After the results of the lottery are announced,

Qingliu is not too surprised by this result,

The result of SIS vs. KUKU is a clear indication that this is not a fair draw.

The people at the organizers are not stupid and naturally know how to make good use of this time.

The most famous ones are left with dreams and myths.

Qingliu looked at the misanthropy and had a headache.

Because of this non-mainstream red-haired critic, he is swearing to his teammates.

His luck is simply amazing, and he actually drew such an embroidered pillow team.

This is stable.

Qingliu was angry and vomited blood.

In his eyes, the misanthropy is like a little kid who hasn't grown up.

Character is stubborn and naïve.

Just like now, the arrogant and flamboyant red-haired boy with long legs, and the big red team uniform on his body is warm and eye-catching, and he walks over.

Qingliu couldn't figure out why anyone liked red so much.

Such a dazzling color,

He won't wear it for the rest of his life.

"Hey, little white...... If you're willing to call me brother, I'll think about letting you do it later. ”

The red-haired boy had a wicked smile on his lips, and there was no guilt on his unruly face.

But in fact, he wanted to apologize.

accidentally provoked such a well-behaved little boy, and he himself was quite embarrassed.

But say it,

It's easy to spoil the taste.

Hearing this, the immortal looked at Qingliu's increasingly heavy face,

In the end, it was a short protection, and it immediately stood in the middle of the two,

Gently hammered the world-weary shoulder with his hand,

"Hey, hey, okay, okay, I'm going to scold you if you provoke trouble again."

"Why are you scolding me? Isn't it normal to talk harshly before a game? ”

This criticism is true, and he doesn't look at other people's faces at all.

The immortals were a little desperate.

How did the misanthropy survive, he was not killed?

Looking at Liu'er's expression, you can know how much Liu'er hates misanthropy.

He pursed his thin cold lips, not intending to talk nonsense with this fool.

Turning his head to stand at the end of the line, he bent down to pick up a bottle of water.

The boy's movements are slow and elegant.

The world-weary forced and shameless came over.

said with a proud face,

"Hey, Liu'er, can you unscrew the cap? I don't need to help you. ”

The misanthropy actually feels that this little white face may not be able to be unscrewed.

Qingliu: "......"

The critic is laughing at him again,

Molestation and ridicule.

Very good.

Qingliu looks gentle and polite, and his heart is too kind and generous, but it's not that he has no temper, he just doesn't like to lose his temper.

But since I met the misanthropy, I was really on the verge of anger every day.

His clear, clean eyes fell on the world-weary face,

Suddenly, his voice laughed coldly,

"Just don't cry for a while."

Misanthropic and confused.

The sound was not loud, and only the two of them and the gods could hear it.

The misanthropic looked at the little white face in disbelief, and suddenly looked full of aura.

He usually has a very soft personality.

Crazy today?

Whether it's in the e-sports arena or in daily life, I haven't seen him when he has a big temper.

Today

A few frenzy.

The misanthropy looked at the immortals, "You heard it, you heard it, who is bullying whom?" ”

Immortal: "......"

Liu'er is so crazy, Liu'er is so handsome.

The immortal looked at the misanthropy with a bit of a blank look.

"Huh? What's wrong? What do you hear? ”

Misanthropy: "...... What the hell am I. ”

·

The game begins.

The jumping balls are misanthropic and clear.

The two people are of similar height, one red and one blue standing together, there is an inexplicable fit,

If you look closely, in fact, the clear stream is a little higher than the misanthropy.

When jumping the ball, the first ball is taken by the misanthropy.

Qingliu pursed her lips and didn't speak, her eyes were too spicy.

Standing under the sun, he was so red that he could almost kill him.

He wants to go to heaven,

I also want to stand shoulder to shoulder with the sun.

The misanthropic was particularly arrogant and let out a muffled laugh from his chest, and his voice was a little nice.

Qingliu looked at him indifferently and began to defend himself.

The teenagers on this side of the myth are all relatively weak types, and they look a little thin and thin.

And Dream Feiyang is different, although they are not strong, but their hair is sassy and their clothes are sassy.

The red color has its own aura, and it rushed over to a few weak scholars.

Qiao Weitang sighed twice on the side,

"I'm really afraid that the misanthropy will ruin Qingliu's small body."

As soon as the words fell, she found that the little milk dog's gaze fell on her face clearly, and the ancient well was waveless and watery.

Qiao Weitang stumbled to explain,

"No, I didn't mean that."

Jiang Tong just showed an embarrassed and polite smile,

"Qiaoqiao, don't mess around. You knock a pair into a pair. ”

Qiao Weitang: "......?" ”

A wave of leaves, ZERO is sweet, although the latter did not succeed, but it is also fast.

It seems to be really.

Sure enough, a woman's sixth sense is extremely terrifying.

The misanthropy of the world is like a swept wind and rain rushing through the clear stream.

Qingliu couldn't resist such a fierce young man at all.

was directly restrained by his flexibility, and made a three-step layup,

Successfully scored and took the first point.

The thin lips of the young man in red were slightly hooked, and he smiled evilly at him.

Qingliu: "......"

Some are speechless.

However, the first goal is indeed very motivating, and when the first goal is scored, the momentum is played all at once.

Dream Feiyang cheered and cheered, and even hit more and more fiercely.

The overall strength of the mythical side is much weaker than theirs.

All three goals in a row were scored by the misanthropic of the world.

[Wow, is the world-weary so fierce? 】

[Powdered, misanthropic, really handsome, no resistance to boys who can play. 】

[My Liu'er baby is a little miserable, numb and hugged, not crying or crying. 】

[Professional players are really false, look at the myths of this group of people who look like sick seedlings, I laughed. 】

[It's just an entertainment game, and they're not from the national team, and the trolls make excuses to spray everything, and I laughed too. 】

[What you said is funny, what, it's all the same as you, isn't it, the dish is not squirted, don't fight if you have the ability, go play the game. 】

[You can't have other hobbies, can you? I wish the upstairs to work every day, never stop, preferably until death. 】

The anger of netizens is heavier than the other, and Qiao Weitang watched it for a while and turned off the live broadcast directly.

It's too difficult, and when SIS faces KUKU, the devil knows what kind of noisy situation it will be.

She looked at the score on the field, and Meng Feiyang was already completely ahead of the myth.

The first half is over.

During the intermission, the world-weary criticism had to be sharp, everyone sat on the stool well, and he had to stand on the chair alone.

Like a king overlooking all living beings, Sao's tail cocked to the sky.

Qiao Weitang almost squirted out a mouthful of water.

ZERO'S FACE DARKENED, "I'LL HAVE HAD ENOUGH OF THIS CRITICISM SOONER OR LATER." ”

The clean boy who raised his head to drink water, his eyelashes drooped slightly, and fell on the boy who was standing high,

The casual light hook of thin lips.

Let you slap around a little longer.