Chapter 1262 E-Sports Master: The only Cp of the Strongest ADC in the National Server (30)

At that time, Feng Wuyue, as a girl, was Ye Qianhun's assistant.

Whether it's positioning operations or arranging eyes to control the dragon, everything is done very delicately.

Feng Wuyue back then and He Miaoling today are simply incomparable, because they are simply not on the same level.

Feng Wuyue could cut her shawl-long hair into boyish hair in order to spend more time training.

She could cut off her fingertips that she had been willing to cut for a year for e-sports, so that she could operate better after team battles.

That kind of Feng Wuyue made the jungle priest at that time inexplicably admire her.

When they won the first Internet Cafe League championship, he was about to confess to her——

She confessed first...

"If I say I like you, can you come to the bottom lane more often to catch people in the future!"

"I will always only focus on the bottom lane."

…

This is their confession and the verbal expression of their acceptance.

When Luo Qingchen heard this, the corners of her mouth twitched unconsciously. Is this okay?

But the good times did not last long. After all, without sponsorship funds for training, the team became increasingly difficult.

Half a year later, Feng Wuyue left the team without saying a word.

When he left, he left a sum of money, a total of one hundred thousand.

He disappeared from the scene and appeared in people's sight half a year later as the starting support of Team Q.

Feng Wuyue would never know that on the night she left, the priest took her one hundred thousand yuan and ran to the Huangpu River, tore it all up and threw it away.

The next day, he went home and asked his father for one million for team funds.

The boy who originally wanted to achieve his dreams with his own hands bowed his head to his father again because of a woman.

"Everyone has probably guessed the rest of the story." At this time, the priest had already smoked his third cigarette. As he spoke, he did not forget to hurt Ye Qianhun: "You said that if you didn't go home to ask for money, you would be guilty. Do I want it when I go back?"

"I have no place to spend money..."

"Yes, yes, what is the use of money for a person who has been alone for ten thousand years?"

At that time, their team included Feng Wuyue. In fact, they are all rich people, including fat people, and so are the mid laners who later studied abroad.

However, Feng Wuyue never knew about it.

"So the reason why Team W was able to succeed after that was because of the one million?" Luo Qingchen asked as she took a sip of milk and clenched the cup with her hands to keep warm.

"Yes." Ye Qianhun glanced at her, handed her the coat and said: "We originally participated in the competition because we lacked sponsorship. With the money and strength, it will naturally be smooth sailing."

"But don't you think it's strange?" Luo Qingchen pursed her lips and said, "Why does Feng Wuyue have one hundred thousand yuan!"

"Because of the signing bonus." The priest raised his eyebrows, put out the cigarette in his hand, drank another glass of wine, and then slowly said: "I heard that Team Q gave her a signing bonus of over one million, and I guess she felt guilty about us. Give us 100,000!”

"I don't think Xiao Wu is this kind of person..." Fatty lowered his head and said, "Although I am also very disappointed in her!"

After all, they fought together when they had nothing. That time cannot be replaced for many years to come...

"It doesn't matter -" the priest shrugged, pretending to smile casually: "Didn't they also sign up for this provincial competition anyway? Strength speaks for itself, doesn't she have a great dream? Didn't she leave me for her dream? Leave W? Let her see what team is at the top."