Chapter 392: Team Little Overlord is going to fight 70 again
I saw that Xiao Er's skills were accurately thrown on Qinghui's body, and then Qinghui's set of skills recovered instantly.
When Zhu Shuo didn't have time to take away the remaining trace of Qinghui's blood.
Qinghui's set of skills has been pressed.
It can be said that Zhu Shuo's hand speed according to his skills is not at all comparable to Shang Qinghui.
And Qinghui and Xiao Er are really too tacit, both of them just calculated the time, it can be said that it is seamless, without delay at all.
The commentator was stunned for a moment, and quickly began to praise the cooperation ability of the SYJ team, joking that the two teams seemed to have a grudge, and this was still the team with the worst start among the SYJ teams.
In the non-finals before, SYJ had never beaten anyone like this.
It's just that Qinghui is a little crazy, and it really hurts to beat people.
“…… Tsk, is it so miserable? I shouldn't have offended Sister Hui before, right? "Not only were the commentators and the audience dumbfounded, but even the remaining three on the team were dumbfounded.
Originally, I wanted to go over to support, but if Qinghui hung up, I would also minimize the loss, but it didn't work out, and Qinghui Xiao Er solved the matter by himself.
"This is definitely going to be on the god operation list, tsk, don't mess with anyone and Sister Hui."
It's fierce, I beat you, and you can't take care of yourself in life.
"But then again, Sister Hui, captain, you two secretly made up classes behind our backs? Where does this level of tacit understanding come from? ”
This proficiency is simply excessive.
Xiao Er raised his eyebrows and glanced sideways at Qing Hui who was sitting beside him.
The little girl's side face was white and delicate, against the faint light on the computer screen, her snow-white fingertips were beating rapidly on the keyboard, and a pair of godless round eyes reflected the game screen.
Looks so good.
Although this seems to be an illusion......
Xiao Er smiled faintly, his voice was lazy and cold, and he said lightly in the team channel, "Guess? ”
All:......
You see, these people are very excessive.
And what was advertised was simply the final of the battle of the century, but in fact it was not so difficult to separate.
Qinghui doesn't hold grudges, it's the kind of type that makes it difficult for people to parry, not to mention that Qinghui has a grudge, all the malice is to greet you, and people can't bear it at all.
Zhu Shuo never thought that after he provoked Qinghui, he would be held for so long, and then he would be targeted madly in the finals.
In the end, he collapsed to the death, and the whole team also collapsed, and finally lost the first game.
It wasn't long, a little shorter than the normal game time, more than thirty minutes in total, and the battle was over.
At this moment, the mentality of the TLM team is not too collapsed, after all, the best-of-five system gives them room to make mistakes in one game, and it is nothing to feel what Qinghui's situation is.
After the first game, coaches and data analysts on both sides went on the pitch to do simple data analysis and tactical adjustments.
After playing the professional game, Zhu Shuo, who was beaten so badly for the first time, was still a little unable to come back to his senses, his expression looked a little wilted, he subconsciously raised his eyes and looked in the direction of Qinghui.
I saw that Qinghui was just sitting in his seat, his white little face was a little irritable, his cheeks were slightly bulging, and he was pinching his fingers.
Xiao Er next to him seemed to whisper.
Qinghui raised his eyes, glanced at Xiao Er, and then stuffed his little paw into Xiao Er's hand with peace of mind.