From the PUBG World Chapter 6

"Substitute? For whom?" Lucas subconsciously looked at Banana, the assaulter in Team 1, and muttered, "Not good, after all, she is your original wife, and she is only 22 years old, so she can be used for another two years..."

Jasper was enjoying the fun, but he didn't expect the trouble to suddenly come to him. He looked at Oliver in horror, with his hands pierced with oil, sitting on the gaming chair, rubbing against Oliver like a paralyzed person, crying, "Captain, I carried a gun for you, I shed blood for you!"

"Go away." Oliver was afraid that Jasper would dirty his T-shirt, so he stepped back and said, "I didn't mean you."

Jasper failed to wipe his hands in the chaos, so he slid back to his camera seat with a chuckle and continued eating the skewers.

"Who do you want him to replace?" There were only three people in the training room. Lucas looked around and lowered his voice unconsciously, "You don't have any opinions about Riley, do you?"

"What can I say to him? Besides, you always guess what others are doing?" Oliver sat down, rubbed his right wrist gently, and smiled, "Maybe it's for me."

Lucas's heart tightened and he frowned: "Don't talk nonsense!"

Oliver chuckled: "Just kidding."

"It's OK to be in moderation if you're joking. The whole club depends on you for sponsorship." Lucas wanted to find a rolled-up newspaper to hit Oliver on the head. "If you don't play in a game, do you know how much less sponsorship fees we will collect?"

"Moreover!" Lucas's mind turned quickly when talking about money, "The annual salary of the second team is 200,000 yuan, and the annual salary of the first team is 1 million yuan. Even if he is a substitute, as long as he joins the first team, he has to sign a contract according to the first team. This year's expenditure is at least 800,000 yuan more, not to mention his bonus distribution ratio, live broadcast contract ratio, team benefits..."

"He's already very popular now. Do you think you can keep him with 200,000?" Oliver interrupted Lucas, "With his skills and... and this face, he will be successful sooner or later. Are you waiting for others to poach him?"

Lucas hesitated: "That's true... To be honest, I agreed as soon as Riley told me about him. The biggest reason was that he looked good and had good skills... After packaging him, we can sell him in the future. We can earn the transfer fee and he can earn the signing fee, and we will both be happy. I didn't expect... that the person who was recruited as a vase turned out to be a nuclear bomb."

Oliver smiled.

Lucas thought about the scene in the corridor just now, and then thought about Oliver's s3xual orientation, helplessly: "But no matter how much you like him, you can't suddenly arrange a substitute position for him."

"It has nothing to do with him." Oliver stopped smiling, "Lao Lai knows. I talked to him before the New Year when Youth didn't come to the team. The team needs a substitute to prevent personal emergencies for the four of us. Besides, business visas are very tight now. If something goes wrong during a competition abroad... at least the four-person team competition will collapse completely. What are you going to do then?"

Lucas hesitated for a moment and said, "That can't be him. Not to mention that he hasn't passed the sports psychology test yet, the three people from the second team haven't played yet, so why let him come? How can you convince everyone with this arrangement? Several people from our second team joined the team early and train diligently for more than ten hours every day..."

"Since when did our industry start looking at qualifications?" Oliver chuckled, "In e-sports, being bad is the original sin."

"Team Two doesn't have the people I need. Even if Youth wasn't there, I wouldn't agree to let them come." Oliver looked at Lucas indifferently, "How to arrange it is my business, and whether he can convince everyone is his business."

Lucas also stopped smiling: "Well, how do you want him to convince others?"

Oliver was silent.

"Here...wait a minute."

Nolan pressed the pause button, took out his phone and took a look. He looked up at Bruce in disbelief: "You and Oliver... you were randomly assigned to him just now?"

Bruce was sitting on a chair not too far from Nolan, recording the small details of his mistakes. He looked up when he heard this: "Yes, what's wrong?"

"You..." Nolan looked at Bruce with pity, "Do you know that he is broadcasting live?"

Bruce was stunned for ten seconds, and his ears turned red instantly.

"He..." Bruce's heartbeat started to speed up again, and he said with difficulty, "He... live broadcast?"

"Live broadcast, everything is on except the camera, your ID, your team voice, everything..." Nolan coughed, suppressed the smile on his face, and asked with a stern face, "You also met a German?"

"Yes, yes." Bruce was at a loss, "What's wrong? That German is a little weird..."

Nolan couldn't bear it any longer and sighed: "Do you have Weibo? Watch a video."

Bruce was at a loss: "No."

"No?" Nolan was quite surprised, then nodded in agreement and handed the phone to Bruce, "Very good, don't be like them and check Weibo all day long, look at mine."

Bruce took over the Weibo post and clicked on the video...

The blush on Bruce's ears spread from his cheeks to his neck little by little, making his heart beat faster.

Bruce looked at Oliver's calm and relaxed translation. His bandaged right hand was shaking slightly. Bruce didn't dare to be sentimental. He took a deep breath and stammered in a low voice: "He said...his German is not very good..."

"Bullsh!t." Nolan said coldly, "A few years ago, Oliver and Jasper went to Europe for training. They lived in Germany for a total of 18 months. After that, we went to Germany to participate in more than a dozen competitions. Because of Oliver, the team never hired a translator. Do you think his German is good?"

Bruce's eyes flickered, his lips parted, and his heart ached and soured: "He... speaks German... very well?"

"It's not professional level, but this kind of translation..." Nolan took back his phone and disassembled it thoroughly, "I guarantee that there can't be any mistakes, unless... he did it on purpose."

Nolan didn't know the inside story and thought that Oliver, the shameless old rogue, was just teasing the newcomer out of boredom, so he couldn't help but laugh: "So? When you go out for interviews next time, don't forget that it was you who admitted in front of eight million people that you liked Oliver."

Bruce pursed his lips subconsciously and nodded.

"Don't feel burdened." Nolan put away his phone, not caring much, "None of these old virgins has any shame. They are not enthusiastic during training, and they are full of dirty talk. Just get used to it, don't think too much about it."

Bruce lowered his eyes, his heart pounding. It was not that he didn't need to, but he just didn't dare to think too much.

In the training room on the third floor, Lucas was gasping in embarrassment. He stood up and turned around, thinking for a long time before saying, "Okay, if you want a substitute, I can."

Oliver was waiting for the next sentence. There was no way Lucas would give in so easily.

"Next weekend, our cooperative live broadcast platform and sponsor will have an online competition. The prize pool is only 200,000 yuan. It is impossible for your team to go. I will contact the platform and ask for a spot for Team 2 and Youth." Lucas looked at Oliver, "In the solo competition of this competition, if anyone can get first place, they can directly join the first team and become a substitute."

Oliver sneered: "If we don't go, then the other teams won't go either? How can he compare with those old-timers..."

"If he can't compete, it means he doesn't have the ability." Lucas interrupted Oliver, "You can treat my words as fart, you can disobey me, you can lift his chair up now, I can't control you, but... you don't want him to be isolated by the whole team, right?"

Oliver moved his lips but didn't respond.

Lucas took a deep breath and softened his tone. "Give the other members of Team 2 a chance and give everyone an explanation. I also like Youth. He has high commercial value, but rules are rules. We need to be responsible for the entire team."

Oliver raised his eyes: "Even though you know that Youth is better than the people in Team 2."

"Whether a professional player is strong or not is not determined by someone's empty talk." Lucas glanced at Oliver and added, "What Drunk said is not right either."

Oliver had a blank expression on his face. He picked up a pack of tissues and threw them at Lucas.

"Pfft." Lucas hugged the tissue that hit his stomach, threw it to Oliver, and said with a smile, "You said it yourself, in e-sports, being bad is the original sin. Whether he is strong or not, and whether he can convince the public, can only be proved by the results of the competition."

Oliver took the tissue and agreed after a moment.

"That's right!" Jasper saw that the two had had enough of arguing and smiled, "Okay, okay, I ordered several takeouts, eat, eat, eat, and sleep after you're full."

"Eat sh!t." Bruce had basically been persuaded to quit by Lucas. Oliver was in no mood. "I'm going to sleep."

Oliver picked up his coat, thought for a moment and turned back: "Ask Xie Chen to come over tomorrow, I have something to ask him."

Xie Chen, the psychological counselor of the HOG team and a national second-level psychological counselor, does not live in the base most of the time because he is basically not needed during the off-season.

Lucas nodded in agreement. Oliver walked a few steps outside, then turned back and looked at Lucas: "This is Youth's first official game here. You used this temptation to force him to participate in a game with so many first-tier teams. After he loses, you need to prepare for the psychological adjustment after the game..."

"They can choose not to participate. Anyway, I didn't intend to sign up our team for this competition. Besides, the mentality of taking on a challenge is a basic quality that every professional player should have. If they can't handle this pressure, how can they go to Japan, South Korea, Europe and North America in the future? Uh..." Lucas saw Oliver's face sank, and smiled dryly, "Don't worry, this is your son, how dare I ruin him? I will definitely explain the situation to him in advance, okay?"

Oliver said coldly: "It's better."

At twelve o'clock the next day, Oliver washed up, rubbed his sore eyes, and walked to the training room on the third floor with his coat.

"Brother Qi." Lucas was already in the training room. He held a registration form and shook it. "I have told Youth everything."

Oliver frowned: "What did he say?"

"Youth didn't hesitate at all." Lucas smiled, "He said so, so he went."