"My grandma is better than him."
"You have the nerve to start a live broadcast even if you are a waste?"
You Yuze's hand holding the mouse was shaking a little.
It's not that I'm afraid, I'm hungry.
He hasn't had a proper meal in three days.
"You Yuze!"
Manager Zhao Dahai stood at the door, followed by two security guards, with a "you're done" expression on his face.
You Yuze took off his headphones and turned his head.
All the other players in the training room were looking at him. Some were gloating, while others were playing with their phones and pretending not to notice.
Zhao Dahai walked to the table and slapped a piece of paper down.
"The club has decided that you are dismissed."
The paper was a notice of termination with a red seal on it.
