National destiny: Global tower climbing skills have decreased by 10,000 times.

Chapter 57 Rejecting with Hands

The Zixia Esports Club is located in an office building in the city center.

Ye Fei walked into the lobby, took the elevator to the twelfth floor, and as soon as the doors opened, he saw the waiting area, where a dense crowd of people were crammed together.

They appeared to be queuing; some were standing, some were sitting, and some were leaning against the wall.

Some people were clutching their resumes, some were looking down at their phones, and some were quietly practicing their self-introductions in a corner.

The queue stretched from the front desk all the way to the end of the corridor.

Ye Fei went over and found a staff member, asking him for directions to the trial training.

The staff member said, "First, line up at the front to register, then wait for your summons after you get a number!"

"What does 'summoned' mean?" Before Ye Fei could ask, the staff member had already impatiently left.

"Is this what you call work ethic?" Ye Fei couldn't help but exclaim, but he could only go and queue up to see what was going on.

He found a window and stood at the very back of the line.

Zixia Esports Club is the talent selection agency for the Zixia team. Every year, it invites outstanding players from all over the country to participate.

They adopt a "trial training system," first conducting preliminary tests and interviews, and only those who pass can become "training candidates."

After becoming a prospective member, one will undergo a considerable period of intensive training, during which multiple rounds of selection will take place.

Only those who pass the special training and achieve excellent results will have the opportunity to become reserve members of the "Zixia" team.

Every year, many reserve members are selected, sometimes as many as a hundred, but only a handful truly stand out and become official members.

Many people know that as long as you can get through the special training and become a reserve team member, you can receive a stable and high team allowance on schedule!

Therefore, any player with a bit of skill will come to try their luck.

There was a young man wearing a white hoodie next to me, carrying a bulging backpack, who looked like he had come from out of town.

He was chatting with the person next to him; his voice wasn't loud, but it was clear enough to hear.

"Are you here for a tryout too?"

The person next to him nodded: "Yeah, I fight the Necromancer. What about you?"

"I'm playing a glitch-prone bot. But my win rate in Arena 5 is only 62%, so I'm worried about my chances..."

"Sixty-two isn't high? I've only just turned sixty. You're playing the mainstream game, much better than me."

"It's precisely because it's mainstream that it's so popular!"

Ye Fei stood behind them, listening to their conversation.

After waiting for about half an hour, the line in front of us finally moved a few steps slowly.

Suddenly, a door at the end of the corridor opened, and a well-dressed young man in a suit and tie walked out.

He looked terrible and walked out slowly with his head down.

Several people in the waiting area immediately surrounded it.

"Hey bro, how was it? Was the interview tough?"

"How's the situation?"

The young man looked up and forced a bitter smile:

"I guess it's over... The interview questions were all so difficult, I couldn't answer many of them."

"For example?"

"For example, he would give me a deck and ask me which card I should draw right now."

"I said I could take any number of cards, and the interviewer nodded without asking any further questions. He then told me to go home and wait for news."

Sighs rippled through the crowd.

"Huh? You couldn't even get 'Leng Hui'? How difficult must the interview be?"

Another person asked him, "Who is 'Leng Hui'?"

Another person replied: "That's 'Leng Hui,' the champion of last month's local amateur competition!"

"His faulty robot has been trained for three years, and its A5 win rate is over 70%."

"That good? If even he can't get past that, then what about the rest of us?"

"Sigh, let's try again next year. There's definitely no chance this year..."

Ye Fei stood at the back of the crowd, and upon hearing their discussion, he turned his gaze towards them.

That door seemed to lead to the interview room, and people were coming out one after another from time to time.

The young man in a suit and tie squeezed through the crowd, slung his bag over his shoulder, and headed for the elevator. His back looked somewhat forlorn.

The waiting area fell silent again, and the atmosphere became even more oppressive than before.

Ye Fei glanced at his phone; it was 2:40 PM, and the line was still slowly moving forward.

Suddenly, Ye Fei's phone rang. He opened it and saw that it was Xing Yuan calling.

"No matter how small, there are no trivial matters in Xingyuan," he muttered to himself.

I looked around; the environment was noisy. I hung up the phone and sent him a message instead.

"What's wrong? I'm having a trial at the Zixia Club, so I can't answer the phone."

Xingyuan sent one message, which was immediately retracted, and then sent another message:

"What? You said you're where you?"

Ye Fei took a picture of him and confirmed it again:

Zixia Esports Club.

There was a moment of silence on Xingyuan's end, then another message came in:

"Isn't this my old team?"

"What are you doing there? You're not going to join the professional scene either, are you?"

Ye Fei typed quickly and replied:

"Don't worry, I'm just here to take a look; I won't actually participate."

"Okay, you can go and investigate, but I must remind you, don't get into any conflicts with those people."

"Especially with that interviewer, you'd better go along with him to avoid unnecessary trouble."

Also, remember who you are, and whatever you do, don't reveal your identity.

Ye Fei replied:

"Don't worry, I know what I'm doing."

"What did you want to see me about?"

Xingyuan sent the announcement of the "Dragon Slayer Ranking" to Ye Fei.

"This is it, have you heard?"

"This is all over the internet right now; anyone can participate, and the prizes are great."

"I reckon professional gamers from all over the world will be coming to join the fun. Want to give it a try?"

Ye Fei thought about it for a moment. Global professional players meant that he would have the opportunity to witness a higher level of skill in this world.

He also wanted to see if there were any true masters left in this world.

He quickly typed a reply:

"Okay, I'll talk to you again when I get back!"

About an hour later, the line moved forward a lot more, and finally Ye Fei got his turn. He received a number from the window – number 214.

He then sat down in the waiting area, next to a huge electronic screen that displayed the numbers of those currently being interviewed.

"Next, number 209!"

A call came over the loudspeaker in the room. Ye Fei saw someone stand up on the other side of the waiting area.

The man was slightly overweight, with a round face, and looked very young, no more than twenty years old.

His name is Chu Liang, and his online name is "Sword Demon." He is the powerful commoner who was contacted by Zixia.

He is nineteen years old now. He just graduated from high school and became a small streamer, specializing in playing the role of the crown prince. He has accumulated a small following of 10,000 fans.

At this moment, his live stream was broadcasting the footage in real time through the video recorder hanging on his chest.

"Family members, it's my turn. I'm about to go in for the interview."

He picked up the wireless earphones and whispered something very discreetly, seemingly trying to avoid attracting attention.

The comments in the live stream chat scrolled by like a scrolling wheel:

"Holy crap! Sword Demon is going in! Sword Demon's interview is finally starting!"

"I don't know if this will pass; I hope Sword Demon doesn't get caught taking these sneaky photos."

"Brother Sword Demon, if you pass, don't forget about us in the live stream!"

Chu Liang hid the headset again, covered the camera with his clothes, leaving only a small hole, and walked through the door.