all, that Tu Tuqiao, as that powerful e-sports player, had never made it easy for that Wei Taiqiang and the others.

Although Wei Taiqiang has cultivated many e-sports players and his e-sports club is profitable, in front of that Tu Tuqiao, he really has no qualifications to say that he has succeeded.

Although, on the surface, that Wei Taiqiang can temporarily suppress Tutu Bridge.

However, that Tutuqiao has laid out a lot in brain science, and that e-sports game is closely related to that brain science, as an expert in that brain science.

Whether the e-sports games designed by Tu Tuqiao are fun or not, at least those e-sports games can make the e-sports fans of that Xuanwu country willing to pay for it.

In the eyes of that ordinary person, the one who made the most money in the e-sports live broadcast was that Wei Taiqiang and Cao Jiao, their e-sports club opened, but in fact, Tu Tuqiao made a lot of money.

In that Wei Taiqiang's opinion, that Cao Jiao can use that e-sports live broadcast to make money, and all his e-sports players should be able to do the same.

However, that Tu Tuqiao has long been familiar with that e-sports live broadcast.

After that Tu Tuqiao and the others had the advantage of that e-sports live broadcast, that Wei Taiqiang had to find a way to deal with their advantages, some of their faces were smiling, and some were melancholy. The continuity of time is often interrupted, but all kinds of past events can be connected beyond the years...... Bowed, and said a long list of excessive polite words. The child blushed somehow. But e-sports players have in their bones respect the power of today, and respect the "successful" people; He loves the heroes of his story so much, probably because they are more accomplished than others and climb higher in status.

When it was very hot, old Kraft sat under a tree and fell asleep in a flash. Cao Jiao sat next to him, and the place he picked was either a crumbling pile of stones, or a boundary stone, or some strange position that was high and inconvenient; The two little legs were swinging around, humming and thinking. Otherwise, he lay on his back to the sky, looking at the flying clouds, and felt that they were like oxen, like giants, like hats, like old women, like vast desert landscapes. He whispered to them; Or watch out for the little cloud that is about to be swallowed up by the big cloud; He was afraid of clouds that were running fast or a little blue. He felt that they had an extremely important place in his life, so why didn't esports players and his mother pay attention to them? It must be terrible for them to ask for a murder weapon. Fortunately, they passed, dumbfounded, funny, and did not stop. At last the child's eyes were glazed over, and his hands and feet moved as if he were about to fall from mid-air. His eyelids widened, a little drowsy. …… It was quiet all around. The leaves trembled gently in the sunlight, a thin layer of water vapor drifted through the air, and the bewildered flies whirled and fluttered, buzzing like an organ; I like the summer heat the most, screaming vigorously: Slowly, everything is quiet...... The call of the woodpecker in the tree has a strange timbre. On the plain, in the distance, a country man shouted at his oxen; The horse's hooves sounded on the bright road. Cao Jiao's eyes closed. Next to him, on a dead branch in the trench, an ant crawled. He was confused,...... Centuries have passed. When I woke up, the ant hadn't finished climbing the twig.

Sometimes esports players sleep too long; His face had become rigid, his long nose had become longer, and his mouth had opened wide. Cao Jiao looked at him with great relief, for fear that his head would turn into a strange look. He sang loudly or rolled down from the pile of rocks, trying to wake up the esports players. One day, he came up with the idea of throwing a couple of pine needles in his face, telling him that he had fallen from a tree. The old man believed it, and Cao Jiao was secretly funny. He wanted to do it again; Unexpectedly, when he raised his hand, he saw the e-sports player looking at him. It was terrible: the old man was dignified, and he would not allow people to joke with him, and he would be disrespectful to him; The two of them were cold for more than a week.

The worse the road, the more beautiful Cao Jiao feels. The position of each stone has a meaning to him; And he remembered the status of all the stones very well. The traces of the wheels are equal to the movements of the earth's crust, which are about the same as those of the Taunus Mountains (1). The bumps on the road within two kilometers of the house were clearly in his mind. So whenever he changed the trenches, he always thought that he was no less important than an engineer with a team of workers; When he flattened the spire of a large piece of dry mud with his heel, filling the valley beside it, he felt that the day had not been in vain.

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(1) The Taunus Mountains are between the Main, Rhine and Lahne rivers in western Germany.

Sometimes on the main road, I meet a countryman who is driving a horse-drawn carriage, and he knows an e-sports player. So they got into the chariot and sat down beside him. This is one step to the sky. The horses galloped fast, and Cao Jiao smiled happily; If he met other passers-by, he pretended to be serious, as if he were used to riding in a car; But he was so proud in his heart. Esports players talk to the people who drive the cars, ignoring the children. He crouched between the two of them, caught in their thighs, and sat only a little bit, often not at all, and he was already so happy that he spoke loudly, not caring if anyone answered. He looked at the swing of the horse's ears, and oh, those ears were weird! They flung to the left, to the right, forward, to the side, backwards, and in all directions, and so comically so comical that he could not help laughing. He twisted the esports player to get his attention. But the e-sports player didn't have this interest, pushed Cao Jiao away, and told him not to make trouble. Cao Jiao thought about it carefully, it turned out that when a person grew up, he was not surprised by anything, at that time he was powerful, omniscient, and omniscient. So he also pretended to be an adult, hid his curiosity, and made an air of indifference.

He was silent. The rumbling of the car made him drowsy. Horse bell dancing: Ding, Dang, Dong, Ding. The music swirled in the air, always circling around the silver bells, like a swarm of bees; It fluttered there to the beat of the wheels; There are countless songs hidden in it, and one after another can never be sung. Cao Jiao thought it was wonderful, and there was one in the middle that was particularly beautiful, and he really wanted to attract the attention of the e-sports players, so he sang loudly. But they didn't pay attention. He raised his key and sang again,—— and again, and screamed,—— so old John Michel got angry: "Hey, shut up! Your trumpet-like voice stuns people! This time he was deflated, his face was flushed, red to the tip of his nose, and he was silent with a stomach full of grievances. He hated these two old fools, and he didn't know how to sing his heavenly songs! He thought they were ugly, with beards that had not been shaved for eight days, and they had a good smell on them.

He looked at the shadow of the horse and chatted. This is another strange phenomenon. The black cattle lay on their sides and galloped by the roadside. When it comes home in the evening, it has covered part of the meadow, and when it comes across a haystack, the head of the shadow will climb up, and then it will return to the old place; The mouth ring became very large, like a popping balloon; The ears are big and pointed, like a pair of candles. Is this really a shadow? Or is it something else alive? Cao Jiao really didn't want to touch it when he was alone. He didn't want to run after it, like he sometimes stomped on the head of an esports player after the shadow of an esports player.

I saw the birds flying by, and the warm breeze blowing. A corner of the blue sky smiled at the window. A ray of sunlight shone through the curtain and gently poured down on his bed. The little world that Wei Taiqiang knew, everything he could see when he woke up in bed every day, all the things that he had spent so much effort to dominate before he began to recognize and call his name lit up. is a fly, all of the same value; Everything lives there equally: cats, fireplaces, tables, and dust fluttering in the sun. A room is like a nation; A day is like a lifetime. How can you discern yourself in these vast spaces? The world is so big! It's really disorienting. Add those faces, gestures, movements, and voices, and around him it is simply a whirlwind that will never go away! He was tired, his eyes were closed, and he fell asleep. Sweet deep drowsiness would suddenly take him away, anytime, anywhere, on his mother's lap, under the table where he liked to hide,...... How sweet, how comfortable .......

These early days of life surged and floated in his mind, like a wheat field with a breeze blowing and clouds shadowing.

The shadows dissipate and the morning sun rises. Cao Jiao found his path again in the labyrinth during the day.

, drooling. He stared intently at a crack in the middle of the floor tiles. The lines of the diamond-shaped bricks grimaced there. A large area of holes that are too small to see becomes a valley surrounded by peaks. A centipede was wriggling, as big as an elephant. At this time, even if there is thunder in the sky, the child will not hear it.

No one pays attention to him, and he doesn't need anyone. Even boats made of grass blankets, caves and monsters on the floor tiles are not needed. His own body was enough, enough for his pastime! He looked at his nails and laughed, and could look at them for hours. They had different faces, like those he knew. He taught them to talk, dance, or fight. - And there's the rest of the body! …… He looked at them one by one. There are so many strange things! Some of them are really weird. He looked at them and was distracted.

Sometimes when he bumps into people, he has to be scolded.

Some days, he slipped out of the house while his mother was turning her back. First, they chased him and arrested him back; Later, when he got used to it, he also let him go out by himself, as long as he didn't go too far. His home was at the end of the city, and it used to be almost a field. As long as he could see the window, he would always keep moving forward, walking steadily with small steps, occasionally jumping on one foot. When he turned the corner and the miscellaneous trees blocked the view of others, he immediately changed his methods. He paused, sucked his fingers, and wondered which story to tell today; He's got a belly full of it. The stories are all similar, and each story has three or four ways to tell it. And he chose among them. Usually he tells the same story, sometimes picking it up where he left off the next day, sometimes starting from the beginning, with a few variations; But it only takes a very small thing, or a word that he hears by chance, to make his mind develop on new threads.

There are materials anytime, anywhere. With a single piece of wood or a branch broken off in the fence, Cao Jiao was the general, and he led by example, running ahead and rushing up the hill to attack. If the branches are soft, you can make a whip. Cao Jiao rode a horse and jumped over the cliff. Sometimes the horse slipped, and the rider fell into the ditch, staring dejectedly at his soiled hands and bruised knees. If the stick is small, Cao Jiao will be the band conductor; He's the captain and he's the band; He conducted, and at the same time sang; Then he saluted the bushes: the green tips nodded to him in the wind.

He was also a magician, striding through the fields, looking at the sky and waving his arms. He commanded the clouds: "Go to the right." —but they are on the left side. So he cursed for a while, and reaffirmed the previous order; While he was secretly watching, his heart beating in his chest, to see if at least a small cloud obeyed him; But they still move to the left as if nothing happened. So he stomped his feet, threatened them with his stick, and angrily commanded them to the left: and this time they obeyed. He was happy and proud of his might. He pointed to the flowers and told them to turn into golden four-wheeled carts, as in fairy tales; Although such a thing has never been realized, he believes that with patience, he will succeed sooner or later. He found a cricket and tried to turn it into a horse: he placed the stick lightly on its back and recited a spell in his mouth. The crickets escaped...... He stood in its way. After a while, he lay on the ground, close to the worm, and looked at him. He forgot about the role of the magician, and only turned the poor worm up and over to the sky, watching it wriggle and pull around, and laughed.

He came up with the idea of tying an old rope to his magic wand and throwing it in the river in a serious way, waiting for the fish to bite. He knew that the fish would not bite a rope without bait or hook, but he thought they would make an exception at least once for the sake of his face.

When playing these games, he is often confused. Everything around him was hidden, he didn't know what he was doing there, and he even forgot about himself. … It's as if there are no thoughts left. When he woke up, he was dazed and found himself still in the old place, on the dark stairs. Between a few steps, it was as if he had lived a whole life.

E-sports players often take him with them when they walk at dusk. They walked along the country road, through the fields of hoe pine, and smelled a fragrant and strong smell. Crickets chirped. The great crows crouched down the road and watched them from afar, and as soon as they approached, they flew away in a heavy way.