"Isn't it almost interesting to just show off your cooking skills?" Gu Congxin supported his chin with one hand, and really thought about it seriously.

"If you don't feel like it's appealing enough, do you want to show off your cooking skills?" Shibai Road.

"What kind of work?"

Shi Bai pondered for a moment, and said tentatively: "For example, vinegar bricks, fried slippers, braised leather soles?" ”

Gu Congxin: "??? "I suspect you're embarrassing me, and I have proof.

She sneered twice, "I think braised live people may be more interesting, would you like to be my ingredient?" ”

Shi Bai: "......" Sorry for the interruption.

"God fucking braised alive, I even set up a barbecue stand directly in the base." Ji Shaoyi complained: "Then while grilling skewers, I performed Freestyle live for the audience's grandfather." ”

"I even thought of the lyrics." He took a chopstick and tapped it on the edge of the bowl, and began his performance: "Medicine! Medicine! Check Trouble! I said chili pepper, you said you wanted to ......"

With a 'ding', Lang Qiao threw a steel hammer into his empty bowl and interrupted him with a blank face: "Shut up." ”

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Shi Bai gave him a thumbs up on the spot: "As soon as you open your mouth, you will be an old Tianqiao wandering artist......"

The next second, his thumbs up was forcibly pressed down.

Cheng Gong: "Shut up, too." ”

Shi Bai: "......"

The lunch was a lively one, but they still couldn't figure out how to make money.

Seeing that none of them were focused on training, Cheng Gong had to clap his hands and stabilize the army's heart: "Don't think about money for the time being, let's save a little during this time, and it is not a problem to survive until the playoffs." ”

"So, what about after the playoffs?" Tian Luo raised his hand weakly.

"After the playoffs, it's all up to you." Cheng Gong put away his yin and yang weird traditional performing arts, swept his eyes over their faces one by one, and finally said loudly: "If you win the championship, the prize money is 800,000, and you will be directly guaranteed to the PGC Global Finals, your worth will be directly doubled, and you will not worry about sponsors and endorsements next season." ”

"Winning the runner-up, the prize money is 320,000, and you can qualify for the PGC Global Finals.

"Don't ask me why the treatment of champions and runners-up is very different, because in esports, there is no second."

"As for the third runner-up...... Cheng Gong paused, spread his hands helplessly and said, "It's not within our consideration." ”

As for the palace runner-up after the third place, the reward of the fifth, sixth, seventh, eighth, and ninety places is a drop in the bucket for their team.

If they want to revitalize the whole team, they have to create a miracle.

After Cheng Gong's words, the huge restaurant suddenly fell silent.

If it had been a month or two ago, they might have shouted 'I want to win the championship'.

But now, they don't even have the courage to shout it.

Because while they're trying to catch up, the big teams are also trying to move forward.

Trying to catch up with those strong teams that have a few years of roots in a few months is tantamount to a dream.

They have nothing else to do but speed up their pace.

"So, do you know what to do?" Cheng Gong put away the dishes and chopsticks and took the lead into the training room. Ninety-four Good Book Network

All the wicked people who were chattering a few minutes ago quickly packed up their dishes and chopsticks and entered the training match in an orderly manner.

The appearance of drooping his head is well-behaved one by one.

Seeing that, Lang Yan sneered lightly and muttered in a low voice: "Isn't it just money?" Lao Tzu has ......"

Gu Congxin glanced at him: "Then you are voted, watching your wife and sister eat bran vegetables, won't your conscience really hurt?" ”

Lang Yanxin said that I wanted to vote, but my sister who was as upright as a steel pipe refused to ask for it.

Not only didn't want to, but also patted him on the shoulder and said earnestly that money would only corrode her fighting spirit, and sometimes she didn't know how good she was if she didn't push herself.

Well, as soon as you open your mouth, you will have Mr. Lang's inner taste.

Regardless of whether the outside world is positive or negative, all the villain teams have always made steady and slow progress at their own pace.

The regular season standings were up and down, but they climbed from the bottom of the table to the middle of the standings, and even advanced to the playoffs in the final game of the regular season.

This repeated tentative operation on the verge of the playoffs made the players of the other teams sweat for them.

[Win, lie to win: A daily question, has Ji Shen been punished by God today? 】

[Fat Da team, rolling: No! Their team is stuck in last place and has made the cut! 】

[Diamond, Coke: That's great, I don't want to watch the playoffs without him.] 】

[QYER, Ji Shao: ??? 】

[QYER, Ji Shao: I suspect you want to see me punished by God, and I have evidence! 】

[Diamond, Coke: Poof, you've found out.] 】

[Mian Miancai didn't owe money: inside information, the playoffs will invite a commentator who died to be our mysterious guest, I suggest you go and ask him to say 'Ji Shaoyi is a non-chief', keep you from now on in the bombing area sideways, landing a gun don't worry, the airdrop is all chasing you, and the cars you pick up are full of fuel. 】

When he freestyled it this time, they were all moved to lie down and win.

[Win, lie to win: is it really so silky? If I begged him to say that Team Win would lose, would we just win the championship this year? 】

[Fat Da team, rolling: You want to be beautiful, even if the Ritian team is not good, there are still a few of our brothers on top! ] I want to line up behind the championship! 】

[RT, Jiang Xiaosui: Is it because our Qi God can't hold the knife or are you floating? How dare you think about the championship? 】

The naïve elementary school chickens are still playing in the group, but the witty Ji Shaoyi has already quietly opened the private chat window.

[QYER, Ji Shao: The mysterious guest you said about who died of milk can't be You in the KPL league next door, right? ] 】

[Mianmian didn't owe money: Bingo. 】

[Mianmian didn't owe money: It is said that the world champion of the Glory of Kings Division of the Win team was forcibly milked out by his protector milk, and even a foreign player had his finger broken by him, so he asked you if you were fierce! Fierce or not! 】

Ji Shaoyi: "......" is too fierce.

[QYER, Ji Shao: Then the question is, how do I get him to open this mouth? 】

[Mianmian didn't owe money: Then I don't know, why don't you lead your team to win a PCL championship first and advance to the PGC World Finals? 】

Ji Shaoyi: "??? "What the is this magical logic?

[QYER, Ji Shao: And then? 】

[Mian Miancai did not owe money: Then in order to keep the championship in our China division with the greatest probability, the PCL official is likely to invite You to be our Chinese version of the commentator. 】