"Jian Zihao...How can we live without you?"

"Jian Zihao... You are so selfish, you are just a deserter, your grandson escapes first."

"Jian Zihao...If you don't wake up, you will take the blame for S7. We will all go to Weibo to scold you!!!"

"Jian Zihao...please wake up, we really can't do it!"

In the drowsiness, Li Luo finally had a little consciousness. The noisy sounds around him were like before the explosion of the world, and bees poured into his mind.

"Who... who scolds me, which grandson wants to take the blame for me?"

"Jian Zihao, are you awake? Damn"

"Damn, Brother Feng, Jian Zihao is awake, hurry up, Brother Feng! Damn!"

When Li Luo opened his eyes, his eyes were filled with dark people, not only Shi Senming's cute and anxious face, but also Yan Junze with tears hanging on his face.

The fragrant pot next to it had bulging veins on its thin arms, and the whole person looked as terrifying as Shura who had returned from hell.

Even the usually lively little tiger is sad at this time.

"Have we lost? How long have I been in a coma?"

As the memory in his mind recovered, Li Luo shuddered and sat up. Although his mind was still a little drowsy, it no longer affected his actions.

"It's a match, SSG has got the match!"

Brother Feng, who is usually serious, also looked desperate at this moment. Who would have thought that the puppy in normal health would fall into a coma in such a critical situation?

The iron clothes were broken on the battlefield for hundreds of battles, and the south of the city has been encircled several times.

Now RNG has been forced to a dead end, and one step back is a cliff.

"Jian Zihao, can you fight? If we can't, we will be gone. Unfortunately, I was killed by someone on the field. He won't play with ads."

Before Brother Feng could speak, Xiao Ming spoke first. As he spoke, tears came out of Xiao Ming's eyes.

After all, Xiao Ming is just a child who has just grown up. His long-term experience as an otaku has left him without time to show his fragility.

Since entering the club, uzi has taught Xiao Ming to play assistively. The relationship between the two is not ordinary teammates, but more sincere gay friends.

"I can, maybe I'm not in good shape, but I can get on."

After feeling his condition, Li Luo said with certainty that although he is still not sober now, there is still no problem with playing.

It's much better than regretting to play the ad.

"Brother Feng, do you still have energy drinks? Get me some, I want to drink it."

After hearing Li Luo's words, Brother Feng had not spoken yet, and the Letme standing outside seemed to be electrocuted, and rushed out in a hurry.

Within half a minute, letme handed over the drink panting.

Only when the puppy is gone will RNG people discover his importance. After a regretful way, he will be defeated by the ultimate military training on his way and die 4 times in eleven minutes.

Everyone was happy for Li Luo's awakening, and a somewhat cold and majestic voice suddenly rang out.

"Although Zihao can play, the plan remains unchanged, and we still play the three cores of the middle and the jungle."

Brother Feng, who was sitting aside, looked at Li Luo, and then looked at the people surrounding Li Luo.

He said word by word.

"Brother Feng, I can't..."

"Brother Feng..."

When he heard Brother Feng's words, letme and Xiaohu were as if they were stepped on their tails and immediately responded to it.

Uzi is on the court, let us play the core game in the match, how dare we do this?

Before the two of them finished speaking, Brother Feng stood up, pulled the suit away and threw it on the ground, yelling.

"Are you still professional players? You can only win in your heart? Without Jian Zihao, you are completely useless!"

"There are so many people in China and so many professional players, only you have come to this day, and only you represent the Chinese to compete in the final game."

"This is Honor, Li Yuanhao, I tell you, put away your thoughts of being in trouble. If you don't stand up today, your career will be over. Do you know?"

"This is a sin, professional competition, the dish is original sin. Look at Jian Zihao is not present, what did you do, take out the plane, and scored 6,800 output in 24 minutes."

"Are you a professional player? Are you the number one in the national and Korean servers? Are you the tiger general who kills fakers alone? I think you might as well call a deserter tiger. If you are afraid of tigers, you will win over tigers."

"And you, Yan Junze, you can't win if you give you a chance. Why do you rely on Jian Zihao? Are you a professional player? Are you afraid of laning? Then what other profession are you playing?"

"Get back early to do your live broadcast and make your bad money. Today I came to the Bird's Nest. You two told me that you just want to mess around?"

Brother Feng threw the notebook in his hand at the wall behind everyone like an angry lion, smashing a small nest.

The loud shouts kept echoing in the lounge of RNG. This was a criticism from the soul, and every word was killed by the heart.

Only Brother Feng has this kind of personality charm. He may not be a qualified coach, but he is definitely a qualified manager and a beacon on the career path of players.

"This game will be the third core of the middle and jungle. If I lose, I will be counted on me. I will go home and apologize."

"Li Yuanhao, Yan Junze, let me say it again, playing profession is not a house or a rank. I want you to show off your strength of 12 points and face the trident of Samsung for me."

"Go tell the audience sitting outside and tell the players in front of the screen"

"You, Li Yuanhao"

"You, Yan Junze"

"It's not because of Jian Zihao's waste. If you take out any point, you will be a general who will stand alone."

"Whether to live a life of life and die, or to move forward bravely depends on your choice."

"Now, tell me your answer!"

Letme and Xiaohu were dissatisfied when they were scolded at first, and a young man's stubborn temper surged into their faces.

But as Brother Feng said one by one, the heart-wrenching words, the two people could not hold the arrogance of the young people on their faces.

Drops of tears of repentance flowed down from the eyes of the two.

In a trance, Xiaohu seemed to see his father, strictly educate himself not to play games, not to lose his ambitions, and to play games without a future, you are just a waste.

Seeing himself and his father quarreling, he slammed the door and left, standing downstairs and shouting.

"I, Li Yuanhao, are not a waste. Today I want to go to the professional arena to prove myself. I want to be the strongest."

"Sooner or later, I will make you recognize me."

From that day on, I trained day after day, and rank day after day, but at a time, I was just like Brother Feng, as if I had forgotten my original intention.

Me, Li Yuanhao is not weak. I am the first in the Korean server and the Chinese server. I am the man who killed the faker three times alone!

I want to prove to my father that I am the strongest and I want to prove myself!

"I can, I want to kill, I am Xiaohu, I am Li Yuanhao, use me as my spear to kill three stars!"

"Very good, now Yan Junze, tell me your choice."

Yan Junze, who was covered in tears, raised his head, his eyes dazed, as if he had entered another world.

In a strange place, there was a lonely tavern with crooked signs on it, and the word "hero" could be vaguely visible.

When the young man in RNG gold black uniform walked into the tavern, Dashu had already stood up and walked up to him.

"On the other side is one of the strongest top laners in CuVve, LK. Last year's single killing king, he killed you 4 times in 11 minutes. Let's resist the pressure, anyway, they have been single-killed."

The boy seemed not to see it. He walked into the depths of the tavern, and passed by Shen and Kogas, and everyone looked at him side.

Until he passed by many tanks, everyone began to be surprised at the strangeness of the boy today.

The boy was still walking, going to the depths of the tavern, full of darkness and helplessness.

At the end of the darkness, a dwarf in a purple robe sat.

The boy stretched out his hand and said, "Please help me."

The dwarf glanced at the corner of the boy's clothes, "The control is unstable, and I can't resist pressure. The team battle depends on the timing. If there is no equipment, it is just a waste.

"Resist the pressure... Do you even think so?"

"They always think I'm resistant to pressure, but which top laner is willing to stay in the middle of the crowd for a long time?"

"Who would have no say in the team when he was in the position of being self-conceited by the ranks?"

The boy smiled terriblely.

"I know"

"But, as long as you keep a low profile, there will be the day when you stand up, right?"

His title has been cursed by thousands of people on the Internet.

Let the Emperor, let the Emperor, I don’t like you to let me let the Emperor, why should I let the Emperor? I, Yan Junze, will fight for the rest of my life.

I want to fight for this breath. I am not the weakest top laner, I am not the pressure-resistant top laner!

“…so, I want to choose you.”

"I am carrying it on my shoulders. I have been criticized so much, have I?"

Seeing the boy's solemn and firm face, the furry face covered under the purple robe was curled up, and his little mouth also showed a smile.

"Don't let your teammates down, boy."

"……Um."

The two walked to the door, and the man in purple robe took off his robe, revealing his purple and weird electric arc hair.

As he flexibly jumped onto the boy's shoulder, the two of them said in unison:

"Balanced! Reaching among all things!"
Chapter completed!