After listening to Lu Lusheng scolding "spicy chicken server", "spicy chicken limited event", "ghost planning, spicy chicken marketing", Hu Luobei didn't want to ask the result anymore—300% was cold.
Sure enough, the agents I was looking for sent messages to everyone one after another: "I didn't get it." Only one of the agents said that he had opened six machines, multi-line operation, and finally snatched a relatively unpopular summoner's bird. The head stick, a team of dark warlock substitutes Briquette happily jumped up on the spot, and ran to Yan Xinran to express his wish for the bird's head stick.
Yan Xinran: "You are a dark magician."
Briquette: "But I can cut into summoning warlocks, they are all warlocks anyway."
"Wow, it hurts so much." Yan Xinran threw himself into Yan Weiran's arms, "Why can't thieves be like warlocks, different schools don't even have overlapping weapons."
Yan Weiran slapped his younger brother away in disgust: "If you ask me, who will I ask?"
Briquette got the contact information of the agent who snatched the bird's head stick from Yan Le, and happily paid for the goods.
Hu Luobei sat on the chair instead, resting his chin on the back of the chair, staring blankly at the back of the coal ball for several minutes. His heart was empty, even winning the training match couldn't make him happy.
The atmosphere in the entire training room was very gloomy. Qin Fei tapped the whiteboard with the pointer and said, "Look here, friends, you haven't resumed the game yet."
Seeing a group of players who looked like Yanle's cabbage, Qin Fei felt wrong when he resumed the game. After picking out a few key issues and going through them quickly, the meeting ended with a wave of hands.
"I'm going to start a live broadcast to be happy." Wang Baobo walked back to his seat and opened the live broadcast room: "It's definitely not that I didn't grab it alone."
Lu Lusheng looked at him and said, "Your idea is wonderful." After speaking, he asked the other team members, "Is this the same way when Baobo usually broadcasts live? Relying on fans to be happy?" Surprise was revealed in his tone.
"No." Yan Le said: "It's usually his fans who criticize him hahaha."
Lu Lusheng nodded: "This sounds more normal."
Wang Baobo: "What do you mean? I was bullied, I feel wronged, I'm about to cry, I have to blow up fish ponds with Beibei to laugh. Beibei, Bei—" the fat man called halfway, his voice froze in the throat.
"Is this so sad?" He stammered, suddenly at a loss.
Because Wang Baobo and Hu Luobei were so close, he turned his head and saw Hu Luobei lying on the stool, the corners of his mouth drooping slightly, and his eyes were watery, as if he was about to cry.
The rest of LOBO immediately gathered around and comforted Hu Luobei: "Isn't it just a limited number? If you don't get it this time, there will be a next time." The prize money is guaranteed for the competition." "Oh, Beibei, don't cry, let me pull the grass for you. I just heard that this batch of models is not good enough."
Although a little disappointed, Hu Luobei was not so sad that he wanted to cry: "...I am not, I am not."
"Don't be embarrassed, Fatty cried before eating the last crayfish, it's not shameful at all." Yan Xinran handed Hu Luobei a tissue.
Wang Baobao: "Fart, labor and management have never cried."
Yan Le: "Yes, actually he was drunk. Xiaoxin used to cry when he was drunk."
Wang Baobao laughed "hehehe", and Yan Xinran went crazy: "That's because you lied to me to eat mustard!"
Hu Luobei: "I'm really not very sad, and I don't want to cry." Pointing to his face, he said, "It's natural." After speaking, he rubbed his face and it looked better, then he was stunned for a while, Then he became aggrieved again.
Everyone: "..." It's amazing!
"Really? Can I touch it?" Yan Xinran was about to move, but Hu Luobei tilted his head back: "No."
After figuring out that Hu Luobei didn't want to cry, everyone went back to the game, group platoon, solo platoon, Wang Baobo once again invited Hu Luobei to blow up fish ponds but was rejected, and he drove a tuba to fight alone went. So much so that the audience in his live broadcast room asked one after another: "Did Fatty take some wrong medicine today?"
Wang exploded: "Did you grab the limit?" He successfully counterattacked. There was buzzing in the live broadcast room.
When Hu Luobei boarded the game and opened the friend list, he found that Pei Peize was actually online in the list. He sent a message, which was replied by the system: The other party is preparing for the game and cannot be connected. A letter has been mailed for you.
Generally, this is a prompt that only appears during the game or when the account is checked before the game. Judging from the time, Pei Peize's side should belong to the latter.
It's daytime in Los Angeles, and they are playing at night in local time. Hu Luobei sent Pei Peize another message of "Come on for the game". Just as he was about to start dispersing, the Wechat video rang.
Hu Luobei was stunned for a moment. Although only the screen was turned on, the still very active barrage started to scroll like crazy: "Pick up! Pick up! Pick up!"
Although the audience was very enthusiastic, and the deep-water torpedoes and small mine grenades were smashed one after another, Hu Luobei still cruelly turned off the live broadcast. In the dark live broadcast room with no sound at all, the barrage used words to form an army of crying and crying, such as QAQ, T_T, π_π, the whole screen was full. Occasionally, there are one or two barrages such as "You are so cruel!"
Hu Luobei turned off the live broadcast room without hesitation, connected to the video, and the screen jumped out to show half of Pei Peize's body, with his back to the camera.
Hu Luobei blinked: "Pei Pei?"
Pei Peize turned around quickly, and dubbed himself "咻—" The short dagger quickly slid across the camera, and Pei Peize turned around skillfully.
"Handsome?" He asked Hu Luobei through the screen.
Hu Luobei's eyes fell on the dagger in his hand: "issued by the game company?" Besides this, he couldn't think of any other ways to get the limited model. If it's a rush purchase, it hasn't been shipped yet, but Pei Peize is already playing with it in his hand.
Pei Peize said: "Yes, the game company gave each player a model of their profession. In addition, the players who entered the Hall of Fame this time can get an additional set of full-professional weapon models for a specified season. Do you want it, Little Carrot?"
Hu Luobei grabbed the screen with both hands and nodded vigorously: "Get rid of others, you are the best!"
Pei Peize smiled, like a fox who has become a spirit: "Then is there any reward for me when I come back?"
Hu Luobei: "You can choose whatever you want."
Pei Peize: "It's a deal, don't go back on it." After finishing speaking, he hung up the video screen, so neatly that Hu Luobei almost suspected that there was a fraud. But after thinking for a long time, he couldn't think of anything worthy of Pei Peize's routine, so he gave up thinking.
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The Global Professional God of War competition was held in the local evening time in Los Angeles, and it happened to be noon in China. Hu Luobei woke everyone up to watch Pei Peize's competition.
At 10 o'clock, a group of people sat sleepily on the sofa in the hall. Only Hu Luobei was in high spirits. He took the dogs out for a couple of laps and came back with extra meals for the dogs.
Qin Fei and Lu Lusheng were taken aback when they stepped into the base. The former even felt that the way he opened the door was not right, so he pulled Lu Lusheng out to open the door again.
Lu Lusheng: "Are you a stick maker?"
Qin Fei: "I really encountered a ghost today. Why did they get up so early?"
The floating screen in the hall of the base is connected to Hu Luobei's terminal, which is currently being put into the player's personal VCR. Pei Peize is worthy of the title of LOBO male model and the God of Assassins. As soon as he appeared on the stage, it aroused the screams of fans and thieves fans on the scene.
The host shouted several times before the scene returned to silence. What followed was a lengthy speech at the opening ceremony. Everyone in LOBO, who were already sleepy, fell on the sofa and fell asleep.
Hu Luobei went to the kitchen to get some food, and sat cross-legged in the middle alone, watching Pei Peize while eating.
Qin Fei tugged at Lu Lusheng and said quietly: "It's over, I think this child has been poisoned by Ah Pei, and he was eaten to death."
Lu Lusheng spread his hands: "Bamboo horse, bamboo horse, it's better to cultivate it."
After finishing speaking, the two sighed at the same time: "It's really a winner in life."
After the speech and the warm-up ended, Hu Luobei woke up the sleeping people one by one. Because the first round of competitions of different professions was held at the same time, there were six viewing channels on the TV screen, which were six major occupations.
Rogues, mages, priests, warlocks, warriors and knights.
Hu Luobei chose the Thief Passage. The screen switched, and several thieves players were sitting in separate soundproof booths. The camera swept across. Pei Peize raised his eyebrows and adjusted his headphones. Because of this close-up, Hu Luobei threw a 999 bouquet on the official platform.
Wang Baobo was stunned, and rushed over to stop Hu Luobei when he wanted to krypton gold again: "Brother, calm down, this is the net income of the platform, and the players don't get half a dime. If your hands are itchy, How about giving the boss a red envelope."
Hu Luobei: "Okay."
The first round adopts a double-elimination elimination system. Opponents are randomly selected. Those who win will advance to the upper bracket, and those who lose will enter the lower bracket for the second round. The game is coming to an end, and nothing about the Hall of Fame has anything to do with him. Of course, if he wants, he can be a purchasing agent and return with a rewarding experience.
Pei Peize's number plate is 1, which means that he has the highest overall score on the ladder so far, and is officially recognized as the No. 1 seed. The system's lottery interface began to scroll, and Hu Luobei was a little nervous for the first time. He didn't feel it when he played the game himself.
Following the "stop" of the host in the channel, the pointer landed on the number plate No. 6.
And this No. 6, unfortunately, happens to be Li Zhenxuan.
"Oh huh~ One, out, good, play." This is the true reflection of everyone's heart.