him and her cat

Chapter 81
Eight o'clock in the morning in Chicago.

At two o'clock in the morning in China, the alarm clock on the mobile phone rang on time.

Shujia closed her eyes, turned over, and fumbled to pick up the phone.

She squinted her eyes reluctantly, adapting to the bright light from the phone screen in the dark, and opened Zhangmeng.

October 10, the last day of the second round of the group stage.

Among the four groups, except for Group A, where the qualifying situation is not clear, the other groups have basically locked their qualifying places.

Among the three teams in LPL so far, except for YLD who played unstable and narrowly lost to FCN, the United States has come to the end of the week. OP was upset yesterday, defeating SG and successfully advancing to the quarterfinals.

The rest of WR and TMS are very tight, and there is still suspense in the quarterfinals. SKT has already secured the first place in the group, so the remaining two teams in Group A are entering the battle for the right to qualify.

When Shujia clicked into the live broadcast room, the match scene had already started to warm up.

Because in the United States, most of the people present were fans of TMS, and there were faint cheers from fans in the venue.

She turned on the desk lamp, leaned against the head of the bed, picked up the cup and took a sip of water to moisten her lips, keeping her eyes on the phone screen.

The game is still a few minutes away.

The two commentators in the live broadcast room chatted casually while waiting.

The comments below are also swiping quickly.

Obviously, like Shujia, there are not a few fans who set their alarm clocks late at night to watch WR advance to the quarterfinals.

In fact, most fans are still very confident about today's game.Although TMS is the top player in the North American division, for the Chinese division, except for the LCK, teams from other places basically do not pose any threat to the LPL.

Commentary A: To be honest, WR is under quite a lot of pressure today. After all, it is TMS's home game, which is different from China.

Commentary B: Oh?What a difference.

Commentary A: You said how popular WR is in China. Every time they played, which time did the screams of fans overturn the roof of the stadium?As a result, this time I met TMS, and the audience was full of supporters from TMS, and I still felt a bit of a gap in my heart, you understand?
Commentary B: Actually, I think today's game is really hard to say. I watched a few TMS games before, and they still have a lot of ideas.

Commentary A agrees: The level of the European division has improved rapidly in recent years, and now it has a faint momentum to surpass the LPL.

Commentator B: Well, we used to be their big brother, but now
The two of you say a word to me.

The players are debugging their own equipment, and everything else is basically ready.

There was a lot of noise.

Flashing lights, a stage, raucous fans.

on the big screen.

Before officially entering the ban/pick stage, the director's camera, as usual, swept across the audience first, and then the players from both sides.

There were many fans at the scene, whispering non-stop, and most of them held TMS support objects.

The TMS team looked optimistic as a whole. Several people had relaxed expressions on their faces and were chatting with smiles.

The facial features of Europeans are naturally three-dimensional and deep, which is very photogenic.

On the other hand, WR, the atmosphere is relatively silent, everyone has a serious look on their faces, and everyone has obviously invested in the upcoming game.

Even Aaron, who had always been used to laughing, was looking very serious at the moment, wearing goggles and resting his fingers on the keyboard.

GGbond stared at the computer screen, moved his neck, and showed no expression.

WR's coach stood behind Zhou Dang, helped him squeeze his shoulders, and approached him, not knowing what he was talking about.

Zhou Dang said very little, bowed his head and moved his wrists.The soft black hair on the forehead covered the eyelashes, and there was a usual cold expression on his face.

He wears short sleeves and has striking black tattoos on his hands.

Although many of the people who came to the scene were fans of TMS, when Zhou Dang appeared in the camera, the fans still cheered.

Seeing this, the two commentators began to joke.

Commentary A: It seems that Wan Shen's title of North American Popularity King is not just a bragging, but having said that, WR is so serious today, I am not used to it.

Commentary B: It should be that everyone has switched to the competition mode.

Commentator A chuckled and said: Hey, look at Wan's eyes.

Commentary B: What look?
Commentary A: Do you feel a little arrogant?
Commentator B took a closer look and joked: Don't say it, it's really a bit hahahahahaha, how many girl fans are drowning in this eye
Commentary A: Look at the murderous look of God Wan, WR did not run away in the quarterfinals tonight
As soon as commentator A's flag stands up, the chat room frantically swipes:

[As the number one poisonous milk in the league, please stop talking! ! ! 】

[lol poisonous milk No.1 who else is there besides you! ? !Who else? ! ! 】

[There are also jokers]

【It's enough! !Please don't milk my team before the game. Thank you! ! 】

【God, I'm too nervous to watch it! !I beg kindhearted people to broadcast live on Weibo]

[WR can't make it to the quarter-finals, I will live broadcast and chop it up]

[Come on, come on, come on, my male model team, by the way, confess to me in the front row, I love my brother Ang]

(End of this chapter)