Become the e-sports wild king's palm girl

Chapter 132 Brother Qi Is Really In A Good Mood

The finger joints also turned pale and bloodless because of the master's continuous tightening and forceful instructions.

"Take it easy," Lin Cheng said in a cold and ruthless tone, "Don't hurt your hand, you won't be able to fight Zhan Shiting."

Yu Bo, who was holding the phone tightly, didn't say a word.

He bowed his head, breathing heavily, his breath was cloudy.

About a minute and a half later, Yu Bo finally calmed down a little, and let the phone slip from his palm.

He raised his head and looked at Lin Cheng with dark eyes.

He already guessed what Lin Cheng wanted to say when he came to him today.

And what Lin Cheng said next confirmed Yu Bo's thoughts.

"Brother Qi asked me to bring you a sentence." Lin Cheng sat up straight from the chair, with his bloated belly leaning against the edge of the conference table, "If you want to keep your career and reputation, you want to continue to be that famous BO, then don’t let him down.”

Yu Bo didn't speak, his hands on the table were clenched into fists.

Lin Cheng looked back at Yu Bo's dark eyes, and refused to budge.

After four or five seconds, Yu Bo suddenly gritted his teeth and smiled.

"Brother Qi is really in a good mood," Yu Bo's tone was not salty, "If I'm not wrong, there must be some problems in the property under his hands, right?"

"Why are you still staring at me leisurely? Do you really think that you can hurt Zhan Shiting just from my line?"

Lin Cheng remained expressionless, but narrowed his small eyes dangerously:
"I don't need to bother you about that. Even if Brother Qi breaks down and crushes you to death, it's still more than enough."

The eyes of the two intersected in mid-air.

Guolicheng at the door was stunned by the meaning of the two people's words.

The two people in the room were still facing each other in silence.

In the end, Yu Bo was the first to surrender.

He licked the roots of his teeth with his tongue, and sneered: "Okay, I admit it."

Seeing that Yu Bo gave in, Lin Cheng didn't choose to go any further. He stood up, and the chair behind him rubbed against the ground, making a "squeaky" sound.

"Young man, you don't have to be so impatient."

Lin Cheng put on his usual false smile again.

"Because BJST lost that game in the end, they didn't make it to the top four in Group S, and fell directly into the loser's bracket of the playoffs."

"It's a good thing we have you in Shanghai LGC, the famous BO, who led the club into the winner's bracket and started the round."

Speaking of this, Lin Cheng put out his hand and patted Yu Bo's shoulder pretendingly.

Although Yu Bo avoided him in disgust, Lin Cheng didn't care, and continued to say:
"I think, with your strength, you won't even be able to make it to the finals, right?"

"Also, think about it carefully, if Zhan Shiting loses the match in the loser's bracket and is not eligible to enter the finals, then the things you are worried about will not happen?"

"We can all be happy too, can't we?"

After hearing Lin Cheng's and Yu Bo's footsteps disappearing one after another for a long time, Guoli Orange, who was hiding at the corner of the corridor, quietly appeared.

He is in a mess now, and his brain is full of the huge amount of information that he just eavesdropped on.

With the last ounce of his strength, he took out his mobile phone, found Lin Cheng on WeChat, excused himself from feeling unwell, and asked for a leave of absence for himself tonight, and took his rest time tomorrow to make up the live broadcast.

After doing all this, Guolicheng didn't even eat, and went straight back to her room, locking the door behind her.

He needs time to be quiet and think about how to maximize the benefits of the information he has learned today.

(End of this chapter)