"Championship …"
"Bah!"
Hearing Wang Yu's words, the audience raised their middle fingers in unison.
What a bunch of shameless bastards. They only relied on crafty schemes to accidentally enter the professional competition group. Did they really think that professional experts were just there to eat rice?
The despicable methods you guys are using are all leftovers from the pro players back in the day. A bunch of shameless bastards.
…
In the gaming circle, professional leagues still attracted a lot of attention. After all, professional players did not usually show their faces. They only showed their faces during professional leagues.
Not all players had the capital to watch the game live, so every time there was a professional league, the players in the game would stay in front of the computer to watch the live broadcast.
This was the power of idols …
Now in the game, every main city had a public arena. In the holographic mode, there was not much difference between watching the game in the public arena and watching it live.
Of course, as a company that created games with all its heart, Longteng Company would naturally not give up this opportunity to make money. Tickets to the public arena were also required, but compared to the high ticket prices in the live arena, it was much cheaper.
But the players did not think so. Since everyone paid to watch the live broadcast, the competition team should at least let them get their tickets back.
The shameless bastards of Quanzhen not only affected the game experience of their opponents but also seriously affected the audience's viewing experience.
As soon as the game was over, everyone clamored for a refund from Longteng Company.
As the saying went, the final right of explanation belonged to Longteng Company. Naturally, it was impossible for them to refund the money. They just wanted to tell everyone that the result of the game had something to do with the organizer …
So the players made a fuss on the forum. As the initiator, Quanzhen also became the target of public criticism.
Overnight, Quanzhen became popular in the major game boards of Rebirth.
Even the players who used to play online games as single-player games had heard of the notoriety of Quanzhen.
Of course, the people of Quanzhen did not care about these false reputations. At this time, they had won the championship of the amateur group and were invited by Comrade Old Cow to eat together.
Not only the martial arts legends, but also the group of Pure Ice and Pure Jade, who had been humiliated by Quanzhen today.
Fifty to sixty people sat together. It was a very strange scene.
Old Cow's intention was very simple. He wanted to treat everyone to a meal. Other than celebrating Quanzhen's first championship, the most important thing was to let Crystal Pure Jade and the others sit down and get to know Wang Yu and the others, and not to worry about today's competition.
Confucius once said, "Are you still young if you are not frivolous?"
After all, they were all hot-blooded youngsters from martial arts families. If they suffered losses in the arena, it was inevitable that they would make up for it outside the arena.
Wang Yu wasn't afraid, but Wang Yu's friends were just a bunch of weak, ordinary people without the protection of the game.
Everyone ate together and talked things over. They were all friends in the future, so naturally, there wouldn't be any accidents.
Actually, Clear Ice, Clear Jade, and Nian Liuyun all came from big clans and received good education. Although they were proud and aloof, they weren't insensible people. They accepted their loss this time and didn't have any other thoughts.
Now, with Wang Yu and his father, the two future leaders of the Kung Fu circle, making peace, even if they couldn't calm their resentment, they immediately expressed their stance.
As for the others, such as Ji Shisan, who had evil intentions, of course, didn't dare to provoke the Wang family, a leading force in the Kung Fu circle, so they could only swallow their anger.
After the meal, everyone shook hands and made peace. The worries of the Quanzhen people also dissipated.
It couldn't be helped. No matter how fiercely the online players shouted, the keyboard warriors only dared to speak up. But for this group of people who played Kung Fu, no one had any confidence.
It was already late at night when they returned to the hotel.
It was raining outside.
The rainy night in Linhai City was very beautiful.
Wang Yu stood in front of the window, hugging Mu Zixian's waist. He looked at the outside world through the glass, and his heart was full of emotions.
A year ago, when Wang Yu left home, it was also raining in this season.
The difference was that at that time, Wang Yu was still a canary that had just been released from the cage. He didn't need to worry about survival, and he didn't have the slightest bit of freedom. Wang Yu's heart was at a loss, and he felt lost in life.
In this year, Wang Yu had tasted too much pain, and he also gained a lot of emotions.
Friendship, love, family … all of these were never contradictory. Everything depended on one's own efforts.
Especially Mu Zixian, who taught Wang Yu how to survive, taught Wang Yu how to love others, and taught Wang Yu how to adapt to this prosperous and strange world.
Perhaps in the near future, Wang Yu would return home and become the successor. But at that time, even if his life trajectory was the same as before, Wang Yu wouldn't be the canary of the past.
A bird should look to the sky, shouldn't it?
"It's been a year!" Wang Yu said lightly.
"Yes! It's been a year. "Mu Zixian smiled, her face filled with happiness.
Watching a boy who didn't even know how to survive become a man of indomitable spirit, there was nothing more satisfying than this.
"Thank you …" Wang Yu said softly.
"Thank you too." Mu Zixian hugged Wang Yu tightly.
… …
Actually, I really wanted to write the words' the end of the story 'here, but the story wasn't finished yet. It wasn't my style to leave it unfinished. Of course, more importantly, I didn't want people to misunderstand me as a blade smuggler.
It was still raining. Rainy days always made people fall into a deep sleep.
The sun came out, and the entire world seemed to have been washed, giving off a fragrant scent.
When I came to the arena again, there were many more spectators than the previous two days.
This was to be expected.
The previous two days were amateur matches. Everyone could just watch the livestream in-game. Spending money to watch the amateur matches was a waste of money.
Reality proved that these people had great foresight.
At this time, the spectator stands were filled with support groups from various teams. Banners were unfurled, and it was a spectacular sight.
"Society, my Brother X, doesn't say much", "Brothers from all corners of the world, always wins after a hundred battles" …
The slogans of the fans behind the various teams were also dazzling to look at. The professional fans and the support groups for amateurs were of a completely different dimension.
Wang Yu and the others were dumbfounded.
"Awesome, awesome! Society, society. "
The group of people wiped their cold sweat and entered the arena.
Seeing Quanzhen's people enter, someone in the arena shouted, "Quanzhen get out of the gaming circle, motley crew get out of the pro scene."
At first, there were only a few people, but then more and more people shouted. In the end, tens of thousands of people shouted in unison.
The scene was deafening, and the shouts made Quanzhen's people feel smug, their hearts filled with pride.
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