Seventeen, this number of kills can be put in the single row of PUBG, and it can be mixed with the name of a master so-so, let alone in the four-person cooperative platoon.

"Did you win?" Song Yijie asked.

Gong Moliang, who was thinking about how to choose a point in the last wave of safety zones, paused, "I can only say that I am temporarily ahead." ”

Song Yijie, who had full confidence in Gong Moliang, didn't remember the number of enemies killed by the mysterious master, and looked at the upper right corner in addition to his own team There were five survivors, and the heart that had been relieved was raised again.

"How much lead is there for the time being?"

Looking at the panicked Song Yijie, Gong Moliang, who was not in a hurry for the emperor and the eunuch, finally let out a bad breath, but he didn't continue to hang him, "No more, no less, just one." ”

"Ahh Song Yijie took off his headphones and poked his ears with his fingers, "I only heard you crackling on that mountain just now, how could you only be one ahead?" ”

Then, Song Yijie gradually figured out a terrible fact, "You mean that if we hadn't robbed these heads, we would have lost with the remaining five alone?!" ”

Gong Moliang's face seemed to be calm, but in fact, like Song Yijie, he had already set off stormy waves.

Gong Moliang once thought that he was infinitely close to the top of the pyramid, but this gamble that he was inadvertently involved in made him deeply understand what it means to have mountains outside the mountains and heavens outside the sky.

"Relax, aren't we still ahead, as long as the remaining five people don't line up to be shot over there, our victory is still bigger than the other party."

Gong Moliang seemed to comfort Song Yijie, but in fact, after the whole game, there was no more inside and outside the game, he was comforting himself.

The fingers holding the mouse retracted one after the other, picked them up and flicked their wrists, drew a circle on their necks counterclockwise, and finally closed their eyelids, plunging themselves into darkness.

Five seconds later, Gong Moliang opened his eyes again, his gaze was like a dragon!

"Here we go."

On the other side, Fang Xiaobai also looked at the master Qin Ze, who was half-lying on the gaming chair and was about to slip under the table, straightened his waist, stretched his arms forward, and made his finger joints click.

"It's coming!"

The finals were on a hill around the airport, and Gong Moliang felt a little familiar, after all, his brain was running rapidly this night, and he was already under the weight of overload. The only strength left is enough to think about the future, and there is no way to find memories.

But Song Yijie suddenly screamed, "No, isn't this the scene of Wei Shen's Waterloo tonight, like, it's too similar, it's exactly the same!" ”

The speaker was unintentional, the listener was intentional, Gong Mo's conscience moved, and he asked without changing his face, "Is the Wei Shen you said a very powerful anchor?" ”

Song Yijie's tone was not very friendly, "Anchor? Hmph, do you think my idol is such a superficial person? The anchor is just his side hustle, his real identity is a PUBG professional player, and last year he even raised his country's prestige at the International Chicken Invitational Tournament hosted by Korea, and another domestic team pooped and peed on the heads of those sticks, winning the championship and runner-up. This is an unprecedented feat in our domestic e-sports! ”

Gong Moliang originally wanted to ask, 'Actually, you think that the profession of anchor is superficial, why do you still encourage me.' ’

But the later paragraph made Gong Moliang, who already had half of his heart branded, ask, "Unprecedented, do you mean that our domestic players have never won the championship in Goryeo?" ”

Song Yijie was angry as soon as he talked about this, a big country with the largest population in the world, but he always couldn't raise his head in front of a small country, especially during the game, the spectators on both sides clashed, and the sticks always liked to use the humiliating title of "uncrowned king" to mock the dragon in the east, but you can't find a reason to refute it.

Those fans who are not in good shape and play similar excuses to make mistakes to coax their fans and the audience who have been looking forward to it year after year are okay, if they really open their mouths to outsiders, it will be a loss of the face of their ancestors.

"Champion? Do you know what these Asian neighbors say about us? ”

Gong Moliang frowned in advance, he knew that he wouldn't hear any good words next.

"We are playing hard, the giant next door is enjoying the game, and sure enough, the quality of life is high in the Heavenly Empire."

Song Yijie didn't finish speaking, and continued, "Don't worry, there are more to come." Thanks to the fact that these games were not developed by the Celestial Empire, otherwise we would have to live in the shadow of giants for the rest of our lives. ”

"Click!" Song Yijie picked up a pencil on the table at some point and broke it fiercely.

Gong Moliang was also indignant, but his excellent control made him look as usual from the outside. Only a meticulous person can detect intriguing from the violently undulating chest.

"Is all this true?" Gong Moliang's palms trembled, and he felt that the mouse was about to be unable to withstand his own strength.

That power is not called anger, it is called shame!

"Lie to you, will you be honest and feel at ease as an anchor?" Song Yijie even transferred his anger to Gong Moliang, because he felt that it was a talent like Gong Moliang, but he only cared about the immediate financial interests, put aside the grand cause of winning glory for the country, and let his talent be corrupted by money day by day.

Tipping? This was the work of beggars a hundred years ago! Their master is Han Man with the braid of ignorance and ignorance!

"Enough!" Gong Moliang finally let out a low roar.

Song Yijie just wanted to regret his previous anger, but Gong Moliang's voice returned to its former calmness, "I understand, it's almost time for a decisive battle, and the future will be left for later." ”

Straightening the headphones again, Gong Moliang's hand slowly stabilized. Taking a deep breath, the brightness of the screen is not as dazzling as his gaze!

'South 35.'

Gong Moliang, who quickly entered the state, looked up and found the enemy's whereabouts, if it was changed to the past, he would choose to stand still at this time, because to fight the snake is to hit seven inches, and if he can't die with one blow in the finals, he will inevitably be dragged into a situation that cannot be controlled.

But now, the wolf-like opponent is beside him, and Gong Moliang is no longer allowed to think too much about it.

"Bang!"

"Bang bang!"

Qin Ze is 98K, Gong Moliang is SKS, in a one-on-one head-to-head confrontation, before it started, Gong Moliang fell into the disadvantage.

"Haha, this idiot is still holding an SKS, we have won this bet."

After laughing for a long time, Lin Qitian, who found that there was only one voice of his own, looked at Kong Qingsong embarrassedly, and the latter looked at an idiot and said, "Can you have a little respect, this is a contest between two top masters, please shut your stinky mouth, if you really can't get out of this room." ”

The words he wanted to say were blocked in his throat, Lin Qitian desperately pulled out, his face turned purple, but after seeing the fat and huge back, he slowly died down.

"Yes."

A door was opened and closed, cutting off not only the people, but also the connected hearts.