Super Race System Makes Me a Legend

"Haha, you can rest assured that our goal is the champion, so we must get into the final. Even if we meet you in the final, we won't be merciful. Don't think the summer match can easily beat us, and so is the s world game. I tell you, even if I don't want to fight this old waist and arm, I will win the championship!"

The dog clenched his fist. These things should be kept secret, but because he was a former teammate, he blurted out.

"Ha ha, the champion must be ours. Don't think about it, dog!"

Xiangguo grinned, for the champion, he is also very eager, a LPL summer champion, simply can't satisfy his appetite.

"Well, then let's have a comparison and see who is the champion of the s game!"

Assist Xiaoming to come, full of fighting spirit.

After a few simple greetings, Xiangguo and letmi left. After all, RNG talents just got off the plane and needed to have a good rest.

"Do you think the dog's injuries are all cured?"

Back in the room, she frowned and looked up at the pot.

"Should it be all right?"

Xiangguo hesitated for a moment and nodded. From the expression and state of the dog's speech just now, there should be no problem.

"Is it? Hope is my delusion. "

Lethmy nodded slowly, but did not say a word. Just now, while chatting with the dog in the fragrant pot, he noticed a layer of sweat on the dog's forehead, his body trembled slightly, and his movements were also somewhat stiff.

Judging from these abnormal conditions, the dog's physical condition should not be very good.

It is just his guess after all, there is no real evidence, and the dog himself said that the body is OK, naturally it is impossible to joke with the body.

On the other side.

When he returned to the room, the dog turned pale and staggered a few steps. Finally, he held on to the wall.

Supporting the wall, the dog a cold sweat, struggling to lift his feet, slowly toward the room.

For a few minutes, it seems like a century for the dog. When he comes to the bed, his body has been soaked with sweat, and the whole person seems to be fished out of the water.

"How's the situation?"

Just as the dog was sitting on the bed, the door opened, and a man of fifty or sixty years old, with a gray beard and black square glasses, and a serious smile, came in.

"Much better."

The dog squeezed out a smile, but his shaking body obviously betrayed him.

"I'm still trying to be brave. I'm all in pain. I'm still lying."

Mencius Fei shook his head, took out a clean and tidy bag from his arms, spread it on the table on one side, supported the dog to lie on the bed, and then took out a silver needle from it.

Half an hour later, the whole back of the dog was covered with silver needles.

"Mr. Meng, how is his condition?! Can we have time to compete? "

The coach Feng Ge came in from the outside, took Meng Zifei's hand, walked to one side, and whispered.

"It's hard to say that if I was in China, I would be able to recover in half a month with my chest patted. But now, after this long journey, his recovered injury recurred again. I'm afraid it will take a long time."

Mencius Fei just checked the dog's injuries, and the result was not very optimistic.