I am a god in script killing

Chapter 119 The Summer of the God Festival (22)
"What do you think of this child?"

There was still training today, so Bo Jun rushed back to the training base after arranging Annan's affairs.

The transfer period has come, but what should be done, what should be practiced will not be less than others.

Many people have prejudices against the e-sports profession. It seems that some young people who are not doing business are playing computer games, but in fact these young people suffer more than many people.

Early morning and overnight practice and muscle memory, endless training games.

But in the end, only the team that won the trophy in Midsummer was eligible to stand in front of others, and the other teams only had red eyes and silent hugs and crying.

It's been an endless summer.

Without suffering, without evaluation.

Bo Jun understood, so he asked Cheng An for his opinion on these matters.

—Do you like this child?
——Well, generally the same.

He and I seemed to be sinking in the abyss, looking for the light given by God.

We seem to be unrelated, and we seem to be the same.

So Bo Juan got up and left, picking up the homeless child in the rain.

"Playing games is pretty good."

Cheng Yu moved his fingers, typed the typesetting on the computer, and then curled up involuntarily, as if hesitating to speak.

Seeing this, Bo Jun smiled lightly, and said teasingly, "He's not bad either."

Cheng Yu didn't type, but his right hand really retracted.

[Ninth brother, is she shy? ! 】

"..." Mr. System said helplessly, "If yes, don't say it so directly."

Bo Jun pouted: [Oh——]

069:"……"

Forget it, it's still the same sentence:

She is happy.

"Boom, boom, boom."

There was a knock on the door, and Bo Jun paused.

069: "Ren Jinyu, he has a contract extension in his hand."

When Bo Jun heard the last four words, he smiled silently: [What's the matter, so impatient? 】

069: "You asked me to spread the news of his match-fixing match on the Internet, as well as the screen recording of the live broadcast that day. The effect is really good."

[Naturally,] Bo Juan nodded, 【This person cares most about the image of a public figure. 】

"Freeze, are you asleep?" Ren Jinyu knocked on the door, "Can I come in?"

"Didn't sleep," Bo Jun replied, "You go in."

The door was pushed open, and when Ren Jinyu came in, he was holding something like a contract and a pen in his hand.

Bo Juan sneered in his heart: [Well, it's really considerate, you even bring your own pen. 】

069 worried: "...you can't resist beating him, something will happen."

As expected, Bo Juan paused, reluctantly: 【Oh. 】

069 helpless: "...if you bear with it a little bit, you can just train an uneasy and kind old wolf."

This metaphor...

Bo Jun laughed: [Okay. 】

"What's wrong, captain?" Bo Juan turned around and looked at the person sitting down.

"It's something." Ren Jinyu sat down, looked at Bo Jun and smiled, "Just finished qualifying?"

"Well, the task." Bo Jun nodded. It is also the task of the contestants to compete for the ranking, but they must find their own time to complete it, and the training time cannot be delayed.

"That's it." Ren Jinyu put the contract on the table, and unscrewed the pen naturally, "The coach asked me to give this to you. The WOH contract, as well as the training arrangements during this year's summer split, need your signature."

Bo Jun glanced at him, with unclear meaning in his eyes, and when Ren Jinyu suspected something was wrong, he smiled lightly:
"it is good."

After finishing speaking, Ren Jinyu took a breath of relief and said, "Then I won't disturb your rest, you should sleep first."

"Wait a minute, captain, I have something to ask."

Bo Jun spoke, picked up the phone when Ren Jinyu turned around, and tapped the screen to zoom in:
"Can you tell me what's going on here?"

——Some of Ren Jinyu's chat records and analysis of match-fixing data were impressively arranged on the screen of the phone.

Ren Jinyu's pupils shrank sharply.

(End of this chapter)