Gu Chen stared at the background data in the live broadcast room, and a mouthful of old blood almost sprayed on the keyboard.
As an anchor who once relied on MMORPG to become a god, his audience has now dropped from three digits to two digits, and ten of them are relatives. The e-sports circle shouted that "MMO is dead", second-tier game players mocked him for "living in ancient times", and even the platform recommendation slot was demoted from the prime time slot to the 3 a. M. Time slot.
"Isn't it "Glory Era"? I'll show it to you!"
Gu Chen didn't believe in evil. He drank more coffee than blood. His eyes were so dark that he could have been a close relative of a panda. He stayed up all night studying new travel strategies. As a result, everything went dark——
When I opened my eyes again, the cold air conditioner of the luxurious e-sports training room blew directly on the back of my head.
Strange memories poured in like crazy: This body is also called Gu Chen, eighteen years old, top second generation rich. His family's AI empire can rule the intelligent world, and his mom's fashion brand can take over the world's wardrobe, but he wants to join the "Dingfeng" team to play "Glory Era".
What's even more amazing is that when he fell behind 1:2 in the S3 finals, the unlucky guy was pushed to take the blame. After the game, the forum called him "E-Sports Qin Hui", and the original owner was so depressed that he went offline.
Gu Chen rubbed his throbbing temples, and combined with his previous experience of being chased by the audience and scolded him as a "food dog", he suddenly slapped the table and stood up:
"Walking through time with me means jumping from one pit of injustice to another?"
He kicked the gaming chair open, and his roar shook the ceiling to dust:
"This is a bad class, whoever falls in love will join - I quit!"
