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Chapter 922 He Doesn't Know That Means He's Stupid

In this match, the Japanese team finally won. Xia Qianhan won the triple kill by himself in the last wave of team battles, and the audience at the scene almost went crazy.

Xia Qianhan is also worthy of being a group favorite. After the game, all his teammates jumped on him. The French team who came over to shake hands could only look at the group of strong men who hugged each other at a loss.

French team: Then I go?
Later, the US team played against Australia. The US team was as strong as ever, and the US team directly accounted for half of the online votes for the championship.

"No, I'm a little scared, look at that little leopard, ouch, this really hurts..." Qi Ye grinned as he watched the US team's game.

It just so happened that Luo Xia just came back at this time, glanced at Qi Ye, and asked, "Little Leopard? Who did you nickname?"

"That captain, how many years has he been playing? It stands to reason that his professional lifespan should be up. If he doesn't retire, why is he still so fierce?" Qi Ye stared at the scene of Ci Yijing's murder, with deep empathy. Feeling, as if he was being violently beaten by him right now.

Yu Fei sighed deeply at the side, his eyes full of envy: "Do you know what is said about him on the Internet? One world championship and one new one, Ci Yijing is at his peak every year."

Hearing this, Luo Xia leaned on the table next to him, and looked at the big screen in the lounge. Ci Yijing is also the top assassin in the league, and he has almost a complete victory record in the World Championships. Known as the God of Defeat, Xia Qianhan and his fellow assassins have been trying to compare Ci Yijing from the world's assassin list all year round, but to no avail.

The reason is that Ci Yijing has never been rotated, and has won every game. Naturally, the points in the league are the highest among everyone.

Luo Xia couldn't help but recall the final one-on-one showdown between her and Ci Yijing in the exhibition match yesterday. She was already afraid that the opponent hadn't used his skills yet. The existence of fear, from beginning to end, has never been an exception.

As expected, the US team won in the end, and there seemed to be no suspense at all.

The others seemed to have been used to Ci Yijing's difference in ability for a long time, and they didn't take it too seriously. Qi Ye crossed his legs and patted Yu Fei's shoulder next to him: "Get ready to go, you guys will play the Korean team next game. Lao Jiang replaced me, don't be afraid without me."

Yu Fei stood up and rubbed his hands calmly: "I'm afraid, sir, I'll teach the other side to be a man every minute."

At this time, Luo Xia came over, took the list sent in the group on the mobile phone, and handed it to Yu Fei, "Brother Fei, your goddess is hitting us."

Hearing this, Yu Fei glanced at Luo Xia's mobile phone screen. The list was all countries and names with ID photos of the players. Cui Zhenyu's face, which could be the face of the women's team, was in the second place of the South Korean team. .

Seeing Yu Fei's gradually obsessed eyes, Luo Xia stretched out his hand and tapped the back of Yu Fei's head: "Wake up the young man, I'm just showing you to motivate you, so that you don't become a nympho."

Hearing this, Yu Fei gave a "cough" and looked away guiltily.

Luo Xia took back his phone, put his hands in the pockets of his team uniform jacket by the way, and then curled his lower lip, "Brother Fei, before the game, Sister Zhenyu sent me a private message on Weibo to make an appointment for dinner after the game. If I win this game, I can consider bringing more people tonight."

Saying that, Luo Xia pretended to be casual, and turned to leave.

But Yu Fei quickly opened his eyes wide, hurried forward a few steps, and grabbed Luo Xia's shoulder: "Hey brother Xia, ah no, Captain Xia, in fact, I am quite good at this game." Have confidence, this is the finals, I will definitely take it seriously with 100% of my strength, don't worry..."

Luo Xia listened to Yu Fei giving her a military order, and walked out of the waiting room, with a satisfied smile on the corner of his mouth, "Okay, then I can rest assured, the Korean team has many fighters, and the lineup is too hard, I am a crispy skin and may fight Don’t move, this round is up to you.”

Hearing the sound, Yu Fei let go of Luo Xia, went directly to the back and rubbed Luo Xia's shoulders, with a pious expression on his face: "No problem, what Captain Xia said is what."

In this game, the Chinese team played Luo Xia, Wen Xun, Jiang Nan, Yu Fei, Ivy Teng, Wei Fanxi, and Lin Musen. Compared with the previous game, Gu Cen was replaced by Jiang Nan, Qi Ye was replaced by Yu Fei, and the others The respectively increased output and lineup functionality.

The Korean team’s roster is captain Moon Joong-hyun, as well as Cui Jinyu, Kim Min-kwon, Kang Yee-min, Lee Hyo-nam, Do Ji-man, and Ahn Soo-yeon. When analyzing the lineup, Jiang Lang specifically said that the Korean team’s lineup and style of play are really different from all of them. Teams are different.

The South Korean team actually has three fighters and two warriors, and the rest are two support tanks.

This is just like what Luo Xia said just now, it is really difficult for them to play against the Korean team, but Jiang Lang still insisted on their original lineup, and even added an Ivy League core.

The reason is that if the Chinese team is replaced with the same group of strong men, then fighting with the South Korean team will be completely hand-to-hand combat.

During the preparations on the field, Jiang Lang was still telling the heads of the group of people sitting: "Just play according to the usual system, no matter how many of them are reckless on you, just withdraw, operate, find an opportunity after the operation is over, and then start a team , Listen to Xiaoxia’s words, listen to Xiaoxia’s instructions, don’t cut people casually, if you can’t run away, look at your field of vision, if there are few people, open and sell if there are many people, if there are special circumstances, ask Wen Xun, do you understand?”

Everyone else was nodding. Little Luo Xia put on the headset and began to raise his hand to ask questions: "Report to the teacher, what if Wen Xun doesn't know what to do?"

Hearing this, Jiang Lang hesitated for a second, and replied: "If he doesn't know what to do, he is stupid, just sell him and beat him."

Soon, the game entered the loading screen, and the coaches of both teams stepped off the stage.

Luo Xia took a sip of water, and habitually glanced at the opponent's seat, "I have to say, these Korean fresh meats are pretty good-looking."

Wen Xun was also drinking water, twisted the water and put it back to the side, followed Luo Xia's gaze, and seemed to ask indifferently: "Which one looks better?"

Luo Xia didn't go to see Wen Xun, and pointed to him directly: "That's the one, the fourth one, who seems to be called Jiang Limin? He's a sword demon."

Wen Xun raised his eyebrows, glanced at the man, and then looked away.

Soon, the loading of the game was over, and the light on the commentary desk was turned on. The second game of the Chinese team and the first game of the Korean team officially started.

(End of this chapter)