The e-sports god has fallen again

Chapter 164 I Dreamed of You

Seeing that Lang Qiao was one head and two big, he wished he could take Ji Shaoyi home immediately, and let Ms. Yi open her eyes and take a good look. Tie Hanhan like him who can't even figure out the problem of chickens and rabbits in the same cage, there is something wrong with him. What kind of IQ came to lie to her?

Maybe one day she sold him, and he counted the money for her.

Forget it, his IQ may not even be able to count money.

And it was Captain Ji, who couldn't even count the money, who led them to go through two weeks of devil-style training without sleep or food.

On the day of the city competition, the sky was gray, and the dense dark clouds seemed to accumulate a torrential rain, which might pour down at any time.

After seeing the disappointed eyes of the defeated contestants in the auditions, after being beaten by Cheng Gong who disliked his integrity, and after two weeks of devil-style training, they have long since lost the playfulness they had at the beginning. The mentality of just playing has gradually become utilitarian.

From the moment they stand out in the audition, what they represent is no longer themselves.

Now that they got on the starting train, their only goal is to win.

Bad weather always makes people feel bad. As soon as Lang Qiao got in the car, he wrapped up his down jacket tightly, wearing earphones to silently watch the problems he had summed up these days.

Gu Congxin is obviously the kind of salty fish who would rather fail the exam than to be too lazy to sit on the seat before the exam. She slumped on the seat with her little hands in her mouth, and her mind was full of thinking about finishing the exam early and being liberated.

Her real level is like that, no matter how good her theoretical knowledge is, she will forget it when she is nervous on the field.If you have the time to sum up experience, it is better to catch up on sleep for a while.

Without her chirping and active atmosphere, the temperature in the car seemed to be a little lower. Tian Luo shivered from the cold, and played "Good Luck" for them with trembling fingers.

Since the big victory in the last game, this song has proudly become their team's battle anthem, which must be played every morning before training.

I don't know if it will bring them good luck, but anyway, the refreshing effect is top-notch.

As soon as the sound of beating gongs and drums came out, Ji Shaoyi, who was leaning on Lang Qiao's shoulder and drowsy, trembled in fright. He gave him a blank look and said, "What is it playing? Turn it off!"

He had just dreamed that he was going to be dragged to a small corner by his husband, and the song "Good Luck Comes" woke him up straight away.

Not to mention Jiang Jiang Niang Niang, he was too busy training during this time, so he couldn't even hold Lang Jun's little hand.

Confession or something is clueless.

The more Ji Shaoyi thought about it, the more he felt overwhelmed. He pretentiously leaned on Lang Qiao, and with a light flick of his slender fingers, one earphone of Lang Qiao slipped off.

Lang Qiao finally raised his head from his notes, looked at him like a fool, and said, "Do you have anything to do?"

"It's nothing serious." Ji Shao put his chin on her shoulder, and opened his mouth with a routine: "I just want to tell you that I dreamed of you just now."

As long as Lang Qiao dared to ask him why, he would dare to answer: think about it every day, dream about it at night.

Then when his husband was blushing and didn't dare to look at him, he whispered in her ear: I've been looking forward to this for so long, when do you plan to marry me?
He had hinted so clearly that he couldn't believe that Lang Qiao could remain unmoved!
What he didn't expect was that Lang Qiao said with an 'oh' indifferently: "I dreamed that the two of us were beaten up in the game?"

Ji Shaoyi: "..." Open your mouth to play games, shut your mouth to play games, forget about your fucking life with the game!

When he reached the point of his mouth, he suddenly froze, and after he stopped talking for a long time, he silently helped her put on the earphone again.

Sorry to bother you, a straight girl of steel doesn't deserve to have a confession.

On the other side, Gu Congxin, who closed his eyes and rested his mind, was also agitated by Tian Luo's daily battle song, and complained speechlessly: "Can we change to a higher-end song?"

Tian Luo responded to her request and cut a piece of pure music for her on the spot.

As soon as the soothing piano music came out, Gu Congxin nodded in satisfaction, and asked him with a look of affectation: "What is this song?"

Tian Luo: "Piano pure music version of "You Became Someone's Little Three"."

Gu Congxin: "..."

When they arrived at the stadium where the city competition was held, many teams had already arrived.

Among the teams that stand out from the remaining 24 competition points, there are newcomers who are unknown like them, and there are also some old drivers who have been involved in various competitions all year round and rely on bonuses for a living.

Some people are even game anchors themselves, and they also bring their own fans.

Therefore, although the venue for this competition is not large, it has gradually approached the professional league in form.

There are player seats, fan seats, and even an LED screen in the center of the stage, with two decent commentators sitting in front of the screen.

When a hundred contestants filed out along the aisle, many fans shouted very sincerely.

Hearing this, Gu Congxin was so envious that he sat down in his seat and asked Lang Qiao in a muttering voice: "How can we still play a small [-]-line competition like ours that doesn't even deserve to have an online live broadcast?" Have fans?"

She even wondered if those fans were group performers who were specially pulled from under the flyover by the competition party because they were afraid of being left out. Fifty times a day, lunch was served at noon. Those who yelled more sincerely could consider long-term cooperation.

Before Lang Qiao could speak, Ji Shaoyi answered for her: "Why can't there be? If you perform well, maybe there are people who turn fans to us before finishing the five games."

These words made Gu Congxin's blood boil, and he decided on the spot: "Okay! Then I'll pick up a few more gasoline cans today!"

Lang Qiao rolled his eyes angrily: "You'd better pick up a gun, thank you."

"It's okay to pick up more medicine and bullets for us instead of picking up guns." Tian Luo said: "Isn't it good to be a Doraemon brand mobile four-level pack that you want? Why do you always want to give it to the enemy? cremation?"

"And if we're not careful, we'll be buried with him." Ji Shao made up for it.

Gu Congxin: "..." Pricked Laotie's heart.

After the two commentators warmed up briefly, the first game officially began.

After so many rounds of competition in the qualifiers, the playing style of the villain team has basically been finalized.

As soon as the route was drawn out, Ji Shaoyi marked G City. The housing area here is scattered, and there are many small supplies around. They can manage a small area by themselves, and they can support themselves.

If nothing else, no team of four would want to come to a supply point like this, which is only enough to feed one or two people.

Ji Shaoyi and Lang Qiao left to follow them halfway through the float, and the two floated to the radar station and the V-shaped town for development respectively, while Gu Congxin and Tian Luo settled in G City obediently.

Before the two of them searched for a while, Tian Luo suddenly frowned and said, "Okay!"

(End of this chapter)