After winning the second three points, public opinion on the Internet turned again, and everyone who can blow it will be beaten up if they can't.

Even a few stickers are thriving, after all, they crushed the powerful team IG and got three points, so they have a certain degree of persuasion.

"What kind of stinky fish and rotten shrimp are they, they actually make the fans of Tiantuan orgasm like this!"

A post that is not afraid of the trend has just appeared, and in an instant it seems to be targeted by a hungry wolf, and everyone replies frantically.

"Excuse me, do you want experience or mom series?"

"IG is all stinky fish and rotten shrimp, look at the strength of IG this season."

"The dog son didn't jump, you anti-string mongrel jumped something."

"There's something to do, brother, but don't delay you from sending your mother."

"After the return of all OMG, I think LGD and EDG can stop this strength now, and it depends on what OMG recovers."

"I feel that this LPL has a good chance, after all, our penultimate ones have abused the first OGN one, if I don't win the championship this time, I'll chop my cock live."

"I hope every year, but I don't have much hope, and this year is still the case, as evidenced."

Gradually, the building began to be crooked, and everyone entered the World Championship discussion stage again.

Zheng Qian shook his head, and sure enough, this kind of atmosphere appeared, and many people began to swell, especially after E defeated Huya, although he lost to TSM 3-0 in the final, it was not hindered by the appreciation of the Chinese people.

After all, in this season, there is only one opponent in the LPL, and that is OGN (LCK!). ）

Sitting in the taxi, Zheng Qian continued to scroll through Weibo, then turned off his mobile phone and began to close his eyes to recuperate.

After playing IG, the team took a day off, and at this time he also received a call, which was from Xi Qianqian.

I don't know how this little girl suddenly remembered herself and invited him to play in a nightclub.

As a professional player, you should actually try not to get alcohol, alcohol affects reaction speed and brain, but Zheng Qian is an exception, he completely relies on plug-ins, so he is very open to drinking.

And the bar that the little girl invited to go to is relatively high-quality, belonging to a kind of underground music, and its name is Arkha. (Remove a letter for fear of infringement)

The characteristic of this bar is that it is cheap, and there are almost no booths, only a large dance floor, and the people who come here are relatively high-quality, and the appearance is generally high, not to mention that there are many foreigners.

Xi Qianqian pulled a bunch of words on the phone, and Zheng Qian didn't understand the difference between these nightclubs, anyway, it was a nightclub that didn't run.

He didn't dress up deliberately, although he has been more angry recently, he still doesn't want to risk the dedication of being discovered by his sister to do something in a nightclub.

It was already close to the second day, so when Zheng Qian arrived, he could hear a deafening roar from outside the door.

"There are a lot of lonely men and women." Zheng Qian shook his head helplessly: "After all, not everyone is as good-looking as me, and they are still ...... gold."

There was a feeling of beauty in his heart, but he suddenly remembered something when he was in the car, whether it was time to give himself a car to play, and the young man didn't seem to be able to say anything if he didn't have a car.

Another local tyrant in the team will buy a 911 Carrera S in the future, but Zheng Qian is completely indifferent to that car, he prefers harder off-roading.

In particular, Ford's F150 is more in line with his taste, but thinking about buying an American farm car in the city always feels indescribable.

After thinking about it for a long time and not figuring out what car to buy, Zheng Qian had already stepped into Arkha.

Arkha's profile on Weibo is a famous underground warehouse in Shanghai, the scene of avant-garde, indie music.

A lot of people with unique tastes and niche people gather here, and you can even see a lot of artists, so the mystery here also attracts many people.

The doorway of Arkha is very ordinary, like the doorway of a warehouse, and the faint blue door number has a mysterious atmosphere against the background of the cement texture.

There were a lot of people at the door, Zheng Qian was a little uncomfortable when he saw the crowd of people, although he faced more spectators in the competition, but the close contact with so many people was when he was doing radio gymnastics at school.

I pressed the cap on my head, and by the way, I also put on the hood of my sweatshirt.

He went out and wore it very casually, a black sweatshirt with a row of red letters on the chest, a light-colored distressed denim jacket on his jacket, and a pair of loose pants with a slight hip-hop feeling on his pants, and the AJ1 slam dunk color on his feet, I don't know if it is genuine Zheng Qian.

But the extra points of height and long legs still make many people look sideways, and he is afraid of being recognized, so he can only shrink in the corner as much as possible.

The call went out, and soon Xi Qianqian was connected, but the noisy sound was obviously in the scene, but since the call had passed, she must be able to come out soon.

Looking left and right, there are indeed many foreigners, because Arkha is most famous for this bar because he will invite many famous foreign DJs to perform, which will be interspersed with some rap stars, so the audience of the bar is quite wide.

"This ......"

The door was quiet, and a small figure appeared in the doorway, jumping and waving.

Zheng Qian also waved his hand and walked over, just when he arrived at Xi Qianqian's side, he didn't expect her to hang on his arm like a koala.

The height difference between the two is very cute, and Xi Qianqian is only in her early sixties of one meter, and the difference of thirty centimeters makes the two look more like father and daughter.

"Master, get rid of one thing." Xi Qianqian's eyes sparkled brightly in the light, but the corners of her mouth were tense, obviously holding back something.

"Oh, no." Zheng Qian is very decisive, he doesn't want to hear what the hell is going on, this age is in this kind of place, that is, those bullshit things, he doesn't have time to participate in this childish game.

But looking at Xi Qianqian's appearance, he also knew why the bar would let her in.

She painted Avril's smoky, innocent face that looked dusty, but it had the sense of a little witch.

Zheng Qian is not a typical straight man, he has no prejudice against makeup, makeup is a means, everyone wants to be beautiful and loved, but God will eventually favor some people and snub some people, so these means are more enough to improve the self-confidence and destiny of some women, why not.

So he has a little contempt for many straight men who spray makeup on the Internet, please shave your beard, clean up the oil on your face and the smell of your body before talking, okay? There is still a minimum of respect when talking to people.

"Huh?"

Xi Qianqian didn't expect that her routine would be rejected before she could say it, she was completely loveless, and she even wanted to turn around and leave.

However, Zheng Qian didn't give her a chance, and directly dragged her arm into the bar.