Chapter 68: The last loser in history

"Such a coincidence?"

The Disney Major is being held in Paris, France, so it's directly on the way.

"You're overthinking it, he's going to Germany for business, and he'll be back in the country in a few days."

"What about the others? Are they already in Paris?"

The "others" Jiao Yang refers to are naturally the four people in the Dota division besides him and Ding Yu.

"They will be a bit late, but it'll only be these two days."

"I heard the club is short of money?"

Red light, Aqing stopped the car, turned his head and smiled at Jiao Yang: "You kid, you don't want to ask for your salary and run away, do you?"

Jiao Yang rolled his eyes: "If it's really short of money, I still have a little bit of bonus."

The prize money for Valve's tournaments is paid directly to the players. How the players negotiate with the club is their business.

Some clubs and players will have conflicts in the final stage, so it's not like there haven't been any disbandments.

It's not easy to get players to hand over the money they've received, so some big clubs are too lazy to touch this part of the interest.

Of course, Ti is calculated separately.

Now that Jiao Yang is willing to take out the money, it's truly a bit rare.

Aqing was a little moved for a moment, and it took him a while to recover, smiling: "Don't mention that little money from the Major, winning a Ti is the real deal."

"Although the club is very short of money now, Lao Yang's payment might be much more than you think."

After all, only Aqing knows that this money is equivalent to buying VG, just giving him six months of autonomy.

"That... does he like Dota 2 very much?"

In the passenger seat, a very familiar female voice.

"Yeah, we've played together, he's bad and loves to play. Xiao An, have you played Dota?"

The green light turned on, the car started slowly, Aqing had just met this girl. At first, Lao Yang called him to ask for a favor, to take this girl to see a Major, and as they talked, it turned into buying VG.

Only knowing that the two have some relationship, mostly relatives or something.

An Wenxin shook her head, she couldn't even beat the bots after playing for half a month, so she had to give up.

"I play more CS, but I saw him play the old version of DOTA when I was a kid."

Recalling the past, it seems that her enlightenment to esports, besides novels, was the computer sent by this cousin.

At that time, the cousin said it was convenient to check information, but actually secretly helped her buy a bunch of games.

Until now, the performance of the GTX690 is still very capable.

"CS, we have a master here." Aqing looked at Jiao Yang through the rearview mirror and found that Jiao Yang had "fallen asleep", so he didn't expand the topic.

An Wenxin naturally knew who Aqing was referring to. In a way, the culprit for her going to Paris could be traced back to Jiao Yang.

If it weren't for Jiao Yang, she wouldn't have visited VG, and wouldn't have paid so much attention to the blog.

A few days ago, seeing the news that VG sold the Honor of Kings department, An Wenxin was startled. She hadn't been a VG fan for long, would the whole VG just disappear?

Thinking about it, she could only think of the cousin she hadn't been in touch with for a long time.

Rich family, loves games, and has played Dota, maybe he would be interested in VG, sponsor something.

Unfortunately, as soon as she made the call, An Wenxin's social phobia as a homebody was exposed.

Even though she had practiced the speech countless times, she couldn't say it when she really had to ask someone.

Haven't been in touch for so long, suddenly making such an unreasonable request, would it be very impolite?

On the contrary, Lao Yang on the other side was nervous about this silent call—Xiao Xin wouldn't have been kidnapped, would she?

That's right, Uncle An, as an intellectual, doesn't have much money, only the relatives on the aunt's side have money.

So much so that when he heard An Wenxin's so-called "want to go see the Paris Major, hope cousin can provide cover", he laughed out loud.

What's this, scaring himself.

After asking a few questions, he hung up the phone, and then remembered that Lao Ding had said before: Aqing is having some difficulties, and VG might be sold again in half a year.

VG is going to play the Paris Major, VG is Aqing's, everything is connected.

So, Lao Yang called Aqing again, borrowed a reason, transitioned from An Wenxin to buying VG after half a year.

Settled two things at once, and by the way satisfied the idea of playing with a club when he was a child, just as a birthday gift to himself.

And Aqing became An Wenxin's tool man, helped to open an internship leave note in the name of the club, and became a driver.

An Wenxin was also strange after receiving the cousin's arrangement, why take a special car to Paris?

It wasn't until Ding Yu got in the car that she realized the driver of this car was actually VG's boss.

This Paris Major trip might be completely different from what she expected.

……

The first-class seats on the plane are separated, and everyone has relatively free space.

Jiao Yang was really tired after watching some videos, and fell asleep in a daze.

It was the familiar big stage again, and it was a strange dream again, with consciousness in the dream.

15:13 score, they are at a disadvantage.

Nuke's K1, the 25-20 big brother took the lead and made a wide swing to explore the point.

Bang!

The sound of the sniper rifle rang out, the big brother died, and the opponent's sniper quickly handed over a fire to prevent the trade-kill.

The commander saw the blurry ID in the upper right corner and gave the order to rotate.

It's just that the opponent's teammates didn't give a chance, directly holding the commander and another teammate in the outside field.

"Fulei! You can do it!"

Even in a 2v5 clutch, Jiao Yang only heard one voice in his heart, that was the player named Fulei shouting for himself.

As a result, the moment the fire was about to go out, the demon holding the sniper rifle swung out first.

Bang!

He fell down.

And the last one left was the rookie who only had eight kills in nearly 30 rounds.

If miracles exist in the world, then miracles might have already happened.

Fulei understood that he and his four teammates being able to stand on this stage had already created history.

And history was about to be frozen by that genius with a sniper rifle.

Bang!

They became the last loser of this era.

The whole audience was calling out a voice, but the voice was a bit unreal.

And under the cheers, the coach stepped forward to comfort him in time: "Oh! Fulei, it's okay. We just lost to him, no need to be so depressed."

Jiao Yang looked at the coach's bald head, and didn't have any sad emotions. It was just that the pain in his heart couldn't stop, he knew this pain came from Fulei.

"Only one step! Aishi!" Fulei held his head, unable to walk out of the failure.

"I sat on the bench for seven months, was mocked by countless people, and finally reached this step, why?! Why did I meet him?", Fulei's eyes were already filled with tears, mixed with too many emotions.

"Then do you know? The person who defeated you could have won this honor long ago!" Coach Aishi retorted.

Thinking of that genius, Fulei stopped his tears.

"You still have a future! I believe in you!" Aishi encouraged: "Alright, movement master! Let's go and meet those guys head-on!"

Teammates patted Fulei on the shoulder and pulled him up.

Us? Will we still be together? Fulei didn't say what was in his heart.

And they, dressed in white uniforms, walked toward that touch of golden yellow...

Just when Jiao Yang saw the opponent's true face clearly—

"Hello sir, Paris has arrived." ===== CHAPTER 69 =====