The e-sports god has fallen again

Chapter 392 Is It Really So Silky?
"Isn't it almost interesting to just show off your cooking skills?" Gu Congxin put his chin on one hand, and really thought about it seriously.

"If you think it's not attractive enough, why don't you show off your cooking skills?" Shi Bai said.

"What flower work?"

Shi Bai pondered for a moment, then tentatively asked: "Such as vinegared bricks, fried slippers, braised leather soles?"

Gu Congxin: "???" I suspect that you are embarrassing me, and I have evidence.

She sneered twice, "I think braised living people may be more interesting, would you like to be my food?"

Shi Bai: "..." Sorry to bother you.

"God damn braised people, I just set up a barbecue stall in the base." Ji Shaoyi complained: "Then while grilling skewers, I performed freestyle live for the grandparents in the audience."

"I even thought about the lyrics." He tapped a chopstick on the edge of the bowl and started his performance: "Medicine! Medicine! Cheek trouble! I said chili, you said you want..."

With a 'ding' sound, Lang Qiao threw a steel coin into his empty bowl, and interrupted him with a blank expression: "Shut up."

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Shi Bai gave him a thumbs up on the spot: "The moment he opened his mouth, he was a wandering entertainer from Old Tianqiao..."

The next second his raised thumb was forcibly pushed down.

Cheng Gong: "Shut up, too."

Shi Bai: "..." Boom.

After a lively lunch, they still couldn't figure out how to make money.

Seeing that none of them were concentrating on training, Cheng Gong had no choice but to clap his hands, calming his mind and saying, "Don't worry about money for now, let's save some time during this period, and it won't be a problem to make it to the playoffs."

"Then, what about after the playoffs?" Tian Luo raised his hand weakly.

"After the playoffs, it all depends on your abilities." Cheng Gong put away his eccentric traditional performing arts, glanced at their faces one by one, and finally said loudly: "Win the championship, the bonus is 80 yuan , and directly sent to the PGC Global Finals, your value will be doubled directly, and you will not have to worry about sponsors and endorsements next season."

"Win the runner-up, with a bonus of 32 yuan, and can qualify for the qualifiers of the PGC Global Finals. If you can stand out from the encirclement and achieve better results in the PGC Global Finals, it should be fine for another season."

"Don't ask me why the treatment of the champion and the runner-up are so different, because there is no second place in e-sports."

"As for the second runner-up..." Cheng Gong paused, spread his hands helplessly and said, "It's not in our consideration."

As for the runner-up after the third runner-up, the rewards for the fifth, sixth, seventh, eighth and ninth place are a drop in the bucket for their team.

If they want to revitalize the entire team, they must create a miracle.

After Cheng Gong's words, the huge restaurant fell silent.

If it was a month or two ago, they might have shouted out loudly, 'I want to win the championship'.

But now, they don't even have the courage to say this.

Because while they are trying to catch up, those strong teams are also struggling to move forward.

Wanting to catch up with those strong teams with several years of foundation in a few months is tantamount to wishful thinking.

There was nothing they could do but quicken their pace.

"So, do you know what you should do?" Cheng Gong put away the bowls and chopsticks, and entered the training room first.

All the villains who were chattering a few minutes ago quickly packed up their dishes and entered the training match in an orderly manner.

The ones with drooping heads are more cute than the other.

Seeing that Lang Yan snorted lightly, he muttered in a low voice: "Isn't it just money? I have plenty."

Gu Congxin gave him a blank look: "Then you voted, watching your wife and sister eat bran and swallowing vegetables, won't your conscience really hurt?"

Lang Yanxin said that I really want to vote, but my sister who is as upright as a steel pipe refuses to take it.

Not only did she not want it, but she also patted him on the shoulder and said earnestly that money would only corrode her fighting spirit, and sometimes she didn't know how good she was unless she pushed herself.

Well, Mr. Lang's inner taste came from the moment he opened his mouth.

Regardless of the praise or criticism from the outside world, the entire villain team has always progressed steadily and slowly according to its own rhythm.

The total points list in the regular season was ups and downs, but they only made progress, climbing from the bottom of the list to the middle of the list step by step, and even advanced to the playoffs in the last game of the regular season.

This repeated trial and error operation on the edge of the playoffs made the players of other teams sweat for them.

[Win, Lie Ying: A daily question, was Ji Shen punished by God today? 】

[Pang Da team, Gun Gun: No!Their team is stuck in the last place and advanced! 】

[Diamond, Coke: That's great, I don't even want to watch the playoffs without him. 】

[QYER, Ji Shao:? ? ? 】

[QYER, Ji Shao: I suspect that you want to see me condemned by God, and I have evidence! 】

[Diamond, Coke: Pfft, you found out. 】

[Mianmian didn’t owe any money: Insider information, we will invite a commentator who is so dead in the playoffs to be our mysterious guest. I suggest you go and beg him to say 'Ji Shaoyi is a non-chief' and keep you in the bombing zone from now on. Walk sideways, don't worry about landing with a gun, all the airdrops are chasing you, and the cars you pick up are full of gas. 】

After his freestyle, they were all moved by Li Win.

[Win, Lie Ying: Is it really so smooth?If I beg him to say that the Win team must lose, will we directly win the championship this year? 】

[Team Pang Da, Gun Gun: You think well, even if Team Ritian fails, there are still a few of our brothers standing up there!I want to line up behind the champion! 】

[RT, Jiang Xiaosui: Is it that God Qi can't hold the knife anymore, or are you drifting away?How dare you want to be a champion? 】

The childish elementary school chickens are still talking in the group, but the witty Ji Shaoyi has already quietly opened Mianmian's private chat window.

[QYER, Ji Shao: The mysterious guest you mentioned who gave birth to someone, couldn't be You from the KPL league next door, right? 】

[Mianmian didn't owe money: bingo. 】

[Mianmian didn’t owe any money: It is said that the world champion of the King’s Glory Division of the Win team was forcibly breastfed by his guardian god, and even a foreign player’s finger was broken by his breastfeeding, so I ask you fiercely not tough!Fierce or not! 】

Ji Shaoyi: "." Too aggressive.

[QYER, Ji Shao: So here comes the question, how can I get him to say this? 】

[Mianmian didn't owe money: Then I don't know, why don't you lead your team to win the PCL championship and advance to the PGC global finals? 】

Ji Shaoyi: "???" What kind of magical logic is this?

[QYER, Ji Shao: And then? 】

[Mianmian didn't owe money: Then, in order to keep the champion in our Chinese competition area with the greatest probability, PCL officials are likely to invite You to be our Chinese version commentator. 】

(End of this chapter)