Qin Family Father and Son

"Click, click."

After a night of training, 1v1 is a common thing. If you don't have 1v1 players, you can form a team and play black.

Everyone uses a very high-level account and fights in h-server team battles.

Firstly, it’s because the h server is recognized as difficult to beat.

Secondly, the format of this breakout tournament is different from the past, requiring individual kill and death rankings.

Everyone is staring at the screen, constantly adapting to new ways of playing.

It is common for professional e-sports players to have day and night cycles.

But in order to adjust to the jet lag and physical skills, Zhao Sanpang had his big speaker ready early in the morning, stood there, and raised his eyebrows at Little Devil Bo.

Little Devil Bo is holding a remote control in his hand, and the other side of the remote control is connected to a toy electronic car.

The appearance of the electronic car is almost exactly the same as Xiaohei's, Lamborghini, Poison.

Along the long corridor of the hotel, you can see the electronic car driving forward slowly, stopping in front of the door of each guest room, and then dropping a small ball.

Zhao Sanpang glanced at it and tilted his head: "This can work."

"Internal and external devices." Little Demon Bo put on a handsome face and continued to operate the remote control.

Zhao Sanpang didn't understand and asked: "What do you mean?"

The little devil Bo stood there with his short legs like lotus root knots and took a moment to take a sip of the pure milk on the small dining cart: "You will know when 003 comes back."

"That thing is called 003." Zhao An'an, don't you think your child's lifestyle is different from other children? This dining table is also automatic."

Just when Zhao Sanpang reached out and touched the strange dining table.

A mechanical recording rang: "Level 1 danger, level 1 danger! Master, there are bacteria that want to contaminate your breakfast!"

Zhao Sanpang looked at the dining table that suddenly raised his "fist". He had never been so speechless in his life: "I am a germ."

"002 is very sensitive to everyone except me, my mother, and the housekeeper." Little Devil Bo's beautiful little face was calm and calm.

Zhao Sanpang asked: "What about your dad?"

"Ha." Little Demon Bo sneered and said without saying much, "Qin Mo."

For a moment, both fists at the dining table were raised, and one of them got a small cactus ball from nowhere: "Attack mode, activate!"

boom!

A small ball just bounced over!

Zhao Sanpang, this fat man, is quite flexible: "An'an, don't hit someone in the face!"

The ball still hit the arm.

Zhao Sanpang glanced at the small thorns remaining on his clothes and had to give a thumbs up: "That's right! An An, this is how you should deal with Qin Shameless.

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Little Devil Bo raised his milk glass, meaning that he was like-minded.

Zhao Sanpang was so beautiful. He lowered his head and sent the message to the group they used to belong to: "Hahahaha, Qin is shameless. He is attacked by cactus every day. It feels so good."

After sending it out, I didn’t forget Aite’s client.

"What does cactus mean?" Lin Feng was tugging on his tie.

Someone looked at him from the side: "Don't make noises." x

Lin Feng waved his hand: "There is definitely gossip, listen to it! It's the captain's!" x

Whenever Qin Mo suffers a loss, everyone in the group will be happy to hear about it.

Still waiting for Zhao Sanpang to break the news.

In the group, this sentence appeared.

Qin Mo: "I didn't expect that An An's little gadgets could hurt people. It's because I didn't teach my son well. Fat God was stabbed so badly. It's so sad."

Sad you piece of shit!

Zhao Sanpang read it back and forth twice, and after confirming that it was a comment that was mocking him, he turned around and asked the little man: "An'an, have you ever hit that scumbag your dad?" div

The eSports great has a crush on me