Half an hour later. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The news came, it was 2-0 again, and in both games, Lu Ziqing advanced to the upper group with an absolute advantage!

It was almost expected, four consecutive battles, all of which were won by special guests, and as for the four private players who rose through the audition, they all failed in the first round of elimination.

Being able to be personally invited by the organizers to skip the audition and become a seeded player is in itself a symbol of strength.

Perhaps, if Zhang Haobai hadn't touched Zuo Wu in the first round, then this guy wouldn't have even had a chance.

Of course, since the final adopts a double-elimination system, the four players who enter the lower bracket, including Zhang Haobai, are not without a chance, as long as they can compete for the championship in the next lower bracket matches.

"Okay, that's all for today's game, thank you for watching, tomorrow at the same time, will bring you the second round of the competition, when not only the four special guests who entered the upper bracket will have a big battle, but also the loser's bracket will have a life-and-death battle, and two players will be eliminated."

"Yes, the new draw results have just come out, and now let's preview the process of tomorrow's game, what you see on the live broadcast screen is the game that will be played tomorrow."

"See you tomorrow at the same time."

………

Six p.m., hotel restaurant.

After watching the game, Zuo Wu went downstairs. At this time, I was holding a plate, found an empty seat with no one, and ate the buffet with relish.

About 5 minutes later, with a commotion around it, two beautiful scenery lines appeared in the restaurant.

I don't know if it's because of the narrow road or because of staying in the same hotel, no matter where Zuo Wu goes, he can always meet Mo Mengxian and Lu Ziqing, two delicate beauties.

Moreover, after the two girls finished cooking, they also walked in their direction.

Celebrities also eat buffets?

With such a thought, Zuo Wu pretended not to see it and buried his head in eating.

"Mr. Zuo Wu, do you have anyone here?" When the voice came, Zuo Wu looked up and found that it was Lu Ziqing, who was talking to him on weekdays.

"No, I'm alone." Zuo Wu replied truthfully, although it was not the first time he had heard Lu Ziqing's voice, it was the first time he had spoken to this big star with both voice and appearance so closely.

"Look, Sister Ziqing, I'll just say that this guy must have no one to accompany him." As Mo Mengxian spoke, she boldly put the dinner plate on the table and sat down unceremoniously.

Seeing this, Zuo Wu wanted to say that there was an empty seat next to him, but he couldn't exit after all.

Lu Ziqing sat down with him.

"Hey, surnamed Zuo, do you know who your next opponent is?" As soon as she took the first bite of food, Mo Mengxian couldn't help but find the topic, "It's Sister Ziqing, you have to be careful tomorrow, hum, if you are beaten by Sister Ziqing, an amateur, look where you professionals are still going!" ”

"When did I say I was a professional?" Zuo Wu glanced at him, he was not a professional in the first place, but he was just invited to participate.

Only professional players can be called professionals, right?

However, Mo Mengxian's next sentence made him a little unable to refute: "You are not a professional, then you are always a man, right?" It's always humiliating for a big man to be hung up and beaten by a little woman, right? ”

Zuo Wu was stunned for a moment, too lazy to fight with her for such a meaningless thing, and at the same time involuntarily glanced at Lu Ziqing next to him, and said in his heart, Is this Mo Mengxian just to be angry with herself, or is it really what she meant?

It is undeniable that Lu Ziqing's Ruiwen is very strong.

Zuo Wu watched her two games this afternoon, and after watching it, she came to the conclusion that judging from the use of Rui Wen alone, Lu Ziqing's strength may not be inferior to those female professional players in her previous life, and she can even be compared with the first person in Ningcheng, Zihuang Xian'er.

But, that's all, Mo Mengxian is whimsical that she can beat herself, but if she herself thinks that she can beat herself, it would be too naïve.

It's just that after looking at it for a while, Zuo Wu didn't see any useful information from this female star who was even more terrifying than Mo Mengxian. Lu Ziqing only cared about eating in small sips at this time, strictly abiding by the principle of eating without sleeping or sleeping, and occasionally wiping the corners of his mouth with a napkin, as if he hadn't heard the conversation between the two of them.

Unlike Mo Mengxian, who has studied abroad for many years and is not bound by rules, Lu Ziqing's family education and good habits cultivated over the years make her not easily make any out-of-the-ordinary moves.

Two words to describe it is politeness. Deeper, it is a kind of pride and indifference that rejects people from thousands of miles away.

In Zuo Wu's opinion, although Mo Mengxian spoke a little rushed, she was much easier to contact, at least she wouldn't let herself have this kind of feeling that someone was sitting in front of you, but it made you feel thousands of miles away.

"What do you see, I'm not afraid to tell you, Sister Ziqing is a thousand Ruiwen, and Ruiwen has even praised many professional players in one hand, what do you have to be proud of!" As if seeing through Zuo Wu's thoughts, Mo Mengxian snorted coldly.

"Pros?" Hearing this word, Zuo Wu glanced at Lu Ziqing in surprise.

But she was soon relieved, her father was Dean Jing Chu, and her brother was a top professional player, so it was not surprising that she had friends with some professional players with her status.

"Haha, now that you know you're scared, let's see!" Mo Mengxian snorted and began to be proud.

Zuo Wu didn't break it, after all, the person concerned was opposite him, and Lu Ziqing hadn't offended him, so he couldn't say anything.

It was Lu Ziqing, after putting down the chopsticks after eating, stared at Zuo Wu: "According to the draw, we will be opponents tomorrow." ”

"I'm not going to be soft." Zuo Wu raised his head, and the ghost made a god say such a sentence.

"Neither will I." Lu Ziqing was not surprised.

Here, how can it be like declaring war on each other?

By the time Zuo Wu, an otaku who had no social experience in his previous life and was bent on the game, reacted, Lu Ziqing had already gotten up and walked out of the door of the restaurant, leaving only a graceful back for countless men in the restaurant.

It was Mo Mengxian, who didn't forget to give Zuo Wu a demonstrative look before leaving, and then jumped up and down to catch up with Lu Ziqing, just like a lively little girl who was still in adolescence, and didn't care about the opinions of other customers at all.

Then, Zuo Wu also shook his head and left the restaurant.

。 (To be continued.) )