The eSports King’s Crush

The atmosphere of Black Flame has been wrong ever since they were in the rest room.

Mo Bei is a person who doesn't take "like" seriously.

So she is so cold-blooded that nothing around her will affect the game.

But even so, the mood will be different from usual.

Not to mention cats, cats and bears.

This happened so suddenly.

If it's before a game, professional teams will have relative psychological methods to relieve stress.

But as soon as I enter the venue, everything is different.

Irritability is inevitable.

Pros.

Not a man of God.

Winning or losing cannot be completely predicted.

How many people have been scolded to the point of wanting to end their careers because they lost.

How many people survived and became indestructible.

Simply like games?

That wasn't enough to get them this far.

The same goes for North.

What supports her is never just love.

Her eyes fell on her left hand.

Just don't play assassin.

If you stay in the left field, you won't be seen.

But in that case, unless she is not playing support...

"Hei Yan's mentality seems a little wrong."

"Have a good fight later."

"Captain, isn't it? Are we going to take advantage of this opportunity to march?"

The captain of Shang Shang glanced sideways: "Have I ever said this? The opponent's condition is not right. That is the opponent's business. What we have to do is to fight well."

"That's right." The man chuckled and said, "Thankfully there are not many people who like us, and the club is very famous."

The manager who was listening next to him had veins on his forehead. He couldn't bear it any longer: "There are so few people who like you. Is this a good thing? Also, you are not very famous! Even if you don't have a team like this!"

I'm just going to be pissed to death!

The most important thing is that standing next to him is Feng Yi, the advisor of the enemy team.

Bastards, can you let him gain some anger in front of his old friends!

"Manager Wu, you are still so energetic." Feng Yi pushed up his glasses, his smile not diminishing.

Wu Ming felt worried when facing this man: "Aren't you worried about Black Flame?"

"Of course I'm worried." Feng Yi sighed: "They are still children, how can they bear such a reputation."

Wu Minggang wanted to feel that this man finally had a conscience and no longer needed his business knowledge to judge the team.

I saw him smile slowly: "Old Wu, do you think I will be like this?"

Wu Ming stared, isn't it?

Feng Yi took off his glasses and wiped them slowly: "If even these psychological pressures cannot be resolved, then the captain is incompetent. I will find an opportunity to let Hei Yan replace the king."

Wu Ming opened his mouth: "K, is he really your nephew?"

"Although I don't want to admit it, it is true." Feng Yi put on his glasses again and smiled in a business-like manner: "Okay, there are still a lot of things to deal with outside. You have nothing to worry about when you know that the team you are going to fight is. .”

Wu Ming groaned: "Who do you look down on?"

"It's not that I'm looking down on you." Feng Yi glanced sideways: "The team you bring out will go all out. It's time to have a good team and let her find some fun in the battle."

he?

k?

Wu Ming was moved at first when he heard this.

It was only later that he reacted.

It's his uncle's business to let them serve as sparring partners.

He almost got caught up in Feng Hu's sweet talk again!

"Win the Black Flame!" Wu Ming had a dark look on his face when he faced his own team members.

"ah?"

Wu Ming: "We win, travel to Europe!"

"Is Lao Wu crazy?"

"It seems I must win the European tour!"