In the next two games, HG felt like he had lost his soul.

In the second game, the sky collapsed at the beginning and collapsed to the end.

In the third game, the advantage was sent back, and the disadvantage was brainless. Few people still fight in team battles, and they always die violently when they face the grass.

During the halftime show, the young lady's face was like ashes.

"What's wrong with you?"

Yu Wenwen waved her hand in front of the young lady.

"I'm dead, please close my coffin board."

The young lady slumped in her chair with her arms covering her eyes.

Yu Wenwen patted her shoulder, her nose was sore, and she was comforting herself, and said, "It's okay, there's another one." ”

"Four wins in seven games in the finals, let three chase four in a dream." The young lady was crying, and her words were full of helplessness and sadness.

Yu Wenwen rubbed his eyes and didn't say anything more.

The mobile phone in her pocket rang again, it was Lin Shenxia who sent her a message.

Lin Shenxia: The New Year's Day rehearsal was held in our classroom at 9 a.m. on Sunday.

Yu Wenwen: Okay.

Lin Shenxia: The dress for the rehearsal has been borrowed, where are you? I'll send it to you.

Yu Wenwen: I'm in Fuqing Gymnasium, I'll go home after watching the game, you send me the location, I'll come and get it.

Lin Shenxia: Yang Tianming and I are also in the Fuqing Gymnasium, and when the competition is over, we will wait for you at the exit.

Yu Wenwen: Okay.

Put away the phone, the game has come to the fourth game, and the players on both sides of the stage have taken the stage.

The narrator said: "This game is a life-and-death game for HG, they can only continue to fight if they win, and for WG, winning this game is the fastest step for them to become champions." ”

"All five WG players have appeared, and the support on the HG side has been changed from Hard to Mubei, can the newcomer assist Mubei withstand the pressure to win this game for the team?"

The narrator's voice trembled a little.

The young lady sat up, with tears in the corners of her eyes, and said in despair: "Mubei, the hero spoon, will only be Da Qiao and Sun Bin, I'm afraid that Hard's mentality collapsed and was temporarily pulled up." ”

"When substitutions are played, WG will be difficult to target."

Knowing that changing battles on the spot would be a taboo for soldiers, Yu Wenwen still found countless reasons to convince himself, believing that HG would pull back a game.

The young lady glanced at her and did not speak again.

The BP of both sides lit up on the big screen.

Blue side: HG, red side: WG

In the first round, the blue side bans Dunshan and Gongsun Li, and the red side bans Sun Bin and Shiranui dance

The top three of the blue side pick Ma Chao, Zhu Bajie and Sun Shangxiang.

The first three picks on the red side, Marco Polo and Shangguan Wan'er

"Get the shooter for Hope again, this one is absolutely gone."

The young lady covered her mouth, tears rolling in her eyes.

Yu Wenwen's heart has no bottom.

In the first three games, WG used to grab instead of ban or ban instead of grab, forcing HG to give Hope the shooter, and the same routine was staged again in this game.

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that Hope's marksman proficiency is really not good, and their operation today is sleepwalking.

In the second round, the blue side bans Lao Fuzi and Taiyi Zhenren, and the red side bans Daqiao and Jiang Ziya.

Blue square pick Guiguzi, Wang Zhaojun.

Red Fang Pick Miyamoto Musashi, Master Luban.

HG final lineup: Ma Chao and Sun Shangxiang on the side, Bajie on the wild boar, Guiguzi on the auxiliary, and Wang Zhaojun on the middle lane

WG final lineup: Wing Yao and Marco Polo, jungler Miyamoto Musashi, auxiliary Master Lu Ban, and Guan Wan'er in the middle lane

The narration said: "The fourth game of the KPL Autumn Finals, the blue side HG, the red side WG. ”

Surrounded by the cheering and shouting of fans on both sides, the camera swept over the players of both sides.

Hope looked up, his lips closed, and his deep eyes reflected the light of the stars, like a lost lamb, not knowing where to go.

Yu Wenwen looked at Hope's expressionless face, a little distracted, and remembered the promise that had been forgotten in the long river of memory.

It was March of that year.

She is still a living Jiang Shiyu.

Dad brought a teenager over to meet her.