On the night before the finals, five people sat in a hotel room to discuss tactics.
This feeling is like the eve of a big exam, full of tension and anticipation.
"I'll go, I'm a little panicked!" The fat man looked at them and said as he drank the fifth bottle of Coke: "I won't flash into the wall tomorrow! No... I think the chance of me being short is higher... No, no, no, I’m still watching the other person’s video.”
"There's no point in cramming." Luo Qingchen said with a soft smile: "Now that we look at the situation, watching one more video and one less video will not affect the outcome.
This is just like reading one more paper or one less paper before an exam, it will not affect your final score.
Because you already have what you should have, and you won’t be able to remember what you don’t have even if you look at it twice.
"You said... if we lose this time..." Fatty scratched his head and said, "Will we be scolded badly when we return home?"
After all, the honor and disgrace now belongs not only to their team, but also to their country.
"We have no way out." Luo Qingchen nodded slightly and said with extremely firm eyes: "I want to take the championship back."
Ye Qianhun turned his eyes slightly, looked at her serious eyebrows, and a doting smile flashed at the corner of his mouth.
He once felt that the priest was the luckiest person in the world because he met Feng Wuyue.
But now, he feels that he is the luckiest person in the world because he has Luo Qingchen.
The priest was right, the previous disappointment was just because he didn't meet that person.
But when she actually stood on the stage, she could fully feel the tense atmosphere.
Since this is Fnatic's home court, all the people in the audience are their fans. This is the so-called home field advantage.
In the first game, they lost the game.
When they returned to the lounge to prepare for the second game, everyone looked a little solemn.
"It would have been better if I didn't jump over the tower just now." The priest rubbed his brows and said, "I'm sorry, sorry."
"No, it's my problem." Feng Wuyue pursed her lips and said, "If I had handed in the ultimate move earlier, Qian Shen would not have died."
"What are you two arguing about?" The fat man patted their shoulders and said, "It's just that my skills are inferior to others."
The next second, Ye Qianhun looked at the three of them and chuckled: "Don't worry, I will carry the mid laner next, so don't worry!"
"Ah?" Luo Qingchen was stunned. She originally thought that Ye Qianhun would say that she carried, but she didn't expect that he would say that of her? !
Is there a slight problem with this person's brain circuitry... Oh no, it's a big problem.
In an instant, she immediately turned to look at Ye Qianhun and said, "It's obviously the ADC carry!"
"Okay! If I carry, what reward will you give me?"
"Oh!" There was a sigh in the lounge, and the tense atmosphere disappeared.
"Let's talk after we win!" Luo Qingchen pursed her lips and smiled, her fair cheeks unconsciously blushing.
At the beginning of the second game, the enemy looked very relaxed. After all, it was very easy for them to win the last round, and that smile looked like they were sure of victory.
The fat man's very unhappy voice came from the voice: "What should I do? Looking at the smile on the gringo's face, I am filled with anger."
"Then please turn your anger into fighting spirit and do your best to hit the target!" Feng Wuyue did not forget to give Fatty a warning.
After all, when they were one point behind, they had to work hard to win! (To be continued)