e-sports wife in arms

Chapter 17 Don't call for help when you are knocked out by the opponent
Countless media rushed in like a tide.

The cameras and microphones are all pointing at the PR people coming out of the nanny car.

"Does Team Lin have the determination to succeed in this relegation match?!"

"A fan rumored that they saw you at XX Hospital. Is it because you were unwell or because you lost the competition?!"

"According to insiders, the PR club will sign a strong substitute player, can you disclose a little bit?!"

"What does Team Lin think about this defeat and entering the loser's bracket?! How will you plan in the future?!"

……

These reporters are extremely sharp in one sentence, poking wherever there is an injury.

The five players seemed to be used to this kind of occasion, and they didn't speak since they got off the car, and they were escorted into the backstage of the game by team members and staff.

As soon as he entered the backstage of the contestants, Yu Xingchen took off his coat and hat, and let out a hot breath.

Although it is spring in early March, the temperature in a place like Shanghai is still only around ten degrees.

Yu Xingchen's hair was messed up by her scratching, and he just put on a hat again, and his current appearance is almost the same as Su Qier's, only his face can bear it.

Seeing this, the old lady Ji Mao hurriedly asked the staff member for a comb and handed it over.

In fact, Ji Mao is not very old, only 29, and he can be regarded as a decent and handsome old man.

But these Internet addicted teenagers he faces will only be younger than him.

For example, the most worrying daughter of the whole people is only 19 years old this year.

Ji Mao had only been in PR for a few years before somehow becoming a part-time nanny for the team. Apart from not having to cook, he took care of everything from training room hygiene to investment and sponsorship.

Yu Xingchen sat on the stool and combed it with a comb, regardless of whether the hairstyle is still there, as long as it is not messy.

The PR coach Xia Tian who had already arrived at the scene for a long time came over, and immediately asked Lin Yuanjin's situation in a low voice.

Xia Tian: "How is the state?"

Lin Yuanjin turned his head slightly: "Yes."

Xia Tian casually took a stool and sat in front of them, holding the recording board in one hand and holding a pen in the other, "Today we are facing HG, a BO7 competition system, this team was promoted from KOC, generally speaking, their strength is average, If there are no accidents, the BO7 format should be fine."

Zhonglu Gaoli put his arms around his Shangdan Lubai with a hippie smile on his face: "It's safe, it's safe."

Even though he said this, his tone was still stern with a smile, "Last time, those thieves at CVG didn't know where to find out about Team Lin's injury. Won a game, grandma's, play dirty."

Lu Bai: "Let them wait in the finals, and wait for Lao Tzu to fly up and blow their heads."

In general, success in the relegation match is called ascension, and failure to fall into the qualifiers is called failure.

Lin Yuanjin, the only serious one on the side, lowered his head to look at the opponent's information, and didn't raise his head when he heard the words, and said in a calm tone: "When you are on the line, you are knocked out by the opponent and don't call for help."

Lu Bai: "..."

Gao Li: "..."

Is it really okay to poke the players' spines in person, Captain?

The assistant was in a bad mood and was not in good spirits. When she heard someone calling her, she slowly pulled her consciousness out of her drowsiness, and half-closed her eyes: "Huh?"

The shooter Qiao Yinan who just came back from the toilet heard this, and pushed Yu Xingchen's head back into the soft sofa.

　BO7: 7 rounds of 4 wins, that is to say, the two teams compete, whoever wins 4 points first will be the winner

　　
　
(End of this chapter)