Vol 2 Chapter 10: Ma Qingshan

　　 Which eight characters did Ye Bufan type?
　　 [Undecided, quantum mechanics? 】×××
　　【No, no, no. 】
　　【Han Xin orders soldiers, the more the better. 】√√√
　　……
　　 It may be the first time I met such a boastful rookie anchor, Zhao Wuliang, who has become a dog, and talked about the signing of the basic salary, and the more the better.
　　 "Little brother, are you crazy?" Zhao Wuliang frowned, feeling a little inexplicable. He was in charge of himself and came to negotiate a contract with a newcomer. He even pretended to be a big tail wolf.
　　... Ye Bufan was a little nervous.
　　 "My ability, you will see it soon."
　　……
　　 Zhao Wuliang did not respond.
　　 "But at that time, if Dou Shark came to dig me, I can't guarantee that I won't change jobs."
　　……
　　 Ye Bufan was very calm on the surface and trembled in his heart, but after thinking about the cost of krypton gold, he decided to bite his teeth and install this wave of waves to the end.
　　 Haha.
　　 Wuliang Zhao said that it is impossible not to be angry, just a rookie anchor, really think of himself as FK? Still ugly? Even if you really have the king's first level, then you don't pretend to be B like that, right? This is a live broadcast, not an LPL. It may not be watched if it is played well.
　　 took a deep breath, and Zhao Wuliang was very angry and began to tap the keyboard.
"Alright, brother, you are strong. Old Zhao, I may have been in business for more than ten years. This is the first time I have seen you such a confident newcomer. I am so angry with you. I, Zhao Wuliang, will put the words here today... "
"As long as you are the first king to reach the top of the canyon, keep the king first, every day, in addition to the 1,000 ranking rewards, you add 10,000 blue coins, keeping it for a year is 4 million! The basic salary for live broadcast is five thousand in January. 46 rake, you 4 platforms 6."
　　 "If you are not the first one, you will have to broadcast live for our platform for free for three months. Except for the basic salary of 1500, all income during the period will not be distributed to you."
　　 "You, you, you, do you dare?"
　　 Although Ye Bufan was too nervous, he was still very satisfied with Zhao Wuliang's performance.
　　Everything is moving towards the situation that Ye Bufan hoped for. His deliberate arrogance made Zhao Wuliang's brains, and he gave such an exaggerated newcomer contract a bit unreasonably.
　　 "Yes, please send the contract early."
　　Wuliang Zhao: "……"
　　 Feeling the Zhizhu between the lines in the other party's hands and the light wind, made Zhao Wuliang suddenly feel wrong, he has an illusion that he is dominated by the other party.
　　 "This kid is a master in the workplace, right?"
　　 looked at the information, the other party was a twenty-year-old young man.
　　 "MD, is this kid really only twenty years old?"
　　 "Am I being calculated..."
　　 "It's a real dog..."
　　
　　 "Pale yellow dress, fluffy hair."
　　 "Spiritual leader, Pirate Guevara is out of prison."
　　……
　　 During the chat with Zhao Wuliang, who is the concept of quantum mechanics, Ye Bufan canceled the ranking.
　　 I scanned the hot searches and wanted to know the current news.
　　 Suddenly, a web page popped up.
　　 "The gifted boy of the League of Legends was killed in a car accident."
　　 "But a miracle happened to him!"
　　 "Let’s see this boy return to the stage he dreamed of, defeating the incredible LCK, and realizing a dream for youth!"
　　……
　　 Below an FK photo of bitter wine in my throat, a vulgar story is arranged.
　　 This is an online article called "League of Legends, I want the world to be invincible".
　　As a player of League of Legends, Ye Bufan has naturally seen many e-sports novels.
　　 Those bad plots of rebirth and crossing, he could guess how they were arranged with his eyes closed.
　　 What do you want to do to slam the anchor, run into the factory director, torment FK, and win the championship? To realize a dream for youth.
　　 The slogan is very loud.
　　 But now this TM is S10, LPL has long been the league's first division.
　　 Dreams are realized by the players, not by the writers.
　　 "I don't want to realize any dreams, I just want to be cool and kill the altar! It is best to kill the professional gods!"
　　Thinking about those superficial and vulgar to terrifying sections, Ye Bufan couldn't help showing a disdainful smile. People who have never competed with real masters before, do not understand the horror of those who are above the gods of the arena.
　　Using those unnutritious and vulgar writing methods to speculate on the operation and heart of the real master, he really disagrees.
　　 With Ye Bufan's self-confidence that the diamond ranks and below can be arbitrarily high, it is difficult to tell the real masters.
　　 Guapi FK once spread the word:
　　 "You are like a master of Hanbok."
　　 Many people take this sentence as a joke.
　　 But in fact, only those who really understand it can understand, FK is not entirely nonsense.
　　The so-called fried rice master is only qualified to be the cannon fodder in the battle of the altar...
　　 One-tenth master is indeed qualified to continue climbing the peak.
　　 But the more nine-tenths of the masters, in fact, have exhausted all means to improve their points, the limit is reached, and it is difficult to break through.
　　 As time goes by, these people will only become weaker and weaker.
　　 In fact, most of the so-called fried rice masters' fried rice speed, cooking technique and even body heat are no different from ordinary people. To be honest, if you are a black, blue, white, yellow, etc. player who has the same fried rice experience and cooking skills as them, you can easily beat the diamond or even the master without any difficulty.
　　 Originally, Ye Bufan also belonged to one of these ordinary masters. Under the halo of those on the altars of F, S, U, C, G, D, etc., he was unknown.
　　 After the appearance of the Krypton plug-in of the General Ma system, Ye Bufan really had the capital to compete with those gods...
　　 And the courage needed to compete with those gods.
　　 has been flowing in his chest!
　　……
　　 Um...
　　 Although the words are so beautiful...
　　 But for a moment,
　　 Ye Bufan felt that he had used a plug-in, which was a bit unfair.
　　……
　　 But, he thought about it again, wouldn't the reaction and operation of those Alliance gods that are beyond ordinary people's turn on the plug-in?
　　 Those geniuses have terrifying talents that others have never had before, aren’t they also naked plug-ins?
　　 Why do ordinary people have no right to become gods?
　　 is bat?
　　 There is no reason to say...
　　
　　 gurgle.
　　 The overloaded belly rang.
　　 Ye Bufan came to Tianba Internet Cafe at 6 o'clock in the morning. After a few games, he chatted with Zhao Wuliang for a long time. It was already more than 8 o'clock.
　　 drank the Red Bull, picked up his mobile phone and mineral water, Ye Bufan decided to go out for a breakfast.
　　 4 yuan for a hot dry noodle and 3 yuan for three steamed buns.
　　 There is a good day, the dog does not panic, Ye Bufan silently calculated what to eat, and then walked onto the street against the cold wind in the morning of April.
　　……
　　 April is logically spring, but the temperature in the morning and evening is still very low, especially for teenagers who have no food and clothing.
　　 In the small alley next to the Internet cafe, Ma Qingshan was dressed in thin clothes, clasped his head with his hands, and squatted in the corner, surrounded by seven or eight unscrupulous young people with dyed hair.
　　 "Boy, it's good to pay back today, where's your money?"
　　……
　　 "Don't speak, are you? Search for me and pick up his clothes for me."
　　……
　　 Several people tore off Ma Qingshan's shirt and pants, except for the underwear, nothing was left.
　　 flipped around, except for a few sheets of paper full of words, there was no dime.
"The Monkey King, the main e, the deputy q, first come out with nine black blood-cutting hands? Is it just you and him, are you still eligible to play League of Legends?!" Obviously a yellow-haired youth of the boss~www.mtlnovel. com~ Kicked Ma Qingshan's head and made a muffled sound.
　　 Ma Qingshan only felt his head buzzing, but he didn't dare to resist at all. He just leaned against the corner and silently took it.
　　 His parents divorced since he was a child, his mother was married away, and his father beat many people into severe disabilities after drinking and was sentenced to twelve years.
　　 So the fourteen-year-old Ma Qingshan wandered on the streets, always doing odd jobs and eating and drinking.
　　 He really didn't have any money last month. He borrowed 4,000 blue coins from Huangmao.com. It was a high loan. He said that he would pay 6,000 last month, but he hasn't paid a dime even today.
For the past two months, he has been staying in the Internet cafe. He wanted to find a job again, but he was too young and loved to play. Especially after meeting Ye Bufan, he kept the Internet cafe almost every step of the way. When Ye Dashen came to score, he followed to learn.
　　 So the matter of working to earn money was left behind.
　　 Now that I don’t pay back the money I owe, I naturally dare not call the police if I am beaten. Ma Qingshan doesn’t know what to do, so he just shrinks in the corner anyway.
　　 was wounded or killed, and he recognized it.
　　 Until he saw a figure passing by the alley.
　　 is Brother Fan...
　　 Ma Qingshan suddenly felt scared.
　　 He was very afraid that Brother Fan would see him like this, so he hurriedly turned around with his head, wishing to squeeze his face into the wall.
　　 and Huang Mao ruthlessly landed on Ma Qingshan's tender and weak back, leaving behind dusty shoe prints.
　　 And things in the world are just such a coincidence, there is a destined fate between some people.
　　 Ye Bufan, who just walked out of the Internet cafe, heard a strange bang when he passed the alleyway, and couldn’t help turning his head and looking over...