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Chapter 287 Jiang Lang's Toxic Milk Has Worked, Yu Fei Fell Into The Toilet
When Luo Xia saw this positioning file, he was a little dazed. Coupled with the extreme sleepiness of not sleeping in the middle of the night, Luo Xia stared at the GPS file for a long time before stretching out his slender fingers to open it slowly.

When it was just opened, it displayed a map of Beijing and Tianjin that Luo Xia was familiar with, and then according to the small red mark on the positioning point, Luo Xia slowly enlarged the map of Beijing and Tianjin.

Finally, the position shown by the red mark is exactly the position of a junction between Jindu and the capital city, and there is a special cutting head pointing mark on the picture, which can indicate that this anchor point is in motion.

So... Wen Xun is on his way to the capital right now.

Seeing this, Luo Xia squinted his eyes slightly, and his reaction power dropped a lot when he was sleepy.

So that after three seconds, Luo Xia suddenly reacted, and his eyes widened instantly.

God is going to the capital now?What about tomorrow's game?
So...Jiang Nan said just now that one hits seven...

Luo Xia's pupils trembled slightly, and she almost choked on her own saliva, and then her face in the darkness turned incredulous.

Tang Xiaobing couldn't play, Wei Fanxi couldn't play, Ji Zheye couldn't play, Wen Xun was gone.

Among the remaining few, Lin Musen and Shutang are support, Yu Biao is mostly in control, and Yu Fei is injured, the output of these two people is not high.

The shooter was originally supposed to be the C position of the team with a high output, but Jiang Nanxiu is Shadow Stream, basically a half-assassin, because it is an assault attribute, so it does not have the blood-sucking level of an ordinary shooter, and can only catch orders and play Sniper in the dark, completely crispy one.

So... there is only one Rorschach left who can go up and drive people, and output positively.

One hit seven?What about trouble?
The more he thought about it, Rorschach's face twitched, the more he felt that he had fallen into a particularly deep pit.

But...whether it's a one-to-seven or not, all Luo Xia can think of right now is...

She doesn't sleep now!I won't even be able to play tomorrow!
Thinking about it, Rorschach shook his head, cleared all the thoughts in his mind, then threw the phone aside, and fell straight back on the bed, closed his eyes tightly, and began to sleep.

A noisy and complicated day passed like this.

The next day, the finals of the MW league online game "The Lost City" in the northern part of the Chinese Division came as usual.

The game was at ten o'clock in the morning, and most of them slept until around eight o'clock, ensuring a relatively sufficient sleep to meet the game.

Since last night was completely sleepwalking, Jiang Lang only realized what happened at this moment when he opened his eyes this morning.

Tang Xiaobing had a car accident, Wei Fanxi had a stomach problem, Wen Xun disappeared...

Jiang Lang, who realized that the situation was wrong, had a confused expression on his face.

What did he do?Is he a human heartbreaker?so poisonous?

Thinking about it, Jiang Lang stretched out his hand and gave himself two slaps, all slaps on the mouth.

But because these things are all too sudden, they have completely exceeded the regulations of the MW League: if there are special circumstances, please make internal adjustments to the league officials three hours before the start of the game, otherwise it will be automatically deemed invalid.

That is to say, at this very moment, RY79 is determined to fight the final with ICU at ten o'clock.

But fortunately, God was not too cruel to Jiang Lang. This time, because it was the final of the qualifiers, the competition system was slightly changed.

The one-on-one and 3v3 modes have been removed, and the seven-player classic match will be played directly, with three wins in five rounds, and the winner will be the northern champion of the northern qualifiers and directly advance to the national semi-finals.

Although it is a best-of-five rounds system, players can be repeated, so there is no possibility that RY79 will not have enough players to play today under the previous competition system.

Um?But why doesn't that sound right?
All Sevens Classic?
At this moment, everyone from RY79 has arrived at the final site of the MW League Northern Qualifier in Jindu Sports Center, and is now waiting for the game to start in the lounge.

Jiang Lang stared wide-eyed, looked at the group of people wearing silver uniforms and blue stripes in front of him, raised his finger and nodded.

Luo Xia, Jiang Nan, Yu Biao, Lin Musen, Wei Fanxi...

One, two, three, four, five...

That's not enough for seven...

Oh no, didn't there be six left yesterday?
Thinking of this, Jiang Lang's eyes suddenly paused, and then he suddenly remembered something.

Speaking of which, he seems to have poisoned four people with a sip of poisonous milk...

The first was Tang Xiaobing's car accident, the second was Wei Fanxi's stomach ailment, the third was Wen Xun who disappeared from the world, and the fourth...

When the thoughts reached here, Jiang Lang's eyes widened, and his expression lost his composure in an instant.

Yu Fei fell into the toilet!

Thinking about it, Jiang Lang widened his eyes, and quickly ran to the only five people left, looked at them anxiously, and shouted: "Where did Yu Fei go!"

The five people were still looking at their mobile phones, waiting for the start of the game. At this moment, when Jiang Lang yelled at them, the five of them immediately raised their heads in unison, looking at Jiang Lang inexplicably.

Yu Biao took the lead in responding to Jiang Lang, with a very lazy tone: "My nephew was in a hurry to urinate just now and said he was going to squat in the toilet for a while. The first game started at 10:30, and it's only 10:[-] now, and he's still [-]:[-]. I went there a few minutes ago, don't worry, I can come back."

Yu Biao was quite relaxed about this, so he just responded and then looked down at his phone again.

However, after he answered these words, Jiang Lang felt as if he had been set on fire.

"Damn! He really went to the toilet!"

Jiang Lang's voice was so loud that even the young lady makeup artist next to him who was doing touch-ups on Lin Musen and Shu Tang couldn't help but glance at Jiang Lang with a strange expression, as if she was looking at a psychopath.

And Luo Xia, who had been expressionless all this time, silently took off an earphone listening to the song, raised his eyebrows slightly at Jiang Lang, "What's wrong, Lao Jiang?"

Unexpectedly, Jiang Lang seemed to be crazy at this moment, his whole body was unsteady and he took two steps back, covering his heart with one hand, and subconsciously supported the table next to him with the other hand.

"Let me take it easy, let me take it easy..." Jiang Lang's face turned pale, cold sweat started to break out, and he took a few deep breaths, obviously a little unbelievable.

What the hell is he?Prophet reincarnation?Then when I said last time that I could win 500 million, why the hell didn't you succeed?

And at this very moment, in the toilet of the Jindu Sports Center, the child Yu Fei who was cursed by fate is about to face Jiang Lang's favor.

Yu Fei squatted for 10 minutes to go to the toilet, finally sat on the toilet and thought about life, and at this moment planned to wipe his butt and get up.

Yu Fei is a person who checks in public toilets all the year round, so there are a few packs of toilet paper in the pockets of all the clothes he usually wears.

But at this moment, Yu Fei stretched his fat hand into the pocket of his clothes, but suddenly froze.

Because only the clothes I don’t wear often today are the team uniforms that I wear during games.

and so……

Yu Fei looked at the empty pockets of his clothes, his small eyes were filled with confusion about the world.

(End of this chapter)