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Irvine, California, USA.

Blizzard Games Corporate Headquarters.

"Hello everyone, I'm Fang Han."

"Hello everyone, I'm Chen Jie."

In front of a sculpture of Death Knight Arthas at Blizzard's headquarters, Fang Han and Chen Jie stood side by side and greeted the live camera.

"There is still half an hour before the launch of Warcraft 4, and I believe that all War3 players can't wait."

"Yes, today's vice president of the World Demon Federation, free, will also attend this grand War4 press conference."

Fang Han's face flushed with excitement, and he quipped: "Everyone will definitely ask, since the good partner free is here, where did our chairman Mr. TopOne go?" ”

Chen Jie took over the conversation: "Chairman Xiao is in Lausanne, Switzerland at this time, giving a speech on War3's entry into the Olympic Games!" ”

The two couldn't help but glance at each other, and they both felt a little embarrassed in their hearts.

"When the end of June 11 happened four years ago, who dared to think that War3 would one day enter the Olympic Palace?" Fang Han sighed lowly, his words full of admiration.

"Thanks to TopOne and free, he stepped up when the edifice was about to collapse, and led the world demon arena through the biggest crisis in history at a moment when everyone was desperate. And now, War3 has not only washed away the decline, but also hopes to move towards the great goal of 'e-sports entering the Olympics' again! ”

Fang Han's words made many players who paid attention to the live broadcast sigh, and somehow, Chen Jie's expression was a little gloomy, and he sighed softly: "E-sports is in the Olympics...... I wonder if the one in heaven or hell would be very happy if he saw this day? ”

Fang Han was stunned, and subconsciously looked up at the sky.

Two years ago, the former president of the World Demon Federation, Sauron. Carroll, died in prison.

"Yes......"

Lausanne, Switzerland.

IOC Headquarters.

A vote is going on here.

A vote on whether War3 qualifies for the Olympics.

Around the oval wooden table, a group of Olympic Committee officials in suits and leather shoes are seated.

This situation is the same as it was four years ago.

Still, there is something different, because among them is a young Chinese man, who is also dressed in a suit and leather shoes, but his face does not have the slightest depth of a politician or bureaucrat, and his eyes are full of determination and vigor.

"As mentioned above, in terms of competition, spirit, influence and economy, War3 is enough to enter the Olympic Games and become an official event. And, not only War3, but also many esports sports such as StarCraft 2, Heroes of the Storm, Hearthstone, and League of Legends will qualify for the Olympics in the future! ”

Under the shocked gaze of many Olympic Committee officials, Xiao Xin ended his speech and sat down calmly.

In the huge conference room, no one spoke.

This was supposed to be a vote to decide whether War3 could enter the Olympics, and the young president of the World Demon Federation not only talked about War3, but even proposed that other esports games could also be included in the Olympics!

How confident is this young man!?

Everyone looked at each other, and they all felt a hint of surprise and ...... in their eyes Rouse.

"It's time to inject more fresh blood into the Centennial Olympics......

One official raised his hand and said, "I vote yes." ”

"I'm in favor of it too."

Soon, more and more officials raised their hands.

Three hours later, on a flight from Switzerland to Beijing, the flight was set to depart in 10 minutes.

"Husband, congratulations!"

Xiao Xin sat in the first-class cabin, with a laptop on his lap, and the video call on the screen was so clear that even the two little boys and girls behind Zhang Xiaotian who were fighting for toys could see it clearly.

Boys are about three years old, and girls are five or six years old.

"Lele and Xiaoshan are being naughty again?"

Xiao Xin smiled faintly and pointed behind Zhang Xiaotian.

"Lele! Shan! Zhang Xiaotian stroked her forehead hair, turned around and raised her eyebrows.

The two children suddenly quieted down, looking at her tremblingly, Xiao Tian sighed helplessly, waved her hand to the little boy, pointed to Xiao Xin on the screen and said, "Lele, come and call Dad!" ”

"Daddy."

"Uncle Xiao."

Lele and Xiaoshan screamed at Xiao Xin in milky voices, and the two little children started another "toy snatching battle".

Lele is the son of Xiao Xin and Zhang Xiaotian, and Xiaoshan is the daughter of Free.

Zhang Xiaotian turned her head to look at Xiao Xin, her big eyes fluttering.

"Husband, mother-in-law was urging again yesterday...... She also wants to hold another granddaughter......"

Xiao Tian covered her mouth and smiled, delicate and hearty. Four years have passed, and it has not left too many traces on her body. The only difference is that the girl has been upgraded to a hot mom.

"Uh...... Let's wait until the details of War3's entry into the Olympics are finalized. Xiao Xin said with a headache...... He's also at the age when he was born by his parents.

"By the way, Qizai called me just now, saying that before the final of WE, Lao Ling disappeared again......" Xiao Tian hesitated for a moment, and suddenly whispered.

Among the FF team members that year, Qizai has become a super player, winning two world championships in WEG and WC3L, married Lan Rui two years ago, and later the two co-founded the WE team.

And Ah Ming also learned from Xiao Xin's "politics" and became the chairman of the China Demon Federation.

Only Chen Ling...... has never stepped out of the shadow of the year.

In order to prevent Chen Ling from being decadent forever, Qizai invited him to be the coach of the WE team.

Today is the final of the Chinese Warcraft Super League, WE is expected to hit the third consecutive championship, but Chen Ling disappeared on the eve of the final......

Xiao Xin was slightly stunned, and then sighed lightly: "Have you forgotten what day it is today?" ”

Xiao Tian was stunned, and suddenly exclaimed softly, with a gloomy expression: "Today is June 11th...... Cortana's death day. ”

Thousands of miles away in Madrid, Puerta del Sol.

In the very center of the square, there is a special pattern on the ground: on either side of a head, there are two pointers pointing north and south.

Nearby, a tour guide is introducing the guests of the tour group.

"Ladies and gentlemen, this is the famous Kilometer Zero landmark, located in the very heart of the whole city of Madrid, and it represents where everything starts, through the Goddess of the Earth, to Iberia, and even to the whole of Europe!"

Under the introduction of the tour guide, the tourists were amazed and took out their cameras to take pictures of the zero-kilometer landmark.

Suddenly, a cold and slightly hoarse voice sounded suddenly:

"What it really means is to start over!"

When people turned around, they saw an Asian man dressed a little scruffily and with a scruffy beard. This man was originally less than thirty, but he had no energy and was extremely decadent, and he looked inferior to even a drunk man on the street.

"Alright, let's move on to the next attraction." The female guide glanced at the man with disdain and quickly left with the tourists.

Ignoring people's strange gazes, Chen Ling stood in front of the zero-kilometer landmark in a daze.

"I love it because this place means that everything can be restarted...... Zero, if one day I'm gone, come here and find me. ”

Four years ago, a beautiful figure snuggled in his arms, whispering softly.

From then on, on June 11 every year, Chen Ling would always wait here.

Perhaps, there will be a miracle?

Suddenly, he felt a complicated gaze not far away, Chen Ling subconsciously raised his head, and suddenly his body was stunned!