Outside the square in the center of the city, there are already standing spectators waiting to enter.

Each of them has the emblem of their team on their face.

There are also various ways to support, there are banners, there are cos, and some are rosy with excited faces.

Some fans set up an on-screen ad on the opposite side of the time slot to show everyone how great the person they liked.

The crowds, the bustle, and the unprecedented prosperity are the whole impression of the provincial competition.

It's just that some of the older people don't know what it's doing.

I thought it was a TV station that wanted to record a program or a star who was going to hold a concert.

Eight large screens in the arena landed at the same time, and each screen presented a different team picture.

Sound engineers, lighters, presenters, well-known commentators and even on-site control are all in place.

Countdown to one minute.

The backstage director made an OK gesture.

On-site tuning began to connect with the live broadcast platform.

30 seconds.

As the starting team, Hei Yan is already standing on the road of the game.

Mo Bei still seemed to be a shadow without a sense of existence, wearing a battle uniform, and his black broken hair was beaten down and covered his eyes, clean and cold.

But that kind of coldness and clarity can always catch people's attention as soon as they come out.

Five people, standing in a row, when the wind blows, agitating the coat always seems to remind people of the word youth.

When the time comes.

The team members sat down in front of their computers.

Tong put on black headphones.

It's just that according to the usual practice, the host has to introduce a few more sentences before he can open.

Feng Nai lowered his eyes and put a mint candy on his lips, and when he turned his face sideways, he seemed to glance at Mo Bei, and then threw the candy box over.

Mo Bei caught it and raised his eyebrows.

"Don't eat?" Feng Nai said carelessly.

The other team members think that their boss is really going to let others eat his candy!

Too much has changed!

The fans at the scene also saw it, and they only felt that this scene was very Su.

On the barrage, some discordant voices were still there: "Hei Yan actually dared to let Mo Nan play, he was really speechless, doesn't the organizing committee care?" ”

"I guess I'm still looking into things."

"Didn't you say that Monan had a shoulder injury?"

"Is there such a thing?"

"I heard that my friend's friend and Mo Nan are alumni, you said that if Mo Nan doesn't play well for a while, he shouldn't just push the pot and hurt his hand."

"It's possible, heh, it's true, it's just him."

"I don't admit it, I don't have any points in my heart, professional players still go to fight, now it's okay, if you hurt your hand, it will affect Heiyan."

These words are invisible to the players who play the game.

But right at the international airport in Springs.

On a business vehicle that had just picked up people.

Feng Yi, who had just landed, was watching the live broadcast of this game.

Originally, I was able to get to the venue before the game.

But once an international flight is delayed, it is not accurate.

It now takes at least more than an hour to get there from here.

Hand injuries.

This is the most poignant.

Because he understands what it means to be a pro.

It will definitely affect the state.

And the impact will be significant.

Those words on the barrage, Feng Yi is not worried, Feng Yi is worried that with Bey's character, he will not care about the injuries on his hands in order to win.

Just like that guy was back then.

Because on this battlefield, no one will remember the second.

Feng Yi stretched out his hand to turn off the barrage, and his eyes fell on the game page, the game had already begun, and the game ID of Mobei Xiangnan did not appear on it.