Quick Transmigration: The Host Is Sweeter Than Sugar

This is King's sixth consecutive championship!

It also means that Jiangbei Island has still completed its rule over the e-sports circle.

He is still the unique god, the god who dragged King from the quagmire to the peak, the god in the hearts of countless people.

The fans immediately erupted into loud cheers, so loud that they could break through the roof. Countless people excitedly waved their hand banners and team emblems, screaming the names of the King team and team members.

The ranking of the team was announced on the public screen.

Some of the remaining teams were excited because of their good rankings, while others were downcast because of their mistakes.

Xu You and Luo Qiwen looked at each other, their eyes were bright and full of excitement.

They really held on.

King's champion!

Nie Yuan also came over with a smile, and said in a low voice, "Brother Yu, awesome!"

Baizhou next to him also looked gratefully at Jiangbeiyu.

Both Baizhou and Nie Yuan are young, they are only 19 years old this year, so they are considered "newcomers".

His consciousness and skills are not as good as Luo Qiwen and Xu You's. Baizhou also just turned from a substitute to a regular player this year. It's his first time to participate in such an important event as the International League. There were several accidents during the game, and Jiangbeiyu tried his best to turn the tide.

Jiang Beiyu patted him on the shoulder, his dark pupils were smiling, but his words were very serious.

"Go back and watch the game video ten times, sum up the problems, and train on this aspect in the future."

Bai Zhou's expression froze, and he said loudly, "Don't worry, captain!"

The fans in the audience were still cheering, Jiang Beiyu and Feng Linbai looked at each other across the air, Feng Linbai pouted at him in disgust, and turned his head first.

Damn, this kid is going to retire in the future, it is impossible for him to lead the team to compete against him...

In other words, he will always overwhelm him.

No matter how you think, how upset you are.

I won't give him the twenty packs of strawberry candies I stockpiled at home!

Feng Linbai is cautious.

With the announcement of the results, Jiang Beiyu took the team members to the podium together, and the familiar trophy was handed to him again.

Jiang Beiyu held the trophy in his hand, and his bright red lips curled into a wicked smile.

"I'm tired of looking at this trophy, when will I change my look?"

The next team, "..."

Too fucking hate this sentence!

The team members who heard this sentence all glared at him.

The members of King also covered their faces in embarrassment.

Boss, you're going to retire after this year, and we still have to fight against other teams, so this is creating hatred for us...

Jiangbeiyu had a mic on his body, and the fans in the audience heard his words.

Fans too: "..."

How on earth did they fall in love with this smelly and shameless old rascal?

Jiangbeiyu chuckled, hooked Nie Yuan's collar with one hand, pulled him in front of him, and lazily handed the trophy in Nie Yuan's hand.

"Come on, see clearly."

Nie Yuan took the trophy with a dazed expression on his face.

I saw the person in front of me speak lazily.

"The trophy looks like this. From now on, you have to bring this trophy back to King every year. Get familiar with it in advance."

Nie Yuan, "..."

He suspected that the captain was drawing hatred on him and had the evidence!

The team member next to him almost spat out a mouthful of old blood.

Fans are also contemptuous, but a small number of fans sensed something was wrong.

Jiangbeiyu's slender eyelashes drooped, her white fingers straightened her collar, and her voice was deep and elegant.

"I hope that without my King, I will still be King in the future."

"I'm retiring."