The e-sports god takes it home

Chapter 342 She Accepted It Frankly
Zero originally wanted to give him a high-five, but when he saw his arrogant look, he was scared instantly. He kept them out all the time and did it willfully.

He didn't even know, what were they in his heart?Be it a teammate or an essential aid when winning games.

"Oh my god, ten kills this bastard!" Jiang Jiang looked aggrieved, and was so angry that he wanted to drop his earphones.

Laifu rubbed his head, but didn't speak.

Bu Yao took off the earphones in a daze, and heard the cold voice of the person next to him: "Congratulations, you have ushered in the first defeat in your career."

"The wave just now blamed me, it shouldn't be so violent." Bu Yao consciously began to take the blame.

This time, she didn't have any excuses anymore, she took the hero she was good at, and with the best state and the most dazzling operation, she lost to Ten Kill.

It's not because of mentality, nor because of being targeted, it's just because she is not strong enough.

In the past, she was the passerby king that people looked up to, but when she entered the professional arena, she was just a newbie. Whether it was being sprayed or losing a game, every professional player had to go through it, so she accepted it frankly.

Even though she lost the game, she was calmer than ever. After bowing deeply to the fans who came to cheer, she and her teammates came to the center of the stage and shook hands with everyone on the opposite side.

Ten Kill still had that arrogant look, and said coldly, "You're still a long way off."

Bu Yao nodded, "I know."

His fist seemed to hit the cotton, it didn't hurt, but it made him a little uncomfortable. He didn't see the expression he wanted on her face, but saw her eyes, which were calm but firm.

This inexplicably made him a little irritable. When the prey was no longer afraid, then he, the murderer, would not have any pleasure.

He was staring at her fascinated, when his hand was suddenly grasped vigorously, and a voice of gnashing teeth sounded in his ear, "Didn't your mother teach you that it's impolite to stare at others?"

"Then your mother didn't teach you not to use too much force when shaking hands?" Shisha retorted, and returned the same vigorous shake.

Lu Yan withdrew his hand and snorted coldly, "You know it's impolite to use so much force, your education is prenatal education, right?"

Tosha shrugged, "To each other."

Lu Yan: "Thank you, thank you."

Ten Kills: "Concession and Concession."

Lu Yan: "Don't dare to do it, don't dare to do it."

Bu Yao: "..."

Seeing that the two looked like they were about to fight, Bu Yao hurriedly took away her older mentally handicapped child.

As soon as He Xiaopang saw them coming down, he hurriedly handed him a pack of wet tissues, then crossed his arms and said, "Keep your salty pig hands away, the public, you are shameless, I want more."

"Who cares?" Lu Yan rolled his eyes at him, slowly took out a tissue and began to wipe his hands.

Without waiting for his order, Bu Yao also consciously took out a wet tissue and wiped it perfunctorily twice. She didn't dare to reach out to hold his hand until she got in the car, and said with a low smile, "Today I follow my wife's request."

Lu Yan's cold face finally softened a bit, and he patted himself on the shoulder and said, "Are you going to cry? The tissues are ready for you, and I will lean on your shoulders. I promise I won't laugh."

Bu Yao: "..." I can't cry, I'm sorry.

She took out her mobile phone, but she didn't want to read the comments that much anymore. People who like her will always see her hard work, and people who hate her can find reasons to spray her no matter whether she wins or loses. Then I care about it.

(End of this chapter)