Father Qiao: Humble, weak, and pitiful.

The next few rounds were all in response to what Qiao Huan said.

It should be said that it is not much different from the win or loss speculated by Qiao Huan.

Once or twice is a coincidence, but being able to point out and analyze an event like the KPL, Gao Yuan couldn't help but look at Qiao Fan a few more times.

Although the game operation of Gao Yuan is not as good as that of professional players, he is also at the level of a king, but his age is limited by hand speed, and his own tactical awareness is considered the top in the glory of kings.

But even so, he could only speculate on the general direction.

And Qiao Huan's opening is sure, and he will give guidance.

It's a pity not to be a commentator or coach with such a consciousness!

Thinking so, the game has reached match point.

3:3。

The final game is the winner.

In the first game of the playoffs, one is the three-time champion NSK, and the other is the rookie team, which is showing its edge.

The god who was watching the game offstage looked at the big screen and was in a trance.

It was the same scene at this time last year.

At that time, he was still a member of NSK, and when he first entered the playoffs, he encountered a three-time champion in the god realm.

There is no peerless god realm, and the god realm is unparalleled.

When the outside world is not optimistic, NSK never backs down.

Same 3:3.

"Little brother, may I ask, do you know where to see the host?"

Just when the god was immersed in the past, an uncle next to him suddenly opened his mouth to talk.

"Host?" Yushen thought for a while, saw that the uncle was still carrying the bag of the ISH support club in his hand, and said, "The hosts are all backstage." ”

The uncle was puzzled: "Could it be that the achievement has been in the background all the time?" ”

"Are you looking for the host for something?" It's rare for Goshen to see someone so old and come to see e-sports.

"It's okay, it's okay." The uncle hurriedly waved his hand.

Both of them are standing in the back row, Yushen doesn't want to be recognized by fans, and Qiao's father doesn't want to be in a group of female fans.

Before the last game began, Mijin turned on his phone and wanted to listen to the commentary.

On the live broadcast, the commentary was reviewing the previous game, and Qiao's father saw Qiao Fan at a glance.

Father Qiao: "Little brother, where are you looking here?" ”

Yushen said patiently: "This can be seen from the game, or it can be a live broadcast of Yunyue." ”

Seeing Qiao's father's confused eyes, Yushen said in his heart that it was not easy for uncle to watch e-sports these days, so he said, "I'll help you." ”

Qiao's father hurriedly took out his mobile phone, "Thank you." ”

So, Qiao's father took the royal god's mobile phone, looked at Qiao Huan on it, and then looked at the headphone cable.

Mijin: "...... Listen together. ”

Father Qiao cast an appreciative look at the royal god.

The two stood in the back row, and Yushen helped Qiao's father download the game and Yunyue live broadcast.

By the way, WeChat was also added.

"If there's anything you don't understand, you can ask me." Mijindo.

"Thank you, thank you." At the beginning of the game, Qiao's father watched the live broadcast without Qiao Fan, and asked, "Why can't I see the host here?" ”

"That's the commentary." Migami explained, "It's like a commentator in a soccer game. ”

As soon as he said this, Qiao's father understood, "So that's the case!" ”

Migami saw some clues and asked, "Are you a Phantom Firefly fan?" ”

"Huh?"

"It's the female narrator just now."

Qiao's father said proudly: "That's my daughter, it's good-looking, right?" ”

Mikami: ?!

I haven't seen Phantom Firefly yet, but I met Phantom Firefly's father first?!

Father Qiao listened to the commentary and asked, "This is the last game?" ”

Migami nodded, "Yes." ”

Qiao's father looked at the live broadcast in him and said, "Thank you today, then I'll go first, and I'll pick up Xiaophantom later." Next time, I will treat you to dinner. ”

Mijin: "...... You're welcome, trifle. ”