Feng Xian couldn't even think about it anymore. He sincerely admired himself an hour ago and his courage was commendable.

At this time, Feng Xian was no longer the boss who led the team to win the victory in the eyes of hundreds of people.

He read an emotion from the eyes of these people...

"This person is so perverted!"

"It's so disgusting..."

Feng Xian stood there with his neck stammering, as if he was not the one who spoke just now, and he was not the one who shot the video.

This is the last dignity of a man!

"... Everyone has finished reading it. The one we just made was the bet we made with the me team. Whoever loses, whoever drinks, even licks them clean until they finish drinking!"

Zhou Fan Zhenzhen said something, and there was another dry retching sound next to him.

Although the picture has been turned off, the lumps of sticky and strange colors have been printed on the cerebral cortex and cannot be dispersed for a long time.

Just thinking about it makes people creepy and make people feel nauseous.

Zhou Fan lost his vision and could not see the picture. It was great!

Pei Bei pulled Zhou Fan's arm and signaled him to say less.

Although I don’t know what Zhou Fan’s purpose is, it seems that his purpose should have been achieved now.

Maybe it's even overcomplete?

There were two or three hundred people just now, and now more than one hundred people are already queuing up at the bathroom door...

Feng Xian felt a little nervous when he saw Zhou Fan's confident look.

But he thought about it again and it seemed...what...is something wrong?

Have we played one game just now?

We won, right?

He was even a little confused, and he only had confidence until he confirmed his eyes with Lei Lenglishang on both sides.

Then is this person having a brain disease?

bo3, he has lost 1 set, but he still wants to get 1 to chase 2?

What kind of force he lost just now? Can't he see it?

Well, it seems to be invisible.

Feng Xian shook his head and threw irrelevant thoughts out of his mind.

Why did we win a game? It was clearly the one who mastered the match point? Where did Zhou Fan get the inexplicable confidence in this invisible way?

Do they have other trump cards?

Feng Xian turned around and looked at the stage.

Du Ruoxue, Shu Qianxia, ​​Liu Xiao, Hu Jiaozhi, Yang Dianfeng, Tianbo was staring at him coldly.

Just these little kids who are still stinky?

There are two more women, haha.

E-sports is obviously a game for men, so why do women join in the fun?

Feng Xian has more confidence.

He said loudly: "Well said, those who lose must not only drink it, but also lick it. No drop can be left!"

"Please give us witnesses if anyone who refuses to bet and refuses to accept the loss, then they will never want to stay in the e-sports circle in their entire lives!"

"I believe that everyone present is a well-known figure, and has their own bottom line and ethics. They will definitely be fair and fair and make correct judgments!"

"For dishonest players, I suggest an industry ban, and the entire e-sports circle will collectively boycott it!"

Feng Xian shouted a slogan.

He originally thought that the two professional teammates who were echoing him should be his two professional teammates, but he didn't expect that it was Zhou Fan.

"Well said, I, Zhou Fan, were the first to agree!"

Zhou Fan raised his hand, as if he was voting.

He put it down after raising it for a few seconds, but this did not prevent everyone from looking at him like a fool.

Not only these irrelevant audiences, but on the side stage, Tianbo was already like a nasty eggplant, listless and wailing.

"Zhou Fan must be crazy, really, he must be crazy! It must be because he has been stimulated too much during this period and his mind is not working well!"

"He actually spoke for our opponent! He still thought the pit was not dug deep enough and was still digging the pit hard!"

"He thought we didn't die fast enough, my god!"

Thinking of the extremely impactful scene just now, Tianbo's legs became weak.

"Then what, you guys fight first, I'll go... I won't come back."

Yang Dianfeng grabbed Tianbo, who was trying to escape, and held him on the left and right with Hu Jiaozhi.

At this time, Tianbo cannot run away, Tianbo is the last hope of turning the tables.

If he ran away with a timidity, the remaining boys would be really in despair.

At the end of the video just now, Zhou Fan had the condition to go, that is, the girl would not participate in the bet.

Du Ruoxue and Shu Qianxia both breathed a sigh of relief after hearing this.

But immediately, Du Ruoxue became worried about Zhou Fan again.

Although she is the one who knows Zhou Fan the best, she really can't figure out what Zhou Fan is going to do now.

Zhou Fan stood there and pushed his sunglasses.

At this time, the referee informed that the competition was about to begin, and the audience was asked to sit in an orderly manner and the contestants would take the stage as soon as possible.

This slightly calmed down the chaos of the scene.

Although the teams on both sides had already played, the eyes of more than 200 people sitting off the field still turned to the boy who was sitting in the first row, lazy and huddled on the chair, casually.

What the hell is he thinking?

What is his purpose?

Is it really just that the pit was not dug deep enough, that I didn’t die fast enough, that I was afraid that I wouldn’t drink...that thing?
Chapter completed!