The boy tugged at the shoulder strap of his backpack: "Who are you?" Do I need to talk to you about this? ”

"Someone who can decide whether you can get into the AF club or not."

"You're the boss?"

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, he didn't hold an umbrella, Wen Qiao looked him up and down: "Let's go in first." ”

Entering the AF club, Brother Dong lay on the railing on the second floor with sleepy eyes as usual.

Because it was the weekend, several boys were training, Wen Qiao asked a few words, and Brother Dong made an OK gesture: "It's all right, don't worry." ”

Wen Qiao pointed to the boy: "There is an interview." ”

Brother Dong walked down the stairs locally, led the people to a small conference room, and sat down side by side with Wen Qiao.

The boy's hair was dripping thinly, and Brother Dong pulled out a tissue: "This kid, don't you have an umbrella?" ”

The boy took the tissue, wiped his head, wiped his face, and then a beautiful parabola, and the tissue was thrown into the trash can in the corner.

Brother Dong raised his eyebrows: "Do you play basketball?" So accurate. ”

The boy smiled and didn't speak.

"Do you have a resume?"

"Nope." It's chic.

"Tell me what it's called, how old it is, and what club I've played at before."

"Gu Xiao, nineteen years old, has just returned from abroad, and is currently returning to university for his freshman year."

Brother Dong: "Reopen the university, a famous school, the highest university in Haicheng." ”

Gu Xiao: "It's okay." ”

Brother Dong: "Your appearance is at least at the level of reopening the school grass, right?" ”

Gu Xiao was expressionless and unwavering: "I don't know, I just came." ”

"What club was you at before?"

"Never been to the club."

Brother Dong frowned slightly: "You are nineteen years old and have never entered the club." ”

"Yes."

"Let's play two rounds and see."

Gu Xiao got up and followed Brother Dong to the second floor, Brother Dong said happily: "It's quite tall, is there 185?" ”

"Almost."

When they entered the training room, the four of them had just finished a game, and Wen Chi pointed at Wen Qiao: "Get me a can of Coke." ”

Wen Qiao raised his eyebrows: "Who to call?" ”

Xia Bai hurriedly got up and walked to the refrigerator: "Brother Chi, I'll take it, I'll take it, who else wants to drink." ”

Several people raised their hands, and Xia Bai took a mention of Coke and distributed it to several people one by one.

Wen Chi saw Gu Xiao and raised his eyebrows: "Are you here for an interview?" ”

Brother Dong patted Wen Chi on the shoulder: "You guys play a game with him, in a single row." ”

When they were playing the game, Wen Qiao stood aside with his arms crossed, watching calmly, until Gu Xiao put on the headphones, picked up the mouse, calmly and easily got the AwM, fired the first shot, and exploded Xia Bai's head, Wen Qiao raised his eyebrows.

Something.

Xia Bai took off his headphones in disbelief, he was underestimated, and he was out.

Wen Chi licked a few airdrops, but he didn't get AwM, only AUG.

The poison circle kept shrinking, and when the battle was stalemate until twenty-five minutes, Yu Zhan was eliminated by Gu Xiao's AWM with a headshot.

The atmosphere suddenly became tense, and Brother Dong already showed a relieved smile.

After waiting for many days, he finally ushered in another player who could play professionally, and he knew that there would always be good seedlings left out in the three major clubs.

It's just that the grade is not too small.

At the age of nineteen, why has he never been in a club before?

Thirty-one minutes, Wen Chimao was on the second floor of the school dormitory, with a six-fold mirror on the assault rifle, just waiting quietly.

And Gu Xiao, who was carrying AWM, drove an off-road vehicle and slowly approached him from a bridge. Mobile phone users please browse and read, and a better reading experience comes from Aiwang.