That was the picture shown by Ji Shaoyi's perspective.

Commentator A applauded on the spot, so excited that he almost broke his voice: "Let's congratulate Ji Shao on leading the team to win the first game by himself!" ”

Commentary B: "This is a real turnaround against the wind, and it is also a real PUBG!" ”

At the same time, this is also a game that is almost impossible to replicate in the chicken arena, and it will appear again and again in the god-level operation clips of netizens in the near future.

Together with other players who have already become gods.

This should have been a god reversal blown up by netizens, but there was little praise in the official live broadcast room.

[I can go to your mother's PUBG to survive, the single four-row is clearly made by himself! 】

[That thunder just now is a person who will throw it, right? ] It's just a matter of luck. 】

[What if you win?] Malicious killing of teammates can never be washed away. 】

[If he kills his teammates just to show off himself, it will only make me feel more disgusting.] 】

[Have you figured it out, are you all here embarrassed?] Isn't cyberbullying under the banner of justice called cyberbullying? 】

[Ahhh 】

[One thing to say, although someone who killed a teammate is lucky, there is indeed a problem with the position of the LGM team in the last wave, but if the station is dispersed, it will not be directly wiped out. 】

[Our season is less lucky? Hehehe, haven't you seen the bunch of serial heavenly curses in front of you? Or will I never wake up someone who is pretending to be blind? 】

[The sunspots in the barrage promised me that if you have money, you must buy a mobile phone that can watch the full version of the video, and by the way, if you can't use it with your eyes, you can also donate it to those in need. 】

……

With the congratulations of the two commentators, Team GNM jumped to the top of the standings.

The camera swept over the faces of the players one by one, and the four macho men of the LGM team were at a loss, and their faces were full of words: Who am I? Where am I? Why did the chicken that I had already eaten in my mouth suddenly fly?

Seeing that the LGM fans in the barrage were even more angry, they did not hesitate to add a lot of greeting barrages to Ji Shaoyi.

Until the camera swept to the seat of the GNM team-

The young man who contributed a god scene in his career debut not only did not have any pride on his face, but dropped his headphones and ran backstage like a gust of wind.

And he was followed by the pale-faced Demon King.

When Gatling's and I were halfway out, he pushed them away roughly.

"What do you help?" The Demon King glanced at them gloomily, and lifted the corners of his lips a little self-deprecatingly, "I didn't break my leg. ”

If that's the end of his career, then he wants to go cool.

The demon king looked around the stage for a week, and just wanted to insert a marquee-style memory killing in his mind, coupled with a more sensational and tear-jerking BGM, he was caught off guard by the collar.

Ji Shaoyi, who was in a hurry, didn't know when he turned back again, and relied on being a head taller than him, grabbed him by the collar and rudely ripped people off the stage.

"Where's your mother? Hurry up! ”

The memory that the demon king had just brewed was interrupted by him unexpectedly, and he was stumbled under his feet, and he suddenly became angry: "What the are you murderous?" ”

There are still his girlfriend's fans on the field, doesn't he want to lose face?

"What's wrong with you?" Ji Shaoyi raised his eyebrows, the strength in his hand was not loosened at all, and he dragged him to the backstage.

He spared no effort to mock: "Who taught you how to play when your hands are strained like this?" "Love the Book House

Don't look at his usual smile, he is kind and kind, and he is really ruthless.

The Demon King confronted him with his neck for a long time, and finally could only hang his head, like a defeated rooster, and was pulled back to the backstage stupidly.

In the lounge, Zheng Hang felt a 'chuckle' in his heart the moment he saw Ji Shaoyi leave in a hurry, and he had an ominous premonition.

He stood up with a 'rub', and before he could reach the door, he heard a 'bang' and the door of the lounge was kicked open.

Ji Shaoyi grabbed the collar of the demon king and threw the person in front of him, and said bluntly: "You tell him yourself." ”

"Brother Hang......" The Demon King's lips moved twice, and he saw Zheng Hang as if a child who had been bullied for a long time had finally met his parents, and his face was full of grievances.

"Needless to say." Zheng Hang glanced at his right hand, which was covered with kinesiologic patches, and already had the answer in his heart.

He reached out and rubbed the Demon King's hair, which was pressed by the headphones, and said in a low voice, "Brother Hang knows everything." ”

Everyone thought that as long as they were old enough, the Demon King would be able to soar into the sky.

But no one thought that before he could play, the hand in which he held the mouse was already useless.

Stepping into this circle too early, he is like a child who has strayed into the adult world, and with just his enthusiasm, he thinks he can fight against the whole world.

Just by virtue of a moment of righteousness, he dared to make a father-son match with the people who insulted their team behind their backs after losing the game without everyone knowing.

He thought he just had to subdue those people in the game, and they would apologize to his teammates.

Unexpectedly, from the beginning, those people didn't want to use games with him to decide the winner, but wanted to wrestle with him.

How painful is it to have your hand broken into a comminuted fracture?

The Demon King doesn't remember anymore.

Because the pain was worse than that, which had been with him for many years, he had already become numb.

At that time, their team was not doing well, and in order to stabilize the sponsors, the team suppressed the news of his injury.

Later, they were demoted from PCL, and the comment area under the team's official blog became a big stage for Zu'an, and even the young lady who was responsible for managing Weibo was sprayed and cried several times, and they didn't dare to reveal it.

Because when you lose, everything you say is like making excuses.

The sunspots will only think that they are hyping and selling miserably.

And the sympathy of those girlfriend fans, the demon king is not uncommon.

Except for the game, he spent most of his time rehabilitating, thinking that as long as he cooperated enough, he would one day break free from all the shackles of pain and have a good fight.

Until his teammates who gambled a hand on him said to run away.

Until their clan base moved from the big villa to the dilapidated old town.

Until Lang Qiao and Ji Shaoyi came.

It dawned on him that he was still young, but the team couldn't afford to wait.

His popularity is no longer enough to feed the entire team, and his value has long been squeezed out, and he may be replaced by Lang Qiao at any time.

As the first female professional player in the chicken eating circle, Lang Qiao's topicality and commercial value are obviously not comparable to his talented young man whose character has collapsed.

And game technology is his last bargaining chip.

As long as he has a better result than Langcho, then he can always be in the starting lineup.