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Chapter 291 290. Torture
Hearing "certain people", An Zai immediately frowned.

"You are so yin and yang! What are some people? Who are some people talking about?!"

"Hehe", An Yi sneered: "Back then, you were separated from each other and left to support a team. Seeing that God ZAI had no hope of retiring before retiring, the retirement declaration was simply desolate and sad. They will never Leaving the left-hand seat on the field to wait for someone, but that person is a meat bun and never returns. Now that people are in trouble, don't you remember that you, a bastard, still say something!"

"You are enough! There is no end to Chen Zhima's rotten millet!"

An Yi turned a blind eye to his sister's anger, and continued to taunt with shaking legs:
"Nowadays, old players like to brag about how great ZAI's comeback was, and how powerful his big heart is. But they don't think about it, why does that ZAI god drive himself to a dead end every time? Isn't it because she doesn't have a Jedi brain? Not sober? Big heart? Bah! Among the old ODs, ZAI has the worst mentality! If he hadn’t helped his teammates well, he would have exploded a long time ago!”

"roll!"

An couldn't bear it no longer, she jumped up from the bed, scratched and kicked, and threw the annoying brother out of the room, his long hair was messed up like crazy.

The room finally became quiet, and An Zai stood with her head bowed, staring at Sisi Hei, who was so close to blurred in her vision.

Yes, my mentality has never been tough enough, and I became moderately depressed at the end of my career.

Can you not be depressed?Under such a great pressure, she is thankful that she hasn't collapsed yet.

It is said that ZAI performed miracles, but without her teammates and her mid laner, she would have been unable to fight as early as 0-3 in the first World Championship group match.

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After 0-3 in the first World Championship, An Zai was at a loss when he decided to stay and complete the group stage in the second week. He was so at a loss that he looked at the game map that had been played tens of millions of times, and he looked like a black iron player who had never seen it before. .After all, staying doesn't mean letting go.

The first week of the competition is over, and the record of pulling hips has become history. The e-sports fans who "remember history" have given full play to their powerful mocking ability. Hit in the face.

For the first time since An played the game again, he felt that RANK was a kind of torture.Every time someone recognizes her ID in the game, the dialogue interface will greet her in various languages:
"Yo! Isn't this a 0-3 legendary AD? Come on, 0-6!"

Every time a teammate dies, he will say "0-3! I CAN I UP!"

Why are there so many ugly people in the world? !Why are these ugly people playing games? !What good would it do them to ridicule her until their mentality exploded?What kind of perverted satisfaction can they get from destroying a professional player? !

An Zai's hero is swaying from side to side in the autistic grass boredly, and An Zai himself is lying on the table full of despair.

"Professional player hangs up! Banned! Banned!"

The yelling in the game chat box swiped the screen over and over again, but An Zai remained indifferent.

"If you don't want to fight, don't fight! How can you not be afraid of fines if you have a lot of money?!"

Ji Canghai flicked off the computer screen, seeing his AD's dying look made him very angry.

"sorry."

An Zai weakly squeezed out three words.

"what?"

"sorry."

An Zai apologized almost in tears. She was really sorry for herself, her teammates, and everyone.

She couldn't take it anymore, she didn't want to fight anymore.
(End of this chapter)