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I can't take my seat anymore.Ye Xiu touched the seat for the competition. He wondered if he could buy a chair for free as a souvenir later. This chair was quite comfortable...

Ye Xiu took one last look at the position, smiled, shook his head, turned around and walked out of the competition seats.

"Eh? You guys came out so early...Eh?" Ye Xiu was stunned for a moment. The moment he walked out of the game stand, other people who had already come out, as well as the main players of the Huaxia national team who were waiting in the preparation stand also rushed. When he came up, everyone couldn't help but lift him up directly, and threw him upwards forcefully.

"Eighth-level Fighter's Will, you bastard, are you crazy!" Fang Rui shouted excitedly, "You're absolutely crazy!"

"Great, really great, really great." Zhang Jiale shouted with a smile.

Su Mucheng quietly looked at the hero-like Ye Xiu in the center with her hands behind her back. No, he is a hero himself, his own hero.

"Damn, all the limelight this time has been pretended by you bastard!" Huang Shaotian muttered dissatisfiedly while throwing it away.

"It's not just him, don't forget, you owe me one more time." Wang Jiexi chuckled.

"Fuck you! I've already paid it off!" Huang Shaotian replied angrily.

"Watch the replay later!"

"Look at it!"

"I mean you guys! Don't chat!" Ye Xiu felt a little terrified when he felt a part of his lower back suddenly emptied.

After playing around for a while, everyone stopped and helped Ye Xiu out of the aisle. The staff behind them looked at them with smiles.

"Do you feel a little regretful?" Bai Mo chuckled and looked at Sun Xiang who was looking at the picture with his mouth curled up.

"Cut... next time, there is still a chance." Sun Xiang said disdainfully.

"uh-huh……"

"Speaking of regrets, will Xiao Bai feel regrets?" Tang Rou smiled and touched Bai Mo's head.

"It's a pity, of course there will be." Bai Mo thought for a moment and glanced at the completely boiling competition seats: "But it's like what that idiot said, there will be a chance next time... and we will be together, right? Sister Xiaorou ?”

"Of course." Tang Rou nodded seriously.

"This, the eighth-level fighter's will, kills God with one shot, and then stabs Dracula to death. Is this, this, this... really true, Brother Li? Is it true? I think the damage calculation has been done, right? "

"Yes... it's true. We won, we are the champions." Li Yibo wiped his glasses repeatedly, then took a deep breath, took off the headset that told Pan Lin to calm down, and threw away the speech: "Holy shit, we're the champions! Damn the bonuses, damn! Damn it, the calm champions!"

Pan Lin and Li Yibo in the commentary were excited like lunatics, talking incoherently, hugging each other and jumping constantly, while Feng Xianjun happily took a sip of the wolfberry tea in the thermos, and squinted at the American referee who seemed to have an accident at home .

In a dark corner, a mouse viciously smashed the cell phone in his hand to the ground.

In front of the TV, the middleman stared blankly at the young man being carried in the center.

He seemed to be the boy who left the house that night with a suitcase that didn't belong to him...

On the stage, the others put Ye Xiu down, and everyone's eyes were full of the trophy.

The referee of the referee team, who is also the president of the World Electronic Sports Association, walked from the referee team to the stage with a smile. On the tray in the hands of the staff behind him were the medals and certificates belonging to the champion, as well as the championship ring symbolizing the winner. .

"It's very powerful, and also very crazy." The president smiled and hung the medals around everyone's necks one by one. He paused when he walked to Ye Xiu's position: "I didn't expect that the strongest one was actually the team leader. This is What you Chinese people often say...you became a coach because you couldn't find an opponent?"

"No." Ye Xiu smiled and shook his head: "It's just because I'm older... Moreover, the strongest is only the team, not the individual. This is what Glory reveals, isn't it?"

Ye Xiu tilted his head. Guo Mingyu and Fang Rui were concentrating on biting the medals, as if trying to see if they were pure gold.

Tang Hao looked a little indifferent, but he couldn't hide his smile.

Huang Shaotian was still quarreling with Wang Jiexi all the way to the stage. Yu Wenzhou tried to dissuade him with a wry smile, while Zhou Zekai smiled and said something from time to time.Zhang Jiale, on the other hand, smiled and added to the fire from time to time. He was teaching classmate Zhou Zekai how to add fire to the fire.

And Zhang Xinjie seemed to be eavesdropping.

Xiao Shiqin and Chu Yunxiu didn't hide their excitement at all, carefully looking at their championship medals.

There is also Su Mucheng standing beside her with a proud and smiling face...

"There has never been a one-man team, or a single hero. It is because of their help that I have the capital and confidence to drive me crazy..." Ye Xiu laughed and said seriously.

The president was stunned for a moment, laughed, and patted Ye Xiu on the shoulder vigorously: "I didn't expect to be taught a lesson by you... There are two medals and rings... I have to entrust you, the team leader, to hand them over to those two." players."

"Don't worry." Ye Xiu nodded with a smile and turned to look at the trophy in the center. Everyone in the Chinese team also looked at that trophy.

"Hey! What are you doing, it's not that." The president held Ye Xiu, and the trophy slowly lowered.

"Huh?" Ye Xiu froze for a moment.

"That one is just there for the lighting to look good." The president smiled: "Well, that's the one you have."

Everyone followed the president's line of sight and turned their heads to look. Two staff members walked over holding a trophy, and the original trophy slowly fell down.

Huang Shaotian and Wang Jiexi glanced at Ye Xiu's hand and took the initiative to take the trophy.

Champion of the First Glory World Invitational Tournament: Team Huaxia
Members: Ye Xiu, no job, Lord Grim.

Yu Wenzhou, Warlock, Soksar.

Huang Shaotian, the swordsman, Troubled by the Rain.

Zhou Zekai, a sharpshooter, can shoot through the clouds.

Sun Xiang, Battle Mage One Autumn Leaf.

Wang Jiexi, a scholar of magic, Wang Buliuxing.

Zhang Xinjie, pastor, Shi Buzhuan.

Guo Mingyu, exorcist, amorous Brahmacharya.

Tang Hao, gangster, Tang San fights.

Chu Yunxiu, an elemental mage, Misty Rain in Fengcheng.

Xiao Shiqin, the mechanic, was exterminated.

Su Mucheng, Gunner, Mu Yuchengfeng.

Fang Rui, Qigong master, Boundless Sea.

Zhang Jiale, ammunition expert, Dante.

Bai Mo, Warlock, Moriarty.

"I'll go, I'm determined!" Fang Rui nodded in surprise, everyone's names were on it.

"Freshly made?" Xiao Shiqin came over and looked him up and down: "Isn't it? Made in advance? Both teams should have it, right? Remember to destroy the one they have!"

"You can't sell it for money!"

"You have to send us the destruction video!"

"It's just..."

"Hey, hey, okay, okay, don't act like you haven't seen the championship trophy before, it's time to show it to me!"

"I just haven't seen it. Have you seen as many championship trophies as your runner-up medals?" Chu Yunxiu rolled her eyes and looked at Zhang Jiale.

"Sorry, counting this, it's the same amount." Zhang Jiale said with a smile.

These guys are really not cute!The president puffed his beard and walked towards the American team with eyes wide open. Compared to the Chinese team, which was happily passing the trophies to each other, the American team was undoubtedly a lot sluggish. Although there were medals, there were no trophies.

Amidst the cheers of all the audience, the teams on both sides walked together and performed the final post-match etiquette. God walked from the end of the team to the front with a blank face, and everyone could see his deep displeasure , but Huang Shaotian didn't care at all: "What's the matter, little brother, are you unhappy that you lost? Then do you want my brother to let you touch my championship trophy?"

God looked at him suspiciously, and adjusted the headset: "What did you say?"

This guy's voice was so urgent and fast that you couldn't even hear what he was saying!

"I say……"

"Sorry to bother you, you played well." Yu Wenzhou smiled and held God's hand.

God hesitated for a moment and nodded, then looked at Ye Xiu, his face became serious again: "You are very strong, but..."

Ye Xiu smiled and rubbed God's head, "You will definitely win next time, right?"

"You don't believe it?" God frowned.

"No, I really believe it, come on." Ye Xiu smiled, waved his hand, walked behind, hesitated for a while: "If you want to touch our championship trophy, it's okay, I can let you touch it."

"Bastard! Gabriel, Dracula, what are you two doing! Let go of me, I'm going to kick him to death!" God kicked his legs frantically, Gabriel and Dracula fought left and right Stopped him: "Let's go, let's talk about it next time we win? It's like we can't afford to lose now..."

"Gabriel was right."

"This time, this time we are obviously..." god's voice lowered. He was arrogant and a little arrogant, but he was not enough to find other reasons for failure.

If you lose, you lose, and if you win next time, it is enough.

Can they really beat the Chinese team in that state this time? God has no idea in his heart, even if he sacrifices himself to cover One Autumn Leaf, the precise and seductive tactical cooperation, and the final eighth-level fighter's will of One Autumn Leaf is branded in his mind.

"Next time, we will win, right?" god took a deep breath.

"Yes." Dracula smiled.

"Well, see you next time, bastards."

China Lounge

"I'm really hurt. My hands can't stop shaking now. I really can't go." Ye Xiu smiled bitterly and looked at Feng Xianjun who was sneering across from him: "Old Feng, ah, no, Uncle Feng, can we just forget it this time? ?
When we went up to chat, all kinds of incomprehensible voices came together in a mess, just like a vegetable market, and we had to think about how to protect the image of the Huaxia team..."

"Stop it, stop it!" It's okay not to say this. As soon as he mentioned this Feng Xianjun, he felt the veins on his forehead jumping: "It's just you Xingxin... Well, except for you, Mucheng, it's just you Xingxin Do you know that this green onion and that guy over there who keeps giggling and almost makes himself laugh are not qualified to mention the image of our Chinese team to me? The image of the Chinese team is all for you to throw away to me! Forget it! , after winning the championship, all those things were written off, now go to the press conference honestly for me, everyone, no one can be missing!"

"It's just that one cannot be missing, but ah, old Feng, you see, our Huaxia team is a whole, right? But the two losses of Xiaobai and Yang Xixi are not what I said. Good teammates are not here. We are really worried about those two guys, so we say we Need to see him..."

"Chairman Feng, as expected, Mr. Moriarty wanted to run, but we brought him here." A staff member pressed Bai Mo's shoulder, and the people behind carefully supported Sun Xiang and walked over.

"..."

"..."

The two groups met again in the Huaxia team's lounge, and Bai Mo scratched his head in embarrassment: "Well, I didn't expect that other people would be bribed as well. I really couldn't break out by myself, so I was caught by mistake."

"I... um, um..." Sun Xiang scratched his head and shook the plaster on his hand.

Gee.

"Let's go, leader." Yu Wenzhou patted Ye Xiu's shoulder helplessly.

"My hand is cramping and it hurts very much." Ye Xiu said seriously.

"It's fine if you don't have cramp in your mouth." Feng Xianjun said with a speechless expression.

"That old Feng, my mouth is cramp, do you think I can not go?" Huang Shaotian raised his hand and asked.

"Your mouth cramps can just save a few words..."

"Okay, okay, tsk, you won't follow us anymore, will you?" Ye Xiu turned around and asked speechlessly.

"Haha, aren't we afraid that you will run away?"

"..."

Then you really know us.

Ye Xiu and Bai Mo looked at each other, smiled bitterly and shook their heads, then you really understand us.

"By the way, we obviously won, why didn't we attend the press conference?" Bai Mo suddenly asked suspiciously.

"...I'm still not used to having this thing after the game." Ye Xiu shook his head.

Mucheng smiled and said, "I don't know, I think it's because Ye Xiu doesn't want to go and I don't want to go."

"Me? I've always been very happy to attend the press conference. It's just to tease Lao Feng that he is afraid that he won't let me go."

"Ah."

"Who says you're not happy?"

"I obviously won the championship this time, no one can stop me from attending the press conference!"

"Aside from Ye Xiu, did anyone say they don't want it?"

Hearing the whispering voices of the group of guys in front became more and more surprised, Lao Feng felt something was wrong.

That's right...why, why!
"Wait a minute, actually it's not good to go to so many people, people don't know who to ask, so, Ye Xiu, Wang Jiexi, Su Mucheng, Zhang Jiale... you guys go, the others go to rest first... , Bastard, didn’t you just say you didn’t even want to go?”

"Quick, quick, run!"

"Don't get caught by Feng Xianjun! What happened to Xiaobai's leg? Hurry up, Lao Zhang, let's fight Xiaobai!"

"This group of bastards." Feng Xianjun scolded: "If you dare to talk nonsense, I will make you unable to eat!"

However, anyone could see the smile on the corner of Feng Xianjun's mouth.

These brats...

(End of this chapter)