After the introduction of the reward system for reporting smokers, no one came to report it, and there were people who covered up or even took the blame. This brother Ding is really unexpected.

The sound of money being pocketed sounded.

Although Lu Baiyuan has not been punished by the alliance in the past five years, he has made a lot of money in Ding Ge. In the past year, it can be said that TTC's supper has been contracted by him, Yuan Qian and Pine.

"It's on you." Lu Baiyuan put away his phone.

Brother Ding just remembered, to say who is the most skilled in paying fines, it is Lu Baiyuan.

In fact, Ding Ge used to be non-smoking. After all, eight/nine out of ten professional players smoked. This industry is under too much pressure, newcomers are constantly pouring in, the audience is demanding, and if they lose a game, they will be scolded for hot searches. The smell of nicotine can make them relax for a while.

But at the beginning of last year, a professional player with advanced lung cancer retired in situ.

At the age of 23, he had lung cancer. The news frightened countless clubs, and they asked players to quit smoking internally.

Brother Ding came up with this cruel rule as soon as he gritted his teeth, but he used all the fines he received on the players. He paid for takeaways, restaurants, and even occasionally buying clothes.

"Aren't you almost quitting?" Brother Ding frowned, "Why did you meet again recently?"

Lu Baiyuan put away his mobile phone: "I just touched one, the barbecue stall tastes great."

Brother Ding pondered for a while, XIU would call Lu Baiyuan over at night, probably because he was in a bad mood, and then contact him about the recent internal affairs of PUD...

He sighed inaudibly: "Anyway, smoke less. I bought breakfast and went in to eat."

The TTC training room was very noisy today-

Yuan Qian took a sip of water and said, "What heroes have you practiced recently... Of course you can't say. Wait, you'll find out later, the water friends who didn't pay attention, give me a follow, and it's almost two hundred rounded up. "

Pine: "Thank you for the gift."

"Come on, at the end of the month, brothers, help me rush to the list, the free gifts will be cleared by the next month! Kong Kong just took me 16 points, and I will definitely surpass him on the live broadcast list today!" Xiaobai took a closer look Barrage: "What? You want to leave it to my brother? Don't worry, my brother won't broadcast again this month, and it won't necessarily be broadcast next month. For Soft? He's so high on the list, he doesn't need-"

Jian Rong wore one earphone and said coldly, "I want it."

"?" Xiaobai couldn't believe it: "Why are you still grabbing business?"

Jian Rong said, "It was you who robbed me of my business, and everyone said it was for me."

Xiaobai was so aggrieved that he lowered his head and took a sip of yogurt.

Jian Rong was actually joking. He didn't want to start the live broadcast today. There were many people who started the broadcast at the end of the month, and the live broadcast traffic was not as good as usual.

He just finished a single row game here.

Jian Rong stared at the record for a while, and always felt that the two games were boring.

He glanced back, just in time to see Lu Baiyuan throwing the empty cup of soy milk into the trash can.

After staring at the matching interface for half a minute, Jian Rong picked up her phone and sent a message to Lu Baiyuan.

[Fuck ears: Captain]

Immediately following, Jian Rong continued to type three words: double row?

"Captain, are you finished? I'm on the trumpet, we're going to have a platoon now?" Yuan Qian turned his head and asked.

"Well, I'll go now." After Lu Baiyuan finished speaking, he picked up the vibrating mobile phone and glanced at it.

"Ah, yes, I'm playing double queuing with the captain today." Yuan Qian said to the barrage: "The coach said that our cooperation in the cross-tower and anti-squatting is almost impossible, let's practice more... It's okay, just practice cooperation, not routines. It doesn't matter if the live broadcast is on."

Jian Rong stared at the two words she sent out, and for the first time hated her online chat habit of splitting one sentence into two sentences.

【R: Hmm】

Jian Rong: "..."

His hand on his chin slowly moved up, supporting his forehead.

After calling, he could only bite the bullet and reply.

[Fuck ears: I'm going to the tea room... Do you drink instant coffee? 】

Grass.

After Jian Rong asked, she felt embarrassed. He brewed instant coffee with nothing bitter, or the milk and sugar were too sweet.

[R: No. 】

Before Jian Rong could return, two seconds later, the phone vibrated again—

[R: When Brother Qian and I finish practicing, how many will we line up? 】

Jian Rong's eyes lit up, she pursed her lips, and quickly replied "OK".

From noon to evening, everyone took advantage of dinner time to watch the live broadcast of the PUD game together.

Tonight's PUD fight against Zhanhu is one of the highlights of the regular season of the spring season.

"Who do you think will win?" Xiaobai held a bag of potato chips and pretended to watch a movie.

Pine: "PUD."

"Not necessarily, Zhanhu is quite stable, and the PUD is still in the run-in period." Yuan Qian was eating ice cream: "After all, there are three Koreans in the team now."

"The other two Koreans are very good in Chinese, so Savior should be close." Xiaobai looked at the person next to him: "What about you two? Who do you think will win?"

Remembering the bombardment of text messages he received when he woke up, Lu Baiyuan said in a low voice, "PUD."

Jian Rong chewed the gum without thinking about the question, and said, "PUD."

Xiaobai: "Why?"

"No reason." Jian Rong said simply and rudely, "Whatever you say."

Lu Baiyuan raised the corner of his mouth and followed the camera to take a look at XIU's state.

XIU was obviously more nervous than usual, with a straight back, as if he was playing a game for the first time. Those who didn't know, thought he was a rookie from somewhere.

In this game, the two teams played a full BO3 and averaged more than 40 minutes per game.

Forty minutes is a very long game. Zhanhu is good at playing late game, and PUD is not too much. The two teams embody the word operation vividly - develop together in the early stage, you kill me to top the order, I kill you AD, you eat I'm three wolves, I eat you F6... No more than three large team fights per round.

Under the same tactics, the personal strength of the PUD team players is obviously better.

In the end, Zhan Hu Xi mentioned a two-game losing streak, and PUD won the game with a 2:1 record.

At the end of the game, Xiaobai asked quietly, "Let's play PUD next week, right?"

"Yes." Yuan Qian paused: "Why do I think that PUD has become stronger again?"

Pine said "um": "Although the economy of the two sides is about the same in 30 minutes, I always feel that the PUD is pressing Zhanhu to fight."

"Nonsense." Brother Ding stood behind them: "The new mid laner they just spent 16 million on is still weaker than before? It's not a big deal if you don't understand the language, you can play if you know how to signal."

Xiaobai was shocked: "16 million??"

"The exact price is not clear. Anyway, the price offered to me is 1600. I didn't agree for two seasons. The price for PUD is estimated to be similar, or more."

"How expensive is it..." Yuan Qian burst into foul language and couldn't help asking his mid laner: "Jian Rong, how much is your signing fee? You only signed for one season, right? It expires after the spring season? "

"Yeah." Jian Rong leaned against the back of the chair with her hands in her pockets, and said coldly after a few seconds, "One hundred and four."

Everyone was silent for a moment, and then looked at Brother Ding in unison.

Dingo coughed lightly.

He originally wanted to come up with a higher number, but he didn't expect that just after throwing this number, Jian Rong agreed without thinking.

"See what I do?" Brother Ding said: "Although it's not high, the number is reasonable. Which rookie can start the team and earn a million-dollar salary as soon as he joins the team?"

What Brother Ding said is not unreasonable. If it was placed a few months ago, the price would be normal. After all, when the other three members of the team joined the team, their monthly salary was less than 2,000 yuan, and Pine's signing fee at that time was only 800,000 yuan a season.

It's just that Jian Rong has performed so well after joining the team that people subconsciously feel that the price is not worthy of him.

The camera cuts to the interview after the game. The MVP of the game was given to XIU. After answering a few routine questions, XIU said that he was most looking forward to fighting against the Road's wild area.

Lu Baiyuan didn't have any interest in listening any further. He stood up and patted the hair of his middle-ranking single, who was dissatisfied with his stinky face because his worth was one-sixth of other people's.

"Next season you'll be expensive." He said, "Don't look at it, come double row."-

Brother Ding has always been quick in his work.

The endorsement contract of the keyboard was signed to Jian Rong early. On Sunday, Jian Rong received a notice to take a promotional photo.

Brother Ding explained: "I have something on hand today, so I contacted two assistants, and they will come to accompany you right away."

"No, I'll do it myself." Jian Rong was playing games and refused without looking back.

"The endorsement campaign is not the same as the team campaign. The photographer has more requirements," Ding insisted: "And you are the starting player, how can you let you go by yourself? Why do you need an assistant? You wait, they will take a taxi. We'll be there in twenty minutes, let's go after this game."

Thinking of spending an afternoon with two strangers, Jianrong's brows furrowed: "I said no..."

"I'll go with him."

Everyone else in the training room was stunned, and Jian Rong couldn't even care about making up the soldiers, so she turned her head in a daze.

Lu Baiyuan got up with his coat: "What time do you want to arrive over there?"

Brother Ding originally wondered whether there would be fewer two assistants. After all, Jian Rong is now a little e-sports god. As a newcomer, he is better than most e-sports players except for his salary.

But let Lu Baiyuan accompany him... That cafe is too big. When the host went to film the endorsement himself, he arranged for eight people to follow him.

But Lu Baiyuan insisted on sending it, and Brother Ding couldn't say anything. After all, on Sunday, players can apply to go out after completing the training time.

Hearing that Lu Baiyuan wanted to accompany her, Jian Rong subconsciously wanted to refuse.

But when it came to his lips, he was reluctant to say it, for fear that Lu Baiyuan would really not go.

When he went back and forth in rejection and silence, Lu Baiyuan was already dressed and chatted with Ding Ge about the specific location of the shooting.

Brother Ding compromised: "Just follow, but don't drive by yourself. It will take half an hour in the past. I will ask the driver to take you there."

Lu Baiyuan hummed lightly: "He shoots alone?"

"How can it be? It's said that it's a couple's keyboard, and Qiuqiu will also go."

Lu Baiyuan nodded, and out of the corner of his eye met Jian Rong's gaze: "Finished?"

Jian Rong: "... um."

Lu Baiyuan picked up the hat on Jianrong's table and put it on Jianrong's head: "Let's go then."

There were people coming and going in the studio, more than a dozen staff were setting the scene, and the battle was much more exaggerated than when Jian Rong took the team's makeup photos.

Although Brother Ding was vaccinated in advance, when the makeup artist came up with an eyeliner, Jane's furrowed eyebrows were twisted enough to squeeze out mosquitoes.

Makeup artist: "Don't be nervous dear, I won't poke into your eyes, rex~ You are so sensitive."

Jian Rong's eyelashes fluttered, her lips pursed impatiently, and it took a long time to answer, "...Oh."

Lu Baiyuan stood behind him and looked at him in the mirror, without taking off his hat, with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Road God?" A man came over. It was the person in charge of the factory who arranged to oversee the work. He stretched out his hand in surprise: "Why are you here?"

Lu Baiyuan shook hands with him: "Take our mid laner to take a promotional photo."

The man was stunned for two seconds: "You bring him to shoot..."

"Well." Lu Baiyuan smiled: "Take time to part-time as an assistant."

"..."

"Oh, don't open your eyes!" The makeup artist screamed: "It's over, it's crooked, and it has to be done again."

I just wanted to take a peek at Jian Rong who Lu Baiyuan was chatting with: "...Sorry."

When Jian Rong finished putting on her makeup, Lu Baiyuan was sitting next to him and playing with his mobile phone.

The makeup artist breathed a sigh of relief, put the things away, and looked at Jian Rong with satisfaction: "Okay! Isn't he handsome?"

Lu Baiyuan raised his eyes.

Jian Rong's skin was originally white, so she didn't apply too much powder, and her eyeliner was not exaggerated, she just drew her shape.

Lu Baiyuan couldn't see any change: "Well, handsome."

Resisting the urge to rub her eyes, Jian Rong squinted to herself in the mirror: "I'm... whiter than the wall??"

Makeup artist: "It's just fine. It won't be so white when I get on the mirror."

Jian Rong: "My eyes seem to have been beaten."

Makeup artist: "...Your illusion."

Jian Rong: "I've got ash on my nose."

"...That's the shadow." The makeup artist forced a smile and complained in a Taiwanese accent: "You are really straight."

Lu Baiyuan's smile paused.

The makeup artist went to rest, and Jian Rong pursed her lips, trying to lighten her lipstick.

Lu Baiyuan thought his eyes were still uncomfortable: "It's uncomfortable?"

Jian Rong turned her head: "It's a little bit. Is this makeup artist not good at transforming..."

Before he finished speaking, Lu Baiyuan suddenly stretched out his hand and lightly wiped his lips with the pulp of his finger.

Jian Rong froze and didn't move.

Lu Baiyuan withdrew his hand and stained it with a little color: "Don't sip it, the lipstick is smeared, and the makeup has to be repaired. Be patient."

Jian Rong kept looking at Lu Baiyuan's hand, and after a few seconds, she said, "...Understood."

A few people walked in, surrounded by a girl.

Qiuqiu is young, and when she wears clean and light makeup, she looks like a beautiful school flower in high school. She had a girly fragrance on her body, and the whole dressing room was her scent as soon as she entered the room.

"Lu Shen, Soft, hello, first time seeing you." Qiuqiu smiled and explained: "I am missing a pair of shoes, the staff has already gone back to get them, it will take about ten minutes to start shooting, it may take a while... ...you don't mind, do you?"

Jian Rong retracted her gaze and shook her head: "It's okay."

"That's good." Qiuqiu smiled with a pear vortex: "I like watching your live broadcast very much."

Qiuqiu left quickly, and the dressing room door closed again.

"Is she beautiful?" Lu Baiyuan asked suddenly.

Jian Rong honestly said, "Pretty."

Jian Rong always said something.

The ball is really beautiful, youthful, pure and natural.

Lu Baiyuan raised his eyes from his phone: "Do you like this?"

Jian Rong was stunned for a moment, and she deserved it quickly: "No, how is it possible."

Lu Baiyuan looked at him: "Then what kind of girl do you like."

Jian Rong's eyes were illuminated by the headlights of the mirror, and there was a Lu Baiyuan in it.

After a long time, Jian Rong said, "...I don't know. There is no girl I like."