"Click, click."
One-night training, 1v1 is a common thing, if you don't have 1v1 players, you will form a team and play black.
Everyone is using a high-level account, and they are playing H server team battles.
One reason is that the H server is recognized as difficult to play.
Second, the breakout competition system this time is different from the previous ones, requiring individual kills and death rankings.
Everyone is staring at the screen, constantly adapting to new styles of play.
It is common for e-sports professional players to turn their day and night upside down.
But in order to adjust the jet lag and physical skills, Zhao Sanpang prepared his big horn early in the morning, stood there, and raised his eyebrows at Little Devil Bo.
Little Devil Bo is holding a remote control in his hand, and a toy electronic car is connected to the other side of the remote control.
The shape of the electronic car is almost exactly the same as that of Xiao Hei, Lamborghini, and Poison.
Along the long corridor of the hotel, you can see the electronic car slowly driving forward, stopping in front of the door of each guest room, and then dropping a small ball.
Zhao Sanpang glanced at it, then tilted his head: "Is this possible?"
"Internal and external devices." Bo Xiaogui continued to operate the remote control with a handsome face.
Zhao Sanpang didn't understand and asked, "What do you mean?"
Little devil Bo stood there with short legs like a lotus root festival, and took a sip of the pure milk on the small dining car: "When 003 comes back, you will know."
"That thing is called 003?" Zhao Sanpang looked at it, not forgetting to complain: "I said An An, don't you think that your child has a different lifestyle from other children, and this dining table is also automatic?"
Just when Zhao Sanpang just reached out and touched that strange dining table.
A mechanical recording sounded: "Level 1 Danger, Level 1 Danger! Master, there are bacteria trying to contaminate your breakfast!"
Zhao Sanpang looked at the dining table that suddenly swung his "fist", and was never so speechless in his life: "Me? Bacteria?"
"002 is very sensitive to everyone except me, my mother, and the housekeeper's grandfather." Bo Xiaogui's pretty face was calm and calm.
Zhao Sanpang asked: "What about your father?"
"Heh." Little Devil Bo sneered, before saying much, "Qin Mo."
Immediately, both fists on the dining table were raised, and one of them made a small cactus ball out of nowhere: "Attack mode, activate!"
boom!
A small ball just bounced over!
Zhao Sanpang, the fat man, is very flexible: "An'an, you don't hit people in the face!"
The ball still brushed the arm.
Zhao Sanpang glanced at the small thorns left on his clothes, and had to give a thumbs up: "That's right! An'an, this is how you should deal with Qin shamelessly."
Little Demon Bo raised his milk glass, which means that we are like-minded.
Zhao Sanpang is so beautiful, he bowed his head and sent the message to their previous group: "Hahahaha, Qin is shameless, he is attacked by cactus every day, it feels so good."
Send it, and I still don’t forget Aite’s party.
"Cactus? What do you mean?" Lin Feng was pulling on his tie.
Someone looked at him from the side: "Don't make a fuss."
Lin Feng waved his hand: "There must be gossip, listen! Captain!"
Whenever Qin Mo suffered a loss, the people in the group would love to hear about it.
Still waiting for Zhao Sanpang to break the news.
In the group, there was such a sentence.
Qin Mo: "I didn't expect that An'an's little gadgets could hurt people. It's because I have no way to teach my son, and the fat god was stabbed miserably? That's too sad."
Sad you shit!
Zhao Sanpang looked back and forth twice, and after confirming that this was a mocking sentence, he turned his head and asked the little man: "An'an, have you ever hit your father's scumbag?"
(end of this chapter)