The world is really small, to be able to meet here.
When Ji Zhiyao raised his head again, the assistant girl had jumped onto the stage, standing within less than one meter of him, tilting her head to look at him.
—The other three people looked at him with weird eyes.
Ji Zhiyao scratched his head helplessly, stood up and shook his arms: "superloli, what a coincidence."
"It's really you." The girl's voice is also very cute, "I thought I recognized the wrong person."
She glanced at the other three boys, "Is there any other anchor brothers here? The software has a total of five famous game anchors standing here. Why, want to beat WJ into a Muggle?"
Ji Zhiyao couldn't hold back her flirtatious words, and revealed his true nature: "Probably Ginza has a grudge against WJ, and specially hired our group of actors to rub them on the ground."
The girl waved her hand fiercely, walked to the seat and said: "It's swollen, at least save some face for the other side. -By the way, there are two minutes left for the PK to start, why isn't WJ here yet? Wait for us to get big Car to pick them up?"
Ji Zhiyao: "Ginzuo probably spent a lot of money to hire this mascot, and I haven't kissed enough to touch it yet, so why are you willing to release it without the finale?"
"That's right. But I heard that WJ didn't play a single training match this summer. This game is probably to warm them up."
Ji Zhiyao sneered, and was about to say something when he realized that the three temporary teammates were looking at them in bewilderment. He coughed lightly, swallowed the rambunctious words on his lips, and said dryly, "Come on, beat them."
The girl seemed to laugh mockingly.
"coming."
Ji Zhiyao turned his head to look ahead, only to see a row of uneven red short-sleeved shorts walking up the stage unhurriedly, yawning, and even sneered and whispered something when passing by their amateur team.
——At this time, the agreed PK game time was already three minutes late.
Ji Zhiyao pulled the corner of his lips.
Who is this looking down upon
The members of the WJ team sat down, still acting as if they were not very interested.
The host in a suit and leather shoes came onto the stage with a microphone, and said concisely: "The amateur player team selected through the audition, and the professional team WJ, the PK match officially started. The battle is divided into three modes: 1v1, 3v3, and 5v5, three rounds The two-win system officially begins now."
The big screen at the rear began to light up, and the canyon of the heroic battle appeared on the screen.
Just when everyone in the amateur team was about to put on their headsets, a moderate voice suddenly came from WJ, "Anyway, the trumpet can beat them in minutes, so just use the trumpet to get it. Forced, hurry up and find a place to have lunch, I'm starving to death."
The person who said this was a green-haired man, also in his twenties, and he did not forget to look provocatively at the people in front of the blue background wall while speaking.
The top laner and the mid laner blushed at the same time, the assistant girl was about to roll up her sleeves and beat someone up, even the Bingshan boy was no longer calm—
Ji Zhiyao squinted his eyes and put the headset back in place, the smile on the corner of his mouth was a bit mean for his age.
"Brother, if your trumpet is not enough to be a king, then don't bring it up. I'm afraid that if you look at hot eyes, if you accidentally make a wrong operation, it will be regarded as a leak."
The audience was silent, and when Lumao was about to open his mouth, Ji Zhiyao casually squeezed the headset cord, "Next time there is such an event, remember to come back after dinner. I am such a kind person, not only do I have to worry about your face that is about to retire You can still eat a few more meals as a professional player, and worry about whether you will have an appetite after being beaten and crying in the game."