Hoberg wears a single shirt and has an air conditioner on in his office.

That Liu Tienan took his apprentices and those people from the Glory of Kings E-sports Club to play e-sports.

Outside their building, the blacks were busy.

These blacks from the Congo, they all want to participate in that esports club.

Tu Tuqiao was talking to the Minister of Science and Technology of Belgium and the Congolese Minister of Science and Technology, and he asked the Minister of Science and Technology Lu Mengtuo: "You people, why do you want to let those 100,000 white people leave, if they don't leave, they can directly teach you e-sports?" ”

In that Belgian Congo region, the blacks had established their own country, but they could not compete with the world powers in terms of technology and capital.

Therefore, their country is often in turmoil, but this huge country, with 2.34 million square kilometers of apprentices in the Belgian Congo, has 77 million people, but there are not a few e-sports players in it.

The most immediate benefit of this is the recent sharp increase in the number of young people applying to join the Wandering Corps.

A hint of joy crossed my heart, and it was only now that I felt a little accomplished after fighting all the time.

"I'm sorry, I have a lot of things to deal with, and I'll talk about that later. This, coupled with a good harvest this year, means we don't have to worry about how to spend the winter.

Spedder returned to the sit-up room and sat down at one end of the couch, his elbows propped up on his knees, his face in his hands, and his face looking at the floor. Brigitte O'Shaughnessy sat in an armchair and smiled faintly at him. But he didn't look at her. His eyes were furious, the wrinkles in his brows deepened, and the wings of his nose fell with his breathing.

Brigitte saw that he didn't want to look up at her, so she put away her smile and looked at him more and more uncomfortably.

Suddenly, his face flushed with anger, and he spoke in a guttural voice. Holding his angry face in both hands, he stared at the floor and scolded Dundee for five minutes in one breath. His rough guttural voice, upside down, scolded all the swear words.

Then he put his hand down, looked at the girl, grinned, and smiled embarrassedly, and said, "Playing with a child's temper, isn't it?" I have my own number. But my God, I hate not fighting back. He ran his finger over his chin. Despite such a hard punch," he laughed, leaning lazily back on the couch and raising his legs, "but he was worth it to win at this price." His eyebrows furrowed again, and he looked sad. But I can't forget it. ”

The girl smiled again, and as she left her chair, she sat down beside him on the couch. "You're the roughest person I've ever met." She said, "Have you always been so domineering? ”

"Didn't I give him a punch?"

"Oh, yes, but he's a police officer."

"Not for that," Spedder explained, "because he was dazed and punched me so hard that if I fought him again, he wouldn't be able to give up, and he would have to get to the bottom of it." Then we will have to go to the General Administration to go to the nonsense of Hu Ji. He stared at the girl pensively and said, "What did you do to Kairo?" ”

"Nothing." She blushed. "I want to scare him and tell him not to move until they are gone. I don't know if he was frightened, or if he was disobedient, he shouted. ”

"And then you shot him with a gun?"

"I can't help it, because he started beating me." Produced by the Mallet School

"Look, you're clean." Sped's smile couldn't hide his annoyance. "As I told you, you're just guessing out of thin air."

"I regret it, Sam." She said, her facial expression and voice softened with remorse.

"Of course." He pulled a cigarette paper and tobacco out of his pocket and began to roll a cigarette. "Now that you've talked to Kairo, you can talk to me."

She pressed the tip of a finger to her mouth, her eyes wide open, staring blankly at the other side of the room. After a moment, he squinted again, and hurriedly glanced at Spade. He was engrossed in rolling his cigarette. "Oh, yes," she began, "of course—" She lowered her fingers and pulled the blue dress over her knees, looking at her knees with a frown.

Speder licked the cigarette roll, sealed it, pulled out his lighter and asked, "What's wrong?" ”

"But I haven't," she said, and she stopped again, as if carefully considering what words to use, "and I haven't had time to finish talking to him yet." She no longer frowned at her knees, but looked at Spade with clear, frank eyes. We had just started and then we were interrupted. ”

Speder lit a cigarette, laughed, and puffed out a puff of smoke, "Do you want me to call him again and call him?" ”

She shook her head and stopped laughing. As he shook his head, his eyes rolled around and stared at Spade. There was a curious look in his eyes.

Speder put his arm around her back, his palm touching the white, tender shoulder far away from him. She took advantage of the situation and collapsed in the crook of his arm. He said, "All right, I'll listen here." ”

She turned her head and smiled at him, pretending to be mischievous and arrogant, and asked, "Do your arms need to be there too?" ”

"No," he dropped his hand from her shoulder, resting it behind her back.

"You're elusive." She whispered.

He nodded and said kindly, "I'm still waiting to hear from you." ”

"Look at what time it is!" She exclaimed, pointing a finger uneasily at the alarm clock on the stack of books, and the two clumsy hands pointed to 2:50.

"Oh ho, I've been so busy tonight."

"I have to go." She got up from the couch. "Too bad."

Spade didn't move. He shook his head and said, "You can't leave until you make it clear." ”

"But we'll have to see the time," she protested, "and it will take hours to figure it out." ”

"Then it's going to take so much time."

"Do you treat me like a prisoner?" She asked happily.

"Besides, there's a kid waiting outside. Maybe he hasn't gone home to sleep yet. ”

Her joy vanished at once. "Do you think he's still out there?"

"Eighty percent is still there."

She shuddered. "Would you like to take a look?"

"I can go down and have a look."

"Oh, then—are you really willing to go?"

Speder looked at her reassuring face, and after a while, he got up from the couch and said, "Okay." He took a hat and an overcoat from the closet. I'll be back in ten minutes. ”

She followed him to the door of the hallway, telling him, "Be careful. ”

"I know." He went out as he spoke.