Some people who watched the live broadcast didn't understand.
"What's the meaning?"
"Him? Who?"
"Who else, Mo Nan, he has a shoulder injury."
"So now God K is looking for a place for Mo Nan?"
"It seems that God K's style of play is indeed familiar. In the first half, Yaoguang seemed to deal with Mo Nan like this."
"Am I the only one who cares about administering the medicine myself?"
"God K used to like to retaliate in games, but it's so obvious, this is the first time."
"I think I have to remind God K, this is a competition, we must strictly prohibit it, and we cannot be willful!"
The manager couldn't bear the last sentence, so he took out his mobile phone and sent it with a trumpet!
Saying such things and doing such things during a game is to recruit black people.
Also, the young master was not like this before.
Why is there such a big reaction this time.
Apply the medicine by hand.
Apply the medicine yourself!
The fat manager took a deep breath, turned his head and asked the people around him: "Young master will give people medicine? Does it taste bad?"
Assistant: ... This, he also wants to know.
"Forget it." The fat manager felt that he would age several years in a game, and now at least the rhythm has returned to their side, so he should be content.
And seeing that the young master's hatred value is so high, he should be better than usual.
Thinking of this, the fat manager's cell phone rang suddenly.
He has a guilty conscience!
After all, he just used the trumpet to post barrage!
"You pick it up." The fat manager wanted to throw the phone to an assistant, thinking about their young master's match, it was impossible to see what he said, so he took the phone over.
Pressed the answer button: "Hello?"
"Manager Li?" The voice over there was very magnetic, as if he was born with a smile.
Not everyone can know the fat manager's phone number, so he frowned and said, "You are?"
"I'm an agent who applied online two days ago. I'm right outside the door. The competition has already started. No one is allowed to enter. I'm really bothering you. Manager Li, please send someone to pick me up?"
When the fat manager heard this, the man's manners were not bad: "Just wait, I'll send someone to pick you up."
"good."
That last word was always inexplicably familiar to the fat manager.
But he didn't pay much attention to it, after all, there was still a game to watch.
Just outside the square, the place where internal personnel enter and exit.
Feng Yi, who was wearing a neat suit, was already standing there.
The secretary lowered his voice and said, "Mr. Feng, do you need to..."
"No need." Before he finished speaking, Feng Yi turned his face sideways, and the corner of his mouth twitched: "I'm here to apply, not to discuss business, just wait for Manager Li to come down, this position is not bad."
Just under the big screen, you can directly see the game situation.
Someone hid his strength and played support.
Feng Yi shook his head with a smile, but even if it was a support, it would not be that simple as long as he switched hands.
The two people who taught her were both carnivorous assassins.
Not to mention one of them will also calculate the global.
Thinking of this, Feng Yi lowered his eyes and pushed the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose.
too long.
It's been a long time since I felt this way...
On the field, Shen Ao gradually felt the difficulty, especially Feng Nai's way of dealing with him. If he continued to fight like this, he would not play any subsequent games.
But now the team fight has started.
Not so easy to withdraw.
With Yaoguang's assistance, he came quickly to relieve Shen Ao's pressure.
Shen Ao felt that he could still hold on, and turned on the voice: "It's okay, King doesn't have much mana left, I'll hold him down like this, you go to attack the middle, without King, Black Flame can't kill our people, so this way , what delays is the rhythm of Hei Yan."
(end of this chapter)