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Xue Yaoyao confusedly looked at the overly beautiful young man standing in front of her.

Fu Jiu laughed lightly and said, "Don't forget, dominating the selection contest is our goal!"

The young man's gesture combined with his demonic good looks made people's blood boil.

Xue Yaoyao used to play to find the friendship and comfort she did not have in real life in the game world.

But now, he had not only discovered that; he had also learned how to fight and become strong.

This is a battlefield.

His Majesty Jiu is the king, and we are his loyal followers and knights.

We all say this to ourselves from time to time.

If we are strong enough, then whenever we face ridicule and insults, we can say "No" out loud!

This contest is not just a game.

They will fight for their dignity!

Could it be that when tomorrow comes and everyone knows that His Highness Jiu is actually a , no one will underestimate him anymore?

The night before the contest, it was almost certain that some people would not be able to sleep.

Xue Yaoyao was the first. After he finished his math assignment, he forced himself to go to bed early, but he rolled around and could not fall asleep. In the end, he sat down and started working on the technique he learned from His Highness Jiu.

He wasn't the only one who didn't sleep that night. There was also Feng Shang.

He was sitting in front of his computer. He wasn't playing around; he only saw game characters on screen. Then he looked to the side at the spot marked with a significant red circle.

To play as a professional league player.

Feng Shang lowered his head and grasped his mouse tighter. He took off his glasses, looking very pretty.

Someone knocked on the counter. "Boss? Hi bosses! What are you doing! I want cola!”

Yin Wuyao did not reply. He had a cigarette in his mouth when he handed Coke over.

The man touched his chin and wondered, "What's wrong with the owner today?"

"There's no idea. He looks different, and I heard this place is closed at 10pm today.”

“WTF! That half?! I'll play all night! I've never seen a cafe that doesn't open 24 hours! Our boss is really special!”

Yin Wuyao flicked the cigarette ash. "What are you talking about? Stupid kids, grab your stuff and get out!”

“You're really closed? Wait, Boss, Uncle! You don't run this business anymore?”

Yin Wuyao stopped and took her jacket. He threw it over his shoulder. “I, your uncle, will return to my old life—play games professionally.”

After this, Yin Wuyao walked out of the internet cafe, leaving the audience dumbfounded.

“Did you all hear it? Bo-boss will play in professional league?”

"Is he kidding?"

"Are people still joking at that age ..."

Outside the internet cafe, the weather is very cold. Yin Wuyao regretted having run out like that. He's not young anymore. According to the children, he would not be able to catch up to the speed of the young boys hands or eyes.

He was already a 30-year-old uncle. What's he thinking?

But the passion in his body uncontrollably ignited again.

He thought, maybe because of what the young man said: “What's the point of winning an award? We just play games to shake up the world of online games.”