There have been storm on major social networking sites.

The gnm team has been raising Gu for so long and has taken the fan bonus for so long, and finally suffered a backlash.

The black fans finally grabbed the wrong point and all appeared overnight, attacking everyone in the GNM team unscrupulously.

GNM fans beat the trolls outside and scolded the club's itinerary for being unreasonable, which made the little ones they liked suffered grievances.

The moment he logged into the official blog account, Zheng Hang seemed to have returned to the time when they were just demoted from pcl. Whether it was private messages or comments, they were filled with a lot of bad words, and some even mixed with horror pictures.

Zheng Hang hurriedly glanced and felt uncomfortable, not to mention the children like Ji Shaoyi and others.

While observing the wind on the Internet, he spoke awkwardly: "It's nothing happened in the past few days, so you all don't go online."

As he said that, he glanced at Lang Qiao, "Especially Sister Lang, people nowadays attack people online, if they scare you..."

Before he could finish his words, he saw Lang Qiao glance at him coldly. How contemptuous it was to have his eyes narrowed slightly: "I look easily scared?"

Zheng Hang glanced at her little arms and legs that were very inconsistent with the look of looking down on the world, thinking that you looked more than just frightened...

It's easy to be scared to tears!

But he thought about the Demon King's look so angry that he jumped up every day, so he swallowed the words to his mouth again, and laughed dryly: "I just remind you that if you are not afraid of being scolded, you can watch it on Weibo all day with watermelon every day..."

Gatlin, who was criticized for the most mistake, "I'm not afraid of being scolded by Sister Lang. What's the scary thing about us guys?"

As he said that, he turned around with his elbow and waited for me: "Everyone has been demoted from pcl, speak more arrogantly."

Wait for me to nod and agree: "That's it!"

Perhaps because he felt that the air in the car was particularly dull, Ji Shao opened the window a little and let the night wind blow gently on his face.

Until all the annoyance in his heart was blown away by the wind, he sneered coldly: "I want to know more than the evaluations of those people on the Internet, how do the clubs calculate the problem of squeezing us?"

As soon as he talked about this, Zheng Hang immediately touched his nose and said guiltily: "I will strive for it again, and everyone will take advantage of the weekly finals this week to have a good rest and adjust their condition."

The player's conception of the club's management is contrary to the concept, and it is particularly difficult for him to be in the middle of the manager.

He had no other way than to appease the players' emotions and strive for them.

Ji Shaoyi knew that he was just a working person and did not intend to make things difficult for him. He just put the ugly words in front of him: "If you can't fight for it, I will not cooperate with any itinerary that has nothing to do with the game in the future."

After saying that, he blinked at Zheng Hang playfully and said, "You can tell them as they are."

His tone was very light, but Zheng Hang didn't think he was joking.

Because Gatling and I have an average family background and average education, there seems to be no other way to go except e-sports.

Their team has always had poor performance, and they both didn't save much money. They can withstand the pressure of survival until now. It is not an exaggeration to say "generate electricity for love".

They can't resist, and they can't resist at all.

They can't afford to pay the penalty alone.

But Ji Shaoyi and Lang Qiao are different. They have countless ways to retreat.

As long as they want to leave, no one can stop them.

Not to mention paying for liquidated damages, they were not afraid of buying the entire team.

Thinking of this, Zheng Hang could only curse the 'evil rich man' in his heart, and then nodded and said, "I understand."

They rushed for a day and suffered another defeat. They were extremely tired both mentally and physically. After returning to the hotel they were staying, they took a shower and went to bed after eating something.

Zheng Hang was in a bad mood. Not only did he not have to sleep, he also had to discuss countermeasures with other management teams overnight and think about what to do next.

The next morning, Lang Qiao was awakened by a knock on the door.

Before she could open her eyes, she heard the people around her say, "Stop sleeping, I'll go."

The voice was dull and hoarse, with a strong nasal sound, and it was obvious that he had just woken up.

Lang Qiao was so sleepy that he reluctantly groaned in response, then wrapped the quilt on his body, closed his eyes and continued to sleep.

Ji Shaoyi was so cute when she was humming. After leaning on her face and sniffing, he finally rolled out of bed with satisfaction and walked on his slippers to open the door.

Standing outside the door was Zheng Hang.

Ji Shaoyi glanced at the two blue and black patterns under his eyes, and the stubble that appeared on his chin, raised his eyebrows and said, "Didn't sleep all night?"

Zheng Hang nodded. He was too lazy to go around with Mr. Ji anymore and said straight to the point: "The fans are now attacking the official blog of our club like crazy. It is not a solution to continue like this. The senior executives hope that you and Sister Lang can have a live broadcast and comfort them."

"How to comfort me?" Ji Shaoyi leaned lazily against the door frame, and his slow tone had a sarcastic effect: "Do you tell them that I did it on purpose for losing the game? Or did I say that the money was voluntarily? Then you sold them a lot of money, saying that I was not full or warm in this small team. In order to survive, I could only play the game while rushing for a bad trip, so I accidentally didn't perform well."

"I got my wife fans, and my mother fans felt a lot of sympathy. In order to make me have a full meal, I immediately spent money even harder. Then the club tried hard to arrange offline activities for us and it was a waste of money?"

Zheng Hang was speechless by him.

Because he was right, as long as someone is willing to buy it, as long as there is profit, the sickle of capital will never stop.

He knew it well, but he could only smile bitterly and said, "No matter what, let's comfort first. After all, those people have suffered a lot of grievances and scolded in order to protect you and Sister Lang. You can't let those who like you feel upset, right?"

What he said was that Ji Shaoyi wanted to laugh.

It is right for those people to protect him and Lang Qiao, but he doesn't know whether they like them or simply addicted to the self-touching of their idols.

If he is a professional player, he doesn't think about how to improve his abilities, but only thinks about how to make those so-called wives happy and asks them to make money for him, then it will really make people who like him feel disappointed.

As a professional player, the best gift he can give back to his fans is only the results.

If he really wants to be an idol, why doesn’t he pursue his dreams in the entertainment industry?

Just because his hair is full of excellent genes for drama, he might become the best actor one day.
Chapter completed!