The pillar hates YQ.

He was kicked out because of a mistake, embarrassed like a street dog, and became a laughing stock and no one took him in.

However, this is the team he led single-handedly, how can he bear to watch YQ really destroy it......!

This is where he once struggled, and he led a big team with one hand!

For these e-sports teenagers, e-sports is their pure land.

Many of them are very simple.

The usual time is invested in high-intensity training, many of them are very simple, what they want is to win, to win the championship trophy, and to raise their eyebrows!

I want to tell everyone that-

We are the champions!

We chose the path of esports, and there is nothing wrong with that!

Our youth!

No regrets!

It's been a long time, and I've almost forgotten this original intention.

The e-sports circle seems to be slowly starting to integrate with the anchor circle, and many people are thinking about their worth, whether they will be embarrassed to play this game, what will happen if they lose, and how we will manage our fans.

Those of them who have already won victories and are slowly beginning to gain status and wealth seem to have forgotten that when they were tormented in the training room, they were not thinking about money, but about the dreams of teenagers.

The pillar looked at his refreshed teammates on the stage and sniffed slightly.

He was able to see the YQ team standing up again, and he was still relieved in the end.

The handsome monk-like boy looked at him, narrowed his eyes slightly, and there was a touch of rouge at the end of his eyes, and his expression always looked unfazed.

He has a "Zen feeling" around him, no matter how irritable people are, they will feel calm down after seeing him.

As the number one anchor, he naturally has a lot of fans.

And there is a poem hanging on the homepage of his live broadcast -

"The world has both laws and regulations, and it lives up to its promise."

His ID is "Rather Desireless".

And whether he is a monk or not, and why he doesn't grow his hair, he didn't say, and others can't ask.

Ning Wuyu looked sideways at the pillar slightly, and when he saw that he didn't take the handkerchief, he took the handkerchief back.

His voice is like a mountain breeze, like gurgling water, his voice is beautiful, and the rhythm is not hurried or panicked.

"Touching the scene is like this. None of you lose. ”

After speaking, Ning Wuyu turned his head to look at the stage, he put his hands on his lap in a regular manner, quite a bit like an old man sitting in a precarious position, and he was wearing a Hanfu, which really looked like an ancient.

He looked at Tong Yaoyao, and there was a trace of inquiry in his eyes that he didn't even know about.

He looked at Yaoyao and couldn't help but mumble to himself.

Is this man simple, or is it complex? Is this world going to be simple, or is it complicated? ”

Thinking about it, he dragged his chin again and fell into deep thought.

Not far in front of him.

Liu Xingran gently pushed his glasses, there was a soft wisp between his delicate and ascetic eyebrows, and the corners of his lips unconsciously raised.

"It seems that Team YQ is not bad right now. It seems that I am still not as ruthless as I thought, and I will still be happy that the YQ team can recover. ”

"I also hope that those guys will train well, go to the back, come to the KPL and feel it well, they provoked D· Team R, what kind of immortal is it? ”

Saying this, the corners of Liu Xingran's lips quietly raised.

Sometimes it's hard to say.

Hatred makes a person stronger.

But sometimes, letting go is more relaxed than hatred.

For Liu Xinglan and Liu Xinglan to be pillars, the YQ team is their youth, they have seen many people come here and sent many people away.

They also secretly couldn't hold on and broke down and cried.

When I think of the YQ team, it is not only those who have treated them well or been indifferent to them, but also those who look back on the past, and more of them are feeling their youth.

Liu Xingran couldn't help but rub his fingers, took out a platinum pen that he bought for Yaoyao in his pocket, and didn't know if he wanted to send it to his jungler father.

I don't know how to express my gratitude.

But the worship and love for the jungler dad is getting stronger and stronger.

Liu Xingran thought of this, and looked at Yaoyao's eyes more and more gently.

"Jungler Dad, what a gentle person, and he looks very good...... Ahem...... It's a pity that my brother is getting gay more and more...... Forget it, Liu Xinglan is not worthy. ”