Zhang Luhan was still crying when he was helped down.
Two hours ago he was a proud and energetic young man, but now he is crying with runny nose and tears:
"I don't believe it... I don't believe it! Wuwuwu... 3:0!! Do you believe they beat us 3:0?! And 'he' killed me 18 times, 18 times!"
How confident and confident he was before the game, and how embarrassed and embarrassed he was after the game.
Ziwei Tiangong has always looked down on Sanxiu City, but they never expected that Sanxiu City just changed a head coach and a midfielder, and their strength suddenly exploded and became stronger, pressing them to the floor and rubbing them.
Chen Lingzi and Shan Zongguang laughed at him without conscience: "I know, I know, isn't it because you were killed by Bai Tong 18 times alone, and why are you crying so miserably?"
"Don't you get used to getting slapped in the face? You keep getting slapped in the face?"
Zhang Luhan continued to howl: "Woooooooo..."
"But to be honest, Bai Tong is so good-looking."
"Hmph, if you are so good-looking, you are a sissy, pretty boy! Only people like me are called pure men -"
"Are you saying that your face is full of acne, or that you don't like taking showers and have body odor? No, it smells like lemon sourness."
"Go away! I will definitely beat 'him' next time!"
Ziwei Tiangong has a habit. When they win, the whole team will have a happy meal to celebrate. When they lose—
Come on, the loser doesn't deserve a big meal, why don't you just go back and have a bowl of instant noodles and just stay up late to review the game!
So this night, it was Sanxiucheng who went to have a big meal happily.
"It's great! It's so great! We can finally defeat Ziwei Tiangong in the main game. We are awesome!"
"Fuck him! Fuck him!"
Winger Yue Yuan, jungler Wen Qing, support Xuan Yan, winger Qingjiu, as well as the bench players, coaching staff, team leader and other personnel were all drunk and red-faced while holding beers.
Qingjiu burped and shook his head drunkenly: "My Sister Tong is awesome! That guy Feng Yinyue also wanted to attack Sister Tong with some rhythm. Her face was swollen today hahahaha..."
Xuan Yan grabbed his cell phone and laughed so much that he lay on the table and gasped. He shushed everyone to be quiet and clicked on the video on his cell phone.
The black heads swarming up on the screen are from the Canglang Sword Sect Club, and they all ask eagerly:
"Hey, hey, brother, um, Brother Tong heard that Xuan Shen invited him back. Where did Xuan Shen dig him up from?"
Xuan Shen is talking about Tian Xuanzi.
Rumor has it that he comes from a distinguished family and is the second generation of a wealthy family. During the StarCraft and Warcraft eras, he led the Z nation team to win world championships many times.
Later, after retiring, he formed his own club and became a very strong team in several games. He was an ancient god with a high status in the e-sports world.
The green wine almost spurted out, and he repeated with red eyes: "Brother Tong?"
"Yes, yes, Brother Tong - he is really good in today's first game, but after all, he has little qualifications. Once he can win the championship in a few seasons, he can be called Tongshen, hahaha."
Qingjiu and Xuan Yanren looked at each other, and suddenly a strange smile appeared on their faces. They hung up the video call with a few perfunctory words. The group was silent for a moment, and then suddenly burst into laughter.
"Hahahahahaha Brother Tong—if they knew that Bai Tong was Sister Tong, not Brother Tong, they would definitely go crazy hahahaha!"
There is a default unspoken rule in e-sports teams. Professional players are usually male, and there are very few—or no female players at all.
There are many reasons why there are no female players.
Not only among the top players, there is still a huge gap in strength between female and male players.
Moreover, e-sports players are under great pressure. Their schedules are reversed day and night. Once they lose a game, they have to endure a storm of insults from fans.