"Is this, reason collides with the rules?"

After listening to Su Ruiwen's explanation, Meng Luo couldn't help but be a little stunned.

In order to develop esports, many N-level tournaments are not very restrictive in terms of players.

The aim is to give more people the opportunity and more clubs to develop.

Among them, the club does not limit the age, place of birth, gender, and even if you can play, people with disabilities, such as deafness, such as no hands, but can play games with both feet, these can be played, and you have the right to participate in e-sports.

And the situation where free agents who do not have a club are allowed to join the club to play temporarily.

Although it is stated in the rules that it is not allowed, in fact, N-level events in various cities have chosen to ignore this rule for the sake of development.

Yuancheng was the same, so when Meng Luo played today, Su Wei and Shen Qi didn't feel inappropriate.

Who knows, the Blood Demon suddenly killed a horse gun.

This move can be regarded as a real stab against Ming Yu, and there is no way to dodge.

"I'll go and plead with them to see if I can be accommodating!"

Meng Luo clenched his palms and wanted to go out, but was stopped by Su Ruiwen.

"It's useless, we have just pleaded, the rules are there, the referee must maintain it, you don't go to Qixin, the referee team said that it was because of Qixin that we were given twenty minutes."

Knowing what Meng Luo was thinking, Su Ruiwen shook his head gently at him.

"Isn't these twenty minutes just twenty minutes of waiting for death?"

Meng Luo showed a helpless expression, in fact, he also knew that if there were clear rules, it would be useless for anyone to intercede.

The reason why e-sports in this world has developed into the world's number one sport is because of the maintenance of rules.

Whoever it is, must follow this rule.

"Could it be that this is Mingyu's fate?"

Behind Meng Luo, Tiannan sat down on the chair like a dead ash and muttered.

Although he is only a player, and with his talent there will be a lot of clubs to go to in the future.

But when he heard that the club he grew up with, trained and played professionally would be relegated and unable to return to the professional league for three years, he couldn't help but feel heartache.

Three years, for Mingyu, what is the difference between dissolution and dissolution?

"Meng Luo, you don't have to feel guilty, you have done your best, I, thank you very much."

Su Ruiwen bit her lip, she looked at Meng Luo's appearance, and felt distressed for no reason.

Then she took Meng Luo in her arms.

The soft touch was transmitted to Meng Luo's nerve center, and Meng Luo's whole person seemed to pass through with electricity.

After a while, he gently put his hands behind Su Ruiwen's back, and wrapped his arms around his arms.

"It's okay, it's only three years, I can help Mingyu get up again."

When he said this, Meng Luo did not deceive or hesitate.

In this life, he is only less than twenty years old, and he is only twenty-three years old in three years, and he can afford to wait.

With his strength, it is not impossible to return to the league with Ming Yu, and even hit the A-level event, R-level event, and finally set foot on the stage of the S-level event!

In any case, he also has to help the person in his arms, this one.

"No, I don't want to be so selfish."

Su Ruiwen suddenly sat up from his arms and stared at Meng Luo's eyes.

"There's one thing I want to tell you."

"What's the matter?"

Meng Luo was surprised.

"I, in fact, is the tenderness behind Ruiwen."

"Yes, it's you?!!"

Meng Luo froze in place, countless images flashed through his mind like a movie.

I was in a double row with the other party late at night, chatting, and I still remember that in the days when I was rejected by Su Ruiwen, it was the other party who always accompanied and gave warmth.

But I didn't expect that two people turned out to be one person?

"Wenwen?"

Meng Luo looked at Su Ruiwen and tentatively called out the name.

"Hmm."

Su Ruiwen lowered her head, she felt sorry for Meng Luo.

knew that the other party liked her, and she also had a good impression of him, but because of the club, she had to have a relationship with the electric woodpecker, so she had to refuse the other party.

On the Internet, he tried his best to arouse the favor of the other party, and tried his best to pull in the relationship with the other party, and even for a while, Su Ruiwen began to hate himself.

Unexpectedly, the electric woodpecker rejected himself because Meng Luo was rejected by Su Ruiwen at that time, so he couldn't accept another person.

"I see."

Listening to Su Ruiwen finish talking about what happened, Meng Luo smiled bitterly.

I can't complain that he has always felt that the tenderness behind Rui Wen is so attractive to him, and even gives him the same feeling that Su Ruiwen brought him.

It turned out that they were the same person.

"I'm sorry."

Su Ruiwen lowered his head, not daring to look at Meng Luo.

Whether it is a rejection in reality or a use on the Internet, she feels that she should apologize to Meng Luo.

"It's fine."

Meng Luo was silent for a moment, and finally shook his head at her.

As a human being in two lives, everything is like a passing cloud, how can Meng Luo care about these things.

For him, the past is long gone.

Only the people and things at the moment are the most important and should be grasped.

"If I could, I'd rather I hadn't been to that internet café, not an electric woodpecker, and just needed to meet you at school, teach children with your orphanage, and play in the club."

Meng Luo grabbed Su Ruiwen's shoulders with both hands, stared at Yang Jing on the other side, and somehow got the courage to kiss Su Ruiwen's head.

Su Ruiwen did not resist, and quietly accepted the kiss, and she pressed her face against Meng Luo's chest.

This moment, for her, is the quietest and most reassuring moment in the past few months.

subsequently

Meng Luo seemed to think of something.

"Internet café?"

Meng Luo muttered in his mouth.

"Internet café."

Su Ruiwen heard Meng Luo's muttering, and a memory flashed through his mind.

Meng Luo looked at Su Ruiwen's eyes, and he thought of it.

Su Ruiwen also thought of it.

"Call, to Xiaochen!"

Meng Luo urged Su Ruiwen, and Su Ruiwen immediately picked up the mobile phone and hurriedly dialed out!

……

"Brother Lei, over there of the referee team, why do you have to give Ming Yu twenty minutes."

Xiao Chen sat on the chair, playing with the work card hanging on his chest with both hands, full of puzzlement.

"That electric woodpecker is very familiar with Qixin, and the organizer gave Qixin a face, so he gave Mingyu an extra twenty minutes."

Xu Lei shook his head, his face still full of confident smiles.

He didn't mind giving Mingyu twenty more minutes, it didn't matter how long he gave it, because the electric woodpecker was already on the field, even if Mingyu signed the contract now and handed it over, it was useless.

Ming Yu is destined to die!

"Damn, famous people are just different."

Xiao Chen waved his fist and said indignantly.

I just went to the referee team to report it, although it was successful, but the other party's face was very bad, which made him very unhappy.

"It's okay, just win to the end, the rest, it doesn't matter."

Xu Lei got up and patted Xiao Chen's shoulder, and then looked at Guan Xiaoyi.

"Let's go, it's almost time, let's go and listen, Mingyu's last struggle."

(End of chapter)