After the three opponents were eliminated, the situation of this game became clearer.
The middle and lower roads bloomed together, and finally won the victory.
At the end of the third round, the score between Mix and Bug was 2v1.
But at the beginning of the fourth game, the wind direction changed.
From the beginning of A Xiao's start against the wild, apart from living in the jungle, Boom harassed A Xiao. Many times, Shaw almost couldn't escape from Boom.
This situation became more obvious in the later stage. A Xiao's hand speed and operation obviously couldn't keep up, and he gave away three heads in a row, directly becoming a cash machine for the opponent to besiege.
For example:-
Soymilk: "This wave shouldn't be, Brother Xiao has already jumped out of the encirclement, why was he intercepted by Boom?"
Sugar Bag: "Yeah, I can't understand the game anymore. Brother Xiao and Boom can at least make a 50/50 split in the wild, did they make a mistake this time?"
Soymilk: "Actually, not only this time, but also when we left the Bug wild area just now, Boom couldn't catch Brother Xiao at first, but then Brother Xiao abruptly went astray..."
Sugar bag: "You shouldn't be called soy milk, you should be called poisonous milk."
…
Ji Zhiyao could see clearly from the audience that every time a character controlled by A Xiao died, A Xiao would shake his wrist vigorously, which was obviously a relapse of the hand injury.
Until, losing the fourth game.
Ji Zhiyao felt like he was sitting on pins and needles, especially when he saw Team Mix's lineup replaced with "mid laner Xiao Fei, jungler Ah Heng" a minute later, he stood up abruptly and left the stands in a hurry.
…
Backstage, lounge.
A Xiao's wrist became red and swollen at a speed visible to the naked eye, and he couldn't stop shaking since he stepped off the stage. Even after spraying with a special sedative spray, his hands didn't get better at all, and instead tended to get worse.
Yuan Wei stood next to A Xiao, and the unscrupulous man had an extremely serious expression at this moment.
"Is it okay?" Yuan Wei asked in a low voice while twisting open a bottle of water and handing it over.
A Xiao took the water bottle with his uninjured hand, and his lips trembled because of the pain of the wrist kneaded by the physical therapist. He took a deep breath, smiled wryly, his voice was a little hoarse: "It seems to be impossible, Awei, I may have to have an operation."
After A Xiao said this, there was a dead silence in the lounge, and even the physical therapist who should have described A Xiao's injury shut his mouth and dared not say a word.
Yuan Wei stood up abruptly, and walked around the room restlessly. It was also at this time that he realized that he was not as calm and annoyed as he was when he suggested that Mo Huaifeng find a jungler more than a month ago.
Three years ago, since Team Mix was established, he was their manager.
He witnessed them grow from ignorant teenagers into responsible young men, witnessed them training from one day to another in order to improve the world ranking, and witnessed them playing training games, exhibition games, and national preliminaries game, and even stood on the stage of the International League a year ago, and finally left with regret.
At that time, their eyes were bright, and they promised to return to the international stage in three years.
And now, he heard one of them say that he couldn't take it any longer.
How could a boy in his early twenties bid farewell to this stage for a while, and maybe... never come back