The comments were in an uproar:

[Mr. Shan's little wife]: "The most awesome game anchor in history!" Mr. Shan! The first national service to go down! ”

[WD team is a brainless fan]: "From today on, I will become a fan of WD~"

[Singing and conquering with homework]: "Just entered the KPL, 12 consecutive defeats, and you can still win!" This team is awesome! ”

[Eat nothing but meat]: "Come on, myth! Back to the top next year! ”

[Surrendered to the beauty of a crescent]: "King is awesome! Awesome! Awesome! ”

[Is the second brother Lan every day today]: "Huh, people like to fly right away~~"

...

That night, in Kyoto, the WD team's apartment was brightly lit and people came and went.

The doorbells rang one after another, and the guests kept coming.

Dark clouds and small beans, all members of the TG Super Play Club, Subei and Xiaoai, curry and chili, all members of the mythical team, Fang Chang and Yang Linyuan, old professor Lu Qingfeng, five social people, Zhang Meng and Ye Qingshui, Luban No. 3 and No. 1, Qin Yi with roommates... Dozens of people came to the WD team's apartment.

The beautiful name is celebration, but in fact, it is to come to rub the rice and warm up.

Fortunately, the apartment he bought was huge, and he invited enough chefs to accommodate so many people who came to eat rice.

The large living room is full of delicacies and delicacies, and the sound of music is slow.

A group of people eat, drink, and have a good time.

The so-called friendship first, competition second, aside from the official KPL, everyone is friends in life.

"Hey, hey, there's enough room tonight! If you don't get drunk, you won't go home. Immediately Fei picked up the microphone and stood in the center of the party,

"On behalf of Team WD, I would like to welcome all of you to the defeat. If you hadn't lost the game, our WD team wouldn't have won, hahaha. ”

Guests: ...

The corners of Zimo's mouth twitched, and he drank a glass of champagne: "I really want to kill this guy." ”

The fishman was startled, and hurriedly stopped: "Zimo, it's illegal to kill someone." If you go to jail, I, I'll accompany you to jail. ”

Zimo smiled contemptuously, and glanced at Mr. Shan, who was drinking champagne not far away, who was drunk, leaning on silence, grinning and chatting with Fang Chang.

Wait, Zimo's eyes locked on Silence and Mr. Shan, and suddenly grabbed the fishman's arm: "Let's go, let's go drink too, we can't lose to Mr. Shan's little yellow hair!" ”

Fishman: "Ah... Oh. ”

In fact, Zimo has always known that [Fishman Zimo] is the dual core of the competition copied by Ye Shen according to the model of [Total Silence].

In the game arena, the deeper the feelings, the better the tacit understanding.

For example, in the seventh game, Lu Shen and Chu Xiaoxi, Shan Zonghe were silent, they had a close relationship, and their tacit understanding far exceeded that of ordinary professional teams.

Zimo's arrogant self-esteem was damaged, and in his heart, the fishman was far better than that silence.

Zimo thought: One day, he and the fish man will surpass the silence of the mountain!

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The party was lively.

Outside the bustle, on the balcony, four young people, Lu Zuoyu, Ye Shen, Yu Dongchen and Li Huaiyu, were looking over the railing.

"You're really strong." Ye Shen changed into an off-white winter sweatshirt, the whole person looked modest and gentle, and the innate kingly temperament on his body was also suppressed a lot.

Lu Zuoyu's thin lips were slightly raised, and from the balcony of the attic, the lights of Kyoto on a winter night were bright, and it seemed to be rotting.

"You need to change your operations and play more core rosters." Lu Zuoyu took the initiative to propose.

Ye Shen took a sip of champagne and smiled: "That's right, your team has at least four core lineups. The style is changeable, and it really amazes the whole KPL."