At noon the next day, when Zhou Bei was still at home and pondering what TV series to shoot, Miss Han actually came back with a big paper bag in her hand.

"Han Yuyun, you don't have to clock in after get off work! It's really sad for your unit to have an employee like you!"

A white eye rolled over, and then she put the paper bag on the table heavily: "For you!"

"How embarrassing that is!"

But he didn't look embarrassed at all, and quickly took the bag and looked at it.

"A suit? Why give me this? I have it!"

The fat brother took out a suit from the bag and said.

"That tiger men's suit in your closet? Cut!"

If Chen Shaoxiong, the general manager of Tiger Brand, knew that his own things were disliked like this, wonder if he would want to cry.

"Why did you think of buying me clothes?"

The fat brother asked while holding the clothes and gesturing on his body.

"You can't go to an event tonight in shorts, a T-shirt, flip-flops."

"Tsk tsk! You're so kind to me! I'm really... how about I promise?"

A shy look makes the fat brother lose his soul.

In the end, nothing happened. Han Yuyun’s unit still has something to deal with, and the fat brother can only sit on the bedside sadly...

I haven't even kissed a mouth, this is a failed life!

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"Hello, all CS fans in the live broadcast room, it is now 7:12 in the afternoon, and there are still 18 minutes left for the peak duel of the first CS Kings Tournament in Dahuaxia District. Who will be the king's throne? We will wait and see!"

"Hello fellow water friends, the anchor has now entered the venue of the peak game. You can see that the venue is full. I estimate that there should be more than 2,000 people tonight..."

"The number of fans of the two teams, the God of War and the Huaxia Imperial Guard, is almost the same. Now there are even viewers who have brought fluorescent boards. Let's casually interview..."

A large number of anchors have all mixed in to gain popularity, and they are all broadcasting live to the water friends in their live broadcast room.

An unintentional move by Zhou Beibu created a precedent. In this world, this is the first time that a game has gathered so many game lovers, and as a result, a lot of related industries have been derived, which has promoted CS Players transition from amateur to semi-professional.

Therefore, the people who are focusing on this peak game at this time are not only fans and fans of CS, but also colleagues in the domestic game industry. They all want to know where Xinghuo will take this step!

The sky was dark outside, the splendid chase lights were cruising around the venue, and several high-definition cameras were already set up.

Zhou Beiruo sat in the third row with Ou Zhengqing, who was wearing a hat and mask, because the distance between the three large LED screens on the left and right and in front of them was just right.

"You're a good match for the king!"

Ou Zhengqing whispered.

"It doesn't look like a king!"

The fat brother said arrogantly, and Han Yuyun on his right had an expression of disgust when he heard the words.

After the ten computers with the Xiguawang LOGO on the stage were powered on, each team sent a special person to check the equipment one by one. Of course, they would confirm the equipment again after a while.

At 7:30, all the lights in the venue suddenly went out, causing bursts of exclamations.

Immediately after, the three huge LED screens in the field were lit up with the logo of Xinghuo Games, and a majestic music sounded, and then the female voice part immediately followed, and immediately grabbed the ears of everyone in the field!

This is "original" by Fat Brother again, inspired by For The Win in the previous life.

As the tragic female voice sounded, the picture also switched to some wonderful scenes in this King's Cup game. Every few seconds, a scene filled with the names of the participating teams flashed, but every time the names above were in reduce.

The music is getting faster and faster, the fighting is getting more intense, the name reduction rate is getting faster and faster, and when the last eight teams are left, there are already defeated players crying on the spot!

A heavy drum sound came from the sound, all the sounds suddenly stopped, and the picture was frozen on the names of the last two teams left.

Mars!

Huaxia Guards!

"Clap clap clap clap!"

"God of War God of War! Invincible!"

"Huaxia Imperial Guard, King is in the world!"

While the audience below applauded desperately, some team supporters were desperately shouting slogans, holding up fluorescent boards and cheering for their respective teams.

"Dear guests, dear players, good evening, welcome to the peak match of the Dahuaxia Counter-Strike King Tournament. I am the host Lingling. First of all, I would like to thank Xigua.com for its strong support for this event, and secondly, I would like to thank All of you here and the players and friends who can't come in person, thanks to your support, today's exciting event is possible, I hope everyone..."

When the host on stage was talking, Han Yuyun quietly stretched out her hand and pinched a stupid fat brother who couldn't close his mouth, and said viciously: "Do you like to look at low-cut?"

How do you want me to answer this? ! This Nima is a way to send a proposition!

The obscene expression on the fat brother's face disappeared, and he said solemnly: "I was just thinking, if you wear this dress, you must be 10,000 times better than her!"

"Humph! You are acquainted with each other!"

Miss Han snorted lightly, but there was a slight smile on the corner of her mouth. She turned her head and continued to look at the stage. Her left hand seemed to have "accidentally" passed through Zhou Bu's arm, and was half leaning on his arm.

"Let's call out today's two teams with the warmest applause!"

The audience below shouted even harder. The fat brother was caught in the middle and only felt that the noise made his head feel distressed. What was even more outrageous was that Ou Zhengqing next to him was also struggling to shout "Prince Guard Guard"!

Both teams are wearing uniform clothes, with the pattern of Counter-Strike Kings on the front, the LOGO of Xinghuo on the left chest, the names of their respective teams and players on the back, and... the LOGO of Xigua.com, who is it? Investor.

After the host briefly interviewed the captains of the two teams, the two sides quickly returned to their respective positions, and checked the computer, keyboard, mouse, and headphones for the last time.

It’s still the Desert 2 map, the captains on both sides threw coins, the Guards first got the Counter-Strike, and laymen watched the fun, but otherwise Zhou could see that their cooperation was no worse than that of Xinghuo. The best I've ever seen!

The fat brother was frowning slightly as he watched the two teams fighting on the big screen, when a familiar fragrance suddenly came from his nose.

Looking slightly sideways, Han Yuyun didn't know when her little head was resting on his shoulder, and her upper and lower eyelids were already fighting.

Han Yuyun has been busy for a day today, and ran to bring clothes to Zhou Buoran, and she had to go back to the unit to continue her work after finishing the work, and she didn't have much of a cold for these kinds of games, so the cheers from the audience became hypnotic in her ears. Divine Comedy.

The hair that sneaked out made Zhou Bu's face itchy, and there were bursts of soft touch from his arms, and with the fragrance, the fat brother's thoughts began to deviate.

What was going on on stage, who killed whom, he didn't care at all...