“oo:oo!”

Time cleared.

Saber defeated the Kipolang team with a far-reaching record and won the first game.

At the end of the game, only half of the audience discussed the game process, and most of the discussions revolved around Jiang Zhishui, who had never taken action.

"The Fire Line Genius is amazing. I deliberately pretend to be cool. You should be useless to lose the game. The Saber wins well!"

"Jiang Zhishui is really annoying. Even if such a person wins the championship, no one will pay attention to him!"

"It's a pity that Royal University is known as the No. 1 university in Huacheng. It turns out that it has cultivated some arrogant and arrogant people. It doesn't even understand the shallow truth of respecting opponents. It's really disappointing!"

Students at Royal University want to cover up Jiang Zhishui, but Jiang Zhishui's arrogant behavior really makes them have no reason to open their mouths to argue.

The expressions of the leaders of Royal University were also slightly stiff. Although Jiang Zhishui was not under their control from beginning to end, this range seemed to have run too far.

Unless Jiang Zhishui uses the most dazzling means to win in the next game, if he wins by chance, he probably won't be convinced even if he wins.

Compared to the audience seats where there are extremely noisy talk, the glass house is quiet and silent, and the breathing sounds are clear.

Wang Yue closed his eyes slightly, his face as calm as water, and his heavy breathing gradually became even. He was adjusting his state and preparing for the next second game.

If the other party does not take action, he has no ability to manage it, nor will he meddle in other people's business. He will point fingers and say something. All he can do is to do his best to win the best of his ability.

Wang Yue exhaled a mouthful of turbid air suppressed in his throat, adjusted to perfection, and then he slides his mouse and clicks on the second game draw. As long as Jiang Zhishui clicks on the lottery, the lottery box will draw out the contents of the second game.

After a few breaths, Jiang Zhishui seemed to be asleep. Even if the computer made a harsh prompt sound, he fell asleep indifferently. The team members around him had no intention of waking up Jiang Zhishui, and his attitude was a bit arrogant.

Zhang Dekuai and others frowned slightly, their faces becoming a little ugly. It would be fine if they didn't take action to despise the Saber during the game. Now they are still pretending to be sleepy and deliberately not drawing lots. They are simply throwing the dignity of the Saber on the ground and trampling on them.

Wang Yue did not have the habit of putting a cold butt on his face. He waved to the referee directly and asked: "Please ask, according to the competition regulations, after one party draws lots, the other party is reluctant to draw lots for a long time. How much time is spent to be considered abstention?"

The president's eyes were so vicious that he knew that Jiang Zhishui deliberately pretended to sleep and mocked the saber. If it were students from other colleges, he would have scolded him with thunder. However, because he belonged to the Royal University, he cast a reminder look at Jiang Zhishui and let him stop at it in time.

Half a cup of tea passed, and the latter was still sleeping, reminding him to look at nothing. The president ate and his face was a little uneasy. Facing Wang Yue's relentless urge to ask, he said heavily: "Ten minutes!"

The thin man gritted his teeth and said coldly: "Let's wait. If you have the ability, he pretends to sleep for ten minutes. If you have the ability, he will keep sleeping."

Wang Yue shook his head and denied it, and said with a gentle smile: "It's so boring to wait. Wouldn't it be fun to fight the landlords?"

A hint of horror flashed through the president's eyes, and glanced at Wang Yue. Who would have thought that this young man with a gentle smile would have such a vicious plan as soon as he opened his mouth. He was really afraid that Wang Yue would take out his mobile phone to fight Landlords. In this way, their Royal College's face would be completely lost.

He knew that Jiang Zhishui could not speak, and Jiang Zhishui's arrogant attitude made him too lazy to talk. He cast a profound look at the leader's seat and handed the problem to the leader to solve it. He pulled himself out.

The vice principal who was sitting in the leadership seat glared at him fiercely, and his rebuke looked very strong and had a clear meaning. Whatever you, the chief judge, eat, if you, the chief judge, solve everything, what's the use of you, the chief judge, and seize the time to solve it for me.

Wang Yue sat firmly on the Diaoyutai, took out his cell phone from his pocket slowly, and poked and touched the screen with his slender fingers. Jiang Zhishui was not afraid of the end of time and the elimination of the Shapolang. What else was he afraid of?

Wang Yue had a smile on his lips. Waiting time cannot be wasted. Playing games and playing with fun, and playing cheerful music also makes everyone happy.

If Royal University is not afraid of being embarrassed, then continue to let Jiang Zhishui go. Anyway, it is not his face to lose face. The scholars and the four of them also took out their mobile phones. At that time, the sound of the game and music sounds will be heard to see how Royal University stepped down.

The cheerful voice was also the moment when the sound of slapping the Royal University was about to sound. Jiang Zhishui, who had been sleeping for a long time, suddenly stretched and looked sleepy.

Jiang Zhishui rubbed his eyes, looked at the game that had lost a game, deliberately made a surprise look as if it was false and false, and said blankly: "What's going on? How did the first game end? Isn't it the pre-match preparation stage?"

The black and white accent of Binglan rendered a touch of color and said, "Captain, you've overslept."

Jiang Zhishui patted his forehead gently, sighed regretfully, and said lightly: "It's so unlucky. I'm even complacent because of a beautiful dream. It turns out that I lost nothing without realizing it."

Wang Yue's pupils contracted slightly, and he captured a hint of sarcasm. Jiang Zhishui mocked himself on the surface, secretly mocked him not to be confident because he won the game, because you will soon lose without realizing it.

Seeing Jiang Zhishui wake up, the leader of the Royal University breathed a sigh of relief, but the disgusting gaze at Jiang Zhishui in the audience was even stronger. His arrogance really made people feel uncomfortable.

As Jiang Zhishui drags his mouse and clicks on the lottery, the lottery box sways.

Output results.

Match Mode: "Team Mode!"

Match Map: "Transporting Ship!"

Competition settings: "12-minute time system!"

Game distribution: "Sabers are lurkers, and Killing Wolf Team is defenders!"

Victory requirements: "The 12-minute time is over, the one who kills the most will win!"

It is another orthodox competition mode, and it is also the everlasting map of the king of transport ships.

Adjust the backpack, prepare, start the game, and the progress bar is loading...

The laziness in Jiang Zhishui's eyes gradually dissipated. With the curled lips, a fighting spirit with an arrogance climbed up to his handsome face. His fingers crossed and moved slightly, making a "gabagaba" sound.
Chapter completed!