The game is over.

The final result of Myth vs. Dream Feiyang successfully advanced to the finals 4-3 and won the through train place.

Dream Feiyang is to continue PK with the best winner of the lower group, and the winner is qualified to compete with Myth for the championship position.

The mythical defeat in last autumn was embarrassing, and after a winter of adjustment, they are still back to the top.

Meng Feiyang has already smashed his phone angrily.

Teammates are so angry that they hammer the table. "Damn, it's so vicious, this Zhu Bajie, I want to unload his rake for him."

"He just kept deliberately pinching the big move and didn't release it, and when we found out that the army line was back in the city, it caught us off guard."

Misanthropic put down his phone and looked at the other side casually, and Qingliu was standing up and hugging his teammates.

Deliberately turned his back to him.

He said: "The last whole team fight was a conspiracy. ”

Taking advantage of the fact that the famous knife time has not recovered, half of the line is cleared first.

Then they come up and seduce them to fight in a team battle, and they know that the myth is inferior, so they will definitely fight, so they ignore the line.

Pulling the gap, the mythical troop line kills their super creeps.

Zhu Bajie dragged people and directly used the line to steal the tower.

This last wave of team battles is really a dream to fly and bow down.

After listening to the analysis, the teammates were already shocked and couldn't close their jaws.

"Damn, the myth is true, and real people don't show their faces."

Look at their clean and youthful big boys.

Who would have thought that after six games and the last 40 minutes of high exhaustion, such a thoughtful mind could be used.

The misanthropic sneered, "Haven't you been pressed and beaten by myths all the time before I came?" They are consistently number one every season, do you think it was just luck or luck? ”

No matter how harmless they look, they are also the first to dominate the domestic e-sports circle.

The two sides shook hands and made peace.

The world-weary is quite indifferent to losing the game, and it is not a loss to Qingliu in terms of teamwork.

In the end, it is indeed they who are played by myths.

However, seeing that Qingliu kept his back to him, and didn't even dare to look back, the misanthropy suddenly felt a little interesting.

The red-haired flamboyant boy, with one hand in his pocket, walked slowly towards the opposite side with long legs.

[Ahhhh 】

【？ Hanhan, it's like you're the one who won. 】

[Hahahaha's misanthropic face is written, what's wrong with Lao Tzu losing, eat your rice? ] 】

[Losing so much hahahaha]

[On the other hand, Liu'er, I cried, Liu'er, cheer up a little, can you win and be more confident. 】

[Misanthropy: Go, brothers, rob your wife. 】

[Qingliu: He's coming, he's coming, what should I do, what should I do......]

Line up to shake hands.

The misanthropy walked the fastest, and finally stopped at the last one.

Waiting for his teammates to walk in front of him, he stood at the end, a faint smile on the corner of his lips.

The director's camera has been giving them close-ups, and it's not good to be too unscrupulous with the world, and they restrained their smiles, after all, they lost the game, and they still have to pretend to be sad.

Otherwise, it will be said to be two hundred and five.

He shook the other people's hands and touched them gently.

Walking in front of Qingliu, he looked at the white and slender hand in front of him, because he had held the phone for too long, and there were some red marks in his palm.

He reached out and held it, neither lightly nor heavily.

Qingliu's face was calm, and he lowered his eyes and didn't look at him.

In fact, his heart was pounding nervously, and his plan was misanthropic and could be guessed after the game was over.

He understands the character of the little beast, and it is unreasonable to blow up at a point.

He's still worried he's going to blow up.

Sure enough, the paw holding his hand did not move.

The misanthropy is actually not fried, but I just want Dora to be small.

Yu Guang saw that the director's camera was still cut on them, and he sighed with disgust, a little displeased.

Stupid director, it's not okay to cut others.

It's a rare time to touch your little hands in public.

He was about to withdraw his hand, and as soon as he let go.

The white jade hand in front of him curled up, and the slender fingertips crossed his palm, gently scratching his palm like a kitten twice.

The world-weary eyes were stunned for a moment, and he looked at Qingliu in a daze.

From this angle, only his long, thin eyelashes can be seen.

The teammates have finished shaking hands and are waiting for him to step down.

The misanthropy let go of his hand and chuckled lowly.

"Good fight."

The voice fell, and he stepped out of the stage with his long legs behind his teammates.

Qingliu on the stage slowly exhaled a breath.

As the winning side, Shinho has to be interviewed big and small after the game, especially Qingliu as the captain and the main force.

He could not be absent from almost every interview.

The game had been going on until nearly twelve o'clock, and with the interview, it was already two o'clock in the night when Qingliu was busy.

Qingliu only then had time to see his little beast.

I don't know what kind of mood he is in right now.

I guess I wanted to be angry at him, and then found out that he was busy and didn't be there all the time, and finally exploded?

Thinking about it, I still want to laugh.

Qingliu took off his coat and said goodbye to his teammates.

After the match, as the upper bracket, they have to wait for the end of the lower bracket, so they have a day off tomorrow.

As long as Qingliu encounters a holiday, he will go back to his small house to sleep.

After saying goodbye to his teammates and coaches, Qingliu carried the team uniform, held the mobile phone in one hand, and clicked on WeChat.

？？？

Not a single WeChat?

Get.

It seems to be angry.

Qingliu smiled helplessly and shook his head. Exit the WeChat interface and prepare to call a taxi first.

As a result, at this time, WeChat dingdong sounded.

Thunderbolt Donkey Kong: ?

Qingliu was slightly stunned, feeling that the timing of this news was a bit too coincidental.

Qingliu: My interview is over.

Thunderbolt Donkey Kong: So you didn't even tell me first when the interview was over?

Qingliu: Didn't I say that?

Thunderbolt King Kong: You fart, this is Lao Tzu taking the initiative to find you.

Clean:......

This little beast is really original and has no additives.

Qingliu explained.

Qingliu: I want to call a taxi first and talk to you in the car.

Thunderbolt Donkey Kong: What do you say?

Thunderbolt Donkey Kong: How meticulous is your strategy, how much you caught me off guard, and how glorious it is to win?

Qingliu looked at the somewhat glaring sentences on the screen.

Suddenly I felt a little irritable and powerless.

Is it true that two people are not on the same team, they are still opponents, and they are so difficult to get along?

Definitely, who doesn't want the feelings of fighting side by side, such a-for-tat confrontation will only deepen the contradiction.

Thunderbolt King Kong: If you lose, Lao Tzu's skills are not as good as others, so let's talk about a hammer.

Qingliu's gaze changed slightly.

Thunderbolt Donkey Kong: Can you do it, look around? Lao Tzu waited for you for two hours, not to see you standing on the side of the road to call a taxi.

Qingliu suddenly raised his eyes and looked at the opposite road.

In front of the silver-gray sports car, the red-haired boy leaned in front of the car in a team uniform like the sun.

The uninhibited teenager waved at him across the road.

"Come here, take me home."