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Zheng Hang looked at his gloomy face that seemed to be dripping with water, and he didn't dare to say "no" and returned to his seat in shame.

A minute later, Ji Shao's cell phone in his pocket shook.

[GNM Manager Zheng Hang: Actually, there is nothing big about it, I just report today's itinerary to you.]

[GNM Manager Zheng Hang: After we arrive in Tong City, we will go to the exhibition center first to participate in the offline fan meeting in Tong City. After that, we will go directly to Tong City E-sports Center to play the competition. If you have no objection, you can start to take a break and keep your spirits better to deal with the competition.]

[gnm Manager Zheng Hang: [Bow][Bow][Bow]]

After sending the message in a hurry, Zheng Hang was about to collect his cell phone and make up for his sleep, but the cell phone in his hand was shocked.

After the Demon King left, Ji Shaoyi and Lang Qiao took over his position and became the new team leader and thorn.

Zheng Hang unbuttoned the screen lock and saw a new message popping up below his bow.

It's No. 1 Thorn Head Ji No. 1.

【gankyourheart: I have an opinion.】

[gankyourheart: Since you know that you need to maintain your spirit to better deal with the competition, why do you need to increase the duration of your live broadcast every month? Why do you need to take on so many messy offline activities?]

The team leader spoke, and the others quickly agreed.

[Gatling: I have wanted to ask this question for a long time! I know that Che's bad money is definitely not what Brother Hang is alone, but you have to let the club's senior management understand the interests of this! To put it bluntly, the reason why we have bad money now is because our team has good results! Like you, you meet each other every three days and a comic exhibition every five days. We are so troubled that we can't sleep well. How can we compare with other teams?]

[Gatling: I don’t ask us to be like those rich teams, and we don’t take any activities during the game, at least we have to give us a good sleep, right?]

[Gatlin: If any of us makes a mistake in the field and fails to sleep well, who will take the blame? Don’t look at the fans now talking about husbands, the male gods are so intimate, and if something happens, they will scold each other more fiercely than anyone else.]

The more Gatlin said, the more angry he felt, and at the end he even sent a thug of beating people.

【waitforme: That's it.】

Wait for me to agree on daily basis.

Why didn’t Zheng Hang know what they said?

It’s just that he, a small team manager, just acts according to the wishes of senior management.

Even if the club owner asked him to pack up and get out of here, he could only do so.

Zheng Hang sighed, rubbed his eyebrows tiredly, and began to type to calm the emotions of the team members.

[GNM Manager Zheng Hang: I know what you said and have been working hard for everyone. Now everyone will endure it first. The offline activities will be fooled and you can't be careless on the field.]

Unfortunately, this group of people who have been squeezed for too long are not very willing to buy it.

【gankyourheart: The whole season is over even if I endure it.】

[Gatling: You said so last time!]

【waitforme: That's it!】

Zheng Hang: “…”

[GNM Manager Zheng Hang: I have to give me some time to buy.]

[GNM Manager Zheng Hang: If you don’t sleep enough, hurry up and make up, and you will have no chance when you arrive in Tong City!]

After being reminded by him, Ji Shaoyi suddenly lost his mood to make up. He put on the blind mask and stuffed his headphones. He hugged his soft and fragrant husband and started to rest.

Because they set out early, they arrived at the event site at only nine o'clock in the morning.

Giant posters and support banners of GNM team members have been already raised in the venue.

Amid the screams of fans higher than the other, Ji Shaoyi led the team members to the stage in the center of the venue.

Self-introduction, game interaction, peripheral signing...

Ji Shaoyi never expected that he, a spoiled young master who spent money like money, would be forced to lose money one day.

The self-introduction and game interaction are quite reasonable, and the signing of the surrounding sales is somewhat anti-human for those of them who rely on their hands to make a living.

But this is the core of their team's bad money. Other links can be omitted, but this link cannot.

After signing the name for several hours, Ji Shaoyi felt that his hand was about to break. He had never been so serious since he was a child to do his homework!

The oldest of them, Gatlin, was so shaking that his hands were so shaking that he couldn't even hold his chopsticks.

After the lunch was rushing, all members of the GNM team rushed to the e-sports center by car.

After getting on the bus, everyone was not very excited. After getting on the bus, they rubbed their hands and took some rest.

Lang Qiao was nestled in Ji Shaoyi's arms as usual. When her legs were curled up, she was a small one, like a quiet and obedient cat.

As soon as Ji Shao pulled up the cat's mat, he pecked it lightly, and then pressed her finger joints one after another and said, "Are you tired?"

Lang Qiao shook her head, and after the two of them massaged each other's fingers, Ji Shao stuffed his earphones into her ears and put on a more soothing song.

"Sleep for a while." He rubbed the kitten's head, and his dark eyes were filled with heartache: "It's almost gone through dark circles."

"What about you?" Lang Qiao pointed to his two blue and black smears at the moment, and his tone was a bit disgusting: "It's almost a panda."

Ji Shaoyi: "..." If you become a panda, you will become a panda. What's wrong with your face full of disgust?

Are Yangou so real?

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He suddenly felt a sense of crisis when he was serving the people in Israel. He put his arms around Lang Qiao's neck, put his chin on her shoulder, pulled his soft and glutinous little breasts and began to act coquettishly: "Lang Junjun~ I'll ask you a question~~ you have to answer me truthfully~~~~"

The three twists of this sentence really made Lang Qiao feel disgusted. She rubbed the goose bumps on her arms, resisted the urge to push him away, and squeezed out two words: "You ask."

Ji Shao transformed into the heroine of the bitter scene one by one, with a pack of tears in his dark eyes and said sadly: "If one day my face is not here, will you still love me?"

When she mentioned her appearance was gone, the dream lovers of thousands of girls appeared in her mind. Leonardo played with a water gun and suddenly felt...

I'd better not love it anymore.

But as soon as he met his expectant gaze, Lang Qiao couldn't say anything hurtful. He could only rub his head like a dog, and tried to say tactfully: "I still love it..."

Ji Shaoyi: "???" I am frankly speaking, you are very spiritual.

He snorted in anger and suddenly became unhappy: "If you love, you love, if you don't love, you don't love. What does love mean?"

Lang Qiao stuffed one of his headphones with his backhand and said with a sincere look: "If you don't take good care of your sleep now and take good care of your face, I will dislike you when you get old."
Chapter completed!