The night before the competition, the five of them were in a hotel room discussing strategy.
This feeling was like the eve before a big exam, full of tension and anticipation.
âDamn, Iâm a bit flustered! The fatty drank his fifth bottle of Coke as he looked at them and said, âIt canât be that Iâll flash into a wall tomorrow, right! No.....I feel that Iâll get nothing in the end......No, no, I have to watch their videos again.â
âThereâs no use praying right now.â Luo Qing Chen gave a chuckle, âIn this situation, it wonât affect the ending if we watch one more video.â
This was like reading one thing before the exam, it wouldnât affect your final grade.
Because you already had what you should have and you couldnât remember what you didnât have with just a single look.
âTell me.....if we lose this time......â The fatty scratched his head, âWouldnât we be cursed to death when we get back!â
After all, todayâs honour didnât belong just to their team, it belonged to their country.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
âWe donât have a path of retreat.â Luo Qing Chen said with eyes filled with determination, âI want to take back the championship.â
Ye Qian Hun turned to look at her serious eyes and he revealed a pampering smile.
He once thought that Sacrificing Gods was the luckiest person in the world since he met Feng Wu Yue.
But now he felt that he was the luckiest person in the world because he had Luo Qing Chen.
Sacrificing Gods was right, the past loss didnât matter since he didnât meet that person yet.
But when she stood on the stage, she could feel the tension in the air.
Since this was Fnaticâs home court, all the fans sitting in the crowd belonged to them. This was their home court advantage.
They had lost the first game.
When they were preparing for the second game, everyoneâs expression was a bit solemn.
âI couldnât take the tower just now.â Sacrificing Gods rubbed his forehead and said, âIâm sorry, Iâm sorry.â
âNo, it was my problem.â Feng Wu Yue pursed her lips and said, âIf I had used my ult earlier, god Qian wouldnât have died.â
âWhat are you fighting about?â The fatty patted their shoulders, âIâm the one who isnât as good as everyone else.â
Ye Qian Hun looked at them with a faint smile, âDonât worry, the mid lane will carry the next game, just relax and play!â
âAh?â Luo Qing Chen was stunned. She thought that Ye Qian Hun would say that he would carry, but he was saying she would?!
Was there a problem with this personâs brain.....Oh, no, it should be a big problem.
She turned to Ye Qian Hun and said, âItâs clear the ADC who should carry!â
âAlright! If I carry, what reward will you give me?â
âOh.â There was a gasp from the room and the tense atmosphere had disappeared.
âWeâll talk after we win!â Luo Qing Chen revealed a smile and she couldnât stop a blush appearing on her white face.
When the second game began, the enemies looked very relaxed. After all, they had won rather easily in the first game, so they were smiling like they had already won.
An unhappy voice came from the fatty in the voice comm, âWhat do we do? Seeing their happy smiles, I really am angry.â
âThen turn your anger into fighting will and CS properly!â Feng Wu Yue didnât forget to remind the fatty.
After all, they were a point behind, so they had to play at 120% in order to win!
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