Chapter 1597: Dreaming back at midnight.
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The eSports King’s Crush
- Warring Young Seven
- 716 characters
- 2021-04-13 12:21:31
Chapter 1597 Dreaming back at midnight.
"Qin, Qin..."
Not only Director Xu, but also everyone on the conference table, their expressions changed drastically.
Behind the people, is the trophy that the organizing committee should be most proud of.
Outside the building, the looped video gradually overlaps with the silhouette of the person.
Suddenly, people sitting here can't tell which year it is.
The visitor was very polite. After wiping his glasses, he curled his lips and smiled: "Why didn't you say it?"
"Hahaha, this is really a dream back to the past." Someone wanted to make a round of it: "Old Xu, Old Xu!"
Director Xu seemed to wake up from a big dream, and stepped forward and said: "I really hope the stars and the moon, and finally hope the true is here, President Qin!"
Qin Mo only raised his eyes and glanced at him when he heard the words.
At that glance, Director Xu also said bitterly: "You have also seen that there is a problem with the team's ace player. The organizing committee is quiet every day. The pressure from the outside world is okay, but if you really lose the game because of the individual, who Neither can bear this responsibility."
"Director Xu." Qin Mo propped his desk with one hand, his figure slowly approaching: "I don't know how long Director Xu has been here, do you know how I talked to you at that time?"
Director Xu had not yet sat in this position at that time.
The oppressive feeling is as vivid as yesterday.
This person, also in this place, dressed in a battle uniform with cold eyes, said only one sentence: "Let me come back and lead the Huaxia team, but whoever goes to the competition and how to fight, I have the final say."
The former president agreed.
That year, the word
China
ignited all of Milan.
Climbing to the top in the first battle is a three-year glory.
Now he is back.
Director Xu knew that everything here was won by the group of people he led.
but.
"President Qin, this is not your time. Our organizing committee must not only balance the outside world, but also consider realistic factors."
Qin Mo's eyes were very shallow, so shallow that it was a little cold: "The practical factor is that for so many years, your group of trash has only pointed at one person to enter the finals. Now that he is encountering difficulties, you should let him rest, Director Xu. Since you care about the outside world so much, don't do public relations in the sea."
"Mr. Qin, you, you..." Director Xu's face was red and white, and his chest hurt when he wanted to talk.
Qin Mo's voice was slow: "In this game, you still want the trophy behind me, so you can clean up your mind and let King be a substitute. It's better to go home now. The organizing committee has been training for so many years. A lot of national team players have been inexperienced, and they have been 0 blocked in the outside world. You have also worked so hard not to win the championship."
"Kid Qin!" The old man listened happily, and said, "Don't say too much."
Qin Mo is very gentle: "As far as the matter is concerned, I really admire the organizing committee's training ability."
This ridicule, poke the pain point straight.
Director Xu’s faction, I want to get rid of myself.
Qin Mo smiled, and pulled his collar up with one hand: "Director Xu, where are you playing the e-sports arena?"
At this moment, Director Xu was really scared, and his lips were shaking: "Qin, President Qin, I, I..."
"Outside voices, you handle it, I don't care how much pressure you are under, these pressures shouldn't be given to the players who desperately want to win the championship in Milan." Qin Mo let go and stood before the conference table. : "It's what you should do to let the people who should be on the court play."
The innermost person in charge stood up and sighed: "Just do it."
Director Xu nodded.
The person in charge approached Qin Mo:
There are some things, most of which are beyond my ability. I often feel that I am old. Today I see you as a kid and feel nothing terrible.
Yes, there is nothing scary.
Who doesn’t want to watch the grand occasion that year?
(End of this chapter)