"Click, click."

One night's training, 1v1 that's common. If you don't have 1v1 players, you'll form a team to play black.

Everyone uses a high-level number and plays the H Service Regiment war.

One is because h-suit is recognized as difficult to play.

Second, the competition system of this breakthrough is different from that in the past. It requires individual killing and death ranking.

Everyone is staring at the screen and constantly adapting to new ways of playing.

It is common for professional E-sports players to turn upside down day and night.

But in order to adjust the jet lag and physical skills, Zhao sanpang prepared his big horn early in the morning, stood there and raised his eyebrows at the thin little devil.

Thin little devil has a remote control in his hand, and a toy electronic car is connected to the other side of the remote control.

As like as two peas, the electronic car is almost the same shape as Lamborghini.

Along the long corridor of the hotel, you can see the electronic car slowly driving forward, stopping in front of the door of each guest room, and then throwing a small ball.

Zhao sanpang looked at him and looked sideways: "can this work?"

"Internal and external devices." Thin little devil, with a handsome face, continued to operate the remote control.

Zhao sanpang asked, "what do you mean?"

The thin little devil stood there with short legs like lotus roots and took time to drink the pure milk on the small dining car: "you'll know when 003 comes back."

"That thing is called 003?" Zhao three looked at the fat side, and he did not forget to Tucao: "I said Ann, did you not make complaints about the way your child and other children lived? Is this table automatic?"

Just when Zhao sanpang reached out and touched the strange table.

A mechanical recording rang: "level 1 danger, level 1 danger! Master, there are bacteria trying to pollute your breakfast! "

Zhao sanpang looked at the table that suddenly swung his "fist". He had never been so speechless in his life: "me? Bacteria? "

"002 is very sensitive to people except me, my mother and my housekeeper Grandpa." The thin little devil's small face is beautiful and calm.

Zhao sanpang asked, "what about your father?"

"Oh." The little devil sneered and said, "Qin mo."

During the meal, both fists on the table were raised, and one of them didn't know where to get the cactus ball: "attack mode, start!"

Bang!

A little ball just bounced over!

Zhao sanpang, a fat man, is flexible: "Ann, don't hit people in the face!"

The ball still rubbed his arm.

Zhao sanpang glanced at the small thorns left on his clothes and had to give a thumbs up: "that's right! Ann, that's how we should deal with Qin shameless. "

Thin little devil raised the milk cup, which means like-minded.

Zhao sanpang was so beautiful that he bowed his head and sent the news to their former group: "ha ha ha, Qin is shameless. He is attacked by cactus every day. It tastes great."

Yes, I still don't forget AIT's client.

"Cactus? What do you mean? " Lin Feng is pulling his tie.

Someone looked at him: "don't make fun."

Lin Feng waved: "there are definitely gossip, listen! Captain's! "

If Qin Mo suffers losses, the people in the group will love it.

Still waiting for Zhao sanpang to break the news.

In the group, there was such a sentence.

Qin Mo: "I didn't expect that Ann's gadgets could hurt people. My godson is incompetent. The fat God was stabbed badly? That's sad. "

Sad, you shit!

Zhao sanpang looked back and forth twice. After confirming that this was a mockery of him, he turned his head and asked the little man, "Ann, have you ever hit your father's scum?"