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“97？”

“97？”

“97？” There are so many people with sensitive ears, especially at this sensitive moment, 9, has become quite a stimulating number.

Sure enough, Sally's voice just fell. More than a dozen people? I looked over with a brush, as if I had heard a lace scandal, and the movements were very tacit, keen, and fast.

It was still strange, but seeing Sally wearing a referee's uniform, even the pen fell to the ground at this time, with the horror and resentment on his face, all the contestants who looked over couldn't help but cross a thought, is it really 97?

Some of the contestants who had just finished the competition and had not left the arena walked over one after another, looking at Chen Yi's computer screen, and their faces were suddenly as rich as oil paint......

"Nima, it's really 97!" A tall, thin young man was so frightened that his eyes almost bulged out.

"Damn. 16/0/8, bullying elementary school students doesn't bring this! The companion next to him also screamed as if he was fascinated.

This one comes. All the contestants in the audience heard it, and then all looked at Chen Yi stupidly, and some of the contestants who did not compete all ran over at a trot, surrounding Chen Yi three layers inside and three layers outside.

As if watching alien creatures, everyone craned their necks to watch.

"6666, the output of the whole field is more than 40,000."

"The damage accounts for more than fifty percent of the team, damn, is this really the damage that the Ice Bird can do?"

"9.75 knives per minute, this is the rhythm of 20 minutes and 400 knives in 40 minutes!"

"634 gold per minute, at this speed, the god costume can be done in a maximum of thirty-five minutes!"

"What is a horse, 93 and 97, it's too far apart!"

"The master is in the folk! I just don't know what the data is on his last two. The contestants around him seemed to have discovered a new continent, and they revolved around Chen Yi to comment on their heads.

This made Chen Yi suddenly feel like he was being looked at. At the request of a group of enthusiastic contestants, several referees were shot one after another, and under pressure, they revealed the carrying value of Chen Yi's first two shots.

"Please take the initiative to maintain the order of the arena, the carry value of the first and second games of player 2324 is 95, thank you for your cooperation!" With the referee's words, the contestants around him gasped again.

Some players who mistakenly thought that Chen Yi was just lucky to get a 97 score also woke up.

"This Nima is a god, with an average carry value of 95.6. It's against the sky! At this time, the third game of the horse is also over, and some good players have run over, and the horse's results have been revealed, and the carry value of the horse in the third game is 89, which has been reduced!

Horses have a total of three rounds, which are 93, 91, 89, and the average carry value is 91!

And Chen Yi's results in the three games were 95, 95, and 97, and the average carry score was 95.67!

That's a full four points off!

"Strength suppression, I already have a premonition of who the ice bird's god position is."

"Unbelievable, even the horse is four points behind, what's the point of me waiting for ordinary people to keep it?"

"Forget it, go home and wash and sleep!" The surrounding contestants were so jealous that their eyes were red, and some were in resentment, born at the wrong time, and encountered two powerful and perverted gods in a row.

"Perverted, it's a pervert!" Annoyed, Sally picked up the pen on the floor, took notes, and hurried away.

After the player behind him was amazed, he turned his gaze to Lily to the side.

"This girl is not bad, 10/4/5, it seems that there are no small people around the god!"

"Mmmm, yes, chick, your teammates are asking you to support, speed go down the road, you can hit all the way to the high ground in the next lane!"

"That's right, you can push, watch out for the hammerstone! Pretty! Lily was surrounded by a large crowd of people, her little face was flushed, and many good players gave her advice, and the situation was getting smoother and smoother, and she was about to win.

Chen Yi glanced at it with a light smile, then stood up and prepared to leave.

"Great God, leave a contact information!"

"Great God, do you accept apprentices? Do you play boosting? Playing professionally? ”

"Make a friend, brother!" In the warm greetings of the surrounding players, Chen Yi squeezed out of the crowd and left alone.

It wasn't until he walked out of the arena that there were many players behind him to bid him farewell, this feeling of being surrounded made Chen Yi only smile bitterly in his heart, and finally he didn't think about how high the carry value was, he thought it was still about 95, but it turned out to be a 97 score, which accidentally made a fuss.

After leaving the arena, Chen Yi went to pick up Alvin as usual, and along the way, many players had already finished the game, and all of them were discussing the carrying value.

"Ah, it's hopeless, I'm handicapped, and the average score of the three is 53."

"Don't pretend to be forced, Lao Tzu 35 didn't say anything, you're 53 content!"

"I heard that our Nasus has a high of 85 in the field, and the average carry score is more than 80, it's scum!"

"That must be a god, those who can go to eighty are perverts, and they can't lose one of the three, the king bureau has such a high carry score, it's really a dog!" Chen Yi listened to the conversation of the people around him, and couldn't help frowning, he was perverted in 80, what the hell is his 95 score?

Soon, he walked to the front of Alwin's arena, where the game was over, and he was standing in the doorway looking anxiously around.

Because of Alwin's outstanding appearance and noble temperament, many passing players looked at her, and sometimes some people came forward to harass her, but she politely refused.

"Boss!" As soon as he saw Chen Yi's figure, Alvin ran over happily, his steps were brisk, like a fluttering white butterfly, Chen Yi knew at a glance that Alvin must have achieved very good results.

After running over, Alvin smiled very sweetly and begged, "Boss, how many carry scores do you guess I have?" ”

"How much?" Chen Yi smiled and walked back to communicate with her.

"Guess what!"

“70？”

"No, no, no."

“75？”

"Not really!"

"Is it 80?"

"Hee-hee, tell you, I'm 85!" Alvin grinned and walked around him, looking extremely happy.

"Awesome." Chen Yi did not hesitate to praise himself, and the latter was even more cheerful, running around, passing by the flowering bushes, and bowing his head to smell it, and the joy was almost announcing to the world that my score was 85.

Chen Yi looked at the innocent and lively Alvin with a faint smile, but he couldn't help but think of Wen Jing in his mind.

At that time, Wen Jing was also so pretty, giving people infinitely beautiful reverie in her innocence, but I don't know why, Chen Yi felt that he was no longer the same self he used to be, looking at this equally beautiful scene, but he just smiled and fell in love like a passerby.

After returning to the hotel, Sloch and the others came back one after another, and Qu Chenxi was the last to come back. As soon as he came in, Qu Chenxi scolded and said, "I'm rubbing, what kind of pit goods, I almost lost Lao Tzu!" ”

"Lost?" Hearing the latter's words, Chen Yi raised his head and asked worriedly.

"Haha, boss, have you been deceived, tell you, I'm 86.5, you?? Palm! Qu Chenxi suddenly showed a hippie smile, and said as if the treacherous plan had succeeded.

"Hehe." Lei Ting complained casually.

"Boss, how much is your carry worth?" After Qu Chenxi finished speaking, he asked Chen Yi with a wink.

"Not lower than you anyway." Chen Yi replied with a smile, but he didn't say anything about his carrying results, mainly because he was afraid of scaring these friends.

"It's boring!" Qu Chenxi sat on the stool and replied tastelessly. Chen Yi smiled dumbly, and then said: "Okay, everyone's performance is good, Sloch 89.53, Lei Ting 87.24, Erwin 85.78, in short, there is no problem for everyone to enter the finals!" ”

"I knew it was like this!" Qu Chenxi laughed.

"But Chen Yi, you also talk about your carry value, keep your teammates behind? It's too insincere! Sloch asked curiously, as the nominal captain, he was still very concerned about Chen Yi's carrying results.

Chen Yi glanced at Qu Chenxi with a light smile, and then said, "It's not high, it's only 95." ”

"95, Nima Dan ......" Qu Chenxi was so frightened that he sat on the ground, fell and fell on his back.

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