As far as the eye can see, the auditorium is full of spectators.

The light and dark lights moved back and forth in the crowd, and excited faces appeared on the big screen.

Team DW is the strongest team in the north, and Team WD is the strongest team in the south.

For the first time, the strongest teams from the north and south PK in the spotlight, attracting countless live viewers and webcast viewers to watch.

The front desk is noisy, and the back stage is clean.

DW Team Lounge.

The fat man hugged the newly bought sauce-flavored pig's trotters and gnawed his mouth full of oil;

Liu Yun was looking down at the inscription assembly, looking quiet and beautiful;

Lao Bai's shoulder injury had not yet healed, and he frowned and thought about what kind of sitting posture would best relieve the pain;

Li Huaiyu stood by the window, looking at the starlight at the front desk through the single-sided glass, and his beautiful eyes were thoughtful;

Xiao Mo and another substitute player were playing poker next to him, and occasionally Xiao Mo glanced at Li Huaiyu coldly, snorting coldly;

As for the top laner Black Whirlwind, he was outside the lounge door.

Fang Chang ran over with two bags of shredded squid, and stuffed his brain into Yang Linyuan's hand: "Brother Hei, you will have to match the line with Mr. Shan, eat more shredded squid to replenish your energy!" ”

Since the last time he and Mr. Shan PK Cai Wenji failed miserably, Fang Chang dreamed of beating that yellow-haired boy fat.

This time, the two major teams PK, Brother Hei wants to clean up the mountain for him, which is very happy.

Fang Chang specially sent the squid shreds from Hainan over to cheer Yang Linyuan on.

Yang Linyuan took the snack bag, and a light and soft smile appeared on Sven's handsome face.

He reached out and rubbed Fang Chang's black hair, and his voice was gentle: "Thank you, Xiao Fang Chang." ”

His voice was deep, like a wind through the Pacific Ocean that lingered between the two of them.

Fang Chang grinned, a bright smile appeared on his swarthy face, and he said sincerely: "It's okay, Brother Hei, you are on the road in the national uniform, you will definitely win!" When you win the game, remember to give me the whitening secret recipe, and I will whiten too! ”

Yang Linyuan is knowledgeable, stable and introverted, and also has a secret recipe for whitening, and Fang Chang especially likes to communicate with him.

The sound of music came from the front desk, and the audience cheered endlessly.

Fang Chang glanced at the time, and hurriedly waved his hand at Yang Linyuan: "Brother Hei, I'll go back to the team first, come on!" ”

The fisherman ran away in a hurry, his back nimble like a fish.

Yang Linyuan's fingertips pushed the thin-rimmed glasses, the lenses refracted the bright light, and the corners of his lips raised an arc that was not easy to ponder.

As soon as he turned around, the snack bag in his hand suddenly fell into a pair of fleshy hands.

The fat man weighed the weight of the bag of shredded squid, and said in a strange manner: "Amitabha, old black, that little black baby treats you as a brother, I really envy others." ”

Yang Linyuan tensed the corners of his lips and coldly took back the snack bag: "Go to prepare for the game, and if you lose, you will go back to the temple to be the abbot." ”

These words simply hit the pain point of the fat man.

Zhao Fugui was the chief lay disciple of Hanshan Temple, and later became the chief inner court disciple.

Because of the appearance of Maitreya Buddha, it was deeply liked by the old abbot.

As a result, the inheritance of the next abbot fell on Zhao Fugui's head.

The old abbot called the fat man every once in a while, asking him to come back and inherit a mountain, a temple left by the Song Dynasty, and one hundred and eight monks in the temple...

If someone else loses the game, they will withdraw from the game at most;

The fat man lost the game and wanted to go back to inherit a thousand-year-old temple.

"Amitabha, fat man, I'm still going to hold Buddha's feet temporarily." The fat man turned around and said to himself,

"This time, we must beat the finished team to a 0-3 record to be worthy of the eighteen Arhats of the Buddha."