Number One Game Designer

For the players in the same group as Fang Xi, today seemed like the end.

When you come to this stage, everyone wants to show off, but now you suddenly know that you want to be someone else's background board, and you can't refuse or resist. No one can experience that feeling.

But in short, it won't be too good.

But for the audience off the court, as long as Fang Xi plays the game, it is a feast!

The fighter mid laner, the tank mid laner, and even Fang Xi's support mid laner in the last game of the first day were all big kills.

The commentators were already numb, they just wanted to see when Fang Xi's opponent could force him to call him a jungler.

The four games of the first day of the group stage are currently a solo show for "FAKER". Come to wander or double kill, what if three people come together? Do you want another way?

Turning the game into a personal action collection looks like this: the director’s camera basically never leaves the middle lane, half of the time the opponent’s mid laner is shivering under the tower, and half of the time is numb looking at the black and white screen and shopping in the store. What can he do? ? He is also very desperate.

And thinking that each team has to play twice in the group stage, the mid laners of other teams have a tendency to suffer from myocardial infarction: I want to win the prize! It's not here to be a show baby for experience!

Those in the other groups were concerned: It’s a good thing they weren’t in the same group as Longmen. At first I thought that Fang Xi’s violent beating of other teams three months ago was because he had a better understanding. Contains a universe.

As for the off-court, I don’t know how many ignorant teenagers have been tricked by Fang Xi into the mid laner. He is handsome, C-position, and he is also strong, and he can blow up the whole situation by himself. No matter how you look at it, he is the backbone of the team. , it's decided, I want to play mid laner too! then……

"The middle laner on the fifth floor, if you don't give it, give it away."

"Coincidentally, the mid laner on the fourth floor won't hang up."

"Coincidentally, Nakano is on the second and third floors, and I don't give myself a second."

Then the first floor silently chose the happy man, causing other people to scold.

This kind of scene is the norm in the eternal game for a long time.

It was a period of time that made all the players miserable, until the pre-selection mechanism came out under Fang Xi's intervention.

Fang Xi did find that he was the most tiring one: Even if Fang Xi's own team's game was gone the next day, Fang Xi still had to come to the scene. Lin Rongchang was the same as him, but this guy had huge dark circles under his eyes. It seems that I haven't slept all night.

"Why did you go last night? Did you go to the Moulin Rouge in Paris?" Fang Xi frowned.

Speaking of this young master Lin laughed strangely: "I read the comments all night last night."

"They all praise me?" Fang Xi looked calm.

"More than that!" Young Master Lin exaggerated: "In the words of the entertainment industry, these people are almost your fans!"

"And they said that the Longmen team is now the world's number one team, so rounding it up, I, Lin Rongchang, can announce that I am the world's number one jungler."

Fang Xi stared at Young Master Lin for three seconds. Seeing Young Master Lin's boastful expression, without the slightest bit of shame, he could only nod his head:

"as long as you are happy."

The position of the organizing committee is in the first row under the stage. Fang Xi found a place for the small sign with his name written on it. Relatively speaking, he has nothing to do today. He just needs to sit here to show that Hongyi attaches great importance to the competition. That's it, so it should be okay to take a nap after the opening... right?

Soon after the opening, Fang Xi discovered that everything was for nothing. Even after the game started, every time there was a wave of team battles or wonderful operations on the field, the director would rush to Fang Xi's side, trying to get the "big devil" face Look at the expression on the screen to see the evaluation of operations and team battles.

What else can Fang Xi do? They could only pretend to be enjoying watching with a smile on their faces, but in fact, all kinds of chasing blood were chasing people on the high ground.

What else can Fang Xi say?

Taking advantage of the gap removed by the director, Fang Xi quickly lowered his head and whispered to Lin Rongchang:

"Made, where did this director come from, and whether it can be played? It's up to me to have a good game."

Lin Rongchang, who got Fang Xi's souvenir, hurried all the way to communicate, and soon trotted all the way back.

"They said it was in response to the wishes of the players. Everyone wanted to know, and it was all for the ratings."

Young Master Lin's expression of "you're just sacrificing for everyone" made Fang Xi angry, and it was hard to say anything.

The first round was finally over, and there was a long queue for autographs on Fang Xi's side, and there were quite a few female fans among them, Lin Rongchang was drooling watching.

And Yu Jiashu finally took this opportunity to come to Fang Xi.

"Mr. Fang, you... hello, I'm your fan. My name is Yu Jiashu, and I'm also a fan of your games. Anyway, I'm your brainless fan."

Fang Xi looked at the stammering compatriots in front of him, and couldn't laugh or cry:

"Slow down, slow down, take it easy."

After receiving Yu Jiashu's notebook, he said:

"I don't eat people, what do you want me to write?"

"Hmm..." Yu Jiashu was a little dazed for a moment, usually it's not just a signature.

There were still people queuing up behind, time was running out, Fang Xi didn't wait for Yu Jiashu's answer, and wrote while saying:

"Seeing that you are a college monk, I wish you success in your studies, happy relationships, and happy games."

"Okay, next one."

Yu Jiashu took the notebook and wanted to say thank you, but he was pushed aside by the people behind him, and Fang Xi was separated by a few layers of walls in an instant.

Looking over at Fang Xi, Yu Jiashu looked at the flamboyant blessings on the notebook, and put it away carefully.

For him, as long as he sees Fang Xi successfully winning the championship in this intercontinental competition, then this year will be completely complete!

Although the rivalry matches of other groups were not as exciting as Fang Xi's group, they still played back and forth. The old grudges between Europe and the United States, and the previous grudge confrontation between the big company teams were all very interesting. Some commentators even commented that Fang Xi's group is the most unspectacular group stage - the current state of the Longmen team has basically locked in the first place, and it depends on how other teams compete for the second place.

The second match was about to start, and the fans around Fang Xi dispersed spontaneously, revealing Fang Xi with sore fingers and wrist, and Lin Rongchang with a disappointed face.

"What happened to the number one jungler in the world?" Fang Xi was a little curious, it was rare to see Lin Rongchang's expression like a husky.

"Just now I pulled a blond-haired little wild cat fan and asked her if she wanted my autograph." Lin Rongchang cried and mourned:

"Then she was very surprised and said: 'Oh, I know you, you are the pendant of FANG'"

Looking at Lin Rongchang who has changed from a cheerful husky to a melancholy one, Fang Xi has no idea of ​​consolation.

Even a little want to laugh.