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Can't sit any longer. Ye Xiu touched the seats for the competition, wondering if he could buy a chair for free as a souvenir, this chair is quite comfortable...

Ye Xiu took one last look at the position, smiled, shook his head, turned around and walked out of the competition seats.

"Eh? You guys came out so early...Eh?" Ye Xiu was stunned for a moment. The moment he walked out of the game stand, other people who had already come out, as well as the main players of the Huaxia national team who were waiting in the preparation stand also rushed. When he came up, everyone couldn't help but lift him up directly, and threw him upwards forcefully.

"Eighth-level Fighter's Will, you bastard, are you crazy!" Fang Rui shouted excitedly, "You're absolutely crazy!"

"Great, really great, really great." Zhang Jiale shouted with a smile.

Su Mucheng quietly looked at the hero-like Ye Xiu in the center with her hands behind her back. No, he is a hero himself, his own hero.

"Damn, all the limelight this time has been pretended by you bastard!" Huang Shaotian muttered dissatisfiedly while throwing it away.

"It's not just him, don't forget, you still owe me one more time." Wang Jiexi chuckled lightly.

"Fuck you! I've already paid it off!" Huang Shaotian replied angrily.

"Watch the replay later!"

"Look and see!"

"I mean you guys! Don't chat!" Ye Xiu felt a little terrified when he felt a part of his lower back suddenly emptied.

After playing around for a while, everyone stopped and carried Ye Xiu out of the aisle of the competition seats. The staff behind them looked at them with smiles on their faces.

"Do you feel a little regretful?" Bai Mo chuckled and looked at Sun Xiang who was looking at the picture with his mouth curled up.

"Cut... next time, there is still a chance." Sun Xiang said disdainfully.

"uh-huh……"

"Speaking of regrets, does Xiao Bai feel regrets?" Tang Rou smiled and patted Bai Mo's head.

"It's a pity, of course there will be." Bai Mo thought for a while, and glanced at the completely boiling competition seat: "But it's the same as that idiot said, there is still a chance...to be together next time, right? Miss Xiaorou ?”

"Of course." Tang Rou nodded seriously.

"This, the will of the eighth-level fighter, kills god with one shot, and then kills Dracula, is this... is it true, Brother Li? Is it true? I think the damage calculation has already come out, right? "

"Yes...it's true, we won, we are the champions." Li Yibo wiped his glasses repeatedly, then took a deep breath, took off the headset that told him to persuade Pan Lin to calm down, and threw away the speech: "Fuck, shit, we're the champions! Fuck the bonus, shit! Fuck the champs!"

Pan Lin and Li Yibo in the commentary were excited like lunatics, babbling incoherently, hugging each other and dancing, while Feng Xianjun cheerfully took a sip of the wolfberry tea in the thermos, and squinted at the American referee who seemed to have an accident at home .

In a dark corner, a mouse viciously smashed the mobile phone in its hand to the ground.

In front of the TV, the man in the middle stared blankly at the young man being carried in the center.

He seemed to be the boy who left the house that night with a suitcase that didn't belong to him...

On the stage, the others put Ye Xiu down, and everyone's eyes were full of the trophy.

The referee of the referee team, who is also the president of the World Electronic Sports Association, walked from the referee team to the stage with a smile. On the tray in the hands of the staff behind him were the medals and certificates belonging to the champion, as well as the championship ring symbolizing the winner. .

"Very powerful, but also crazy." The president smiled and hung the medals around everyone's necks one by one. What you Huaxia often say...became a coach because you couldn't find an opponent?"

"No." Ye Xiu shook his head with a smile: "It's just because I'm getting older... Besides, only the team is the strongest, not individuals. This is what glory reveals, isn't it?"

Ye Xiu turned his head to the side, Guo Mingyu and Fang Rui were concentrating on biting the medal, as if trying to see if it was pure gold.

Tang Hao looked a little indifferent, but he couldn't hide his smile.

Huang Shaotian kept arguing with Wang Jiexi all the way up to the stage, Yu Wenzhou tried to dissuade him with a wry smile, while Zhou Zekai smiled and said something from time to time. Zhang Jiale, on the other hand, smiled and added fire from time to time. He was teaching classmate Zhou Zekai how to fire.

And Zhang Xinjie seemed to be eavesdropping.

Xiao Shiqin and Chu Yunxiu didn't hide their excitement at all, carefully looking at their championship medals.

There is also Su Mucheng standing beside her with a proud and smiling face...

"There has never been a one-man team, or a single hero. It is because of their help that I have the capital and confidence to drive me crazy..." Ye Xiu laughed and said seriously.

The president was stunned for a moment, laughed, and patted Ye Xiu's shoulder vigorously: "I didn't expect to be taught a lesson by you... There are two medals and rings... I have to entrust you, the team leader, to hand them over to those two." players."

"Don't worry." Ye Xiu nodded with a smile, turned his head to look at the trophy in the center, and everyone in the Huaxia team also looked at the trophy.

"Hey! What are you doing, it's not that." The president held Ye Xiu, and the trophy slowly lowered.

"Huh?" Ye Xiu froze for a moment.

"That one is for the good lighting." The president smiled: "Here, yours is that one."

Everyone followed the president's line of sight and turned their heads to look. Two staff members walked over holding a trophy, and the original trophy slowly fell down.

Huang Shaotian and Wang Jiexi took a look at Ye Xiu's hand and took the trophy on their own initiative.

Champion of the first Glory World Invitational Tournament: Team Huaxia

Members: Ye Xiu, no job, Lord Grim.

Yu Wenzhou, Warlock, Soksar.

Huang Shaotian, swordsman, Troubling Rain.

Zhou Zekai, sharpshooter, Cloud Piercer.

Sun Xiang, Battle Mage One Autumn Leaf.

Wang Jiexi, a magician scholar, Wang Buliuxing.

Zhang Xinjie, pastor, Shi Buzhuan.

Guo Mingyu, exorcist, amorous Brahmacharya.

Tang Hao, gangster, Tang San fights.

Chu Yunxiu, an elemental mage, Misty Rain in Fengcheng.

Xiao Shiqin, mechanic, Life Extinguisher.

Su Mucheng, Gunner, Mu Yuchengfeng.

Fang Rui, Qigong master, Boundless Sea.

Zhang Jiale, ammunition expert, Dante.

Bai Mo, Warlock, Moriarty.

"I'll go, I'm determined!" Fang Rui nodded in surprise, everyone's names were on it.

"Made it now?" Xiao Shiqin leaned over and looked it up and down: "Isn't it? It was made in advance? Both teams should have it? Remember to destroy the one of them!"

"You can't sell it for money!"

"You have to send us the destruction video!"

"It's just..."

"Hey, it's okay, don't act like you haven't seen the championship trophy, it's time to show me!"

"I just haven't seen it. Have you seen as many championship trophies as your runner-up medals?" Chu Yunxiu rolled her eyes and looked at Zhang Jiale.

"Sorry, counting this, it's the same amount." Zhang Jiale said with a smile.

These guys are really not cute! The president blew his beard and stared towards the American team. Compared with the Huaxia team, which happily passed the trophies to each other, the American team was undoubtedly much more depressed. Although there were medals, there were no trophies.

Amidst the cheers of all the audience, the teams on both sides walked together and performed the final post-match etiquette. God walked from the end of the team to the front with a blank face, and everyone could see his deep displeasure , but Huang Shaotian didn't care at all: "What's the matter, little brother, are you unhappy that you lost? Then do you want my brother to let you touch my championship trophy?"

God looked at him suspiciously, and adjusted the headset: "What did you say?"

This guy's voice is urgent and fast, and he can't hear what he is talking about at all!

"I said……"

"Sorry to bother you, you played well." Yu Wenzhou smiled and held God's hand.

God hesitated for a moment and nodded, then looked at Ye Xiu, his face became serious again: "You are very strong, but..."

Ye Xiu smiled and rubbed God's head, "You will definitely win next time, right?"

"You don't believe it?" God frowned.

"No, I really believe it, come on." Ye Xiu smiled, waved his hand, walked behind, hesitated for a while: "If you want to touch our championship trophy, it's okay, I can let you touch it."

"Bastard! Gabriel, Dracula, what are you two doing! Let go of me, I'm going to kick him to death!" God kicked his legs frantically, Gabriel and Dracula fought left and right Stopped him: "Let's go, let's talk about it next time we win? It's like we can't afford to lose now..."

"Gabriel was right."

"This time, this time we are clearly..." God's voice trailed off. He was arrogant and a little arrogant, but he didn't want to find other reasons for his failure.

If you lose, you lose, and if you win next time, it is enough.

This time, can they really beat the Huaxia team in that state? God has no idea in his heart, even if he sacrifices himself to cover One Autumn Leaf, the precise and seductive tactical cooperation, and the final eighth-level fighter's will of One Autumn Leaf is branded in his mind.

"Next time, we'll win, right?" God took a deep breath.

"Yes." Dracula smiled.

"Well, see you next time, bastards."

China Lounge

"I'm really hurt. My hands are trembling uncontrollably now. I really don't want to go." Ye Xiu smiled wryly and looked at Feng Xianjun who was sneering on the opposite side: "Old Feng, ah, no, Uncle Feng, is it alright this time?" ?

When we went up to chat, all kinds of incomprehensible voices came together in a mess, just like a vegetable market, and we had to think about how to protect the image of the Huaxia team..."

"Stop it for me, stop it for me!" It's okay not to mention this, but whenever Feng Xianjun mentioned this, he felt the veins on his forehead twitching: "Only you Xingxin...er, besides you, Mucheng, only you Xingxin This green onion and the guy over there who is giggling non-stop and trying to pull himself away is not qualified to tell me about the image of our Huaxia team, you know? The image of the Huaxia team is all for you to throw away for me! Forget it! , After winning the championship, those things will be written off, and now honestly go to the press conference for me, everyone, not one less!"

"It's just that one cannot be missing, but ah, old Feng, you see, our Huaxia team is a whole, right? But the two losses of Xiaobai and Yang Xixi are not what I said. Good teammates are not here. We are really worried about those two guys, so we say we Need to see him..."

"Chairman Feng, as expected, Mr. Moriarty wanted to run, but we brought him here." A staff member pressed Bai Mo's shoulder, and the people behind carefully supported Sun Xiang and walked over.

"..."

"..."

The two groups met again in the Huaxia team's lounge, and Bai Mo scratched his head in embarrassment: "Well, I didn't expect that other people would be bribed as well. I really couldn't break out by myself, so I was caught by mistake."

"I... um, um..." Sun Xiang scratched his head and shook the plaster on his hand.

Tsk.

"Let's go, leader." Yu Wenzhou patted Ye Xiu's shoulder helplessly.

"My hand is cramping and it hurts very much." Ye Xiu said seriously.

"It's fine if you don't have cramp in your mouth." Feng Xianjun said with a speechless expression.

"That old Feng, my mouth is cramp, do you think I can not go?" Huang Shaotian raised his hand and asked.

"Your mouth cramps can just save a few words..."

"Okay, okay, tsk, you won't follow us any longer, right?" Ye Xiu turned his head and asked speechlessly.

"Hehe, isn't this afraid of you running away?"

"..."

Then you really know us.

Ye Xiu and Bai Mo looked at each other, smiled wryly and shook their heads, then you really understand us.

"By the way, we obviously won, why didn't we attend the press conference?" Bai Mo suddenly asked suspiciously.

"...I'm still not used to having this thing after the game." Ye Xiu shook his head.

Mucheng smiled and said, "I don't know, I think it's because Ye Xiu doesn't want to go and I don't want to go."

"Me? I've always been very happy to attend the press conference. It's just to tease Lao Feng that he is afraid that he won't let me go."

"Um."

"Who says you're not happy?"

"I obviously won the championship this time, so no one can stop me from participating in the press conference!"

"Aside from Ye Xiu, did anyone say they don't want it?"

Hearing the whispering voices of the group of guys in front became more and more surprised, Lao Feng felt something was wrong.

That's right...why, why!

"Wait a minute, actually it's not good to go to so many people, people don't know who to ask, so, Ye Xiu, Wang Jiexi, Su Mucheng, Zhang Jiale... you guys go, the others go to rest first... , Bastard, didn’t you guys even want to go just now!”

"Hurry up, run away!"

"Don't get caught by Feng Xianjun! What happened to Xiaobai's leg? Hurry up, Lao Zhang, let's fight Xiaobai!"

"This group of bastards." Feng Xianjun scolded: "If you dare to talk nonsense, I will make you unable to eat!"

However, anyone could see the smile on the corner of Feng Xianjun's mouth.

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