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The moment these 34 teenagers and girls signed the contract, every second of the next ninety days belonged to Yang Qianye.

A dinner that was unusually sumptuous for them, but Yang Qianye only gave them 10 minutes to enjoy it. These people, who had just jogged for a few hours and lost half their lives, were once again taken by Li Zheng to take a walk after dinner.

Don't! I want to take another bite!

Li Zheng took people for a walk to eat, but Yang Qianye picked up Yu Yumeng from school. Seeing that there were dozens of people outside the villa crawling weakly step by step, Yu Yumeng's cute big eyes blinked, and she couldn't be curious.

Half an hour later, Yang Qianye ended her daily warmth with Yu Yumeng, and next, it was the core training.

Li Zheng led the people back to the villa, and Yang Qianye led them to the hall behind the front desk. A semi-circular row of 40 high-end computers, a large screen, with only one League of Legends icon.

Yang Qianye took the electronic loudspeaker from the side.

"Tell me with the last of your strength! Are you tired? ”

Hearing this, several girls in the alternate fell to the ground without any image. After being tossed for a whole afternoon, can you still have the strength?

"Now, do you see the computer behind me? From left to right, one person, one computer, log in to your own account! ”

Seeing that a group of people were so tired that they were about to collapse, Li Zheng gritted his teeth and took his head, sat down on the first computer on the left, and opened the client to log in to his account.

The computer is not equipped with headphones, nor does it have external speakers.

When these candidates logged on to their accounts one by one, Yang Qianye began to release the first and only training mission tonight.

Now, turn on the custom training mode. Adjust settings, fix heroes, ice shooters! Lock in the starting level for the whole site! No talents, runes, or outfits! Let's start practicing in the middle lane! I need to know how much more you can perform when you're at your most tired! ”

In the custom training mode, players can adjust all the attributes in the game at any time, such as level, money, attack, mana, HP, mana, etc.

After Yang Qianye finished speaking, these candidates were all confused. What is this? I don't understand it at all!

"Li Zheng, project your picture on the big screen, so that these rookies know how to train!" Yang Qianye picked up the loudspeaker and began to taunt unceremoniously, "You guys! I'm disappointed! I'm just beginning to appreciate you! ”

Li Zheng set it up on the computer, and on the huge high-definition screen of more than 200 inches on the wall of the hall, the picture of Li Zheng's computer appeared.

The candidates have learned the same and started their own training one by one, but the training process is indeed extremely inhumane.

The low and poignant base attack power of going out, and the fact that you can't buy equipment yet, low attack and low attack speed let these young summoners know what is called the nightmare of replenishment.

When everyone's game time came to about 10 minutes, except for Li Zhengmian, who barely managed to make up more than 30 soldiers, none of the others exceeded 10.

The whole body was aching and weak, and the uncomfortable feeling hit the brain all the time, destroying the attention of these young summoners who had so hard to concentrate.

Yang Qianye shook his head helplessly, these people, including Li Zheng, they still have a long way to go.

In his previous life, he and his teammates, for the dream of a championship, behind the glamorous and invincible world, it was unimaginable bitterness for ordinary people.

"What the hell! Am I playing with a little kid here? you! ”

Suddenly, a male candidate slammed the mouse in his hand, scolded angrily, and then shook his head and walked out of the hall.

At the front desk, Yu Yumo looked at the surrendered candidate coldly, issued the compensation amount promised in the contract of more than 6,000 yuan, and called a taxi for him.

In the hall, the other candidates look at me, I look at you, and their thoughts are complicated.

yes, what is it? First a run, then a walk, and finally let's replenish the troops like this? You can't make up a few soldiers in ten minutes, is there any point in such training? Training how to leak a knife?

We are here to learn how to be a king, not how to leak a knife!

The three alternates, who had a good relationship with the male alternates who had just left, also left their seats and went to receive their own compensation. There were two men and one woman.

The training continues, ten minutes, thirty minutes, an hour, two hours.

By 9 o'clock in the evening, there were only 7 people left in the hall, five men and two women, and the others gradually chose to give up, their reason telling them that such training was really meaningless.

Hours, the same custom game, the same level of ice that will never change. They really can't imagine that such an act can be called training. At best, it's a child's prank, well, a rich kid's boring prank.

Are we being hoaxed here for 90 days just for that little compensation? Sorry, we have dreams!

With such thoughts, most people left the place, leaving only 7 people.

What do you say about these seven people? They also had the idea of being pranked, but they thought more about Li Zheng.

As a king, as a king brought up by a 14-year-old child, he still sat there, without a trace of complaint, carrying out indescribable mending knife training.

Looking at Li Zheng's expression, there was no trace of irritability, some were just focused. Yes, an extraordinary concentration on such an unimaginable mending.

These seven people decided to believe Li Zheng. Even if it's the end, even if it's the end, it's really just a prank piled up by money. That's only ninety days, isn't it?

No matter how bad it is, you can have a good relationship with a king. The worst thing, there is also a king who is just as pranked as himself, isn't he?

Yang Qianye sat behind a row of computers, and as long as he turned his gaze, he could clearly see the screens of forty computers. He sat here and watched one person after another leave, leaving only the last seven.

Suddenly there was a feeling of absurdity in my heart.

Isn't it too good for yourself?

After ninety days, how many are left? The minimum number of people in a team is 10 people!

The future is too good, the plan is too beautiful, but the reality is so cruel.

"Li Zheng! Take them to rest today. Wake up on time at 6 a.m. tomorrow morning. Yang Qianye endured the loss in her heart and yelled with a loudspeaker.

Back in his room on the second floor of the villa, Yu Yumo had already coaxed Yu Yumeng to sleep, and Yang Qianye washed alone and lay on the cold bed.