Urban drama: Me! I collide with Bei Weiwei at the very beginning.

Ai Qing smiled.

"Could this be your company's latest game idea?"

"Yes."

"It's bound to catch fire again, right?"

"I'll lend you some good words."

"Huh?" Ai Qing seemed to remember something. "I specifically checked the data for Honor of Kings today. The number of players is huge. We could hold a competition to attract more traffic."

Zhen Shaoxiang chuckled.

"Actually, I've had this idea for a while now. You should know a lot about the 1.8 event organizers, right? Why don't you come to my company then?"

Ai Qing gave a shy smile.

"I definitely can't do that. CTF is just for people who are into this field. I haven't dealt with the massive amounts of data like in your game, Honor of Kings."

"Don't you want to give it a try?" Zhen Shaoxiang asked.

"Uh..."

Ai Qing was a little impulsive.

"If President Zhen really thinks highly of me then, we'll see."

That's what I said.

You insist on calling me again at the last minute. Do you really want to see if I'm joking?

"Row."

Zhen Shaoxiang responded.

Having experience in organizing CTFs, having Ai Qing as the organizer can greatly reduce his burden.

include.

What she currently understands about the mechanisms, marketing, and so on of CTF competitions.

107: Zhen Shaoxiang's first time liking a boy

I chatted with Ai Qing for about half an hour.

I've drunk about two-thirds of my coffee.

"Let's go for a walk. It's too boring sitting here all the time," Zhen Shaoxiang said.

Do you need me to come with you?

“It’s too boring to be alone, but it’s just right with two people,” Zhen Shaoxiang said.

"Chi~"

Zhen Shaoxiang looked at the bar counter. "Scan the code."

“They haven’t scanned the code yet. I think I’ve already prepared US dollars before coming here,” Ai Qing said.

To be honest, we're really a bit out of touch in this respect.

After going out.

Besides the English signs everywhere.

It wasn't that bad.

The building is still a building.

Some residential buildings are quite unique, creating a striking contrast that catches the eye.

late at night.

There were hardly any people on the street.

The temperature is quite comfortable; it's not particularly cold.

"So, you participated in the CTF competition for the company's sake?" Ai Qing asked.

“Yeah, otherwise why do you think I would participate in this?” Zhen Shaoxiang said.

"Hmph~ That's true. For you, the prize money isn't low, it's just a drop in the ocean, and fame is of little use," Ai Qing said.

There was a pause.

"However, you are really quite confident. Are you so sure you can win the championship with 27 strokes and take Wu Bai away? His level is probably in a class of its own right now."

“Yes, that’s what I considered,” Zhen Shaoxiang said.

Looking at the public toilets by the roadside.

"I'm going to the bathroom."

“Okay, then I’ll wait for you here,” Ai Qing said.

...

Ai Qing had been waiting for just over a minute.

Three men surrounded them, each holding a bottle of liquor.

This seems to have become a classic image of drunkards abroad, who like to hold a bottle of liquor in one hand and drink while indulging in revelry.

"Hey, come on."

"What are you doing? Want to have a drink together?"

Watching them approach.

"Let go!" Ai Qing shouted. "Let go!"

but.

The three men showed no intention of letting go, continuing to shove and push her toward the nearby lawn.

This really worried Ai Qing.

"ZZ, President Zhen! Zhen Shaoxiang!!" she shouted, "Help! Zhen Shaoxiang!!"

Zhen Shaoxiang, who was washing his hands and examining his face in front of the mirror, rushed out immediately upon hearing the sound.

What I saw was the scene before my eyes.

"Let go!! Let go of me!!" Ai Qing's voice grew increasingly heart-wrenching.

After Zhen Shaoxiang ran closer.

He grabbed one person and shoved him aside, knocking him to the ground.

He then kicked the other one away.

The third one wanted to throw a punch at his head.

But he dodged by crouching down and threw a punch.

Bang!

The sound of hitting the abdomen.

Suddenly, she clutched her stomach and started yelling.

...

...

He dealt with the three men in less than ten seconds.

Ai Qing was completely stunned.

Is it so powerful?

The three men saw that Zhen Shaoxiang was about to attack them again.

They ran away, tumbling and crawling.

Ai Qing's breathing became heavy; feeling bullied, she squatted down and gasped for breath.

Zhen Shaoxiang supported her shoulders.

"I'd always heard that things were chaotic abroad, and that it was best not to go out at night. Now it seems that's really true," he said, half-jokingly.

Ai Qing looked at him.

The fear in my heart has completely dissipated.

After a few seconds, she stood up, seemingly having lost the desire to continue shopping.

"Let's go back. We don't know anyone here, and it would be troublesome if those three men brought help to retaliate."

"also."

Zhen Shaoxiang didn't act recklessly or try to show off.

Solving three problems is easy.

If ten or eight of them really surround you, you're bound to get a beating, ending up with a bruised and swollen face. How will you compete then?

People are laughing at me so hard they could die.