The e-sports god takes it home

Chapter 910 What are you looking at?

The Zero mobile phone on the other side of the network cable was scared away, this, this, this... is this a god of death?Was hacked?He he he is teasing me?
When he picked up the phone with a blushing face, he saw that the other party had withdrawn a message.

[Dihua Zhixiu, Ten Kills: What?Are you not afraid of me? 】

Zero patted his heart and silently breathed a sigh of relief.

[Dihua Zhixiu, Zero: No, mainly because I don’t want to go to the top road to fight gank=_=]

Ten Kill: "..." Well, I understand, I'm just a line-defending machine with no emotions.

As a result, Ten Veteran Cadre Kill failed to control his emotions again, and ended the conversation with a simple and neat word 'scroll'.

Then he looked at the few extra messages that came out of nowhere, and fell into deep thought...

What did he just say?He's an idiot when he comes back...

Maybe it's because I've been with the idiot for a long time, he's almost assimilated.

He is an idiot.

From the moment Zero sent him QAQ, he should just let him go!
On the other side, Zero looked at the chat records between him and Shi Sha Man Screen, and also concluded a truth.

As long as he is shameless, there is no bottom line for killing God!
He said to let him go, but his hand sent the message faster than anyone else.

He seems to have gotten the correct way to use Shashen invisibly...

After a week or so of fierce competition, the preliminaries of the Glory of Kings World Invitational Tournament in Mainland China have come to a successful conclusion. The final three teams are: Diamond Team, Dihua Zhixiu Team, and QAQ Team.

Coupled with the Win team that was directly recommended to the World Championship, these four teams will represent the mainland China division and compete with four teams from overseas divisions.

The rules of the World Championship are that the eight teams will first be divided into two groups, A and B, and they will have a double round-robin points match (BO1) within the group, and the top two teams in each group will advance to the next round of semi-finals.

The semi-finals adopt a single-elimination elimination system, (BO7 means seven rounds and four wins), the first place in each group will face No.2, and the winner will directly enter the finals to compete for the championship.

Compared with the KPL regular season, the rules of the World Championship are more stringent, and changes in the competition system mean that each team's style of play, style, and strategy must also be adjusted.

In the group round robin, the winner is determined in one round, there is no room for turning around, and the competition is to win by surprise.

The same goes for the single-elimination elimination system in the semi-finals. Either you will continue to win, or you will lose and be eliminated. There is no chance of resurrection, and the game is just exciting.

The change of the competition system has invisibly increased the pressure on the coaches and players of the major teams, but fortunately, the main arena is still in Jincheng, and the players can avoid the pain of running around.

On the afternoon of January 1th, Bu Yao and the others were finally liberated from the day and night training, and they were driven into the car by He Xiaopang like herding sheep every day, and they were dragged to the e-sports center to participate in the opening ceremony of the Glory of Kings World Invitational Tournament.

They have walked the road from the base to the e-sports center [-] times. Everyone finds it novel, and one by one they get in the car and start to sleep.

It wasn't until the opening ceremony that they were really dumbfounded. The World Championship is the World Championship, and the battles at the opening ceremony are much more grand than KPL's.

The moment the lights came on, the entire venue was filled with majestic game classic background sounds. The organizer directly invited a [-]-member symphony ensemble who had toured the world's major e-sports stages to perform live!
In this majestic symphony, the heroes in the Canyon of Kings appeared on the stage in the form of AR one by one, Guan Yu, who was in the midst of thousands of troops, Zhuge Liang, who was planning to win thousands of miles, and the flagon sword hanging from his waist The shadowy Li Bai, Han Xin who is as light as a swallow holding a spear...

The music stopped abruptly, and all the heroes returned.

A golden phoenix cup rose slowly from the center of the stage, waiting for the arrival of the final winner.

Eight teams from each competition area took turns on the stage and went through a cutscene, and the eight battle flags were raised at the same time.

After the performance of the opening ceremony, the captains of each team took turns to draw lots, and the result of the lottery was the grouping of the double round-robin competition in the first round.

Lu Yan and Zhou Ziming don't know where the fate came from. They have been in love and killed each other for so many years and it's not enough. The two of them got into Group A with a random draw, and they were destined again. A battle team, either you die or I die.

When the two showed the results of the lottery at the same time, the faces of the coaches of both sides were numb.

Exploding the gas tank, I couldn't hold back on the spot and let out a mouthful of fragrance: "My day, if it wasn't for Lao Zhou being so dark, I would have suspected that the two of them were having an affair. How can they sing a song? Ten years of cultivation After spending a hundred years on the same boat and sleeping together, the two of them must have slept together [-] times to be so sticky, right?"

Bu Yao silently hooked a strand of hair and shook it in front of his eyes, "Do you see it clearly? It's black."

Explosion: "You know what a fart, you are so green to deep and naturally black!"

Bu Yao: "..." I was speechless.

As soon as Bang Li was about to continue cursing, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a young man from the team next to him who kept looking at him from the corner of his eyes. His blushing little face, hesitant to speak, looked very much like love.

The moment he exploded, he sat up straight and stopped scolding. After arranging his clothes pretending to be elegant, he also started to look back at the little brother pretending to be casual.

Sitting next to them was the RMB team from the overseas competition area. The young man had a standard Caucasian appearance, with fair skin, a straight nose, and blond hair and blue eyes.

For a moment, there seemed to be a crack in his heart that had been petrified for more than [-] years, which made him a little delirious, and his mind was full of: What the hell?He won't be looking at me, is he?
Blast was used to being rough with a group of old men, and never knew what it means to be reserved and tactful, so he immediately stared back at others in a daze.

And that little white guy was not to be outdone, every time he looked over fiercely, he would look over again with a face full of shyness, and he would change seats with his teammates once. burst side.

Explosion panicked the whole person, what the fuck is he going to do to me?Is this the legendary strike-up?Think about it, what's the matter with being a little excited?
Just when he was in a daze, the little Caucasian brother had already stretched out his hand to poke him, then turned his head nervously, and blurted out: "What are you looking at?"

After I finished speaking, I felt stupid for speaking Northeast dialect with friends from overseas.

After the idiot was done, he still felt a little regretful. Why didn't he study for a few more days at the beginning, which made him ashamed to say even the most basic greeting.

Just as Bang Li was about to poke Bu Yao for help, he saw the white guy smile shyly, and blurted out a scumbag Northeast dialect: "What are you doing?"

Not only did he imitate the authentic northeastern taste to ten percent, but he also brought his own love filter, and the same voice processed by the sound card made the explosion stunned.

Damn, the same dialect, why is it less rustic and a little more cute when he speaks it?

After being stunned for two seconds, he realized again, no, why can he speak such authentic Northeast dialect with a crooked nut?

The whole world is speaking Chinese, and what we speak is becoming more and more international?
After a few blind analyzes that were neither rigorous nor meticulous, Burst felt that he might understand this sentence.

So he raised his eyebrows, and continued to test ferociously: "Try another look?"

The Caucasian boy was obviously taken aback by him, he leaned back reflexively, and said with a stiff neck, "Try, try, just try, what's the matter with just looking at you?"

Because of his cowardice, he stuttered a bit.

Explosion: "..." The little bastard is quite cute!

Listening to his authentic accent, the more he looked at him, the more he felt friendly and pleasing to the eye. He patted him on the shoulder and smiled kindly: "Northeast dialect is okay, let me hear a few more sentences?"

The Caucasian guy looked at him like he was looking crazy, blushed and continued to BB: "Why did I just stare? Don't you agree with us making gestures? I advise you to stay away from me and stay where you are cool. Otherwise, I will cut you down, believe it..."

Because of his fast speaking speed and his foreign-looking appearance, those who didn't know thought he was talking about rap.

Explosion·Almighty Artist·Crack: "..." Enough, I have met my opponent!
"Brother, your head is strong enough." He chuckled twice, stretched out his hand and put his arms around his shoulders, as if he was about to drag him to the bathroom for a date, "Let's find a place to chat for a while knock?"

The Caucasian boy paralyzed his body and was completely scared, thinking: This is what sand sculpture netizens often say, why don't you leave after school?
No, he hasn't talked to his idol yet, he can't just leave with this strange person!

He came to see his idol, not to be beaten!

Thinking of this, the Caucasian boy wittily waved his claw machine, pursed his lips and smiled shyly: "Well... chatting on WeChat, do you think it's okay?"

In an instant, the corners of the bursting lips began to rise wildly and frankly, and he thought to himself: Little boy, you really fell in love with me, no wonder you blushed and looked here for a long time, so you want WeChat?
The villain who burst his heart suddenly split into two, and started to quarrel wildly.

Zheng Fang: As a straight man of steel, can he casually give out his WeChat account to others?What's more, the other party is likely to be gay!

Negative: It’s just a WeChat account, and it doesn’t mean that if you give it, it will immediately bend. This guy has been soloing for more than [-] years. If you don’t try it, how will you know if it’s straight or curved?What he rejected was not other people's WeChat invitations, but the love that came to knock on the door!
Zhengfang: Love is a fart, of course a real man must be like steel, he would rather bend than bend!

Opposition: Just bend for love, whoever wants to be a straight man of steel!

Blast was convinced, in order not to let himself die alone, he thought he could try to bend down...

So he smiled charmingly, and shook his mobile phone: "I think it's okay, do you scan me or I scan you?"

Before the white guy could answer, he already took the initiative to click on the scan, "Forget it, let me scan you."

In case it's really good, you can scan the QR code in the future to discuss attack and accept.

Some people have been single for a long time, and listening to Northeast dialect seems to have met love.

Seeing that he clicked to scan it, the white guy could only smile wryly and click on his own QR code and let him scan it resignedly.

This Caucasian guy not only speaks authentic Northeast dialect, but also keeps up with the Internet trend with his WeChat ID, called Freestyle.

Blast subconsciously glanced at the player ID on his chest, also called Freestyle...

Explosion: "..." I suspect that you are a fake nut, but I have no proof.

Freestyle saw the doubts on his face, and explained with a smile: "I'm from the RMB team next door. I named it Freestyle because I really like watching your ghosts and animals at station D."

Explosion: "..." This fake crooked nut knows too much!Don't let him go so easily!
Just as Bang Li was about to have a good chat with him, he felt the urge to urinate. After saying hello, he left the table and went to the bathroom whistling.

As soon as he left, Freestyle heaved a sigh of relief, and silently moved to the side again, occupying the seat that exploded.

Bu Yao was eavesdropping on the whole process of Explosion·Maternity Solo·Crack's turn with a smile on her face, but when she turned her head again, she saw that Explosion had disappeared, and Explosion's imaginary boyfriend was sitting next to her instead.

Bu Yao: "..." This is... want to open up contacts and find assists for yourself while the explosion is not here?
She silently put away her aunt's smile, blinked her eyes and looked at him with some confusion.

Freestyle also looked at her, propped his elbows on the back of the seat, and greeted her with a smile: "Hello, are you a big black girl? I'm your fan, can I add a WeChat?"

Bu Yao: "..." Oh, this smell of scum coming to my face, oh, this familiar way of striking up a conversation, oh...

She 'oh' didn't come out, because she felt that Captain Lu seemed to be looking this way, if she got off the stage later and saw her sitting with the little brothers from other divisions and having a good conversation ...

That's not what cosplay can solve, that may require SM...

Thinking of this, Bu Yao panicked, and if she could, she even wanted to point to her ear with a blank face and say to him: What did you say?I do not understand English……

But this Freestyle player, he just spouted a mouthful of authentic Northeast dialect...

Bu Yao looked desperate: Is it too late for me to say that I am deaf?

Seeing that she didn't respond for a long time, Freestyle tilted his head and shouted again: "Big black girl?"

Bu Yao blinked her eyes blankly, spread her hands helplessly and said, "What did you say? Sorry, I don't understand Northeast dialect."

This is her last stubbornness...

The moment the words came out, she saw that Freestyle froze, looking at her as if looking at a psychopath.

In fact, in the eyes of Freestyle, the members of this team seem to be not too smart...

He hooked his lips, smiled helplessly, and his deep voice was quite doting, and praised straightforwardly in standard Mandarin: "You are so cute."

Bu Yao: "..." I lost, I lost completely...

How can a fake crooked nut who can reproduce the scumbag taste of Northeast dialect not be able to speak Mandarin?

If she can't be fooled, then she can only see the tricks.

Bu Yao smiled, nodded politely, "Thank you, you are cute too."

When Freestyle was praised by her, stars immediately appeared in his eyes, "Then can I ask you something again?"

(End of this chapter)