Commentator B glanced at him, and his face was full of words: I suspect that you are peeking at crispy duck literature behind my back, but I have no evidence.

On the field, the two macho men of the LGM team had already rushed into the room under the cover of smoke bombs.

Lang Qiao had already laid an ambush, but her two fists were no match for four hands, and just when she knocked down the two people who rushed to the room by going around the room, the sniper who was ambushed in the opposite building also shot her head.

The moment he fell to the ground, Lang Qiao slammed the table angrily, a little regretful that he couldn't make up for the two people he had already knocked down.

And on the commentary platform, the two commentators were also regretful.

"Lang Yu's temptation to make this wave of substitutions can't be counter-beaten, but it's already great that a pair of three can knock down two!" Commentary A.

"The sniper of the LGM team has already gone upstairs, and if the other two teammates are helped up by him, the situation on the field will instantly change from three to two!" Commentary on Road B.

In their eyes, the knocked out Lang Qiao is basically a dead man.

Lang Qiao's HP was getting less and less, and the other party's sniper had already pushed the door in, rushing all the way to the second floor with the sound of 'da-da-da' footsteps.

And the first moment he entered the room, he pulled the trigger on Lang Qiao's head.

After a 'bang' of gunshots, Lang Qiao's eyes widened as he watched as the enemy's head was pierced by bullets, bursting with green blood and turning into boxes along with his other two teammates who had been knocked out.

And on the hillside not far away, Ji Shao threw away the AWM in his hand, and said with a muffled smile in a deep voice: "I'm sorry for keeping you waiting." ”

AWM, the king of snipers, has a long range, a fast rate of fire, a small fall, and high damage.

Because the opposing sniper was killed by him first, the bullet that hit Lang Qiao was judged invalid by the system.

[Good luck, eat chicken tonight!] 】

The moment the golden page popped up, the scene erupted in thunderous cheers.

The two commentators also woke up like a dream, and said in unison: "Let's congratulate the GNM team for winning the championship of this year's PDL Spring Tournament and qualifying for the PCL!" ”

On the LED screen at the scene, a full documentary exclusive to their team was also played.

This is the material that the competition team has collected over the course of a season.

In the documentary, there is the demon king who secretly sticks the muscle internal effect patch behind his teammates, Gatling who forces himself to throw thunder over and over again in the training camp after killing his teammates with thunder, there are those who are silent and almost never absent from training, there is Lang Qiao who gets up early day after day in order to compare the demon king, and Ji Shaoyi who can't even take care of food when he is training.

From the beginning of the season to the end of the season, their training footage every day was recorded by the camera, like a flip book, quickly turning through frame by frame, until the final picture was frozen.

On the pure white screen, a row of large black characters with dragons flying and phoenixes dancing is played.

It's not that we don't get tired, we just want to win too much.

On the stage, this group of teenagers who wanted to win too much had already hugged each other excitedly, yelling and venting indiscriminately, and only then reached out to hold up the trophy under the reminder of the host.

The GNM fans in the barrage have already gone crazy with joy.

[Ahhh Come out and get beaten! 】

[It's not that they won't be tired, they just want to win too much, woo woo I stepped on the horse and burst into tears in a second, it can be seen from Sister Lang and Ji Shao's ability to control all kinds of cold weapons that they have worked hard behind their backs. 】

[Woo woo woo if my demon king cub was still here! ] I don't know if he will cry after winning the championship! 】

[The demon king cub has such a good face, he will definitely cry secretly behind our backs! ] 】

And on the podium, Ji Shao rubbed Lang Qiao's head hard.

Lang Qiao kept his head down and didn't react at all.

Ji Shaoyi squatted down, wanting to see what was going on with her.

As a result, he probed to the left, and Lang Qiao twisted his face again, and he probed to the right, and Lang Qiao twisted his face to the left again. Nine cakes in Chinese

After repeating the cycle several times, Ji Shao smiled.

There was a bit of ridicule in the clear and casual voice: "You won't cry, will you?" ”

In the next second, he saw that his family's Langjun's ears had turned pink at a speed visible to the naked eye, but he still didn't admit it: "No!" ”

'Click', a drop of warm liquid smashed straight onto the back of Ji Shaoyi's hand.

Lang Qiao was stunned for a moment, and was about to wipe it, but Ji Shaoyi held his hand and said with a smile: "Then what is this?" Saliva? ”

As she spoke, the hand still dangled in front of her eyes.

Lang Qiao: "......" God fucking saliva.

She sniffed, and just as she wanted to continue arguing, she felt an itch in her waist.

Ji Shaoyi's fingertips were a little warm, rubbing against her slippery skin, which instantly aroused goosebumps all over her body.

"What are you doing!" Lang Qiao knocked away his messy hand, and his voice was a little muffled from crying.

Ji Shaoyi played a hooligan with a straight face: "Look at your coveting my beauty, my saliva comes out, satisfy you." ”

Seeing that he was going to make trouble again, Lang Qiao's face turned red in a hurry: "This is not saliva!" ”

"What's that?"

"I'm just ......" Lang Qiao's fingers unconsciously tugged at the zipper of his coat, and he snorted for a long time before finally holding back a sentence: "I'm just getting my eyes into bricks." ”

As a real man, it is impossible for her to cry, and it is impossible for her to cry in this life!

Crying in bed doesn't count!

As soon as Ji Shao looked at her cloud-like crimson face, he knew what was going on in her little brain.

And what can he do? He could only pat the head of the little girl in his family who was embarrassed to admit that he was even embarrassed to cry, and said in a low voice: "Lang Jun, it's not ashamed to cry when you are moved by your efforts." ”

Lang Qiao nodded, and just as he was about to say, 'I know', he heard him add narcissistically: "It's like I cry every morning when I look in the mirror and cry about my handsomeness." ”

Lang Qiao: "......" God is fucking handsome crying.

The whole paragraph collapsed.

The fans in the live broadcast room have already been sweetened by their interaction.

[Ahhhh Gatling hugged me and waited for me to cry silently, but what are you doing Ji Shao! 】

[emmm Ji Shao forcibly rubbed Sister Lang's head and made Sister Lang angry and crying? ] 】

[Hahaha, God fucking made Sister Lang cry, obviously Sister Lang was moved to tears by that bitter documentary, Ji Shao is coaxing, right? ] 】

[Ahhhh Lang Ji lonely to the master lock! 】

[Woo woo, I suspect that they have been back together behind our backs a long time ago, but I have no proof! 】

[Kneeling and begging the host of the post-game interview, the young lady, to help us ask us what the relationship between the two of them is! ] 】

[Kneel and beg +1.] 】

[Kneel and beg +10086.] 】

[Kneel and beg + ID number! ] 】

……

After receiving the trophy, the four members of the GNM team came to the post-race interview table under the guidance of the staff.