"Father. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info" Fang Shaoyou walked into the study and said to the man who was sitting on the chair, but still gave him the same feeling as a mountain, "When did you come back?" ”

Fang Zheng didn't have any expression on his face, he pointed to the chair in front of him, motioned for Fang Shaoyou to sit down, and said, "Polite words are avoided, tell me what you mean." ”

Fang Shaoyou had no choice but to get straight to the point and said, "I'm here for Yan'er's business." ”

Fang Zheng didn't speak, just continued to look at his son, and motioned for him to continue.

"I hope you can identify with Yan'er's hobby." Fang Shaoyou stared at the bronze statue of Ma Ta Feiyan in front of the desk and said, "Let her keep the collection in her house, so that she can go home and play a game of League of Legends on the weekend." ”

Fang Zheng snorted coldly and said, "You know what I think about this kind of garbage thing, you and she both know it. ”

Fang Shaoyou said: "Yes, since you were a child, you have been sparing no effort to instill in us the concept that games are equal to drugs. But now I don't think you're right. ”

"Huh." Fang Zheng raised his eyebrows and said slowly: "Before educating you, I'll give you a chance to convince me." ”

Play a wave of affection cards first! Fang Shaoyou sat up straight and said in the gentler tone possible, "It's been more than ten years since Yan'er came to our house. ”

"Twelve years." Founder Road.

"Yes, it's been twelve years, and I don't think I'm even six years old at that time." Fang Shaoyou sighed a little, "Do you remember when she just walked into our house?" ”

Although he knew that Fang Shaoyou wanted to play with affection, Fang Zheng still showed a smile on his face, and he said: "Yan'er is very timid, she has been hiding behind Wan'er since she entered the house and refusing to come out, and she even slept with Wan'er for a few days after she first moved in. ”

"yes." Fang Shaoyou also smiled, he also remembered Fang Shaoyan who shrunk most of his body behind his mother, and only showed half of his head to look at everything unfamiliar around him nervously and curiously, "Yan'er has been coming to our house for twelve years. Are you satisfied with her performance? ”

"If you're half as good as her, I'll have peace of mind." Fang Zheng said mercilessly.

"I'm ......" Fang Shaoyou's face turned embarrassed, and then he quickly said: "Yan'er's excellence is obvious to everyone. She excels in studies, is also good at sports, and has been very independent since she was a child, and has never caused any trouble to her family. ”

As he spoke, Fang Shaoyou raised his head, looked directly at Fang Zheng for the first time and said: "In the final analysis, she has actually always cared about our gaze, especially your gaze, so she will work so hard, she will be cautious, and strive to live a perfect life, she doesn't hope that anyone will be proud of her, but just hopes that it won't trouble you!" ”

"So what?" Fang Zheng asked.

"So if it's just a small thing, she won't disobey you. But she quarreled with you for the first time today because of what you called a garbage game, right? When have you ever seen her against your will since you were a child? Doesn't that mean how much she loves League of Legends? You don't go home all year round, and I didn't have a good relationship with her before, but thanks to this game, I was able to communicate with her and finally get to know her again! Fang Shaoyou's voice gradually increased.

"Just two weeks ago, Yan'er's classmates came to the house for a party, and I saw them discussing games with my own eyes, and I saw those girls looking at Yan'er's collection with their eyes shining, and seeing Yan'er's smile from the bottom of my heart! This kind of smile you won't see as a father who doesn't come home once a month! And since I saw it, then I won't let anyone take it! ”

"What about her studies? If you are addicted to this kind of stuff, won't it have any effect on the rest of her? Fang Zheng didn't seem to be moved by Fang Shaoyou's words, and continued.

It's time to come up with evidence! Fang Shaoyou stood up, picked up a bag beside him, and then dumped all the contents on the square table at once.

"What is this?" Fang Zheng asked as he looked at the various small books on the table.

Fang Shaoyou proudly spread out a booklet, each with a big "award" written on it! "It's the most direct proof that the game won't have any impact on her life," he said. This is also the result of her hard work and wants to exchange you for a compliment! ”

After spreading Fang Shaoyan's various awards and certificates all over the table, Fang Shaoyou continued: "You have also seen that room, and you know that it is not an overnight thing for her to like League of Legends. In fact, she started playing the game a year or two ago, but she's been doing a good job of keeping it secret, and I only found out about it recently. But look, has her number of awards been reduced in the past two years? ”

Fang Zheng stared at the award certificate on the table and did not speak.

"If League of Legends is important to her, can make her happy, and doesn't have any negative impact on her life, is there any other reason why you can take it away from her?" Fang Shaoyou propped his hands on the table, facing Fang Zheng's eyes from a distance of half a meter.

At this time, he had finished what he should have said, but there was no clue from Fang Zheng's face, and the two looked at each other quietly, as if the entire study was covered with dark clouds, and the downpour was about to fall.

"Put this matter aside for now." Fang Zheng slowed down and leaned back slightly.

Fang Shaoyou was overjoyed when he heard this, since Fang Zheng was willing to slow down, it meant that there was still room for negotiation, and when the time came, let his mother come over to blow the wind, and then Yan'er's hobby would be seventy or eighty percent sure that it could be saved.

But before he could be happy, a roll of newspaper was thrown on the table.

The first thunderbolt rumbled down from the sky, flashing Fang Shaoyou's little face pale.

"Let's explain this first." Fang Zheng stared at his unsuccessful son and said in a deep voice. Yan University School Newspaper, e-sports edition, the headline reads "Mask Fang Shaoyou strongly leads the Department of Finance to the playoffs!" ”

Fang Shaoyou swallowed his saliva, he withdrew his hands propped up on the square table, and his head slowly lowered. This study has always been Fang Shaoyou's nightmare, silent fear is like a vine, growing silently along the wall, and then slowly, the snake reaches Fang Shaoyou's feet, along his ankles, little by little, winding, contracting, and finally reaching his throat.

"I've also inquired about your recent performance at Yan University." Fang Zheng said: "I am disappointed. ”

Although Fang Shaoyou didn't skip class much, he didn't listen to classes much, his whole mind was on the League of Legends, so the results of the midterm exam were also miserable, and at this time, since Fang Zheng said that he had inquired, he must have known some things about him at school.

Fang Shaoyou was there like a pestle, thinking that today's father's main conversation partner might not be Fang Shaoyan from the beginning, but himself. But until his father threw the newspaper on the desk, he didn't even see the slightest clue! It's ridiculous that I thought I had finally won in front of my father...... The set of performances that he knows with emotion and reason must be ridiculously naïve in his eyes, right?

Do you think you tried your best to finally defeat the big boss, but it turned out to be just a miscellaneous soldier before the big boss?

"What's the matter, don't you justify your actions?" Fang Zheng said.

"I love League of Legends." Fang Shaoyou said in a deep voice: "No, I love this game. So I think in front of League of Legends, everything else can be put aside first. ”

"Are you kidding?" Fang Zheng snorted coldly.

Fang Shaoyou's voice was a little astringent, a little hoarse, and his mouth was unexpectedly dry, as if he had a big mouthful of hot sand, "I'm serious." ”

"So you want to waste four years playing a game?" Fang Zheng already had a faint anger.

Fang Shaoyou took a deep breath, wanting to break free from all the restraints wrapped around him, he mustered up the greatest courage, looked at Fang Zheng's face, looked into his eyes and said, "Not only these four years, I want to dedicate the next ten or twenty years to the League of Legends." I want to be a pro, I want to make it to the LPL, I want to lead my team to the S-Series, I want to win the Olympic gold medal in front of all the people! ”

Fang Zheng didn't expect his son to think so far, he was stunned, and then laughed. He stood up while laughing, walked around to Fang Shaoyou's side from the side of the desk, and raised his hand to slap Fang Shaoyou's face.

This powerful slap came so suddenly, Fang Shaoyou was directly slapped and sat down on the chair. Fang Zheng looked at him condescendingly and said angrily: "How long are you going to be naïve?!" At this age, how can a person who still plays with such idiotic things inherit the Fang family and manage the Fang Group? ”

"Pros? Olympic gold medal? Fang Zheng looked at Fang Shaoyou and became angry, "Not to mention your talent, why are you here to talk about it after only a few months of exposure to this game?" Do you know how many people are daydreaming like you in the Heavenly Dynasty? Do you know how many people have put all their youth into it with such absurd dreams and achieved nothing? ”

Fang Shaoyou wanted to refute, he wanted to tell his father that he was different! Tell him that it is not so unattainable that he wants to become a professional player, in fact, he was once a professional and still stands at the top of the Celestial Empire!

But immediately, he remembered Chen Yuan's father, the poor man who was once the strongest ADC in the domestic keyboard and mouse era, but then failed to transform, will there be a hurdle that he can't overcome? He thought of Wei Shu's words again, remembered that he advised himself not to make himself a "four dislikes", and what really made him breathe was that the failed game just now was still vivid. (To be continued.) )