As soon as the result of the third sign comes out, the number of the note in the last round ball does not matter. ○

The back team drew 4.

The signature number of the Royal Court team is 3.

The lottery number of the pump team is 1.

Then the results of the semifinals of the semifinals have come out, and the number in the small round ball in the hand of the captain of the ghost team, the champion of your province, must be 2, and it will directly play against the No. 1 pump team.

The remaining two teams, No. 3 and No. 4, will also have to play another set of semi-finals.

Team Back vs Team Wangting!

The moment the answer was clear, the live players and audience who came back to their senses were all boiling!

Applause, cheers, screams, and so on, the sensational reaction almost toppled the ceiling of the entire competition venue!

The previous tangled mentality disappeared at this moment, and the on-site players and viewers at this moment only knew one thing-

They have been worried about the battle between the two factions in the imperial capital and the magic capital for so long, and the two teams that are currently recognized as the strongest in the selection tournament are about to start a round of peak competition in this semi-finals!!

And as the audience, they will also see the most exciting showdown!!

Damn, hit it early and hit it late...... Aren't they all about fighting?

That's for the best!

Crisp enough!!

……

Offstage, on the side of the royal court's team.

Looking at the No. 3 sign held by their captain on the stage, several team members looked at each other and smiled bitterly:

"It's still going to be right......"

The archer took a deep breath: "Damn, why do you feel so nervous." ”

The prime minister of the jungler sneered: "Come early and come late, you will come after all, let's let the back team see who is the strongest team in this LSP selection tournament!" ”

The auxiliary crusader gritted his teeth and was ruthless: "Damn, this time Lao Gong and I have just gone down the road with them!" ”

The eyes of the royal guards who put up the order flashed: "The potato they put on the order...... I'm not going to let him take advantage of it online! ”

For a while, the people of the royal court team, which represented the strongest level of the imperial capital, burst out with unprecedented fighting spirit and fighting spirit.

Anyway, you can't dodge, there will be a war after all.

Then let's have a good fight!

At the same time, the vibe on the back team's side is similar.

"Oooh! My fighting spirit is starting to burn! ”

The potato rolled up his sleeves and stretched his arms in a troubled manner.

Qiao Xin smiled: "It's better to face up early, if you win the royal team, you can basically announce your entry into LSP." ”

The electric magnetic rod smiled: "What is LSP, it's just a springboard - let's go back and enter the LPL league in one go." ”

Jiang Ran didn't speak, but the flame of battle intent burning and boiling like essence in his eyes was already able to explain it.

……

Also on the side of the back team, Qi Wu, who was originally standing with a few people, quietly retreated to the corner of the side after seeing the final result of the draw, and then picked up his mobile phone and dialed a number.

Toot-toot-toot-toot-

The phone is connected.

"Hey, Brother Zhao?" Qi Wu lowered his voice.

Zhao Haisong's voice came from the other end of the phone: "Ah Wu? Didn't you stay with Team Back, how did you go in the quarterfinals today? ”

As soon as he came up, he directly asked about the battle situation, and it could be seen that Zhao Haisong was also extremely concerned about this matter.

Qi Wu laughed: "Need to talk about the quarterfinals? 3-0 straight down! ”

Zhao Haisong was pleasantly surprised: "It's three to zero again?" Well done! When you come back from the imperial capital, Brother Zhao will pick up the wind and wash the dust for you! ”

Qi Wu lowered his voice again and said, "Let's not talk about this first, the group draw for the semifinals just now, the results are out......"

Zhao Haisong heard the subtle change in Qi Wu's tone, and immediately reacted: "What's the matter, is there anything wrong with the lottery?" ”

Qi Wu shook his head again and again: "It's not a problem, it's not an accident, it's just ...... Let's back team, and the semi-finals are in a group with that royal team. ”

Suddenly, the voice on the other end of the phone was quiet for a moment.

Then, I heard Zhao Haisong's voice sound again: "That royal court team in the imperial capital? ”

Qi Wu nodded: "Yes." ”

Zhao Haisong confirmed repeatedly: "The royal court sponsored by Zhike? ”

Qi Wu was helpless: "Otherwise, which one else can it be......"

Zhao Haisong's voice on the other end of the phone was another pause, and he continued: "Okay, I know, you let the BACK team Lin Xiao and them continue to work hard, they are only one step away from advancing to LSP, this battle must be won." ”

In the last sentence, Zhao Haisong also accentuated his tone.

Qi Wu nodded vigorously: "Don't worry, Brother Zhao!" When the time comes, just wait for the good news! ”

……

S City, the headquarters of the Scorpio Group.

Zhao Haisong in the office hung up the phone, and then stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window and pondered quietly for a while, the light in his eyes flickered slightly.

Then, as if having made a decision, he strode straight out of his office.

37th Floor, Group Headquarters, Vice President's Office.

The deputy general secretary at the door of the office saw Zhao Haisong, who was walking quickly out of the elevator, and quickly stood up: "Mr. Zhao." ”

Nodding at the secretary, Zhao Haisong asked, "Is Mr. Mu inside?" ”

The secretary nodded: "Yes, Mr. Mu should be fine at this time, is there anything wrong with Mr. Zhao?" ”

Zhao Haisong nodded: "Well, I'll go in and say it myself." ”

Then he walked to the door of his office, took a breath to calm down, and reached out and knocked softly.

Immediately, an old and neutral voice came from inside the door:

"Come in."

Zhao Haisong pushed the door in.

The area of the vice president's office is not large, a desk and a few potted plants, and a calligraphy and painting with the word "falcon" on the wall.

Zhao Haisong subconsciously stood up straight, and then looked at the old man sitting at the desk:

"Mr. Mu."

The old man was about sixty years old, wearing a pair of simple and simple wood-framed glasses, and when he heard Zhao Haisong's voice, he raised his head, helped his glasses, and cast his eyes lightly:

"Haisong, is there something wrong?"

The tone was calm and his expression was indifferent, but people subconsciously felt a majesty of the old man's self-righteousness.

Zhao Haisong nodded and said truthfully: "Well, it's about the group's previous investment in sponsoring a professional e-sports team-"

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Update sent, this chapter is a bit late...... Sorry, sorry