Chapter 870: Lost? Win? 3

The man had short black hair and white face and black eyes.

Sharp and arrogant single eyelids, straight small nose bridge, a dark red noble mole in the corner of the right eye, wearing the famous blue and white uniform, arrogant and arrogant written all over the body.

's extravagant appearance and proud demeanor are like a spoiled young master among the wealthy nobles.

Probably pampered since childhood, this young man's innate arrogance, he looks at you, as if he is looking at a humble pariah.

Mr. Shan raised his eyebrows and said, "Mythical? ”

Zimo clasped his hands in front of his chest, and also saw the black silver uniform on Mr. Shan's body: "It's over?" ”

Mr. Shan's face fell: "Invincible, world, your kid's language was taught by the physical education teacher." ”

"I'm sorry." Zimo looked at Mr. Shan with disgust, and showed his natural aristocratic style, "I have studied in an international school since I was a child, and I have been exposed to aristocratic education, and I have never had the low-level education experience of ordinary people like you. ”

As Mr. Shan guessed, this young man is indeed an out-and-out rich second generation.

Some rich second generations have become glittering local tyrants like Shen Grievance.

Some rich second generations have become talented celebrities like Bai Chen.

Some rich second generations have become a squeamish and arrogant young master like Zimo.

This young man in a blue and white suit with red moles at the corners of his eyes is the top bottom player of the mythical team [Zimo], who is rumored to be a descendant of a wealthy man in the Republic of China, whose family is so rich that he was sent abroad just after birth...

Zimo has a super high talent for games, regardless of the opposition of his family, he joined the famous mythical team with his strength and became one of the team's regular players.

And because of his proud and noble temperament, the spoiled queen's temper, gave him the nickname [Queen Zimo] in private...

"If you don't go abroad, what's the big deal." Mr. Shan snorted coldly, "I don't look as tall as my master, I don't have as handsome as my master, I don't know where I got my confidence." Master, I inherited the 5,000-year-old civilization of China, and shouldered the historical responsibility of carrying forward the traditional Chinese culture, am I proud? ”

Zimo: "... I-"

Before the words could be spoken, he was interrupted by Mr. Shan: "You are Chinese, you don't inherit a good Chinese culture, and you go abroad to send money to foreigners, why don't you go to heaven?" ”

"Master, if you have long been ashamed of your ancestors and ancestors, you don't dare to go back to China in this life, it's useless to stare at your master, no, when you were born, your family was better, what is worth showing off, master, I work two hours a day, I earn a million a month, I am not proud, you eat and drink for nothing, the pride of the family, wool."

Zimo was stunned by the series of words, and his anger froze: "You, you-"

"What's wrong with me, my master, I'm going to play later, I'm too lazy to talk to you, a stinky boy who hasn't grown all the hair, bye you!"

Mr. Shan's mouth is open, and he has never lost to anyone in his life.

The e-sports BB machine, known as the live broadcast industry, speaks without punctuation, and comes as soon as you open your mouth.

After scolding people, he shook his head and left, leaving no clouds.

Zimo Qingjun's face turned red, where did this yellow-haired boy come from! He has been pampered since he was a child, who has scolded him like this?

The more he thought about it, the more angry he became, Zimo gritted his teeth: "Look at how I clean you up when I play!" Yellow-haired boy! ”

The toilet door opened, and the tall and burly Northeast man walked out, saw the angry Zimo, and wondered: "Zi, Zimo, what's wrong with you?" ”

"Nothing! Fishman, when it will be played, why don't you fight that yellow-haired monster! ”

"Okay, I'll listen to you."