Champion Bishop of the League

Chapter 265 Some scum aroused Qin Ming's anger (ask for a monthly ticket)
Late at night.

Go back to the room.

Xiangguo followed curiously, and circled around him, "What did I tell you?"

"Tomorrow's laning, some tasks."

"Nothing special?" Xiang Guo asked.

"What do you think is special?" Xiaohu asked back.

"I know, that's boring."

Xiangguo understands Xiaohu's temperament, so it must be words of encouragement. He has heard a lot of these words from Cuijiao. Cuijiao always praises him after scolding him. character.

"Hey, Lao Guo."

Xiaohu sat on the bed and called out.

Xiangguo ignored him, and he lay on the bed with big characters, but Xiaohu knew how to let Xiangguo take up the topic.

"What do you think of tomorrow's game?"

Hearing this question, Xiangguo took the bait. Faker is Xiaohu's nightmare. Why is SKT a block in front of Xiangguo, but they still can't push it off or move it away!

Xiangguo stood up abruptly: "Of course I won!"

After teasing him, Xiaohu was inexplicably relieved, "Everyone wants to win, but we have to fight well."

"As long as you don't lose the line, it depends on how I smash the opponent."

The incense pot is still very straightforward.

Although it's all over, whether it was MSI or the World Championship last year, Xiaohu, who was too weak to fight, always made Xiangguo care.

He has wronged Xiaohu.

How could Xiaohu not want to operate.

If he can win, he can let him not eat the lane in the middle lane. It's just one fight after another to tell him that when playing against SKT, being able to stand firm in the middle lane is only the first step.

Falling asleep, maybe thinking about it day by day, Xiaohu found that he had already played against Faker.

He took the Ryze, and the other side took the clockwork, and then he couldn't grab the line, and was aggrieved by the distance of the card skill. When you see through the eyes of the action and give him a matchup advantage, it is difficult to turn over.

This is a demon king who is still in his prime, showing more scenes than being caught to death by gank.

One, two, gradually, the dream lost its image and became more erratic. Xiaohu dreamed that he jumped the tower and killed Faker randomly.

The night was deeper.

Xiaohu, whose dream has been completely out of his mind, has a smile on his lips...

It was the alarm clock that woke Xiaohu up the next day.

He opened his eyes again and fumbled to put on his shoes. Today was the day they were going to fight a powerful enemy.

Another room.

A cup of steaming bitter coffee was placed on the table.

The sun outside the window is just right, it is a good weather.

Qin Ming hummed an out-of-tune tune, and finished his coffee leisurely.

If there is no game today, he really wants to go out for a walk and go for a walk under the shade of the trees.

Time is running out.

Qin Ming drank the rest of the coffee in one gulp, and took the small notebook in his hand.

For him, this is a rare leisure before the game, and there is really no need to be nervous.

After lunch and practicing, Qin Mingcai, coach U and others urged: "Stand up straight, don't look like you're not awake, get in the car, get in the car, go to the venue and wait."

The team members carried their bags and sat in their favorite seats one by one. Qin Ming was the last to get in the car and checked his phone. It was less than [-]:[-], and it was just the right time to start.

In China, the competition between RNG and SKT is naturally full of enthusiasm.

Before the game time, the audience poured in in large numbers, and the barrage of support, cheering, and ridicule mixed in densely slid across the live broadcast room.

Fighting shark platform.

Ruozi sat slumped on a chair with a face full of kidney deficiency, and was still answering some fans' questions with a strange tone, "I definitely support RNG, I just love this Huazi, wait for the game and see how RNG kills SKT. Do you believe it?" Me, just follow me, RNG wins, and there will be more rice.”

"Why invest in SKT to make a small profit, support RNG iron lose pants, brother, do you understand the gold content of coach Beggin, the most restrained coach of SKT must have him, did not watch the game last year?"

"Different teams? Different teams have the same coaches, do you understand? Sigh, I can't explain to you, Xiaogou is better than Crystal in laning, Xiaohu is steady, let me zoom on the road today, this lineup is lore.

As for Huni, he is afraid that someone will fight him, and he will bully him. If you don't fight back, he will fight comfortably. "

Without a light source, relying on the brightness of the computer alone makes Ruozi look quite disheartened, but the words in his mouth are more and more exciting.

As he said, Mi is not very optimistic about RNG. Compared with the record in the Spring Split, whether it is stable or not, in fact, SKT is a little better. Everyone knows that Xiangguo is walking a tightrope, including some LPL coaches and big players. Look at it this way.

In the history of the league, there are bandits fighting the jungle, there is a way of protecting the father, there is a head-to-head avoidance, there are rhythm control resources, and there is a defensive counterattack with radar touching the pants, but there is no jungler who does not care about development.

The strangest thing about him is that the raid rate is high, the economy is not bad, but he can fall behind more than a dozen groups in the mid-term, which makes people feel terrified when they look at it.

While the food dogs talk about supporting RNG, but their wallets are very honest. Ruozi saw this ratio and decisively advocated buying Huazi.

He doesn't know whether others will buy it or not, but he believes in LPL anyway.

With the eyes of these people mixed in, Qin Ming, who had already been waiting for the venue, saw a small group of supporters with RNG and Chinese faces on the passage into the venue.

Director G told him about it yesterday, and Qin Ming also remembered it.

"Jun Ze, come and meet with me."

Anyway, Jun Ze didn't need to play in the meeting, so Qin Ming simply called him out and guided G to the auditorium.

The supporters are also very excited to get close to their favorite players in a foreign country, and they will be even more excited when they know that the head coach is coming.

"Junze, I'm here to support you! Can you sign your name? If possible, can you let the puppy sign too? I'm mainly playing AD!"

"Come on for today's game. You see, I not only brought the support light, I even brought the national flag."

This fan was even more important, putting Qin Ming under a little pressure. He was suddenly glad that he didn't bring Xiaohu and other starting players over. The fans were really enthusiastic, and their desire for victory even affected him a little.

"Qin Jiao, can I... take a photo with you?"

The fans were a little shy, "I belong to the Snakes! Although you have left the team, as long as you don't fight against the Snakes, our Snake fans will support you in this kind of foreign battle!"

"Come on! Smash SKT!"

"We trust you."

They were all young and enthusiastic, and Qin Ming also enjoyed this atmosphere.

What a lovely bunch of people.

But on the other side, some supporters who came from South Korea were extremely upset when they saw this scene.

They were fired up with such joy, a fire that had a tendency to burn through the constant laughter, those unfurled banners of defeating SKT.

"A group of monkeys."

"Chinese people just hate it."

South Korea's anti-China has its genes. After all, there was no American father, and they conquered it early. Before South Korea's development entered the fast lane, they could still laugh at this big country that was dormant and practicing internal strength.

But today, China has become like a soaring dragon on the world stage. In the whole of Asia, the spotlight has been moved away from Japan and South Korea, and because of competition, the share of Korean products and Korean wave blockbusters has disappeared, and media reports have gone to China. The kind of complacency that made money turned into slandering China——

They never reflect on themselves. In the game of great powers, they have to be prepared to be sanctioned if they are pawns. Instead, they are like an unfamiliar dog, barking and hoping that China will lose a bone.Fewer bones breed more evil thoughts.

There was some noise nearby, but Qin Ming didn't pay attention to it.

Suddenly, a few words came out of the laughing voice, not only Qin Ming heard it, but even the supportive fans turned their heads and glared.

Those few miscellaneous, provocatively muttered:

"China! Rubbish! Chinese! Monkey! Slightly slightly! Go home (Korean)!"

Qin Ming's heart tightened suddenly and almost stopped beating.

He could pretend that he couldn’t hear some words just now, but such words——

They raised their middle fingers, opened their mouths, and showed sharp teeth...

Like a herd of beasts.

The supporters were so angry that the blue veins popped up. The man with the national flag said: "Yesterday they were also mocking. They even showed the national flag when they won. I also brought it today. Qin Jiao, promise me that you will win."

The yellow-skinned people were supposed to be on the same side.

Qin Ming never discriminated against those South Korean players. Some players are really good. China is a big country, and it needs to be a big country. A country needs to welcome all kinds of talents, but it can't accept foreign garbage.

Qin Ming is very angry. He has never been so angry. Even if SKT is his opponent, he does not hate SKT. Can't beat those scumbags in Korea, even...

He has plenty of intellectual facts to back it up.

Qin Ming took a deep breath, and the fans also saw his strangeness, and comforted him in turn: "These people just like to talk cool, and they don't dare to make trouble."

"I know."

Qin Ming pulled out a smile with difficulty, and dragged the angry Jun Ze back to the preparation lounge.

Xiaohu and the others suddenly discovered that the aura exuded by their bishop was not right. He was still in a cheerful and relaxed state when he went out, but he was silent when he came back.

The silent Qin Ming punched the tactical board with the map of the canyon, making a bang.

The bracket of the tactical board was designed, but I didn't expect to be hit with a fist and fall decisively to the ground.

"Qin Jiao?"

U and the team members were taken aback.

"fine."

Qin Ming straightened his sleeves and re-fastened his tie: "I'm fine."

He repeated it, and issued a new instruction to the team members who were disturbed by all this: "The plan for last night is cancelled, this, one, game."

Qin Ming took a deep breath, "Take out our most mature set, and show the trash in the auditorium, what is LPL!

Let's defeat their home team first!
Tiger! "

He stared at him, gritted his teeth, and squeezed out his voice, "Your supporters were humiliated at the scene. I will inform you now, must! Must! Give! Me! Win! Line!" Qin Ming said in one word Emphasis on one word: "Don't care who's on the other side."

Xiaohu has never seen Qin Jiao in such a state. Furious and calm, reason and publicity blend together. His eyes are fierce. Xiaohu subconsciously avoids his eyes and nods like pecking rice.

"very good."

Qin Ming pointed to his eyes, indicating that he was watching.

　Thank you book friends for giving me 100 coins as a reward, thank you boss.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)