The e-sports god takes it home

Chapter 793 Who Cares

When they came out of the player channel after accepting the post-match interview, they saw a lot of people gathered at the gate of the e-sports center, holding some insulting banners.

You don't need to think about it to know that you are a fan of Tihua, crying and calling for justice for Tihua, the security guards can't stop it.

As soon as they saw them coming out, these people immediately cheered up, wishing to contribute all the dirty words they had learned all their lives to them.

Bu Yao and the others were escorted to the parking lot by security guards all the way, and they stopped completely after getting on the bus and walking far away.

She opened Weibo habitually, and found that in one night, her private messages that had been silent for a while were filled up again.

[Garbage black meat, your mother is dead. 】

【Why do not you go to hell? 】

[The people in the garbage team are all garbage!If you win you are paralyzed, let's disband as soon as possible. 】

……

Bu Yao turned her head and looked around, and found that their complexions were also not very good, and they were probably polluted by the private messages of Tihua fans.

It has only been more than an hour since the restart, and the topic of #garbishWin，头风重开# has already been scolded on the hot search at the speed of a rocket.

What's even more irritating is that Tihua Zhixiu's mid laner posted a Weibo after the match, saying that he was caught at the beginning because he got stuck.

Ti Huafen, who already had to be unreasonable, is even more justified now, saying that Win relied on his Triple Crown fans to bully the weaker teams, and swiped "you deserve it, I'll reopen it" everywhere, and the rhythm was flying all over the sky. .

He Xiaopang was so angry that he scolded Tihua from the time he got on the bus to when he got off the bus.

If Tihua's manager was present, Bu Yao had no doubt that he would be torn apart by He Xiaopang.

Angry and thirsty, as soon as he returned to the hotel, he ran to the supermarket downstairs, bought two large bottles of ice cream, drank half of the bottle in one gulp, and then wiped his mouth and said: " Leave this kind of thing to me, you all go to sleep, prepare for the playoffs, and kill those bastards when the time comes!"

Lu Yan: "Don't think that I don't know that you are using anger as an excuse, so that you can drink two more sips of Bing Kuo Luo with peace of mind."

Bu Yao: "It's our fault that we didn't stop me when I gained weight."

Jiang Jiang: "Brother Fat, listen to my advice, instead of drinking away your worries here, why don't you find Solo, the manager of Tihua."

Laifu: "However, he can beat Chen Wanshui among all KPL managers."

Explosion: "And Chen Wanshui is still voluntary."

Cai Cai: "..." You guys have finished talking...

"Roll, roll, roll!" He Xiaopang, who was exposed, became furious, and slipped away holding his two big bottles of fat house happy water.

The base of the Tihua Zhixiu team.

Ten Kill walked all the way to the door of team manager Wen Ji's room, and just as he raised his hand to knock on the door, he heard voices of dispute coming from inside.

"Why do you post on my Weibo?" It was the middle laner of Tihua Zhixiu, Yemu, who was rhythmically on Weibo.

Wen Ji didn't care about his questioning, "You are a member of the club, and your Weibo account is managed in a unified way. Is there a problem?".
The hands hanging by Yemu's side were tightly clenched, and the knuckles were a little white. Although he didn't want to admit it, he still couldn't help but said: "But I wasn't stuck at the time, Lu Shen also killed me with his strength... ..."

As soon as he said that, Wen Ji smiled, raised his eyebrows and said, "Who cares about this?"

(End of this chapter)