This is called a monologue, he is a lone master, not only him, but all those who participate in individual competitions, seventy or eighty percent of them are solo players who don't like to join the guild, and those who have a team basically choose team competitions.

The monologue sighed very much, the last time he was in Licheng, he saw Yang Sheng's registration information, and he was quite surprised in his heart, as expected, the championship of the individual competition was really won by this guy, and he won it with a strong posture of 100% winning rate.

It wasn't long before this guy acquired the only legacy equipment and became the game's most famous master player, the inheritor of the race.

During the meal, the monologue sat down with Yang Sheng and Wu Wenfeng, he was a relatively talkative person, and he was also very enthusiastic, and several people could talk to each other.

"It's really not easy for those of us to live on games, and even now, my family still doesn't understand it." The monologue took a sip of wine, looking a little helpless.

"When I graduated, I found a good job, and the salary during the internship period was quite high, more than 10,000, and then turned regular, about 30,000 or 40,000 a month, in our Licheng, you know, there are 30,000 or 40,000 a month, the job is stable, and it is not very tired, my parents don't know how happy."

"Later, I liked to play games, and when I watched the live broadcast, those so-called professional players were simply my idols, and I heard that people played games casually, and the annual salary was tens of millions."

"I don't play games for money, I just like it, and I make money just to make a living and prove that I can do it, you don't know, my dad knew that after I quit my job and ran to play games, he chased me for eight streets and almost didn't beat me to death."

Speaking of this, the monologue is still a little uneasy.

"You didn't laugh me to death, really?" Wu Wenfeng said with a smile, is it so serious that the guy said, and there are eight streets.

"Brother, I really didn't lie to you, after I resigned, I joined a studio, and gave them gold coins and equipment every day, and I was only more than 3,000 yuan a month, and I had to pay for my own meals, and my dad didn't know where to get the news, he found me in the studio, and he picked up the guy and beat me, I wondered if I was picked up by him, if I didn't run fast, it is estimated that I have been beaten half-paralyzed." Monologue said.

Wu Wenfeng was a little dumbfounded, he hadn't experienced these things, when he was in high school before, he secretly played games, and even stole his family's money to buy game currency.

Yang Sheng understands the monologue very well, because he has also experienced these things, although it is not as exaggerated as this guy's experience, eight streets or something.

"Brother Monologue, are you still in the studio?" Wu Wenfeng asked curiously, he had some impulse to pull people, he had also seen this competition called monologue, although it was not as good as Yang Sheng, but it was much stronger than himself, and his skills were very good, and now he was talking like this, if he could join the guild, Wu Wenfeng would be very happy.

"It's been a long time since I stayed in the studio, those guys are just blindly squeezing, when I played a weapon with a price of 20,000 yuan, and as a result, I was given a commission of 1,000 yuan, I was not convinced, I played a trick with them, and asked for the weapon, saying that there was a boss who wanted to buy it at a high price, and took more than a dozen pieces of equipment with good attributes from the warehouse, and then ran away, I am also kind, and they have been with them for so many years, and the equipment they have played is much more valuable than these, I just charge some interest." The monologue smiled, and every time he thought of this, he unconsciously felt a sense of pleasure.

Even Yang Sheng admires him, this guy is really real.

Several people continued to chat for a while, and Yang Sheng also probably told some of his own experiences, which made both the monologue and Wu Wenfeng sigh.

Especially Wu Wenfeng, Yang Sheng has never told him this, and now when he hears Yang Sheng mention it, he does have a sad feeling in his heart, no wonder he always explained and reminded himself at the beginning, don't be too anxious to expand the number of people in the early stage, before you have no experience, it is very complicated to manage.

"It turns out that the night end brothers also engaged in a studio, let's not mention the past, since we met today, it's fate, come, let's go one." Monologue toasts.

During this period, Wu Wenfeng talked about the problem of the guild, meaning to ask the monologue if he was interested in joining the guild.

"To be honest, it's not that I can't trust you, it's just that after I left the studio, until now, I don't want to add any more studios and guilds, and I don't dislike that your guild is small, even if it's Silver Dawn, I don't want to go, but, everyone is friends, in the future, you can call me casually, as long as I'm online." Monologue said.

Yang Sheng secretly elusive, monologue doesn't like to add guilds and studios, but if it's a team, the number of his team is not much, only a dozen, and if he goes down a large copy in the future, the number of people is simply not enough, Yang Sheng is preparing to pull some strength to say the past, and his character is okay to join the team, the team is just spontaneous, there are no restrictions and levels, presumably he should agree.

But today Yang Sheng is not very easy to speak, wait until the game, Yang Sheng adds his friends, and then ask his opinion.

......

After returning to the room, Wu Wenfeng felt very sorry that he didn't pull the monologue to the guild, although people promised to ask him for help when they needed it, but after all, it was not a guild, and if it always delayed people's time, it was not good, Wu Wenfeng couldn't open his mouth, once or twice was fine, and if there were too many times, it would be too much.

After a few days of competition, a lot of players have been eliminated, and more than half of the players have entered the next stage of selection, and the rest can only wait for next year.

Yang Sheng did not have an unexpected total victory, and so far, he still maintains a 100% win rate.

There will be a match for Yang Sheng tomorrow, so Yang Sheng's opponent list has already been matched in the evening, and he is a thief called the Prodigal Son.

When he saw this name, Yang Sheng was obviously a little surprised, although Yang Sheng didn't watch every game in the past few days, but this guy's game, Yang Sheng seems to have seen one, so he has some impressions, judging from the timing of his shot and his grasp of skills, he is a master.

This kind of master, Yang Sheng can no longer say which is stronger or weaker, he can only see who makes mistakes first, who can seize the opportunity first, and the competition is consciousness.

It is rare to meet a master of the same profession, and Yang Sheng is interested.

Yang Sheng was not arrogant, and after learning about this opponent, he turned out some videos of this guy's previous games, and prepared to analyze this guy's fighting style, move habits, and so on from the video.

"I'm rubbing, this guy called Youyou Prodigal is not simple, just like you, you haven't lost yet, it's all winning." Wu Wenfeng's eyes widened.

And just as the two were about to watch the video of the game, a knock came at the door......