Strange, where did this bit of silence go?

Mr. Shan turned around and didn't find anyone, his stomach was rumbling with hunger, so he simply took out a sweatshirt from his suitcase and put it on his body and went out of the room.

He's going to buy something to eat to pad his stomach.

The Grand Los Angeles Hotel, one of the most famous hotels in the United States, is located in a large area, with beautiful scenery and close to the beach.

Mr. Shan wore a black mask, only revealing his big black eyes, and quickly walked into the elevator on the sixth floor, ready to go downstairs to buy some snacks to cushion his stomach.

The elevator is clean and bright, and a big mirror is installed on the left, and as soon as Mr. Shan walks into the elevator, he subconsciously looks at the mirror.

"Yo, my hair is a little messy." Mr. Shan looked in the mirror and grabbed the little maroon yellow hair that rolled down.

In the United States, you still have to pay attention to your own image.

Mr. Yama was narcissistically looking in the mirror, and the elevator was clanging.

Six foreigners in crimson uniforms walked in, all white, all of whom seemed to be British. The back of the jersey says big UK.

These people didn't notice Mr. Shan, they were all talking about themselves.

"King, is this person really strong?" The British, led by the British, asked.

"After all, China is the rising country of the glory of kings, and the KPL is currently the highest top competition, and as the captain of the WD team that has won the championship, the strength is absolutely strong." The other teammate spoke solemnly.

"The Chinese team arrived last night, and there was actually a girl among them. I heard that the girl is nicknamed Queen, and her strength is not inferior to that of male professional players. ”

"These guys are top pros and they shouldn't be underestimated. There is also a person named Mr. Shan, everyone should pay special attention. ”

Mr. Shan looked in the mirror behind him, heard his name, and raised his head faintly.

As the anchor of the national service schoolboy, Mr. Shan can certainly understand their words.

He wanted to hear what this group of foreigners said about him.

"I know this Mr. Shan, I have seen it on the international version of Tentacle Live. Good at shooting on the wing, the strength is quite good. One of the Englishmen shook his head, his face helpless, "But don't take this person too seriously. ”

"Why?"

The Englishman said disdainfully: "Mr. Shan talks too much and is noisy." Esports has to be calm. ”

The British guy is also quite pitiful.

The Chinese WD team is famous, and in order to check the strength of the team in advance, the British team sent a team member to explore the truth through the live broadcast of Mr. Shan.

Outcome... With the great purpose of exploring the truth and reality, this team member opened the live broadcast of Mr. Shan.

Outcome... I happened to meet Mr. Shan singing.

Outcome... The team member got a new phone.

The past is Moti, a handful of bitter tears.

"Also, I've seen Mr. Shan's photos, and the traces of the P picture are too obvious." Another member of the team shrugged, "A real person doesn't necessarily look like that, maybe it's a short clown." ”

There was a burst of laughter in the elevator.

The face of the mountain is green!

You're short! You're a clown!

The most handsome male anchor in China, his appearance crushes you gringos in minutes!

"You-" Mr. Shan was about to speak, when the elevator suddenly clanged and reached the first floor.

The elevator door opened, and there was also a group of young people wearing Japanese plain blue uniforms outside the elevator door. This is the Japanese team, and the captain is Kozo Yano, who used to be a dreamwin.

After being treated unfairly in China, Kozo Yano returned to Japan angrily and formed Japan's strongest team to challenge the World Championships.

Next to Kozo Yano, there was a small boy in a gray hat who was not tall, and Yamaso recognized him almost at a glance...