[Ahhhhhhh 】

[Mythical cow batch, Liu'er baby, look at Ma Ma, you are the pride of Ma Ma. 】

[The god of war is clear, and the myth is immortal. 】

[The groove actually won, Liu'er is too handsome, ahhhh

[I'm afraid it's not a water army to buy? But what are you blowing here? 】

[Hehehe, I don't understand, it's not just that I won a game, I'm still licking one to three, and domestic fans are pursuing this. 】

[Foreigners look at us excitedly as if they are stupid. 】

【？？？ Wouldn't it be good to support our favorite teams? Are you a big bowl of lasagna tube so wide. 】

[I'm also numb, and I won't let me cheer if I win the game, so I still have a hammer, and let's go and see Peppa Pig.] 】

The world-weary looked at this barrage, and the corners of his lips couldn't help twitching.

"It's also amazing that this can be quarreled, and if you win or lose, you will be scolded."

Qiao Weitang glanced at it and ignored it directly, "If you want to open a little, everyone can't like the RMB." ”

SIS is notoriously not caring about online reviews.

No matter how much he was sprayed, he didn't explain it.

Only fans open a few trumpets on Weibo every day, fighting and scolding others, and finally found that the main owner didn't care at all, so they didn't bother to pay attention.

After a long time, black fans feel bored, but it is not black.

A fan of someone:???

It's outrageous.

At this moment, ZERO hadn't recovered from his surprise yet, "Qingliu's hand is amazing." ”

At the last second of the same death, he directly sold all the equipment and replaced it with a resurrection armor.

Jiang Tong sighed twice, and it was rare to be a little impressed by Qingliu, "This has to be a single person for many years to practice hand speed." ”

World-weariness:?

"Sorry, to correct me, Qingliu is not single."

Gotta get it.

ZERO SMASHED A PILLOW ON THE WORLD-WEARY HEAD, "XIUXIUXIU, WHY DID HE START AGAIN?" ”

The flamboyant red-haired teenager looked at ZERO with a smile and raised his eyebrows shyly.

"Why, I'm not convinced, I can still tell you that this hand speed is what I trained."

Everyone: "............"

It's boundless.

Qingliu came back from the break and learned that the misanthropy had gone to the training room of SIS, so he walked over directly.

I heard the lazy voice of a young man coming from the door.

Qingliu was momentarily sluggish.

this

He stood in the doorway, embarrassed, not to go in, not to go in.

He couldn't stand the eyes of a group of them around him, especially since SIS was still a group of faceless and skinless people.

Maybe you can even point to his nose and ask, "How did you train?" We also want to know. ”

Thinking like this, Qingliu silently let go of the doorknob and turned back to his training room.

Qiao Weitang saw a black shadow flashing at the door.

I wasn't sure if it was Qingliu, so I asked the world's weanthropy, "There are ten minutes in the intermission this time, why don't you go to Qingliu." ”

The world-weary lawless little overlord said so gently, "I'm here to cheer, not to disturb him, let him concentrate on preparing for the game." ”

ZERO: "Huh. ”

The world-weary snorted coldly, "After all, Lao Tzu is so handsome, Liu'er is fascinated by me when he sees it, how can he compete in this." ”

"Vomit, vomit."

After the break, the game went on as usual.

In the fifth game, what everyone didn't expect was that the myth of morale just came out, but it quickly fell into a headwind, and was finally ended by Rita.

The final result of Myth stopped at the quarterfinals.

However, the league is not over, and it will continue to PK with the lower bracket and rank 5678.

But if it's not the champion and runner-up, the other rankings will be meaningless.

Coach Potato's eyebrows were a little solemn, "It's not bad, Rita is really strong, this can't be helped, this time they have changed their strategy again, Mythology is not their opponent." ”

That Qingliu can win is completely stained with hand speed, and if the two sides are wiped out and start a new round of team battles, it will be difficult to distinguish the winner and loser.

The world-weary was silent for a long time, staring at the young man with drooping eyes on the big screen, and pursed his lips.

He said fiercely to the people in SIS, "No one is allowed to laugh at him for a while!" ”

Several people looked at the misanthropy in disbelief.

"What are you talking about that we don't understand? Have we ever mocked anyone but you? ”

Misanthropy: Am I the?

The myth on the stage is actually not in a particularly bad mood after losing the game.

From the first game, they knew that there was a 90 percent chance of losing.

There is a big gap in strength, and they have been trying their best.

So the end result didn't disappoint too much.

It's just that when they saw Qingliu sitting silently, they were all a little stunned.

Usually, the captain Qingliu has always adjusted his mentality the fastest, and after recovering his mentality, he began to give psychological counseling to each of them.

However, today, none of them were too sad, and Qingliu sat motionless.

They could only comfort Qingliu in turn, "Captain, it's okay, we've done our best." ”

Qingliu shook his head to indicate that he was fine, and the fingertips holding the phone were a little hard, and the slender fingertips were slightly white.

Getting along day and night, they naturally noticed the captain's mood.

Their mood was also a little heavy for a while.

After all, this is the world league, the best hall of honor for all professional players, and the lifelong dream is to step on the highest stage.

With longing and dreams, in the end, reality tells them that in the face of absolute talent, it is not hard work that can be useful.

Even if Qingliu is unwilling, he can only stand up, his back is very straight, and he can't lose ugly.

He is the captain, and he has to shake hands with Yan Yan to make peace.

Other people's words, he is perfectly acceptable.

But that man was Rita.

This feeling is a little more ugly, like losing to a rival in love.

Who doesn't have a competitive spirit and no desire to compare.

Especially, on the way of his Buddhist life, he met precious people.

He also has, proudly possessive.

Closer, Qingliu saw Rita's face, if he didn't know his gender, he really looked like a delicate and beautiful girl.

Rita smiled at him.

The smile is kind and gentle, Qingliu can feel it, the disdain and arrogance in his eyes,

It's as if to say to him, you're something.

Qingliu held his hand without changing his color, and his hand was as white and beautiful as a girl.

Rita smiled charmingly in front of the camera, "It's an honor to be your opponent." ”

Perhaps it was an illusion, Qingliu seemed to be able to hear his faint hostility in this tone.

What is the opponent?

On the field, it's still ......

A person with the same purpose, without any communication, just a look, knows that he is an enemy.

Qingliu smiled faintly, and his eyebrows were cold and alienated, "Fortunately." ”

Rita blinked and smiled playfully at him, "This is just the beginning, you want to ...... Be prepared. ”