Almighty Summoner

"What does it mean?"

Zhang Lin shook the penalty ticket in his hand and looked at a man in a suit across from the desk, who was also his immediate boss, the manager of the Weiba Club, Yang Mingchao.

Zhang Lin really didn't understand. He just spent three months in the club recuperating because of a car accident. It was a normal paid injury, so why did he suddenly break the contract?

Yang Mingchao pulled out a cigarette, knocked on the table, and said with squinting eyes, "You saw it too, the league has fined you and banned your account for three months of strike."

Close the account?

Zhang Lin's eyes went blank and he almost fainted. In the second year of operation, Shengguang, a popular holographic online game, adopted the one-person-one-number binding system, and each person could only have one account. Closing the account means that he can no longer enter the world of Holy Light and can no longer play in the professional league!

"But I'm recuperating from an injury with pay! It's not a strike!" Zhang Lin slapped the table angrily, stood up and roared.

"Who knows?"

Yang Mingchao's answer was very succinct, but it surprised Zhang Lin, and at the same time there was a chill on his back.

Is this what the team did on purpose? Deliberately put him out of the alliance and leave the world of Holy Light?

Zhang Lin didn't understand.

He started playing the Holy Light Pro League at the age of fourteen and has now played for six years. In the past six years, he has brought Weiba, a little-known studio, into the backbone of the league and is the favorite of the championship.

Although he has not won the championship, he has an extremely dazzling honor, the king of heads-up!

Yes, since he entered the league, he has not lost a single match, the undisputed king of singles, and was even dubbed the number one swordsman. For a player like him, which team is not excited? Which team doesn't want it?

So Zhang Lin doesn't understand, even if the club doesn't want him anymore, it can be traded out. How does this benefit the club?

"Why?" Zhang Lin asked, his voice slightly low.

Yang Mingchao stood up, shook his clothes, and said indifferently: "I don't need to explain to you. The club has suspended your contract, so after you pay the fine, you can leave today."

Having said all that, what else can Zhang Lin do? He squeezed the ticket in his hand fiercely, turned his head and left the office.

Back in his room at the club, Zhang Lin sat down on the bed where he had slept for six years.

He is an orphan who grew up in an orphanage and became addicted to online games. After entering the team, he regarded this place as his home, and never thought that he would leave one day.

And now, he is once again a homeless orphan.

He took out his bank card, which he hardly used because he had no daily expenses. But there is not much money left in it, and it is estimated that it will be enough to pay the fine.

Zhang Lin's salary is the highest in the club, but he has a girlfriend who loves money very much. Her name is Zhao Rui, and she is also a member of the Weiba team. She is just a marginal figure. Because she is beautiful and has some commercial value, she can stay in the club with a basic salary, which is purely a vase. And Zhang Lin also compensated with money because he had no time to accompany her because his training intensity was much higher than others.

Over time, Zhang Lin's salary basically does not belong to him, but he is also very satisfied to see that Zhao Rui can be satisfied with his current life.

Thinking of this, Zhang Lin has a headache. Now that he has nothing, will Zhao Rui still follow him?

Zhang Lin sighed and started packing. But there was nothing to pack, just took a dilapidated box containing a game helmet in the corner under the bed, put it in the backpack, and closed the door.

The news of Zhang Lin's breach of contract and the suspension of his contract has been known to the entire club, and many people came to see him off, but they were not well-intentioned.

"Yo, Team Zhang, just left? Don't say hello to the brothers?"

A handsome-looking young man walked over with a group of team members, and smiled at Zhang Lin: "It's easy to say that he is also the captain, although he is not very competent, but if you want to leave, we all have to give you a ride, right?"

This person's name is Liang Sheng, the deputy team of the Weiba team. Although he has the intention to compete with Zhang Lin, he is not as good as Zhang Lin in terms of technology and reputation. He has always been suppressed by Zhang Lin and has a lot of resentment. Zhang Lin has left now, and he will naturally become the new captain. There is no objection to this.

"Team Liang is right. We have been carrying the blame for so many years in the team, and our backs are bent. Now, we can finally stand up straight and speak."

"That's right, the brothers are all thinking about whether to go out and have a big meal and celebrate."

"How about we have a farewell party for Captain Zhang Lin?"

Zhang Lin sighed inwardly. Over the years, the team has been focusing on the team's running-in, because the team's individual strength is really not bad, but it is always a little far from the championship. The problem lies in the team competition. And because Zhang Lin's popularity is very high, the criticism outside the alliance is all focused on Liang Sheng's group. They feel that they are dragging Zhang Lin's hind legs, which makes Liang Sheng and others dissatisfied.

Over time, they are increasingly crowding out Zhang Lin, completely unable to form a whole, and their record is getting worse and worse.

"no need."

Zhang Lin waved his hand and avoided Liang Sheng.

Liang Sheng turned his head with a charming smile and said, "Let's see the strength of my team in the new season. Without your cancer, we will play more smoothly."

Zhang Lin's body trembled, but he ignored it and just looked around, hoping to see that familiar figure.

Unfortunately, no.

Zhang Lin was very disappointed, and at the same time he realized something. Leaving the club by yourself, or even leaving the Holy Light Professional League, is of course not as simple as the team's exclusion, there must be other reasons.

Unwilling, Zhang Lin took out his mobile phone and dialed Zhao Rui's number.

"Hey, Xiaorui."

"Well, what's the matter?" Zhao Rui's crisp and pleasant voice came from the phone.

"I gotta go."

"Oh."

"You...have nothing to say to me?" Zhang Lin paused for a long time, and finally said this.

"No."

Hearing this straightforward answer, Zhang Lin closed his eyes, as he expected.

"That's it." Zhang Lin exhaled, and then resolutely left the gate of the Weiba Club, never looking back.

…

Zhang Lin, who had nowhere to go, suddenly lost his source of life. He never imagined that one day he would fall to this level. Cary's money has been fined, and there is only a little change left. It's not enough to rent a house.

Helplessly slept in the park all night, Zhang Lin felt that this was not a problem, he had to find a job.

Thinking like this, Zhang Lin wandered around the streets, noticing whether there was any job recruitment information in front of each store.

After a while, Zhang Lin stood at the door of a store.

This store does not post any job recruitment information, but it is a Shengguang game hall.

As the holographic online game Shengguang becomes more and more popular, some related ancillary industries have also emerged, such as game arcades. Because Shengguang is a one-person-one-number system, each person can only play one occupation, which is so boring, so many people want to experience various occupations.

The game arcade is such a place. It is not an online game, but a form of arcade battle, where you can choose any profession to play against your opponent.

Of course, it's not just about careers that's attractive, it's also a small casino.

Zhang Lin entered the game hall, walked to the cashier counter, glanced at the flyer on the counter, then threw out a ten-yuan bill and said, "Here is a ten-yuan game currency."

The female cashier threw a white coin to Zhang Lin impatiently. After Zhang Lin left, she muttered, "If you are poor and sour, just buy the one with the smallest face value, it is better not to buy it."

A long-haired beauty beside her quickly said, "Xiao Ling, keep your voice down. How much money people buy is free, can you control it?"

The cashier named Xiaoling rolled his eyes and said, "Boss, you are kind. There are only two types of people who can buy a ten-dollar coin, or they are too skilled, and one coin can win a lot of money. Or they are embarrassed. Run in to use the air conditioner, buy a coin and sit here for a day."

"What do you think he is?" The long-haired beauty smiled.

"What?" Xiaoling pouted towards Zhang Lin in the distance.

Zhang Lin was looking at the LCD TV on the wall in the game hall at this time. He didn't mean to play games at all. He really looked like he was trying to use the air conditioner.

The TV is showing some news about the Holy Light Professional League, and the most extensive is the news about Zhang Lin's account closure due to breach of contract by a strike yesterday, and the handsome image of Zhang Lin's swordsman, Mu Linsen, appeared on the screen.

The face masks in Shengguang are randomly generated according to my general appearance, and it is difficult to say whether they are ugly or handsome. And Zhang Lin didn't know what kind of **** luck he had when he created this account, he was a complete mess.

Although Zhang Lin is not ugly, he is also not good at being handsome, so the club only promotes the image of Mulinsen for commercial benefits, but it has attracted a lot of popularity. Fortunately, it is a holographic online game. Whether watching the game live or broadcasting it on TV, it is all carried out in the game. Zhang Lin himself does not need to appear in the public eye.

"Zhang Lin actually closed his account for breach of contract. My God, I'm a big fan of him. I didn't expect his character to be so bad." A player next to Zhang Lin sighed.

"The king of heads-up? A generation of tragic heroes? I bah! It's a shame that I still regard him as an idol, and I have no professional ethics."

"He's just a piece of junk. He has good skills. I said, why haven't I seen him play recently. If the record is not good, he will stop playing. He really takes himself as a wrist?"

"what!"

Players in the game hall angrily criticized Zhang Lin's character, and on TV, the manager of the Weiba team, Yang Mingchao, also scolded Zhang Lin with an angry face, saying that he looked down on his teammates, molested female players, and refused to Obey the club's arrangements, etc., how filthy it is. So in the spirit of righteousness and annihilation, the club reported his behavior to the league and got the punishment of banning the account.

Xiaoling at the cashier saw the report on the TV, glanced at the long-haired beauty beside her, and said, "Boss, you seem to be a fan of Zhang Lin too, don't you?"

"It used to be, not now." The long-haired beauty sighed and shook her head. "I didn't expect him to be this kind of person, I really missed it."