Chapter 158: Fight Again
“defeat。”
The base exploded, and the red font appeared in the center of the screen, and the five people were a little silent, unable to come back to their senses for a long time.
"Hit? It's just a training match. Bu patted Wurao on the shoulder and comforted.
Although the words are so, the five of them still can't get out of the failure for a while.
The loss of the professional team to the Internet café team is simply a joke, and the five of them can already predict the extent of the rumors outside.
Bu frowned, it's not a good thing for the team's self-confidence to be frustrated, besides, victory and defeat are a common thing in soldiers, and even more so in League of Legends, how can they be so negative?
"Look at you like this, isn't it because you're inferior when you lose the game? It's the same as how incredible it is for others to win you, the heroes in it, the skill release, aren't they all controlled by yourself (cāo)? Who can afford to look down on you and have the ability to win the battle. ”
The angry shout of the cloth made the expressions of the five people change, and the four of them, Foot God, 1orok, ll, and Bingo, all looked at Evolraelc together, waiting for his action.
evolraelc shook his head, his lowered fish eyes exuded unwillingness, the last time he lost the game, he was forgivable, and now he still lost the game when he was all on his side, which made evolraelc a little embarrassed, and felt that the words of Fang Lun before were like jokes.
"Coach, can you play again?" Evolraelc tract.
The other team members also chimed in: "Yes, two wins in three games, we were just careless just now, and we won't let them win again this time." ”
Bu was stunned, but he didn't expect them to make this request, he pondered for a moment, and said, "You guys wait, I'll ask over there." ”
……
After Fang Lun's victory, the live broadcast room was completely boiling, with praise and abuse, Fang Lun smiled when he saw this, and said: "It's just a game, you can't see which is stronger and which is weak, we have to take advantage of this game, after all, the GDE team doesn't know much about us, and GDE's game video can be searched at will." ”
As soon as Fang Lun's words came out, the rhythm of the barrage was much less, and the unwilling fans also gave up arguing when they heard Fang Lun like this, and consciously maintained the order of the barrage.
Fans have an unprecedentedly good impression of Fang Lun, from being wronged to becoming a big streamer, and now he has defeated the GDE team head-on, and he has to be full of legends on Fang Lun's (shēn).
Even the information of Fang Lun's four teammates was picked up, and their names, ranks, and addresses were exposed.
In this regard, Fang Lun is also helpless, and now netizens are terrifying.
Yu Qingyan, as Fang Lun's room manager, naturally has extra face at this time, she began to watch from Fang Lun's few VIP seats, and witnessed Fang Lun's step by step (rì), her feelings are more profound than others.
Although the anchor is not very old, he is not alarmed when he encounters trouble, and he rarely gets angry, as if he has collapsed and has nothing to do with him.
"When is the camera on?" Yu Qingyan suddenly asked, she had a strong curiosity about Fang Lun at this time, and wanted to see Fang Lun's lineup, even if she had seen Fang Lun's study photos in the information database, but after all, the age gap was too big, and her appearance was always a little different.
Yu Qingyan's words were immediately seen by many people, after all, as a house manager, her font and icon are different.
The audience who followed the trend began to coax Fang Lun to turn on the camera, Fang Lun rubbed his head with a headache, and excused himself: "Next time, I'm ugly, I'm afraid you won't be able to eat." ”
"Don't, anchor, ugly is ugly, I didn't subscribe."
Fang Lun: "......"
The rhythm is getting bigger and bigger, and the screen is full of barrages of faceless unsubscribing, Fang Lun wanted to ignore it, after all, across the screen, what is it about coming over to beat himself?
However, Zhong Weifa soon called and said, "Lun, you don't look ugly, it's nothing to show your face live broadcast, your covers are all hung out, and they don't know what you look like." ”
Fang Lun then remembered his second makeup photo, clicked on the homepage, and found that the picture of Feng Tui was himself, so he couldn't help patting his forehead and said, "Brother Zhong, don't be so formal, I just want a quiet live broadcast." ”
Zhong Weifa was speechless, why is it a quiet live broadcast? How do you let nearly 100,000 people amuse you here?
However, although he complained about Fang Lun's pretending to be X in his heart, he said on the surface: "Lun, you have a different status now, you look at the number of fans you have, and then look at the number of people in your live broadcast room, your words and deeds are very involved, just give Brother Zhong a face, show your face and chat with them." ”
Fang Lun was helpless, since Zhong Weifa was like this, he would be a little unapproachable if he refused again, so he could only nod and say, "Okay, then I'll turn on the camera and talk to them." ”
"Okay, Lun, communicate more with fans, otherwise they will really come to the door, you look at your companion's personal information, isn't it just someone (ròu) came out."
"Uh." Fang Lun broke out in a cold sweat on his head, fortunately he didn't say anything excessive just now, otherwise, there would be so many people in the live broadcast room, maybe there would be a grumpy brother who would come to trouble him.
"I'm hanging up, you can talk to them first."
"Okay."
Hanging up the phone, Fang Lun debugged the device and turned on the camera.
Fang Lun's appearance is not ugly, it can be delicate, the barrage is varied, and there are ugly comments.
When Yu Qingyan saw Fang Lun, a strange color flashed in his eyes, and he typed: "Anchor, it's okay." ”
Fang Lun said perfunctorily: "It's okay to return to school"
Seeing this, the barrage coaxed together, together, Fang Lun's face changed, if Zhao Hanyue knew about it......
Fang Lun was a little weak-hearted, and hurriedly said, "Don't be blind, I have a girlfriend." ”
Netizens obviously don't believe it, Fang Lun is not very old, how can he have a girlfriend?
Fang Lun repeatedly explained to no avail, and just wanted to give up, someone in the live broadcast room sent a rocket, and the person who sent the rocket was a white trumpet, whose name was Princess.
Fang Lun's face turned pale, it's over, isn't the princess Zhao Hanyue, he hurriedly gave Zhao Hanyue pink diamonds, house management and other privileges to her (tào) on (shēn), and said flatteringly: "Wife, are you here?" ”
Zhao Hanyue replied after a while: "If you don't come again, you will have to be with someone else." ”
Fang Lun smiled and said: "How can it, it's all tourists who are coaxing, and you can't count them, you come here, let's go out to eat in a while." ”
"I'm at the door, you come out to pick me up."
"Huh?" Fang Lun walked to the door of the Internet café, and sure enough, he saw Zhao Hanyue pouting and standing at the front desk.
"Let's go, wife, I'll take you to eat something delicious after the broadcast." Fang Lun grabbed Zhao Hanyue's hand.
"Hmph, no appetite." Zhao Han Yue Ao (jiāo) said.
Fang Lun rubbed her head, made her sit on his lap, and said to the screen, "Wife, say hello to them." ”
Zhao Hanyue thought for a while and said, "Hello everyone, I hope you will support my husband a lot, he has worked very hard in the live broadcast, and he is really good at playing games, how many people can be beaten." ”
"Meimei, Meimei."
"Anchor, I'm going to duel with you."
"Did the streamer save the galaxy in his last life? This girl is wearing a gothic loli suit, and she can't imagine it. ”
……
The barrage started a new round of rhythm, Fang Lun looked down at his phone, and the avatar on WeChat flashed, which read: "Can you fight again?" ”
Fang Lun thought for a moment and replied, "Okay." ”
"Thank you."
"You're welcome."
The two of them tacitly agreed, and some words were all in plain sight