The boy tugged on the shoulder strap of his backpack: "Who are you? Do I need to tell you this?"
"The person who can decide whether you can join the AF club or not."
"Are you the boss?"
The rain was getting heavier and he didn't hold an umbrella. Wen Qiao looked him up and down: "Go in first."
After entering the AF Club, Brother Dong was lying on the railing on the second floor with a sleepy look as usual.
Because it was the weekend, several boys were training. Wen Qiao asked a few questions, and Brother Dong made an OK gesture: "Everything is fine, don't worry."
Wen Qiao pointed to the boy and said, "There's someone here for an interview."
Brother Dong walked down the stairs casually, led people to a small conference room, and sat down side by side with Wen Qiao.
The boy's hair was dripping with water. Brother Dong took out a tissue and said, "This kid doesn't even have an umbrella?"
The boy took the tissue, wiped his head, and then his face, and then in a beautiful parabola, the tissue was thrown into the trash can in the corner.
Brother Dong raised his eyebrows: "You play basketball? So accurate."
The boy smiled but said nothing.
"Do you have your resume?"
"No." It was cool.
"Tell me, what's his name, how old he is, and which club he played for before."
"Gu Xiao, nineteen years old, just returned from abroad, and is currently a freshman at the university."
Brother Dong: "Reopen the university, it's a famous school, it's the highest institution in Haicheng."
Gu Xiao: "It's okay."
Brother Dong: "You look like you're at least a school bastard, right?"
Gu Xiao's face was expressionless and unmoved: "I don't know, I just got here."
"Which club were you in before?"
"Never been to a club."
Brother Dong frowned slightly: "You are nineteen years old and have never been to a club."
"yes."
"Then let's play two games and see."
Gu Xiao stood up and followed Brother Dong to the second floor. Brother Dong said happily: "You are quite tall, are you 185?"
"almost."
When they entered the training room, the four of them had just finished playing a round. Wen Chi pointed at Wen Qiao and said, "Bring me a can of Coke."
Wen Qiao raised his eyebrows: "Who should I call?"
Xia Bai quickly stood up and walked to the refrigerator: "Brother Chi, I'll get it, I'll get it, who else wants to drink."
Several people raised their hands, and Xia Bai took a handful 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, solo."
When they were playing games, Wen Qiao stood aside with his arms folded, watching calmly, until Gu Xiao put on his headphones, picked up the mouse, calmly and easily got the AWM, fired the first shot, and blasted Xia Bai's Wen Qiao raised his eyebrows.
Something.
Xia Bai took off his earphones in disbelief. He underestimated the enemy and actually went out.
Wen Chi licked several airdrops, but didn't get the AWM, only the AUG.
The poisonous circle kept shrinking, and the battle reached a stalemate at twenty-five minutes. Yu Zhan was shot in the head by Gu Xiao's AWM and was eliminated.
The atmosphere suddenly became tense, and Brother Dong already showed a happy smile.
After waiting for many days, he finally welcomed another player who could play professionally. He knew that there would always be good prospects missed by the three major clubs.
It’s just that he’s not too young.
Nineteen years old, why have you never been to a club before
Thirty-one minutes later, Wenchimao was on the second floor of the school dormitory, waiting quietly with a six-power scope on his assault rifle.
Gu Xiao, who was carrying the AWM, drove an off-road vehicle and slowly approached him from a bridge.
(End of chapter)