" We won?" Boring!"
After ending his conversation with Zhou Wenqian.
Mu Chen, who was already number one in the Korean server, casually played a few games in the national server.
The difficulty was obvious.
It was much easier to play than the Korean server.
Ignoring the countless messages that added him as a friend, Mu Chen turned off his phone and left the computer.
Thinking back to the past ten days, he was only a person who was good at one game.
He was more powerful than the average person, but that was all.
Maybe if he worked hard, he might be able to become a pro player, but he would definitely be a low-level player.
They were mixed up in the secondary league.
Compared to those top pro players, he definitely couldn't.
90 was a threshold.
After binding Fatty Jian.
Mu Chen went home and started to play the game tentatively.
This time, it was amazing.
He had a high gaming talent, his athletic talent had improved from running, and his hands had also been modified to play the piano.
It made the hand speed of pro players who were previously unattainable to them instantly become extremely simple.
It also allowed Mu Chen to use his terrifying strength to conquer the entire alliance in an extremely short period of time.
However, he had no interest in becoming a professional player.
Naturally, he ignored all the invitations and was too lazy to talk to them.
If he hadn't seen Fatty's familiar ID today-Handsome Guy Who Loves to Shower!
In addition, it was already past midnight, so Mu Chen could not be bothered to speak.
"This Little Fatty needs to be taught a lesson!”
Mu Chen muttered, smiled, and prepared to sleep.
He wondered if Xiao Wenqian would bring him breakfast tomorrow.
Maybe not!
After all, he really seemed to be quite infuriating!
At
the same time, the game, the game, the game, the game, the game, the game, and the game.
It was supposed to be the time to fall asleep.
In a base in Shanghai, the lights were brightly lit.
Seven to eight young faces were playing games in front of the computer.
If this was seen by many old antiques and parents…
He didn't sleep at night and only knew how to play games. It was obvious that he was ignorant and incompetent.
However, he was different from the unkempt internet addicted teenagers in internet cafes.
All the youths and youths here were quite wealthy.
At such a young age, he was already a millionaire and an idol to countless young people.
The young man in the middle, who looked more mature than the others, stared at the screen in the lower right corner.
He clicked and confirmed again and again.
Ten minutes later, the young man sighed.
"Why is this Brother Bathing the same as C God?”
A young man wearing a pair of glasses had just taken off his earpiece when he heard the other party's muttering.
The two words that came out of his mouth attracted his gaze even more.
"What is it? C God? Manager, did you meet C God?"
The unusually loud words instantly attracted the attention of the others.
The factory director rolled his eyes at the girl behind him and spread his hands."I met him. He was raised as a pig!"
"Maybe it's time to retire!”
His tone was a little old and desolate.
No one could understand why a 23-year-old young man would behave like this.
However, 23 was already an old age for esports.
Invincible year after year, the top eight of the World Competition had already beaten this once high-spirited young man to the point of suffocation.
If it wasn't for his love for esports.
As a top player with countless fans, he would have retired long ago to earn money.
However, he was facing Mu Chen's powerful suppression today.
After being ignored by Mu Chen and Brother Bathing, the factory manager was a little disheartened for a moment.
Hearing the director's words.
The girl quickly restrained her curiosity about C God and comforted him,"What retirement? Didn't you just lose one round?”
"It's not like we haven't lost before!”
"Besides, it's just Rank. Although C-god is strong, the passersby are strong. It's not like there aren't professionals who are beaten up like dogs.”
The few people beside him also consoled him.
"Yeah, didn't you raise pigs for our junglers before?”
"We lost last year, so we can come back this year.”
"What C God? I don't even know if he's alone. He never speaks.”
The factory manager's expression froze as he shook his head and said,"What do you mean by not alone!"
"I'm afraid the other party doesn't want to talk to us at all!”
"C God spoke just now!”
"With C-god's positioning, awareness, overall vision, and the Hero Pool, he's really not like those passersby who become a dog after entering the professional class.”
The others also comforted themselves.
In the past few days, these professional players had more or less encountered C God.
The other party's powerful dominance simply suffocated them.
However, his cold attitude made many pro players feel uncomfortable.
However, when they heard the factory manager say that C God had spoken, everyone could not hold it in anymore.
The people who were just casually chatting with each other instantly lost their focus on the game.
Everyone asked.
"What's going on? The factory director is joking?
"Yeah, isn't C God mute? You can even talk?"
"What a miracle. What did C God say to you?” " We won?" Boring!"
After ending his conversation with Zhou Wenqian.
Mu Chen, who was already number one in the Korean server, casually played a few games in the national server.
The difficulty was obvious.
It was much easier to play than the Korean server.
Ignoring the countless messages that added him as a friend, Mu Chen turned off his phone and left the computer.
Thinking back to the past ten days, he was only a person who was good at one game.
He was more powerful than the average person, but that was all.
Maybe if he worked hard, he might be able to become a pro player, but he would definitely be a low-level player.
They were mixed up in the secondary league.
Compared to those top pro players, he definitely couldn't.
90 was a threshold.
After binding Fatty Jian.
Mu Chen went home and started to play the game tentatively.
This time, it was amazing.
He had a high gaming talent, his athletic talent had improved from running, and his hands had also been modified to play the piano.
It made the hand speed of pro players who were previously unattainable to them instantly become extremely simple.
It also allowed Mu Chen to use his terrifying strength to conquer the entire alliance in an extremely short period of time.
However, he had no interest in becoming a professional player.
Naturally, he ignored all the invitations and was too lazy to talk to them.
If he hadn't seen Fatty's familiar ID today-Handsome Guy Who Loves to Shower!
In addition, it was already past midnight, so Mu Chen could not be bothered to speak.
"This Little Fatty needs to be taught a lesson!”
Mu Chen muttered, smiled, and prepared to sleep.
He wondered if Xiao Wenqian would bring him breakfast tomorrow.
Maybe not!
After all, he really seemed to be quite infuriating!
At
the same time, the game, the game, the game, the game, the game, the game, and the game.
It was supposed to be the time to fall asleep.
In a base in Shanghai, the lights were brightly lit.
Seven to eight young faces were playing games in front of the computer.
If this was seen by many old antiques and parents…
He didn't sleep at night and only knew how to play games. It was obvious that he was ignorant and incompetent.
However, he was different from the unkempt internet addicted teenagers in internet cafes.
All the youths and youths here were quite wealthy.
At such a young age, he was already a millionaire and an idol to countless young people.
The young man in the middle, who looked more mature than the others, stared at the screen in the lower right corner.
He clicked and confirmed again and again.
Ten minutes later, the young man sighed.
"Why is this Brother Bathing the same as C God?”
A young man wearing a pair of glasses had just taken off his earpiece when he heard the other party's muttering.
The two words that came out of his mouth attracted his gaze even more.
"What is it? C God? Manager, did you meet C God?"
The unusually loud words instantly attracted the attention of the others.
The factory director rolled his eyes at the girl behind him and spread his hands."I met him. He was raised as a pig!"
"Maybe it's time to retire!”
His tone was a little old and desolate.
No one could understand why a 23-year-old young man would behave like this.
However, 23 was already an old age for esports.
Invincible year after year, the top eight of the World Competition had already beaten this once high-spirited young man to the point of suffocation.
If it wasn't for his love for esports.
As a top player with countless fans, he would have retired long ago to earn money.
However, he was facing Mu Chen's powerful suppression today.
After being ignored by Mu Chen and Brother Bathing, the factory manager was a little disheartened for a moment.
Hearing the director's words.
The girl quickly restrained her curiosity about C God and comforted him,"What retirement? Didn't you just lose one round?”
"It's not like we haven't lost before!”
"Besides, it's just Rank. Although C-god is strong, the passersby are strong. It's not like there aren't professionals who are beaten up like dogs.”
The few people beside him also consoled him.
"Yeah, didn't you raise pigs for our junglers before?”
"We lost last year, so we can come back this year.”
"What C God? I don't even know if he's alone. He never speaks.”
The factory manager's expression froze as he shook his head and said,"What do you mean by not alone!"
"I'm afraid the other party doesn't want to talk to us at all!”
"C God spoke just now!”
"With C-god's positioning, awareness, overall vision, and the Hero Pool, he's really not like those passersby who become a dog after entering the professional class.”
The others also comforted themselves.
In the past few days, these professional players had more or less encountered C God.
The other party's powerful dominance simply suffocated them.
However, his cold attitude made many pro players feel uncomfortable.
However, when they heard the factory manager say that C God had spoken, everyone could not hold it in anymore.
The people who were just casually chatting with each other instantly lost their focus on the game.
Everyone asked.
"What's going on? The factory director is joking?
"Yeah, isn't C God mute? You can even talk?"
"What a miracle. What did C God say to you?” " We won?" Boring!"
After ending his conversation with Zhou Wenqian.
Mu Chen, who was already number one in the Korean server, casually played a few games in the national server.
The difficulty was obvious.
It was much easier to play than the Korean server.
Ignoring the countless messages that added him as a friend, Mu Chen turned off his phone and left the computer.
Thinking back to the past ten days, he was only a person who was good at one game.
He was more powerful than the average person, but that was all.
Maybe if he worked hard, he might be able to become a pro player, but he would definitely be a low-level player.
They were mixed up in the secondary league.
Compared to those top pro players, he definitely couldn't.
90 was a threshold.
After binding Fatty Jian.
Mu Chen went home and started to play the game tentatively.
This time, it was amazing.
He had a high gaming talent, his athletic talent had improved from running, and his hands had also been modified to play the piano.
It made the hand speed of pro players who were previously unattainable to them instantly become extremely simple.
It also allowed Mu Chen to use his terrifying strength to conquer the entire alliance in an extremely short period of time.
However, he had no interest in becoming a professional player.
Naturally, he ignored all the invitations and was too lazy to talk to them.
If he hadn't seen Fatty's familiar ID today-Handsome Guy Who Loves to Shower!
In addition, it was already past midnight, so Mu Chen could not be bothered to speak.
"This Little Fatty needs to be taught a lesson!”
Mu Chen muttered, smiled, and prepared to sleep.
He wondered if Xiao Wenqian would bring him breakfast tomorrow.
Maybe not!
After all, he really seemed to be quite infuriating!
At
the same time, the game, the game, the game, the game, the game, the game, and the game.
It was supposed to be the time to fall asleep.
In a base in Shanghai, the lights were brightly lit.
Seven to eight young faces were playing games in front of the computer.
If this was seen by many old antiques and parents…
He didn't sleep at night and only knew how to play games. It was obvious that he was ignorant and incompetent.
However, he was different from the unkempt internet addicted teenagers in internet cafes.
All the youths and youths here were quite wealthy.
At such a young age, he was already a millionaire and an idol to countless young people.
The young man in the middle, who looked more mature than the others, stared at the screen in the lower right corner.
He clicked and confirmed again and again.
Ten minutes later, the young man sighed.
"Why is this Brother Bathing the same as C God?”
A young man wearing a pair of glasses had just taken off his earpiece when he heard the other party's muttering.
The two words that came out of his mouth attracted his gaze even more.
"What is it? C God? Manager, did you meet C God?"
The unusually loud words instantly attracted the attention of the others.
The factory director rolled his eyes at the girl behind him and spread his hands."I met him. He was raised as a pig!"
"Maybe it's time to retire!”
His tone was a little old and desolate.
No one could understand why a 23-year-old young man would behave like this.
However, 23 was already an old age for esports.
Invincible year after year, the top eight of the World Competition had already beaten this once high-spirited young man to the point of suffocation.
If it wasn't for his love for esports.
As a top player with countless fans, he would have retired long ago to earn money.
However, he was facing Mu Chen's powerful suppression today.
After being ignored by Mu Chen and Brother Bathing, the factory manager was a little disheartened for a moment.
Hearing the director's words.
The girl quickly restrained her curiosity about C God and comforted him,"What retirement? Didn't you just lose one round?”
"It's not like we haven't lost before!”
"Besides, it's just Rank. Although C-god is strong, the passersby are strong. It's not like there aren't professionals who are beaten up like dogs.”
The few people beside him also consoled him.
"Yeah, didn't you raise pigs for our junglers before?”
"We lost last year, so we can come back this year.”
"What C God? I don't even know if he's alone. He never speaks.”
The factory manager's expression froze as he shook his head and said,"What do you mean by not alone!"
"I'm afraid the other party doesn't want to talk to us at all!”
"C God spoke just now!”
"With C-god's positioning, awareness, overall vision, and the Hero Pool, he's really not like those passersby who become a dog after entering the professional class.”
The others also comforted themselves.
In the past few days, these professional players had more or less encountered C God.
The other party's powerful dominance simply suffocated them.
However, his cold attitude made many pro players feel uncomfortable.
However, when they heard the factory manager say that C God had spoken, everyone could not hold it in anymore.
The people who were just casually chatting with each other instantly lost their focus on the game.
Everyone asked.
"What's going on? The factory director is joking?
"Yeah, isn't C God mute? You can even talk?"
"What a miracle. What did C God say to you?” " We won?" Boring!"
After ending his conversation with Zhou Wenqian.
Mu Chen, who was already number one in the Korean server, casually played a few games in the national server.
The difficulty was obvious.
It was much easier to play than the Korean server.
Ignoring the countless messages that added him as a friend, Mu Chen turned off his phone and left the computer.
Thinking back to the past ten days, he was only a person who was good at one game.
He was more powerful than the average person, but that was all.
Maybe if he worked hard, he might be able to become a pro player, but he would definitely be a low-level player.
They were mixed up in the secondary league.
Compared to those top pro players, he definitely couldn't.
90 was a threshold.
After binding Fatty Jian.
Mu Chen went home and started to play the game tentatively.
This time, it was amazing.
He had a high gaming talent, his athletic talent had improved from running, and his hands had also been modified to play the piano.
It made the hand speed of pro players who were previously unattainable to them instantly become extremely simple.
It also allowed Mu Chen to use his terrifying strength to conquer the entire alliance in an extremely short period of time.
However, he had no interest in becoming a professional player.
Naturally, he ignored all the invitations and was too lazy to talk to them.
If he hadn't seen Fatty's familiar ID today-Handsome Guy Who Loves to Shower!
In addition, it was already past midnight, so Mu Chen could not be bothered to speak.
"This Little Fatty needs to be taught a lesson!”
Mu Chen muttered, smiled, and prepared to sleep.
He wondered if Xiao Wenqian would bring him breakfast tomorrow.
Maybe not!
After all, he really seemed to be quite infuriating!
At
the same time, the game, the game, the game, the game, the game, the game, and the game.
It was supposed to be the time to fall asleep.
In a base in Shanghai, the lights were brightly lit.
Seven to eight young faces were playing games in front of the computer.
If this was seen by many old antiques and parents…
He didn't sleep at night and only knew how to play games. It was obvious that he was ignorant and incompetent.
However, he was different from the unkempt internet addicted teenagers in internet cafes.
All the youths and youths here were quite wealthy.
At such a young age, he was already a millionaire and an idol to countless young people.
The young man in the middle, who looked more mature than the others, stared at the screen in the lower right corner.
He clicked and confirmed again and again.
Ten minutes later, the young man sighed.
"Why is this Brother Bathing the same as C God?”
A young man wearing a pair of glasses had just taken off his earpiece when he heard the other party's muttering.
The two words that came out of his mouth attracted his gaze even more.
"What is it? C God? Manager, did you meet C God?"
The unusually loud words instantly attracted the attention of the others.
The factory director rolled his eyes at the girl behind him and spread his hands."I met him. He was raised as a pig!"
"Maybe it's time to retire!”
His tone was a little old and desolate.
No one could understand why a 23-year-old young man would behave like this.
However, 23 was already an old age for esports.
Invincible year after year, the top eight of the World Competition had already beaten this once high-spirited young man to the point of suffocation.
If it wasn't for his love for esports.
As a top player with countless fans, he would have retired long ago to earn money.
However, he was facing Mu Chen's powerful suppression today.
After being ignored by Mu Chen and Brother Bathing, the factory manager was a little disheartened for a moment.
Hearing the director's words.
The girl quickly restrained her curiosity about C God and comforted him,"What retirement? Didn't you just lose one round?”
"It's not like we haven't lost before!”
"Besides, it's just Rank. Although C-god is strong, the passersby are strong. It's not like there aren't professionals who are beaten up like dogs.”
The few people beside him also consoled him.
"Yeah, didn't you raise pigs for our junglers before?”
"We lost last year, so we can come back this year.”
"What C God? I don't even know if he's alone. He never speaks.”
The factory manager's expression froze as he shook his head and said,"What do you mean by not alone!"
"I'm afraid the other party doesn't want to talk to us at all!”
"C God spoke just now!”
"With C-god's positioning, awareness, overall vision, and the Hero Pool, he's really not like those passersby who become a dog after entering the professional class.”
The others also comforted themselves.
In the past few days, these professional players had more or less encountered C God.
The other party's powerful dominance simply suffocated them.
However, his cold attitude made many pro players feel uncomfortable.
However, when they heard the factory manager say that C God had spoken, everyone could not hold it in anymore.
The people who were just casually chatting with each other instantly lost their focus on the game.
Everyone asked.
"What's going on? The factory director is joking?
"Yeah, isn't C God mute? You can even talk?"
"What a miracle. What did C God say to you?”
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