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Yueyun Club looks like a three-story building with steps at the entrance.

Zhou Jialan struggled to pull the suitcase up. The green skirt hung on her calves, like moss growing in the snow, and her calves had exquisite lines.

The manager was waiting in the lobby at that time. He knew that a player was coming for a tryout, but he did not connect this little girl with the tyrant-like mad swordsman in the game.

But my mind suddenly went into a trance, like Hitchcock's zoom in the movie.

The camera suddenly switched, and everything around her became blurry, leaving only the slender legs and the moss-like green skirt. They were so vivid that it made people tremble, but they couldn't move their eyes away.

"Hello, I am Zhou Jialan." The voice was soft and thin, a bit hoarse, and the texture was like a downy oak leaf...

Falling down one after another in the wind.

The manager watched blankly as she raised her head. When she passed the security guard, the mask had already been taken off. One side was still hanging on her ear, and the thin cotton rope hung down along the outline of her cheek.

The light came in from the side and kissed her cheek gently. Her ears were as white as petals, and her cheeks were also like petals.

It's not polite to sit here, the manager thought in a daze, but he couldn't stand up in a daze. There was a sound of something breaking behind him. It was the guild leader who he pulled over to pick up people, and his hand slipped and dropped the glass.

Glass shards all over the floor.

The refracted light is reflected in eleven thousand mirrors.

Zhou Jialan took a small step back.

The manager finally came to his senses and swallowed, "Athena, right? Huan, welcome, then let's go to the training room first?"

Then there is the trial training that goes through the process.

Crushed in one round, crushed in two rounds, still crushed in the team competition.

The girl's mad sword fell from the sky, the heavily armored and ferocious ghost had a ferocious face, and the bloody storm swept across the entire arena. Every swing of the sword was like a war. There was no one behind her, but she seemed to be leading an army of thousands of horses.

There is no doubt about the tyrant-level dominance.

The manager began to be in a trance again. The slender figure with long white hair seemed to overlap with another tall figure. For a moment, he almost thought he saw Sun Xiang from a year ago.

The same Mad Swordsman account card, the same dazzling talent, the same dominant battlefield pressure, the manager still remembers his ecstasy at that time.

There are as many geniuses in this world as there are crucian carp crossing the river, especially in the Honor online game. The huge player base has given birth to countless geniuses. Every moment, old geniuses fall and new geniuses are born.

Videos are packed one after another, forums are flashing and refreshed, barrages are stacked up like a Tower of Babel, and the game never sleeps.

But none of them are real geniuses.

As an internal practitioner, no one understands the cruelty of the professional arena better than the manager. He has tried out countless so-called geniuses who are making all the difference in the game. Any one he pulls out of the youth training camp will be a proud online gamer.

Everyone who can enter the professional arena has to overcome all obstacles and be one in a million.

These are undoubtedly the geniuses among geniuses, but they are also a bunch of worthless people, playing mediocre regular seasons, winning occasionally, losing most of the time, and maintaining a little bit of popularity and a little bit of fans.

Then he retired with a sum of money, and many years later appeared in the review collection of station B, with a three-second shot, one or two sporadic barrages, or had long been forgotten and scattered in the dust.

Only certain people are different. A very small number of geniuses are like meteors passing through the sky, destined to stir up huge heat and light and shadow——

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