"Holy!"

Zhu Erqing, who was sitting in the training room of the professional team, heard the words from the computer open behind him, his face turned pale, and he stood up after slapping the table.

Even their coach couldn't hide the expression on his face that he wanted to laugh, he coughed, sorted out his thoughts, and opened the microphone in his live broadcast room.

"Hey, don't go too far with the one next door, who do you say to level up? Who do you say to play with? Am I so low? I'm a pro team, okay? I'm professional! Also, the three of you have cooperated for so long and have such a tacit understanding, we are 4......

"Please Melt the Sniper God" 86 is in the middle of the hand, please wait a moment,

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