Chapter 17 Brother Zeng's Invitation

Brother Zeng looked pale and continued to wave: "I think that when we formed a team, we were missing you alone, and then we went our separate ways for one reason and that, and the burden fell on Han Sheng alone. When I came back this time, I thought about what we will pursue all our lives. We have been running for e-sports for most of our lives, and we haven't even got a fart - no, we have to win a league championship and earn face!"

Chu Yun flicked his cigarette with a wry smile and looked up: "Your brother is also playing Hero Century?"

"Why aren't you playing? Don't think that Brother Zeng is not Brother Zeng when he is old. There is only one who can compare with him - surnamed Chun. Let me tell you, boy, I am the god of RANK2300 points in North America.

"Worship the god."

Brother Zeng smoked a cigarette on the ground, and pointed to Dong Bihai and Qin Hansheng beside him: "The name of Hansheng's Dharma God is also loud enough. DND now basically relies on him to support it alone. Bihai won you last time. Whether we are lucky or not, we will win. We recognize this strength. ......”

Dong Bihai was depressed and shouted, "What is luck, strength, strength, do you understand?"

Brother Zeng pressed him with his hand and continued to say, "Well, Yunzi, the old guy has come out. You, a strong teenager, can't be timid."

Chu Yun sighed. He was not a strong teenager. He was old enough to be called uncle.

He turned his head and looked at Heizi and said, "Brother Heizi, so, do you have a foot this time?"

"Cough." Brother Zeng coughed and pulled everyone's attention. "I pulled the black man. He may be a little strange, but at least the foundation is still there. What's more, we still have you. Hey, genius, do you think about it? Just promise. No wonder such a big man can't find a wife - you go on like this. My daughter won't even introduce you!"

The people around the table were laughing, but Chu Yun couldn't laugh.

"What's the matter?" After all, Brother Zeng is the old Jianghu. Looking at Chu Yun not talking, he guessed the three points of his mind. "If you have anything to say, you are all your own brothers here..."

"I said Brother Zeng, I also said before, A Yun..."

Qin Hansheng wanted to help speak, but was shouted by Brother Zeng: "Let him say it himself!"

Qin Hansheng was dumb. Chu Yun glanced at him with a wry smile and smoked a cigarette: "So, you actually knew that I had joined another team for a long time."

"The team that is the same as playing?"

Brother Zeng threw a magazine on the table. Chu Yun looked at the cover and it was the issue that reported on his E-Sport.

Chu Yun looked up, looked at Brother Zeng's eyes seriously and said, "Brother Zeng, I'm really happy that you invited me to come. If it's something else above, it's my duty, but I'm sorry that I can't join the team."

Brother Zeng's face immediately pressed down the dark clouds, but Chu Yun was very calm.

Brother Zeng's behavior pointed to Chu Yun: "You boy is fucking boring. In those years, we worked hard to set up a team. It was not easy to reach the semi-finals, and we were going to Beijing. Another win was the ticket for the national championship and WCG. As a result, you fucking withdrew halfway. You Say, have I ever blamed you!"

"I was not good back then. Brother Zeng, if you want to scold me to hate me, I have nothing to say."

"Okay, you've admitted it!"

"Brother Zeng, you are wrong. How can you blame A Yun for what happened in those years!"

"Heizi, it's none of your business here. Sit down for me!"

Heizi still wanted to say something, but was pulled by Chu Yun.

"Did I say I was going to blame Yun Zai? He was so angry that he vomited blood, and he was a filial son. If you don't fight, you will give up the game and your dream. I won't look down on you. On the contrary, I think it's right. Filial piety comes first! But what's the matter today? You are an adult. You have to make money to support your family. No problem. You can make money by playing games. Believe it or not, as long as you say that you are willing to join, I will pay you the money now. How much do you want!"

"Brother Zeng!" Brother Zeng!"

"What's the matter? Today, you all have a hard temper to point out my fault. Is it possible that I'm wrong?"

"Brother Zeng, I also want to say this again. A Yun is not that kind of person. If you want to talk, you will have a brother!"

"It's a brother. Those brothers have something to ask him. He, today, heaven, what, what, death, life, no, the same, intention, what?" Brother Zeng knocked on Chu Yun's heart word by word.

Chu Yun's lips stung, and he found that his mouth was full of bitterness and unspeakable heartache.

After all, Heizi was heartbroken for this younger brother. He came over and patted Chu Yun's back: "A Yun, Brother Zeng has this temper. He comes and goes quickly. Don't take it to heart. If there is any difficulty, our own brother, say it out, we won't embarrass you!"

Brother Zeng vented his temper and sat down again: "Okay, let me say it, I'll listen."

"Once, I promised someone..."

After a long time, Chu Yun opened his mouth. After saying that, he took another sip of smoke, leaving only a short cigarette butt.

"Don't ink, just say who you promised?"

"Lin Yanfeng."

When the name

came out, all the people here were stunned, and even Brother Zeng, who was impatient just now, stopped.

"Teaching Lin, do you still have contact with him?"

"No, he died many years ago."

"How did you die?"

"Sickness, cancer - I didn't know until I went to investigate later."

"Then what do you say with a dead man?"

"Cough."

"Brother Zeng, you let A Yun finish your words..."

Chu Yun looked at the red fire burning the last bit of tobacco: "He also has a daughter. I want to take her into the professional circle."

"..."

There was a moment of silence, but Qin Hansheng in Chu Yun's right-hand seat was the first to come over: "A Yun, seriously, Teacher Lin's daughter is also..."

Chu Yun nodded.

"That's really his daughter. Is this Ruoyan, the archer with you?" He asked again.

Chu Yun still nodded.

Qin Hansheng sighed: "In those years, I was really taken care of by the head of Lin. If it hadn't been for his help, we wouldn't have been able to get any DND. Not to mention the team, we couldn't even eat."

Such words are particularly real and profound from the mouth of a generation of Dharma gods, and the people sitting on the edge of this table are all people who have experienced that era.

For a long time, Qin Hansheng looked up in the direction of Brother Zeng: "Brother Zeng, I think it's better to forget it. Don't embarras A Yun. You know that he values affection."

"I'm not a child, is this pointless?" Brother Zeng still didn't have a good face on his face, but he didn't rush as he did at the beginning: "I know that Professor Lin likes Yun Zai very much. The night he couldn't play in the game, I saw him huddled in the corner and smoking all night... There are not many people I really admire in my life. He is a good person. It's a pity. It's..."

He turned his face to Chu Yun again, and his tone changed again: "But I don't care what agreement you have made with him. Today is my brother Zeng's invitation. Whether I agree or not depends on you, Chu Yun, not his Lin Yanfeng - Yunzai, I won't embarrass you. You find the stew of your current team, and I will make it clear to him face."

Chu Yun finally lost the cigarette butt in his hand: "Isn't that right?"

"What's wrong?"

"Brother Zeng, I'm glad you can invite me, but I just said that I want to help her enter the professional circle."

"Your brother Zeng, my ears are working well. Of course I hear it."

"Then you still..."

"What's wrong with this? You have to enter the professional circle for that girl. I'm very clear about this ideal and goal, but it has nothing to do with whether you help DND play the game or not..." Brother Zeng picked up the magazine on the table with his hand. "If I'm not mistaken, your team is not even qualified to enter Class A. I won't ask. You haven't gathered all the participants. What you are thinking about now is how to break through the second division. Am I right?

Brother Zeng really hit Chu Yun's weakness, and he could only nod.

"Then won't this matter come to an end? Come to DND now to feel the atmosphere of the league, and clear the obstacles for Lemon SLV to enter the professional circle in the future. Don't come in and be blind with your eyes without knowing anything, play a circle of soy sauce and go back... Besides, if your team is that kind of second-class competition, it's up to you. If you support the scene, this kind of team will be disbanded as soon as possible - I'll put my words here. As long as your team can qualify in Class A, you are allowed to leave the team.

"Brother Zeng, you..."

"I have a good idea. Why don't you find your stewor quickly? Is it possible that we have to come to visit? Then you can ask him to prepare the tea first!"

Chu Yun thought for a moment, but said, "She is still busy now..."

But Brother Zeng is used to being a ruffian. Now with his age, he has become a refined man: "It's okay. Let's sit here and wait slowly, but if your steward doesn't come today, we will stay here for a night..."

Chu Yun really had a headache. After thinking about it, he had to take out his mobile phone and dial a phone call to Lin Ruoxi.

"Hello?"

As a result, when Miss Lin answered the phone, she was already angry.

Chu Yun sighed in his heart, it's going to be bad!