The God-level Scholar of Agent Rebirth

Midsummer Ye half-closed his eyes suspiciously, "What do you mean?"

Zhuang De wiped the cold sweat off his forehead and was about to cry, "Didn't Chu Aoran and Mo Xi go abroad to exchange and study on behalf of the school some time ago? Chu Aoran came back yesterday and replaced Zhen Long and said that the next provincial competition will On his own, he must have heard that you are a well-known anchor, and the e-sports circle has a bit of a sense of competition, so he forced me to recommend you to Chairman Hu, otherwise I will not be able to get along in Shenggao."

When Zhuang De saw Chu Aoran before, he always kept a respectful distance.

Only after being stopped by him in the morning did I realize how insidious this person is behind his back!
"I didn't accept it at first. I know master, you don't want to participate in the competition, and you don't want people to know your strength, but his lackeys pushed me to the ground and knelt on him, and let me! Let me..." He wanted to speak again. Stop, full of humiliation climbed up his face, blushing.

Midsummer Ye's face darkened, "What did he do to you?"

She lowered her eyes and noticed that Zhuang De's knees were red, obviously he had been kneeling for a long time.

"Let me crawl under his crotch." Zhuang De's voice was trembling.

It is angry, but also wronged.

Although he is dissolute and unrestrained, he walks sideways in the school, but among the classes divided by the students, he ranks second to last. It's just that he didn't pose a threat to anyone before, so no one was hostile to him. It wasn't until today that he knew that he had become a big wrong.

"I'm sorry, master, I shouldn't have dragged you into the water, but I can't help it."

Zhuang De felt aggrieved, "The way Jiang Ye looked at me just now almost swallowed me alive. In fact, I know that you despise me. Offending you and Chu Aoran have the same fate."

The corner of Sheng Xiaye's lips twitched, "Don't play with me about green tea."

Zhuang De looked up at her, "Is it obvious?"

He is short, a bit shorter than Midsummer Ye, and his face is even more comical by nature. This kind of pitiful expression really doesn't suit him.

She turned away.

Zhuang De opened his mouth, wanting to call her, but he also knew that his appearance today really disturbed Midsummer Ye's life, and he thought of Chu Aoran's indifferent and arrogant look when he sneaked under Chu Aoran's body, and his anger wandered all over his body But more is the confusion and fear of the future.

Maybe he really wants to leave Sheng Gao.

It hasn't had time for Sheng Xia Ye to accept him as an apprentice.

"You will tell him later, I will participate, yes."

In the distance, a cold female voice came, and Zhuang De raised his eyes to look at Midsummer Ye, his eyes sparked with hope for a moment.

"But let him play a PK with me first, and the loser will sit on the bench and dance the seaweed dance."

"Yes!"

Zhuang De was so excited that he squeezed his fists and jumped on the spot, "Master is mighty!"

He knew that the master was not so cruel.

With the master's strength, isn't winning Chu Aoran the same as playing?

Class S.

When Chu Aoran learned that Sheng Xiaye had played tactics against him, he didn't even raise his eyelids, and a sneer appeared on his lips, laughing at her overreaching.

The friend next to him laughed from ear to ear.

"She's not mistaken, is she? She dared to compete with Ao Ran on the computer, and she won't have any pants left!"

"Hey, pay attention to civilization." Another friend smiled tensely, and looked at Zhuang De who was trembling in front of him, "Didn't you tell her that Ao Ran is better than Tiankuo in computer technology? Ao Ran was too lazy to do those pediatric projects in the past two years." Participate in person, let Tiankuo try something new, outsiders only know that Tiankuo is high-level, but they don't know that there are people outside Tiankuo!"

"Yes, Ao Ran is the light of Shenggao Computer."

Zhuang De felt disgusted when he saw their faces, and he was looking forward to the scene where his master beat them up, so naturally he was not angry anymore.

He said with a contorted smile: "She doesn't know! It's just a vase that doesn't know the heights of the heavens and the earth's thickness. Brother Ao Ran can defeat her by breaking her fingers."

The friend next to him jumped onto the table, "Good boy, you can talk, but it's not enough. When she loses to Ao Ran, let her dance on the bench. Dance as long as the competition lasts."

"Wave, you are the one who is ruthless!"

Chu Aoran didn't speak the whole time, but when he heard the conversation between the brothers, he curled the corners of his mouth.

On the sports field, it was a fluke for him to lose to Midsummer Ye.

Since she dared to choose to be a game anchor, she would play disco on his thunder point. This time, not only did he want her to be disgraced in the provincial computer competition, but she would also be beaten by everyone in the anchor world.

When I went to the live broadcast on Midsummer Night, I found that a large number of sailors came into the live broadcast room to play the rhythm.

The room manager was too busy to silence him.

She chose to ignore it and continue the live broadcast, earning all the gifts she planned to receive today, and announced the next broadcast.

Tang Hong's arson and murderous behavior was bad last time, and she has not been released yet. She currently does not have a manager, and she is the first anchor in the company who continues to be popular but has no manager.

Sheng Xiaye called the company, only to find out that since Mr. Wei was imprisoned, the company's board of directors has been polarized, fighting for the position of president, the company has no leader, and people are in panic. Everyone can't take care of themselves, let alone her.

In the middle of the night, Sheng Xiaye searched on the bed with his laptop for a long while, and finally found the source of tonight's navy.

The host who bought the navy has a stage name called "Proud".

He had been playing the Honor of Kings game five years ago when it first came out, and he had joined the live broadcast platform at that time. He was considered an old man among mobile game anchors and an old member of the company's labor union.

He mainly plays shooter, 120-segment, and his strength should not be underestimated.

Sheng Xiaye tilted her head back, staring at his Baidu Encyclopedia, puzzled, how did she anger this great god when she was only playing mid laner and jungler?

The next morning, when Sheng Xiaye arrived at school, Yuanjia Road was narrow, so he happened to meet Chu Aoran and his group.

"Little girl, you are very courageous."

The two brothers on Chu Aoran's left and right looked at each other, and taunted him mercilessly, "Go and find out about the awards your Aoran brother has won on the computer, the trophies stacked together can kill two of you, how dare you provoke him?"

"Hey, those who don't know are innocent."

Gao Lang looked at Midsummer Ye, his porcelain white face was flawless, his eyes were as bright as stars without impurities, being stared at by her so indifferently made Gao Leng's blood boil all over.

He stepped forward and lifted Midsummer Ye's chin, "For the sake of your beauty, my buddy will help you talk to Ao Ran, as long as you apologize to him now, there will be no match today, and let Ao Ran Help you beg for mercy not to let you sit on the bench."

He could imagine the humiliation of that scene.

A female game anchor who went to participate in a computer competition sponsored by the state, she was called a substitute player, but in fact she was just a useless vase, and she couldn't make it to the stage.

At that time, as long as she sits on it, the audience in the auditorium, as well as the netizens in front of the mobile phone TV, can't spray her like a sieve?
Gao Lang was immersed in the self-imagined cool text and couldn't help himself, but he didn't notice the cold wave in the girl's eyes in front of him.

Midsummer Ye sneered.

White and thin fingers grabbed his wrist in an instant.