"Senior, don't keep saying things that make me misunderstand."
The disdain, ridicule, cheers and admiration of thousands of people returned to Qin Jue's ears again, but when he hugged Qi Ji, he seemed to be unable to hear the sounds around him.
"Because... if you don't say it, it will be too late." At this point, Qin Jue was still a little self-aware, "If I mess with you again tomorrow, I... I'm afraid you won't let me get up."
"How could that be?" Amidst the lively shouts, Qi Ji gently pressed against his neck and deliberately lowered his voice, "I love you so much."
Qin Jue's face suddenly turned red. As soon as he grasped the palms of his clothes tightly, he refused to lift his head from his shoulders. He just let Cui Xuezhi and Shen Ye come around and hug him.
Even though most of the audience in the stadium were from Europe, they still gave this team enough respect, and the cheers continued for a long time, not to mention the rapid increase in the number of viewers and comments on Langhua TV.
[IS team is awesome! ! If I win the double crown tomorrow, I will do a live broadcast of boiling water on my head to cheer up!]
[Cui Shen has really sacrificed too much for the team. If it weren’t for me being a male fan, I wouldn’t feel sorry if I didn’t send him a wave.]
[? ? ? Why can’t male fans give it away? ? Male fans also have human rights! !]
[Okay, wash your butthole and go to Shen Ye’s place to register and queue up]
[You guys actually still have some free time, I'm ****ing in this competition (a mixed version of swear words in eight languages), it's so damn cool! !]
[Ah ah ah Hua Yan is so forceful, please perform the double dragon show on me now! ! I can! !]
[Yes... that's the feeling, I swear I was definitely a straight man before I became a fan of the IS team.]
[You'd better be]
[You'd better be +1]
[Brothers, could you please be more careful when you complain? ? It's not even blocked. Can you look at me? Yanshen please **** me hard now, my **** will **** for you, my ** will flow out **’s ****]
[I'm so fucking disrespectful. IS wants to win two more games. Don't you have any left?]
[Wait a minute, this scene... Yanshen is cooked, right? Is it scientific to be so red? ?]
[Can you speak? How could I, the biggest troll in the Yanshen e-sports circle, be blushing? Get your eye hospital ranking list and get out (dog head)]
[Nothing wrong, don’t throw away the Yanshen that suddenly becomes stale and soft after the game~ Turn it over, wrap it in fresh cream, stuff the eggs inside, carry it to the bed of the goddess of flowers and fuck it repeatedly until both sides are tender red, bite it in one bite, it will be sweet, crispy, soft and tender It’s so juicy that even Wen Rong from the team next door is crying~]
[Shanghai.com.cn reminds you that the Internet is a place outside the law, keep brushing a little more and don’t stop]
[You are really toxic, we are a serious e-sports live broadcast room, okay, the team slogan has become popular, if you don’t do it, you are not Chinese (dog head)
There were all kinds of barrages, and there was a lot of fooling around at first, but soon everyone was called upon to have a collective chuunibyou attack, and the exclusive phrase of the team named "Imperial Sword" was written: Sword Wherever the front points, move forward indomitably.
No one could have imagined that in the crucial TIPC International Invitational Tournament, the teams from mainland China would bring so many surprises, and they would also compete more and more courageously in the FPP mode, firmly ranking first.
In the past, this was almost an impossible fairy tale.
But now what the IS team is telling this romantic city is that the person who shakes up the dynasty has already arrived.
The stadium was steaming like a vast ocean, and DEMON, who was guarding the city, couldn't help but put down the keyboard, gritted his teeth, threw away his teammates, and left his seat amidst the cheers in his native language that made his body ache.
Perhaps all passionate comics must reach their ending—regret, or a new poem.
Unfortunately, for the KOG team, the regrets at this moment are a little more careless. The former demon king DEMON stood on the field and tore into pieces the dreams of many latecomers who challenged him, but now, what he has completed with his own hands is someone else's fairy tale.
No one can be king forever, what is supposed to come will come.
What's more, he failed to prevent his opponent from winning the game. Maybe next year, he won't see that extremely annoying yellow-skinned chick who refuses to admit defeat.
But under the spotlight, he didn't know that through the rows of complicated glances, several people from the IS team noticed his expression and were silent for a few seconds.
***
The rain in Paris has completely stopped.
The night peeled off layer by layer, ushering in a luxury private jet landing, and also ushered in the final carnival of TIPC2018.
When it comes to optimism, European and American audiences are indeed more optimistic than anyone else—even though they cursed and ridiculed several European teams all night long and voted for who should retire early, their faces were still filled with enthusiasm when they arrived at the game.
He was a bit too European, beating his chest and unbuttoning his short coat with the EU logo, and it was surprising that there was a five-star red flag T-shirt underneath - but the people around him were still very happy, and even lined up to take a photo with him.
"I'm really convinced." Yanagisawa looked at the foreign fans who were scheduled to make headlines from a distance and couldn't help but hold his forehead. "Print a copy of the application for joining the party and give it to this big brother as a gift later."
It can be seen that when the suspense of the game is no longer so great, the atmosphere on the last day of the game is no longer tense and suffocating, but calm, calm, tragic, unwilling, and joyful in suffering.
In the front row of the audience, there were many Chinese students - they worked tirelessly to exchange their lives for tickets in the front row today, and they came to see the IS team win the double championship even if they died. Even in domestic forums, their bloody comments were He posted a joke, "Which big brother in France who bought the ticket is willing to exchange it? I will perform for you, and I can also sell myself."
On the other side, because of the close distance, many relatives of KOG and other European teams also came to the scene. Even though they knew that their children had little hope of winning, they did not give up waving small flags to cheer them on.
Of course, the showiest person in the room was the owner of the IS team who arrived in Paris on a private jet. He was wearing a silk shirt and was more showy than the supermodels next to him. His face seemed to have a line of identity engraved on it: I finally finished my thesis. A contemporary graduate student who can wander around.
Finally, his e-sports blueprint has progressed to a deeper level. The financial reports of Langhua TV in the past two months are all wasted money. If the performance of the chicken division can help him negotiate for the exclusive rights to broadcast the next league, he probably won’t mind being more dominant, twice as much. Bonus, free wedding house, wedding car, etc.
Everything is ready to go, and dozens of players are waiting in the aisle to the exciting music, just waiting for glory to shine on the field again.
Only DEMON stood there, giving up intra-team communication with the entire team - even though he had been arrogant for many years, he probably never thought that one day when he was waiting for the game, his instinctive thought was how to lose more honorably. How to lose so that the grandparents in the audience will not be so disappointed.
However, just as he took a deep breath and prepared to step forward, the little sniper behind him who had just defeated him yesterday stopped him.
"The Demon King."
DEMON turned around and looked at him in surprise, showing his contempt again: "...What, do you want to sympathize with me or ridicule me?"
But unexpectedly, the expressions of several IS team members were sincere. What they actually meant was: "Winning or losing is normal. Don't get angry with your teammates and play hard. No matter whether this is our captain's last international competition, we will I want to be fair and compete with you."
He was stunned uncontrollably, and suddenly felt something loosening in his chest.
Perhaps at that moment, he had to admit that, in a sense, he had really lost miserably.
-Although in the end, the guy with the scar on his face just squeezed his nose fiercely at him.
The author has something to say:
My hand speed is really useless[]
There is no specific competition, probably ()
And it won’t be too long until it’s finished~ I’m probably going back to Tiantianmi to collect Ouyue’s money (…), meet the parents or something? ()
Thanks to the little angels who voted for me or gave me the nutrient solution~
Thanks to the little angels who threw [Landmines]: Ling Yu 2;
Thanks to the little angel who irrigates [nutrient solution]:
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Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!