Ten years later - "Remote positioning, move! Don't stand together and see how I arranged it before! Fifteen-yard stations, how your physical education teacher teaches!"

"The melee team is ready, three, two, one, retreat! I said I'm going to retreat, are you all deaf? Why are you flying again? How come you fly again? Fly again, and your salary will be deducted?"

"The nanny in the third group gives two melee breasts, don't let them all die. Pay attention to bandages when fighting melee. Those with blood bottles should drink them quickly, don't save it."

"The tank is flying, the deputy T is connected quickly, and the others stop outputting--Yes, you can go."

"It's still 5% short of it. Everyone has the best of their efforts to output. Good things, it's past! - Everyone stays away from the corpse."

Looking at the figure of the King of Fire Demon falling down, Xia Yu's mood was not turbulent. This was the eighth time he had run this week. Once anything became a job, the fun would always disappear, and the game was no exception. He took the same copy thousands of times, except for the fact that he was still hay.

But there is no way, for the sake of life.

He walked to the corpse, bowed twice to the chinchilla piggy bank next to the computer, and then clicked on the BOSS's body.

Stormless Leg Armor, Excellent Legguard, Destruction Crown... Yes, it's fucking dark again!

Seeing the boss's fall, Xia Yu couldn't help but sigh, and gave the equipment allocation authority directly to the deputy leader Kuanglan, and asked him to be responsible for the auction. He lit a cigarette himself, and as the smoke sucked into his lungs, Xia Yu sighed long.

After wandering alone all over the country for a long time, he finally chose to settle down in the suburbs of the Magic City. It has been ten years in the blink of an eye.

In the past ten years, he has done all kinds of professions, brushed dishes, delivered express delivery, worked as an Internet administrator, tasted the ups and downs, and experienced many hardships in society. In the end, he returned to his old career and became a "professional player", but unlike those e-sports players who are highly anticipated in the spotlight, he is a "professional player", but he is really not a good place.

You can play whatever games you like on weekdays, play gold coins, start a group to buy bosses, and make a purchase of auction houses. There is no high-end technology, that is, you can only make hard money, earn barely enough, and make do with your life.

He still thinks of that night of the game from time to time, the championship competition under the attention of everyone, the betrayal of his relatives, the future is ruined, the determination he once had and the oath he made.

However, as time goes by, the memory becomes more and more blurry, like a dream. Sometimes he wakes up from a nightmare in the middle of the night, and looks at the strange ceiling above his head, and he feels a strange feeling, as if it is not something that really happened to him.

Maybe I should have gone home with my parents to go to college, so that at least I could find a decent job after graduation, and I would not be wasting my time in my twenties and make a living in online games.

At this moment, he suddenly had this idea again.

However, this thought just flashed, and he smiled mockingly, making him bow to the man who ruined his dream. Even if he died, he would not accept it.

It's good now. Although he is not doing well, he can still make a living, and no one cares about his freedom in life. Isn't it free? Just when he thinks of the oath he made on that rainy night ten years ago, he still feels uncomfortable in his heart.

Alas, it seems that there is no chance in this life.

Before he knew it, the cigarette burned out and burned his fingers. He put out the cigarette butt in the ashtray and looked at his hands. His originally slender and slender hands were already covered with traces left by life.

At the age of 25, he has passed the prime time of an e-sports player. He can feel that although his operations are still sharp and his gaming experience has become richer, he is no longer the sharp game expert he had back then. Even if he really makes him on the stadium, can he still regain his feelings back then?

What's more, the lifelong ban has not been lifted. If we look at it from the perspective of the game, his account has been completely eliminated.

A message flashed on the screen.

Kuanglan: "Boss, the goods are sold out, a total of 16,000 yuan. If you remove the money from the thug, the subsidy for tank treatment, the subsidy for fire extinguishing, there are less than two thousand yuan. I'll send you your email address."

Sunset and Set Sun: "I received it, I'll pull it off first. I've already started three groups today, and I'm a little tired."

Kuanglan: "Good boss, see you next week."

Xia Yu checked his email address.

The three MC teams made about 3,000 gold in total. The current price of gold is 15 cents, which is 450 yuan, which is not bad. Kuanglan is also a talent. He can sell so many gold coins with such a black hand, which is really a bit capable.

However, after checking the gold price online, Xia Yu was helpless to find that the gold price had fallen again.

In fact, this was something he expected. There are so many ways to consume gold coins in the game, but the output is endless. The gold coins will only increase and the price will become lower and lower.

But he didn't expect it to fall so quickly. Last week, he was 2 cents, and in one week he fell half of it. They were all damn studios who used scripts to brush gold coins without resting for 24 hours, and the game companies didn't care. Retail investors like him who started a group to make some hard money can't compete at all. It seems that the good days are coming to an end.

After looking at the account balance in his card, there were still 3,800 yuan. This is his entire savings. Xia Yu frowned. According to this trend, the game will be cold sooner or later. Should I change the game?

Professional players are an unguarded marginal profession. Once they cannot make money, even life is a problem.

But after thinking about the free games on the market, Xia Yu felt desperate. What is popular these days is the item charging games, and all the resource game companies in the game have been arranged, and the living space of the studio is getting smaller and smaller. Not to mention the self-employed person like him, alas. He sighed again, and his 25-year-old face showed a vicissitudes that should not have at this age.

Perhaps it was time to give up. He thought in his heart that he had no choice but to give up as a professional player and find an ordinary job. No matter how full the ideal is, he always has to compromise in the face of reality.

Just as Xia Yu was worried about gains and losses, a loud noise suddenly sounded outside the bedroom, and then he heard his roommate Chu Mo's panic shouts.

"Xia Yu, Xia Yu, are you here?? Are you here?" While shouting, he began to smash the door with a bang. There was a hint of fear in the sound, as if he was driven away by a ghost.

Xia Yu was speechless. He was always very curious about this roommate. He obviously had no job like him, but he seemed very rich. He was always mysterious on weekdays and had a sense of mystery. What happened today? He was so panicked.

I walked over and opened the door and saw my roommate standing at the door with a pale face, looking distracted.

"Is there anything to ask me for?"

"It's great that you are at home. I want to hire you as a bodyguard for me. I'll give you 10,000 yuan. Just protect me for a week and it's yours. Will you do it?"

Xia Yu was amused when he heard this, "Being a bodyguard, your joke is not funny at all." Having said that, he couldn't help but move. Ten thousand yuan is enough for him to turn around for two or three months.

"I'm not kidding. I can't explain too much to you. In short, I'm very dangerous now. I need to find someone to protect me! If I don't believe it, I can transfer money to you now!" Chu Mo said, then took out his cell phone and opened WeChat tremblingly.

After a moment, Didi, Xia Yu took out his cell phone and glanced at him, [Your friend Chu Mo transferred money to you, the transfer amount was 10,000, please pay attention to check].

I'm dependent on you guys? Xia Yu realized that the other party was not joking. He subconsciously wanted to accept it, but looking at Chu Mo's fearful expression, he hesitated again. Could this guy have been involved in some gangsters, big brothers in society, and so on. Just by just oneself, you can still say hello in the game. In reality, it's better not to protect others at that time. If you spend too much money, you have to spend your life.

"Uh, forget it. I'm not a bodyguard. If you get involved in a gangster, call the police quickly and find the police uncle to protect him. What's your fault for me?"

"Damn, what kind of underworld? There are no underworlds these days. My affairs have nothing to do with underworlds. It's useless to call the police. The matter is a bit complicated and I can't explain it clearly. In short, if you only need to help me do something within a week, the money will be yours. If it's not enough, it's not 20,000 yuan! And I promise, there's absolutely no danger."

Xia Yu hesitated a little, "This is not a matter of money."

"Thirty thousand!"
Chapter completed!