The neon of the crystal floated above the huge display screen, and Li Bai, who was in a red and white posture, drew a circle coquettishly at the moment when the crystal exploded.

The silver phoenix spreads its wings along the neon of the explosion.

Qiao Weitang took off her headphones, and the noisy sound poured into her ears through all directions.

She heard frenzied shouts and screams all around her,

And the commentator said loudly and passionately: "Congratulations to SIS for winning the pinnacle duel and successfully advancing to the finals." ”

An inexplicable acid on the tip of the nose.

Before she had time to feel sad, she saw Jiang Tong slamming her screen in front of her,

His voice is clear, his thin lips are slightly hooked,

"See this circle?"

Qiao Weitang replied, "I saw it." ”

"What do you guess that means?"

Qiao Weitang was puzzled, "You overflowed the commotion of the screen?" ”

Jiang Tong: "......"

The slender boy didn't win the game at all with the pride he deserved.

He smiled sweeter and softer, tilted his head to look at her, his thin lips hesitated and pursed for a long time, and his lips were a little light.

He hooked his lips and smiled, and his voice was soft,

"Draw the ground as a prison, and betray you to imprisonment for life."

——

There are two weeks left in the finals, and there is plenty of time to train during that time.

Qiao Weitang didn't want to be more comfortable, she was finally able to rest.

In recent days, she has been dying in training, working day and night in the canyon every day.

SIS was happy, and after the atmosphere of the scene was uplifted, it was unprovoked depression.

With all the hope of the Triple Crown myth, they have always thought that they are the proud existence of everyone. god

This time, he didn't even make it to the finals.

Peach's voice is a little regretful, sweet,

"They were number one in the East, they were the kings everyone expected, but they fell into the lower bracket twice."

Peaches actually likes mythology very much, and her original intention of entering the circle was probably to see this group of delicate and clean teenagers by chance.

Unexpectedly, the first time they commented on their game, it was their regrettable termination in the finals.

Qingliu's gaze was faint, and he couldn't say any emotion, he raised his eyes to look at the commentary table.

The girl was wearing a pink off-the-shoulder dress, her face was so cute, and she looked lost.

"You are obviously the first, how can you make it to the lower bracket twice?"

Momoko found Qingliu looking at her lightly, and realized what she had said, and the explanation could not be explained with private emotions.

And by saying this, she is nothing more than discrediting the myth.

It's like accusing them of why they are so uncompetitive.

Momoko panicked.

Qingliu had already retracted his gaze, didn't say a word, and followed his teammates forward, ready to line up to shake hands.

After all, he is a veteran player, and his emotional adjustment is still very fast, and if he loses the game, he can't lose face.

Before he walked in front of Qiao Weitang, he was still calm.

The more I got in front of her, the faster my heart beated.

Hanging his eyes, he has mixed feelings in his heart, in fact, he doesn't need to care so much, but he just can't pass the level in his heart.

The girl's fair skin is slender, the fingertips are pink and round, and the exposed wrists are small and exquisite.

In Jiang Tong's gaze that was about to kill him,

He reached out and gently held Qiao Weitang's hand, Qiao Weitang was also very friendly, and smiled at him gently, without mockery or contempt.

The eyes are clean.

He just used the usual routine of mythology to win the game, and it stands to reason that there is nothing to be sorry for anyone.

Only he knows what he has lost.