When he exited the battle room and returned to the arena hall, Fang Liang's expression was obviously not very good, and the several teammates beside him were also slumped and listless.
As for the prince player who gave the most heads in the whole game, the prince player who was crushed into a dog by Britz's jungler robot from beginning to end, his head was lowered as if he was looking for a hole to get in.
With the end of the battle, more than 30 students from the two classes who watched the battle also retreated from the watch room. A light flashed alternately in front of the competitive stone platform, and the crowd returned to the arena hall surrounded the players of the two teams. In it.
"Hahahaha Congratulations, 9 to 2 torture the opposite side, the fight is really good enough—"
Zhen Wei stepped forward and slapped a fist affectionately on the empty-handed shoulder, laughing and sending congratulations.
The other students from Xin Chuan 1 on the side also stepped forward to congratulate:
"This is a beautiful play!"
"Just now Xiaolong picked up a prince's head for nothing, isn't it cool?"
"You can celebrate in the evening!"
The hand-to-handed man who won the game smoothly is also in a good mood at this time, grinning and making a humble gesture: "Generally speaking, our victory is inseparable from everyone's support..."
The pure little iron spear on the side leaned to Ye Xiaoru's side with a shy face:
"My squad leader, this game is also won, should you say something..."
"Huh? It means—" Ye Xiaoru's eyes moved wisely, but he put on a dazed look: "What do you mean?"
The pure-hearted little iron spear, who was looking forward to hearing the words, suddenly collapsed and depressed: "Sir, didn't we say that we will give a reward if we win the game? How can you turn your back on—"
A hint of sly flashed across Ye Xiaoru's face, and he hummed, "I didn't mean to win. You can see that you only played soy sauce a few times in the whole game. You just got off the road to chase the opponent. In EZ, the EQ second company skills were emptied, and the performance was so watery, so I am embarrassed to ask me to show it?"
Chunliang Little Iron Spear suddenly choked when he heard the words, but his assistant prince did not have much sense of existence in this game. When he was speechless for a while, he suffocated a sentence for a long time:
"Isn't this to help me play well? If you let me play the single..."
"Where are there so many excuses," Ye Xiaoru curled his lips: "Anyway, your good fight is a fact, don't quibble. Xiaoxue's ice shooter is better than you, and he took two heads."
"Xiaoxue, isn't that an ADC, why should I be better with her as soon as I assist?" Chunliang Xiao Tiejiao argued dejectedly.
"Then there are your robots, you can't beat it—" Ye Xiaoru seemed to think of something suddenly: "Yes, this game is basically a show of your robots!"
Congratulations to Zhen Wei, who had just finished empty-handed at the hand-to-hand approach, also came over at this moment. Hearing the conversation between the two, he immediately lifted his spirits: "Yes, Ouyang, where did your robot come from? It's like carrying the audience. The rhythm!"
On the side of the new biography, the people in Class 1 heard that they were talking about robots, and they all swarmed over to agree:
"That is, the purple party jungler prince was destroyed in the early stage, and the mid-range 1V2 double kills. The robot is a great god—"
"Grandma's, I haven't seen a robot that can play wild and play so wretched and disgusting..."
"Hey, where is the robot?"
"Where is the robot god? Give me the entire autograph—"
The topic shifted to the robots who had exploded the audience before, and the commotion of the new squad 1 began to look around to find Britz.
The next moment, they saw the rusty metal figure beside Bing Lingxue not far away.
"Robot God! Take me to double black together!!"
"Great God, I also like to play support, but every time I support my teammate ADC into a super ghost, do you give me some pointers?"
"And me and me!"
…
A group of people went up in a honeycomb and surrounded Britz. Where did the latter encounter this kind of battle. At the moment, he was overwhelmed by the enthusiasm of a crowd of fans, and subconsciously turned his attention to Bing Lingxue aside. .
But Bing Lingxue, who was standing outside the crowd, just watched with a smile as Britz was surrounded by the crowd, and didn't mean to help out the siege at all.
Just as Britz was dizzy with a chucking sound, a commotion came not far away to relieve him.
Everyone's gaze followed the prestige subconsciously, only to see everyone from the new 2nd class was walking here, and the leader was the five members of the Purple team headed by Fang Liang.
The enthusiastic atmosphere of the first class suddenly calmed down, and all their eyes were cast on the captain of the blue team.
Looking at Fang Liang, who was leading the team, his eyes were slightly narrowed, and his tone was cold and warm, and he said, "What's the matter, we won this game, right?"
This is really a bit stubborn. Just now, all the purple players voluntarily voted to surrender 5 to 0. Where is the dispute over the outcome
Fang Liang's face was even more ugly when he was stabbed with words by a hand with a sword, but if he loses, he loses. The fact that Tie Zhengzheng can't be disputed. At the moment, he can only say with a cold face, "I lost this time. If you find foreign aid such as robots, you are considered to be great—"
"Tsk tusk, lose is lose, what else is'count you lose', you can save face if you put it nicely?" The pure little iron spear on the side sneered.
"We said that our robots have great foreign aid. If you are capable, you can also find someone?" The melancholy beet curled his lips.
Fang Liang was so angry that his complexion turned blue and red again, and in the end he could only make a cold snort, and then put down a ruthless sentence: "You wait, I will definitely get it back—"
After speaking, he turned around and quickly left with a group of people.
Chunliang Little Iron Spear still yelled at Fang Liang's leaving figure:
"Hey, don't forget the 2,000 yuan bet that you said—"
Fang Liang, who hadn't gone far, had another meal, and he responded in a loud voice with a bit of annoyance:
"I don't care about this little money!"
Then he took another step and walked away from the place where he was embarrassed.
Looking at the departure of the people in Class 2 of the new biography, Ye Xiaoru couldn't help but snorted: "That Fang Liang is just trying to save face. You won by Yang Ren this time. You will definitely try to win back next time. You have to pay attention point."
"It's okay, let them come one time and we abuse one time!" With a wave of his hand, the blade went into the empty-handed atmosphere and confidently released the rhetoric.
"If you can get a 2,000 yuan each time, we can all make a fortune with this~" Chunliang Little Iron Spear grinned smirkly, touching his chin.
"Well, Fang Liang, who suffered such a big loss in our hands this time, if you have to come to trouble again next time, you will definitely be prepared..." The melancholy beet with a more calm personality groaned a little. A little worried: "I have an ominous premonition anyway."
Britz on the side scratched his head when he heard the words, but his thoughts strayed away.
"I have an ominous hunch."
Speaking of...this sentence...in the past...but...Galen's...mantra...what...
However, since he met Katerina, he consciously gave up this sentence that was often said to be on his lips...
…
A group of newcomers from Class 2 walked out of the arena hall.
The EZ player who was following Fang Liang reluctantly said: "Ryoko, are we just accepting this?"
"Damn, there are only 5 runes, and the talent can't point out many useful things. It hasn't been flashed and not ignited to use it. This game is too constrained to fight... I was so embarrassed to lose." The player echoed.
"Acknowledge?"
Fang Liang, who was walking at the forefront, stopped, turned around to look at the crowd, and said with a gloomy expression: "Of course we can't just let it go. We must find this place back—"
"But speaking of it, the robot is indeed quite powerful..."
The female piano player whispered, but it fell in Fang Liang's ears. In this game, they were indeed destroyed by the blue robot on the opposite side.
Fang Liang, who was pricked in the painful spot, suddenly looked ugly, and then said viciously: "Awesome hair, that is, there is no [Flash] on our side. If we can bring [Flash] just now, then the robot's hook can hook one by one. allow?"
When he said that he seemed to think of something, his expression slowed down a bit, but he looked more gloomy: "Yang Ren, they can find a helper, so they are not allowed to ask for foreign aid?"
"What kind of mess is playing jungle with robots? It's just shit if you win this time."
"I know a master. The blind monk jungler is absolutely top-notch. Next time I find him to hold the battle, I have to torture this robot to death—"