It's a big yard. Several buildings in the yard are decorated in baroque style. I heard that they came to interview the youth training students. The security guard asked them to fill in a registration form and put them in.

After entering the four story building, the staff led them up the stairs and out of the elevator. On the walls of the corridor were all the honorary certificates obtained by CG club.

Passing through a room, a man in a light gray sweater came out of the room. He didn't look very good. When he rushed out, he bumped into Wenmo.

Wenjo grabbed WinMo and looked up and down at the boy.

Wenchi picked an eyebrow, this is CG club's most powerful God falling shadow, falling into a trance.

Last time, he used an AWM shot to blow up the head of the distracted man. Falling shadow said that he would open the door. The barrage in the live broadcast room was full of people scolding Wen Chi.

I can't afford to lose.

After falling shadow is shot in the head by a random match, he, as a professional player, can naturally distinguish whether the other party has opened the lock.

After the report was found out, the other party did not open the call, which he did not tell his fans.

He went to Wenchi's live studio several times. He was very accurate in shooting, steady in hand and fast in hand. He was patient and had a sense of overall combat. He was good at cooperating with his teammates.

He asked people to investigate the anchor and found that he was actually a junior high school student.

Now see Wen Chi, of course, is to know, eyes swept, look a little cynical: "is it you?"

Wenchi put his hands in his pockets: "it's me."

"Are you here to interview the youth training students?"

"Yes."

"There's no need for that. The youth training students are full this time. You can go."

Wen Qiao's face is tiny and harsh: "your Cg official website's enrollment information is still hanging on top. If you are full, you should take this message away. Do you has the final say for CG?"

Falling shadow saw Wenqiao, his eyes were a bit startled, then he looked defiant and disdainful: "I said no, that is not, you can go."

Wenjo looked at the receptionist who led them up: "where's the interviewer?"

, the front desk, who saw their shadow and their attitude was not good, was somewhat arrogant. "Drop the captain has the final say, you go."

Wen Chi bowed his head and chuckled.

A cold light flashed in the eyes of falling shadow: "what are you laughing at?"

"It's because I shot you in the head, so I dare not invite me in. I'm afraid I'll steal the limelight from you?"

Falling shadow gnashing teeth pointed to his forehead: "do not roll, I call security."

Xiabai and Dinghai are more excited than Wenchi, almost to start, and are pulled down by Wenchi.

Wenqiao said coldly: "the captain of this club is a headstrong, small bellied man with poor quality. Let's go. We don't want such a broken club."

Behind him, the voice of disdain came: "win by hanging, what glory, just this kind of goods, but also delusion into CG, what dream do you have."

Wenchi turned around, made a shooting gesture with his fingers, squinted at the falling shadow --

"Bang..."

Then he turned and his eyes were cold.

Falling shadow gas to hysteria: "you are so crazy at a young age. I've seen so many players like you. It's a flash in the pan. I think you're qualified. In fact, it's a fart."

He's in a hurry. He's in a hurry.

He was so anxious that he could say dirty words.

Wenqiao looked at Wenchi. The child was no longer the one who was so agitated that he only wanted to solve the problem with violence.

"Not angry?"