Outside the square in the center of the city, it was already full of spectators waiting to enter.
Everyone has the logo of the team they support on their face.
There are also various ways to support, there are banners, cosplay, and some excited faces are rosy.
Some fans subscribe to the opposite time slot display screen advertisements, in order to tell everyone how great their favorite person is.
Crowds, excitement, and unprecedented prosperity are all people's impressions of the provincial competition.
It's just that some elderly people don't know what it's doing.
I thought the TV station was going to record a program or some celebrity was going to hold a concert.
The eight large screens surrounded by three-dimensionally landed at the same time, and each screen showed a different team picture.
The sound engineer, lighting engineer, host, well-known commentator and even the on-site control are all standing in place.
Count down for one minute.
The backstage director made an ok gesture.
On-site tuning began to connect with the live broadcast platform.
30 seconds.
Hei Yan, who is the starting team, has already stood on the path of appearance.
Mo Bei still looked like an invisible shadow. He was wearing a battle uniform, and his black hair was blown down to cover his eyes, clean and cold.
But that high and cold air can always grab people's attention the first time they walk out.
Five people, standing in a row, when the wind blows, they always seem to remind people of the word youth when flapping their coats.
When the time comes.
The team members each sat in front of the computer.
Uniformly put on black headphones.
It's just that according to the usual practice, the host has to introduce a few words to start.
Feng Nai lowered his eyes and put a mint candy on his lips. When he turned his face to the side, he seemed to glance at Mo Bei, and then threw the candy box over.
Mo Bei caught it and raised his eyebrows.
"Don't eat?" Feng Nai said casually.
The other team members felt that their boss was serious, and actually let others eat his candy!
Too many changes!
The fans at the scene also saw it, and felt that this scene was very shocking.
On the bullet screen, some discordant voices were still there: "Hei Yan actually dared to let Mo Nan play in the competition. He is really speechless. Does the organizing committee care?"
"It seems to be still investigating things."
"Didn't it mean that Mo Nan's shoulder was injured?"
"Is there such a thing?"
"I heard that my friend's friend and Mo Nan are alumni. You guys said that if Mo Nan doesn't play well, you won't just push the blame and hurt his hand."
"It's possible, oh, really, he's the only one who has a lot to do."
"I don't even admit to pushing the pot, don't I have any points in my heart, professional players still go to fight, now it's better, if my hand hurts, it will cause Hei Yan."
These words are invisible to the players playing the game.
But just at the international airport in Quancheng.
In a commercial vehicle that just received someone.
Feng Yi, who had just landed, was watching the live broadcast of the match.
Originally, it was possible to arrive at the venue before the game.
But once the international flight is delayed, there is no guarantee.
It will take at least an hour to drive there from here.
hand injury.
This is the most poignant.
Because he understands what it means to a professional player.
Definitely affects the status.
And the impact will be huge.
Feng Yi wasn't worried about the words on the barrage, what Feng Yi was worried about was Bey's character, who would ignore the injuries on his hands in order to win.
Just like that person back then.
Because on this battlefield, no one will remember the second.
Feng Yi reached out to turn off the barrage, and his eyes fell on the game page. The game had already started, and the game ID Mo Beixiangnan did not appear on it.
(end of this chapter)