Hua Long is in his early twenties, with a round face, thick eyebrows, small eyes, and yellow skin, and looks like an insurance seller in his thirties.

Hua Long looked calm: "If you can't beat Long Aotian's guys, let's rush to the runner-up, and the runner-up will have a bonus of 500,000 yuan." 500,000, it's so beautiful~"

Jokes, there are Long Aotian, Xiao Feng and Zhang Qing in the Shenmeng team, all of whom are top players with unfathomable strength.

Although Zhang Qing is a substitute member of the Mythical Clan, players in the e-sports circle know that even if it is an aunt in the Mythical Clan, who sweeps the toilet and washes the toilet, her strength can crush the high-level players of other teams every minute.

With Zhang Qing here, the huge prize money of the All-Star Game championship is destined to be divided by those five guys.

"Let's be serious, let's win the WD team first." Hua Long smiled and said, "Let the WD team become the first stepping stone on our road to success, beautiful." ”

Teammates smiled: "After listening to it, the egg team seems to have an independent e-sports club company, which is a prelude to the impact of the KPL." It's really a newborn calf that is not afraid of tigers. ”

"That is, there are hundreds of professional teams across the country, and only 14 teams have entered the KPL professional competition, and the competitive pressure can be imagined."

"Think the pros are so good? Hehe. ”

During the discussion, the referee in a suit and leather shoes next to him glanced at his watch and frowned: "The game starts in five minutes, and the people from the WD team haven't come yet?" ”

The onlookers looked at each other, maybe this new team was stage frightened and took the initiative to admit defeat?

The referee turned on the announcer, and the voice of the microphone spread throughout the open square: "WD? WD team 5V5 players, please go to the 5V5 arena as soon as possible, No. 6 battle area. ”

shouted three times in a row, and finally there was a response from the crowd.

"Here, here! Amitabha, donors make a way. ”

The ground trembled violently, and the water surface of the mineral water bottle on the table shook, as if it was an earthquake...

The members of the Flying Team looked up at the same time, curious about the late WD team.

The first to squeeze in was a white and tender big fat man, bald head, wearing a string of sandalwood Buddha beads on his chest, and he ran over vigorously.

Bang bang bang, the two-hundred-pound fat man opened a bloody road, rushed to the No. 6 battle area, and sat on the innermost plastic chair.

Click~

How can a thin plastic chair withstand inhuman weight? Directly stop the waist and rub the clatter, fortunately, the fat man is a flexible fat man with Shaolin mastery, an elegant [Spirit Monkey Flip], which avoids the tragedy of falling.

Fatso:...

All:...

The fat man wiped the sweat from his forehead, stood up from the "wreckage" of the plastic chair in embarrassment, and said to the stunned referee: "Amitabha, you may not believe it when you say it, it is the hand that moves the stool." ”

The corners of Hua Long's mouth twitched, this is the member of the WD team? He heard that the WD team was good-looking, but he didn't expect that there was a two-hundred-pound monk.

Look at his fat fingers, what kind of mobile phone should he use to be worthy of such fat fingers...

Could it be that this is another copycat version of the WD team?

The fat man took the new bench handed by the referee, sat down with a smile, and explained to everyone: "The main thing is to look at the sign backwards and walk to the No. 9 war zone." 6 and 9, true like. ”

Hua Long looked disdainful, and as soon as he knew the autumn, just looking at this fat man, he could probably guess the inferior level of the WD team.

At this time, the second team member ran over panting, and he scolded angrily: "Dead fatty, you can't wait for us? Run so fast, there is a dog chasing you behind! ”

The fat man was white-eyed and aggrieved: "Yes, there is a dog chasing the fat man." ”