The e-sports god has fallen again

Chapter 287 If This Is The End

That was the picture shown from Ji Shaoyi's perspective.

Commentator A applauded on the spot, so excited that he almost broke his voice: "Let us congratulate Ji Shao for leading the team to win the first game with his own strength!"

Commentary B: "This is a real turnaround against the wind, and it is also a real Jedi survival!"

At the same time, this is also an event that is almost impossible to replicate in the arena of eating chicken, and it will appear again and again in the god-level operation clips of netizens in the near future.

Together with other players who have already become gods.

This should have been blown up by netizens, but there were very few praises in the official live broadcast room.

[I can go to your motherfucker's PlayerUnknown's Battlegrounds, the single player four rows is clearly made by him! 】

【Anyone can throw that mine just now, right?It's pure luck. 】

[So what if you win?Maliciously killing teammates can never be cleared. 】

[If he kills his teammates just to be a hero and highlight himself, it will only make me feel more disgusted. 】

[Is the matter clear? You guys are here to be dark?Isn't cyberbullying under the banner of justice not called cyberbullying? 】

[Ahhh, I feel sorry for my LGM team! 】

[One thing to say, although the person who killed the teammate was lucky, there is indeed a problem with the position of the LGM team in the last wave, but if the positions are scattered, they will not be directly eliminated by the group. 】

[We Ji Shao are lucky?Hehehe, didn't you see the chain of scourge circles in front of you?Or is it that I can never wake up a man pretending to be blind? 】

[The sunspots in the barrage promised me that if you have money, you must buy a mobile phone that can watch the full version of the video. By the way, if you don’t need your eyes, you can also donate them to those in need. 】

……

In the congratulations of the two commentators, the points of the GNM team jumped to the top of the list.

The camera swept across the faces of the players one by one. The four hunks of the LGM team looked bewildered, with words written all over their faces: Who am I?where am I?Why did the chicken that I had already ate to my mouth suddenly fly away?
The LGM fans in the barrage became even more angry, and added a lot of greeting barrages for Ji Shaoyi without hesitation.

Until the camera scanned the seat of the GNM team——

Not only did the young man who had contributed a great scene in his career debut show no pride on his face, but he dropped his earphones and ran backstage like a gust of wind.

And following closely behind was the pale Demon King.

Gatlin and I stretched out half of our hands, but he pushed them roughly away.

"What are you supporting?" The demon king cast a gloomy glance at them, then raised the corner of his lips in a rather self-deprecating way: "It's not my broken leg."

If this is the end of his career, then he wants to come off cool.

The Demon King looked around the stage for a week, and was just about to insert a flashback-style memory kill in his mind, coupled with a more sensational and tear-jerking BGM, when he was caught off guard by his collar.

Ji Shaoyi, who was in a hurry, did not know when he turned back, and relying on being a head taller than him, he grabbed his collar and roughly tore him off the stage.

"Where's your mother, Moji? Get out of here!"

The memory kill that the demon king had just planned was interrupted by him unexpectedly, and he was staggered by his feet, and immediately became angry: "Why the hell are you so fierce?"

Anyway, there are still fans of his girlfriend on the court. Does he want to lose face?

"What's wrong with you is the fierce one?" Ji Shao raised his eyebrows, and the strength in his hand didn't loosen at all, and he dragged him to the backstage.

He still spared no effort to taunt, "You dare to play even if your hands are so strained, who taught you?"

Although he usually smiles kindly and kindly, when he is really aggressive, he is full of vigor.

The Demon King held his neck and confronted him for a long time, but in the end he could only lower his head, like a rooster who had lost a fight, and was dragged back to the backstage resentfully.

In the waiting room, the moment Zheng Hang saw Ji Shaoyi leaving in a hurry, he felt a 'thump' in his heart, and had an ominous premonition.

He stood up abruptly, and before he reached the door, he heard a bang, and the door of the lounge was kicked open vigorously.

As soon as Ji Shao grabbed the demon king's collar and threw him in front of him, he said bluntly: "Tell him yourself."

"Brother Hang..." The devil's lips moved twice, seeing Zheng Hang as if a child who had been bullied for a long time finally saw his parents, with grievance written all over his face.

"Needless to say." Zheng Hang glanced at his right hand covered with kinesio tape, and already had the answer in his heart.

He reached out and rubbed the demon king's limp hair under the pressure of the earphones, and said in a low voice, "Brother Hang knows it all."

Everyone thought that as long as they were old enough, the devil king could soar into the sky.

But no one thought that before he came on stage, his hand holding the mouse would be useless.

He who stepped into this circle too early was like a child who had strayed into the adult world by mistake, thinking that he could fight against the whole world with only his passion.

Just relying on a moment of righteousness, he dared to make a father-son match with someone who insulted their team behind their backs after losing the game without everyone knowing.

He thought that he only needed to convince those people in the game, and those people would obediently apologize to his teammates.

Unexpectedly, from the very beginning, those people didn't want to play games with him, but wanted to wrestle with him.

How painful is it to have your hand broken into a comminuted fracture?

The devil had already forgotten.

Because the more severe pain has accompanied him for many years, he has long been numb.

At that time, their team's performance was not good. In order to stabilize the sponsors, the team suppressed the news of his injury.

Later, they were downgraded from PCL, and the comment section under the official blog of the team became a big stage in Zaan. Even the young lady in charge of Weibo was sprayed and cried several times, so they didn't dare to disclose it.

Because when you lose, everything you say is like making excuses.

The sunspots will only think that they are hyping and selling miserably.

And the sympathy of those girlfriend fans is not rare for the devil.

Apart from competitions, he spent most of his time on rehabilitation. He thought that as long as he cooperated enough, one day he would be able to break free from all the shackles of injuries and play a game to his heart's content.

Until the teammate he bet a hand on said he would leave.

Until their team base moved from the big villa to the dilapidated old city.

Until Lang Qiao and Ji Shaoyi came.

He suddenly realized that he was still young, but the team couldn't afford to wait anymore.

His popularity is no longer enough to support the entire team, his value has already been drained, and he may be replaced by Lang Qiao at any time.

As the first female professional player in the chicken eating circle, Lang Qiao's popularity and commercial value are obviously not comparable to that of a genius boy whose personality has collapsed.

Game technology is his last bargaining chip.

As long as his grades are better than Lang Qiao's, then he can always be in the starting lineup.

　I always feel that I am about to hurt my hands too... It hurts every day after typing 〒▽〒

　　
　
(End of this chapter)