Chapter Forty-Six: A Fierce Counterattack
Huayi Star met the powerful Giant Peak team at the beginning of the quarterfinals, which still caused a lot of repercussions in the national server, and many players said that there was a shady scene in this, especially because this team draw was not as transparent as the usual games. Gao Lin heard Lu Hai, who drew lots on behalf of the team, said that when the lottery was drawn, he only saw the lottery number, and he didn't know who the opponent was at all, and the competition party did not immediately announce the list of opponents on the same day, but waited for all the lottery representatives to go back, and then notified them the next day.
To be honest, Gao Lin felt that there was something greasy in the battle list this time, because none of the four giant teams in the quarterfinals had met, which was too much of a coincidence. You know, the lottery is full of unknowns, but if you reach this coincidence, it's not that it's impossible, it's just that the odds are very small, almost like buying a lottery ticket.
Of course, whether there is a shady scene or not, it has no impact on Gao Lin, in his opinion, whether it is a giant team or a strong team, they must face, but sooner or later, if they want to qualify for the Confederations Cup finals, they must defeat all the opponents they meet, so that they can stand on the stage of Shijie.
Walking from the hotel to the Horseshoe River Square, where the competition was held, I saw that the square was crowded with black crowds.
In the midst of the crowd, banner after banner was raised.
"DAGA, win!" This is a DAGA fan banner.
"Rain goddess, take the little demon!" This is Song Qiaoyu's personal fan banner.
"I can, the world can!" This is PB Shengyu. The sponsor of CANG, the advertising slogan of CANONG's battery.
"Feng'er, where are you? I'm sand! "This is the personal fan banner of the Southern Sword team chasing sand in the wind.
"Sit back and watch the third-rate team beat up the giant team!" Undoubtedly, this is a banner for Huayi Star fans. In this quarterfinals, the only team that can be called a third-rate team is Huayi Star.
"Thirty years of professional soy sauce!" This is Gao Lin's personal fan banner.
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Looking at the lively square, Gao Lin couldn't help but smile, and walked in the direction of the side road after Lu Hai.
"Boom!"
A crisp iron thud sounded.
Gao Lin and the others turned their heads to look, but saw a group of people walking into the outside of the square.
This group of people seems to be all students, and everyone is wearing uniform clothing. Among them, on the front of the white shirt, there is a big word 'sauce' written on it!
"Knock knock!"
"Knock, knock, knock!"
A group of more than a dozen people walked into the square beating gongs and drums all the way, followed by a few people who raised their heads and played small trumpets and flutes.
As soon as they entered the square, many eyes were focused on them.
Gao Lin was puzzled, but saw that among the group of people, a young man who was very familiar to him came out.
But when he saw it, the young man waved his arm, and the person who was beating the gong and drum immediately stopped.
"Tell them what we're here for?" The young man shouted at the crowd.
"Soy sauce hitter!" More than a dozen people roared in unison.
"Tell them, what can a third-rate team do?" The young man shouted at the crowd again.
"Beat up the big team!" It was another roar in unison.
"Tell them what the weak can do?" The young man shouted again.
"Fight back! Fight back! Although the shouts of more than a dozen people are not very large in the lively square, the effect of their gathering is that most of the square can hear them.
And as soon as the roars of more than a dozen people fell, the young man's arm was for a while.
Suddenly, more than a dozen people beat gongs and drums in a neat and orderly manner.
Around the square, many esports reporters ran in their direction and took wild photos of them.
"Nima, this fan of this master is too good, right? Even this kind of formation has been made! Looking at the people beating gongs and drums in the distance, Yang Tianshui couldn't help but sigh.
"What a mouthful!" Looking at the group of people, Zhang Weiyong looked at Gao Lin again, "Master Masturbation, don't tell me, that's the dark liliang you invited!" ”
"If only I had this kind of dark liliang!" Gao Lin shook his head and smiled.
"Those people, I think I saw them in the last club league!" Xiang Huidie said.
"Do you remember that man?" Gao Lin pointed to the young man who was leading the team.
"It's a little familiar, like I've seen it somewhere before!" Nodding, he looked at Gao Lin at Huidie, as if waiting for his explanation.
"His name is Lang Ziming, and we met at the gate of the quarterfinals of the City United Championship before!" Gao Lin smiled lightly.
"Oh, it's him!" As soon as Gao Lin said this, Xiang Huidie remembered something and smiled, "That person was really stubborn at that time!" ”
Gao Lin smiled. Two days ago, he received a text message from Lang Ziming, saying that he had discussed with his classmates and wanted to watch him compete.
Originally, Gao Lin thought that he was just here to watch the game, but he didn't expect that he would make this scene.
"Come on, don't worry about this yet, it's almost time for the opening!" Seeing that Gao Lin and the others were all looking at Lang Ziming and the others, Lu Hai said in a timely manner.
Gao Lin and the others retracted their gaze and walked into the square from the side road.
When a group of people walked into the square, they found that two race staff members were already waiting at the intersection.
Led by the staff of the competition side, several people walked into the makeshift backstage of the square and found that the members of the other seven teams were inside.
After only two minutes or so, a senior member of the competition team in his 50s walked in and told them the specific opening ceremony and arrangements.
After listening to the arrangement of the high-level Jihua of the competition side, the eight teams entered the arena from both sides of the square stage one after another.
For a while, there were cries in the audience, and some fanatical fans even wanted to storm the viewing area of the team players, but they were all stopped by the staff on the scene.
"Grass, you dicks, you don't have to dress up like this if you have low self-esteem, right? It's like a duck wandering down the street! "Sitting in the front row of Gao Lin and a few people, PB Shengyu. The main jungler of the super energy, the presumptuous youth looked back and said.
"Tsk, that's sour!" Yang Tianshui said.
"Master Masturbation, here's the opportunity, take out your little radish and give him pickled acid!" Zhang Weiyong said to Gao Lin.
Hearing his words, Xiang Huidie, who was sitting on the back, seemed to remember something, and a trace of blush suddenly appeared on her delicate face.
Fortunately, several people's eyes were focused on Gao Lin, who was ridiculed, and no one noticed the change in her expression.
"007, I said your head was caught in the crack of the door when you went out, right? People are good haode a small bean sprout, you say it is a little radish, where do you put the dignity of other people's masters? Yang Tianshui squinted at Zhang Weiyong.
Seeing that the two of them were making fun of him again, Gao Lin couldn't help but raise his hand and coughed and said, "Stop the civil war and unite with the outside world!" ”