Law of the Wasteland

"How...how could it be?" The manipulator of Wushuang Fist stood blankly, as if he was in a dream, the deepest and deepest nightmare, and he couldn't get rid of it.

Before the game, he was full of confidence, saying that a discount would be considered an insult, but after a few tens of seconds, he was unexpectedly defeated, and he was almost powerless to fight back. The ups and downs of the plot were so fast that he was dizzy play.

"Impossible! This is impossible!" The nouveau riche who was on the same boat as him was the same, his smug smile froze on his face strangely before he could stop it, and he muttered to himself in a mess in the wind.

"What's impossible? The facts are in front of you, and you still want to deny it!" The young man reacted quickly, rushed forward, grabbed Wei Bubing's arm and raised it up, "Huh, huh, huh..." The audience They all applauded as if they had just woken up from a dream.

Then Luo Lu turned around and quietly asked the people next to him: "What's going on? How did you win?"

"This... hiss..." The person being asked scratched his head, "It's hard to say, I don't understand it very well. Do you understand?" asked another person beside him.

The other person shook his head: "I don't quite understand it either. That's, that's..." He stretched out his hand and gestured a few times, but he couldn't describe it.

"It's a shame that you guys have the guts to start your dream! At this level, you can't retell the matches that others have played?" Luo Lu said contemptuously.

"Tsk, you're here too, so why don't you look at it yourself, and you still have to ask us? Isn't that your brother? Isn't it your son's thing to bet on?" The questioner asked back.

Luo Lu vomited blood and was poked in the weak spot!

"Okay, okay, the game is over." Chen Kou's voice broke everyone's silence, "The upstarts, you lost, can you get out?"

"Okay, okay, you guys won this time! But next time, next time, you won't be so lucky!" the upstart said unwillingly, but he waved to the stunned Wushuang Fist with a visceral sternness. "Let's go."

Wushuang Quan Hao still remained motionless, looking at Wei Bubing, suddenly seemed to think of something, lifted his hands up, and wanted to say something, but the words got stuck in his throat.

Following the upstart's greeting, he got off the game bed mechanically, walked to the door step by step, turned around and wanted to say something, but was still stuck there, didn't say anything, pushed the door and went out...

"How could it be? How could it be possible?" Luo Lu almost went crazy, and asked all over the net what was going on. However, no one could accurately describe the situation of the battle.

There is a set of classic lines, which could not be more suitable to describe Luo Lu at this moment——

Once, there was a wonderful game on the sidelines, but I was too busy talking to others, and I regretted it when the game was over. The most painful thing in the world is this. If God can give me a chance to do it again If there is an opportunity, I will definitely say four words to the people around me: "Remember to record!"

The victory came too fast and too abruptly. Luo Lu at least knew how to ask people and look for videos to watch. All the people who have seen the battle with their own eyes are in a cloud of fog, even more confused than Luo Lu.

Just won?Lost like that?That's it?

The weak defeat the strong, the blue and green fight against the purple and orange, and the naked silk counterattacks the tall, rich and handsome. This kind of battle should be cheered everywhere, and it should be called a classic?

But why from the beginning to the end, I couldn't even find the good point of cheering, flickering, ** silk won, Gao Fushuai lay down, it was really as if it was fake.

Fake?Someone secretly asked Luo Lu and Xiao Jing: "Hey, hey, didn't you just play a match-fixing match?"

"Get out! Get out! Get out! We're full and we're playing a fake match with Wang Dawai?" Luo Lu stared.

When the listener thought about it, yes, the nouveau riche Wang Dawai had been thinking about that brand for not a day or two, and it seemed that he didn't need to do such a complete set of acting.

"Okay, okay, the annoying person is gone, now you can tell us, what's going on? What brand? Why is Luo Lu blaming us? And this net, what's going on?" Chen Kou patted the cash register and said to Luo Lu and Xiao Jing.

Luo Lu was still persistent in arresting people and asking about the situation, asking if there was any video.

Xiao Jing shook her head when she heard the words: "Don't listen to Xiao Lu, he just likes to talk nonsense. Thank you so much today..."

The little girl spoke in a high-pitched voice, slowly and politely, which was in stark contrast to her wild appearance and coquettish attire.

Luo Lu refused to accept the words: "Who's talking nonsense? How could it be nonsense? If it wasn't for them, I would have been expelled from the Ghost Explosive Squad, and I've already announced that I was behind the beginning of my dream. How dare he come here?"

Did this kid join that explosive ghost group to protect the net?Chen Kou and Wei Bubing had an accident, but...

"Pfft! Haha..." Couldn't help but burst out laughing, the two of them noticed that the nouveau riche still had such a nickname, recalling the shape with one shoulder high and the other shoulder low, and the fact that the root and the spine were at least sandwiched. The tie with an angle of [-] degrees can't help but laugh.

"Laugh, you have the nerve to laugh!" Luo Lu angrily.

"No, not good, I'm sorry..." Intermittently, finally controlled, "Then, what about the brand? What's the matter with the brand?"

The so-called brand turned out to be the outside, under the net signboard, the piece of "master like a cloud", although not very eye-catching, but it has a lot of history. Only sponsors can get it.

At present, there are only a few top-ranked leagues in the game world, that is to say, at most a dozen yuan will be issued each year.

Moreover, the vast majority of the sponsors that were issued will stay in the professional league. They will be converted into team training camps, activity centers and the like. Only a very small number will be left outside because of the team's relegation.

Although it has fallen, this brand is a symbol after all, which means that from this network, there have been professional teams who can be worthy of the words "master like a cloud".

Since the death of Xiaojing's father, the corner of the site is not good, and the network configuration is average. It is because of this signboard that it attracts wasteland players and fans who like infinite fighting, and is able to maintain it.

"Your net, has there ever been a professional team? Which game? What year? Which team? Oh, by the way, Wang Wang Dawai also asked this question just now? Doesn't he even know?" Chen Kou asked in surprise.

Xiao Jing and Luo Lu felt sad for a while.

When the players around felt that there was nothing to watch, they gradually dispersed and went back to their seats. Xiao Jing bit her lip and finally said: "The dream begins, it was not called by this name at that time, but... Qingyu? "

"Qingyu?" Chen Kou's eyes widened instantly, "Your father sponsored the Qingyu team?"