How Are You Guys Getting Boyfriends While Gaming

"Working overtime, a capitalist act of squeezing the surplus value of the proletariat openly, an act that is obviously unreasonable but never questioned, a..."

"Okay, don't force it, hurry up and finish this report for me!"

Late at night, nine o'clock in the evening.

In the commercial building, the neon lights outside the window are dazzling and dazzling, and the incandescent lights inside the window emit a slight sound. Yu Qinghuan's eyes are sore, but he still has to stare at the laptop, and carefully check the data line by line.

The colleague next to him was arguing and bickering. Although his heart was bitter, the atmosphere was still happy.

Yu Qinghuan looked at the table, and after finishing the last row of data, he took a deep breath, pinched the bridge of his nose, and closed his eyes to rest.

At this moment, the sweet cell phone rang.

Yu Qinghuan picked up the phone and saw that the three characters "Luo Buyu" were flashing on the screen.

Yu Qinghuan picked up the phone quickly: "Hello? Brother Luo?"

No one spoke for a while on the other end of the phone, and after a long silence came a rather decadent voice: "Qing Huan, I can't hold on anymore."

Yu Qinghuan paused, then stood up and asked, "Brother Luo, are you drunk? Where are you now?"

"I'm downstairs in your company."

"Ah? Downstairs in my company? Wait, I'll come down right away."

After hanging up the phone, Yu Qinghuan turned off the computer and hurried out of the company.

Yu Qinghuan found Luo Buyu in the corner of the flower bed downstairs in the company. Luo Buyu was drunk and had a shaggy beard. He sat beside the flower bed with his head down, his eyes were all tired. The place is very close to your company, and I thought you might still be working overtime, so I came over to have a look."

"Brother Luo, what's the matter?" Yu Qinghuan patted Luo Buyu on the shoulder, trying to comfort him, and then sat down beside him.

Luo Buyu glanced at Yu Qinghuan: "Something happened to the team."

"Ah? What happened?" Yu Qinghuan asked.

"We don't play the mid lane anymore, we don't have a substitute, and there are still three weeks before the provincial tournament, but I can't even get five players together." Luo Buyu sighed deeply.

"Why didn't the mid laner play anymore?" Yu Qinghuan asked.

"You know, a lesser-known e-sports team like ours can't sign any regular clubs. It relies on itself to play, has no stable income, and faces doubts from family members, so..."

Yu Qinghuan patted Luo Buyu on the back again to comfort him.

Holding the last glimmer of hope, Luo Buyu asked unwillingly, "Qing Huan, are you really not going to play e-sports anymore..."

Yu Qinghuan looked up at the bright moon and said, "Brother Luo, you know my situation."

Luo Buyu sighed again: "Hey, in the game where the TKOW club selected youth trainees, you were second, but you still got into the club, they admitted the top ten, if you entered the club three years ago. With the TKOW team, it must be famous now, I heard that the signing fee of their second team now has an annual salary of 600,000 yuan, really..."

what a shame.

Yu Qinghuan's tone was very light, with a little smile: "Brother Luo, how can there be so many ifs?"

Just like 19-year-old Yu Qinghuan said firmly: If I am not the first, I will give up the path of e-sports.

So in the last game, 19-year-old Yu Qinghuan sat blankly on the gaming chair, watching his game interface turn dark for a moment, and the message of the death of the game character popped up.

The screen light was very dim, but Yu Qinghuan felt that his eyes were painfully stabbed. Obviously the crowd exclaimed and cheered so loudly, but Yu Qinghuan could only hear his own rapid breathing.

He saw that there was only blood left on the other side.

This means.

If he was able to draw an A just now, it would be so simple and easy, then the first place would be his.

However, there are so many ifs in this world.

Luo Buyu fell silent, and the two looked at each other for a while, before Luo Buyu asked, "Qing Huan, what does it feel like to slowly give up your dream?"

Yu Qing laughed happily and said, "Thank you for your invitation, I just got off the plane, I am in the United States, graduated from Shuangliu, with an annual salary of ten million, and I have nothing to do.

Luo Buyu was amused by him and shook his head helplessly.

Yu Qinghuan put his hands behind him, sighed for a while, and said, "Brother Luo, give up your dream, it's like walking the world with a sword, you mount a horse and put your sword on the road in high spirits, who knows that when you walk, the sword doesn't know why. When you break it, you think, it's okay, I still have a horse. When you walk, the horse runs away, and you come to a comfortable village exhausted, and you can't walk anymore."

"From now on, the clouds and the moon have nothing to do with you eight thousand miles away, and the dust and soil of the world's thirty achievements and fame will be scattered with the wind."

"It wasn't until many years later that one day, when you recalled the past, you suddenly realized, ah, it turned out that back then, you broke the sword yourself, and you let the horse run away."

After Luo Buyu heard the last sentence, his eyes suddenly turned red, and he said, "Fuck, isn't it a mid laner? I don't believe I can't find it. Fuck, go back, and I have to train tomorrow."

Yu Qing smiled happily: "Brother Luo, it's too late, I'll take you back."

Luo Buyu stood up, his body swaying, he rubbed his temples, which were aching from the drunk, and said, "I drink too much, and I can't stand still."

Yu Qinghuan took Luo Buyu's arm, half hugged and half supported him: "It's okay, I'll support you."

The two staggered toward the road when they suddenly bumped into someone.

Ren Jian looked at Yu Qinghuan with wide eyes, and then at the man who was drunk, almost half of his body weight was on Yu Qinghuan's body. After thinking for a while, he opened his mouth to Yu Qinghuan with a smile.

"Would you mind adding one more person?"