The e-sports god takes it home

Chapter 280 You Hit My Heart

"Maybe it's because you want to win in a stable way. After all, the head mechanism is here. If you don't pay attention, it may allow the opponent to gain an advantage. Although Win's previous style of play looks very satisfying, it is inevitable. It could all be lost.”

As a girl, Xixi couldn't help but want to say a few more words for her, but until the end of the whole game, she couldn't see Team Win fighting back.

Even one second before the crystal exploded, the Ten Killer Sun Ce drove the boat around their crystal for a full circle, full of provocation and irony.

[Defeat! (fail)】

Bu Yao stared blankly at the failure sign in the center of the screen, her mind was so messed up that she couldn't even hear what her teammates said.

Lu Yan took off her earphones, grabbed her ponytail and shook it, "Let's go."

Bu Yao turned her head and looked at him blankly, "Why?"

"Go to the toilet." Lu Yan said, and had already walked out of the war room first.

Bu Yao froze on the gaming chair, momentarily hesitating whether to follow.

Burst patted her on the shoulder, still looking cheerful, "Why are you standing there, follow along."

"Oh..." Bu Yao belatedly chased after him, and at the same time was a little puzzled.

Going to the bathroom together, isn't it something that only girls do?

And why do the two of them have to go to the toilet together?
I feel inexplicably that she and the captain are having sex...

She just followed him all the way to the bathroom door, Lu Yan suddenly turned around, and she bumped her head into his arms, the familiar orange fragrance came to her face, inexplicably soothing her restless mood .

His joking voice came from above his head: "Miss sister, you hit someone's heart."

Bu Yao raised her head embarrassingly, and met his calm eyes like a pool of water, feeling even more ashamed.

Judging from her current performance, she is not worthy of being a professional player, nor is she worthy of standing by his side.

"What's going on, tell me." Lu Yan said.

"I..." Bu Yao took a deep breath, and it seemed that it took a lot of effort to say that sentence: "I can't beat ten kills."

"Very good, I know how much I weigh." Lu Yan nodded, motioning for her to continue.

"I am very afraid of losing, I have no confidence, I am afraid of dragging you down, and I am afraid of being scolded by netizens. I can't even control my emotions. I have clearly said not to be impulsive or anxious, but my hands are always bigger than my hands. My thoughts are one step faster, I even doubt whether I should come here, whether I am worthy of standing by your side..."

At the end, her head was almost retracted into her neck, like a quail, and her voice became low and inaudible: "I know I'm wrong, but I just can't control myself, I don't deserve a job player."

"Then, in your mind, what should be a competent professional player?"

Before she could speak, he had already answered for her: "Do you think you should carry the whole game, get pentakills every time, give you four salted fish who can shout 666 and you can show off the whole game, alone Put the five people on the opposite side in the spring and beat them?"

"Then why do you want the four of us to follow behind and applaud you? If you win, you will be rewarded with a big red flower?"

Bu Yao was dumbfounded for a moment when he said it, "I don't have one."

"I was caught once and lost a wave of rhythm, and I felt that the sky was about to fall. For a person like me who just gave a blood when he came up, shouldn't he be buried alive after the game?" He raised his eyebrows and tilted his head. Looking at her, "Why don't we just bury the two of us together, so we can chat if we have nothing to do?"

(End of this chapter)