What's it like to put a pro on the bench?

What does it feel like to be a teenager in the prime of life when he is about to challenge for the championship but finds that he can't do anything about it?

What does it feel like to find out that you are useless, to find out that you are a failure? ——！

It is the feeling of the side brocade.

For the next playoffs, he sat on the bench and never went up.

Fans were sad for him and distressed that he couldn't play.

There are also black fans who cheer for him, saying that he should be like this, he deserves it, and he should quit the KPL.

Bian Jin was silent.

On the field, no matter when the cameras in the stadium shoot to the audience, you can see a neatly dressed black D· The boy in the R-squad uniform rested his hands on his knees, his back straight, and looked at the stage seriously.

He was like a statue.

But the eyes are related.

The signatures of all public accounts of Bian Jin have also changed from "To be Bian Xiaojin who makes the young lady proud" to "D.R will win." ”

Even if he's not on stage.

Even if he is not in good shape or even flawed now.

But as always, he wanted D· R goes further.

At this time.

His grievances, sorrows, and pains were swallowed by himself.

Not complaining, not inferior, all he has to do is to give the team a better state.

D·R's match against the Eastern Conference team was not very smooth, after all, these are all veteran teams, not so easy to beat, and the match between D·R and GHS team almost failed.

The first two games were lost in a row.

Team D.R. is good at onslaught.

And the bald people of the GHS team who have shaved their heads for this competition are very good at staying up, and they drag the game to the late stage every time.

In the late stages, the lineup and mentality of the GHS team are steady, and it can even be said that they are sitting more stable!

D·R VS GHS

Second inning.

Both presenters were stunned and looked at the timer from the stage.

"This ...... This hit 47 minutes and 35 seconds?! The point is that it's not over yet?! ”

"The highland defense towers on both sides have been pushed off, take turns to defend the house, every time you are about to push the house, someone on both sides will always break out and take a four-kill defense house successfully, and then push the tower and be wiped out by the other party......"

"It's the first time I've felt like five kills are so worthless."

"Yes, it's the first time I've felt like I want to go to the toilet so much."

"This is not a psychological effect, but a real physiological reaction, and no one can hold it back after playing for too long."

In the back, you can still stay bald

The second one wins.

Qiu Quan moved his sore wrist, and the role of the shooter became bigger and bigger in the later stage, and in this game, Qiu Quan took four of the five kills alone, refreshing the history of the glory of the king.

He wasn't happy either.

With silver hair hanging down from his ears, Qiu Quan stood up, put one hand in his pocket, and raised the mineral water bottle with the other hand to drink the whole bottle of water.

Lu Zhanye was in a good state of mind, he sat on the chair, moved his neck, and raised his eyebrows at Qiu Quan.

"You kid drink less, the next game is a bladder game, it is estimated that it will take a long time, you drink so much that you want to go to the toilet later to affect your performance."

Qiu Quan didn't speak, walked to the stage with an indifferent face, and walked to Bian Jin, who was sitting on the bench.

Bian Jin blinked, raised his head, and a cute smile appeared on the doll's face.

"Huh? What's the matter, it's angry? It's okay, the next one will continue to blow their heads off! ”

Qiu Quan stared at Bian Jin for a while, turned sideways, and said to Mu Shao, who was sitting.

"Next game, you come."

Mu Shao didn't speak, nodded, draped his coat over the chair, and stood up.

Qiu Quan sat down and crossed his legs.

A Japanese school grass came to the stage, and a Korean flower boy sat down.

Bian Jin was quite surprised.

"Why didn't you fight? You're in just right shape. ”

Qiu Quan looked at Bian Jin, who had been sitting on the cold bench, clasped his arms with his hands and closed his eyes, and said coldly.

"I've drunk too much water."