The four groups of the Magic City quarterfinals are all in the 5-game format, and the first group of games is a decisive victory against Meizu.

It was supposed to be the finale, but now it is ranked first.

Similarly, as the competition entered the last round of the sub-district, not only did the competition system have been adjusted and changed, but the venues for the competition have also been upgraded accordingly.

The competition location where the eight participating teams are now located is a formal e-sports hall.

Previously, there have been many regular season events in LSPL and even LPL.

There are nearly 800 seats in the venue, enough to accommodate players and spectators to watch the game. Among the audience this morning, almost half of them were wearing uniform logo support T-shirts, holding light signs and glow sticks, sitting in the back row of the audience seats and waving enthusiastically:

"Come on Feng Feng!"

"Come on Tangtang!"

"The decisive victory must be won! The decisive victory must be won!"

When everyone first entered the venue, the venue was in a mess, but they hadn't seen it yet. Now that everyone has sat down, it makes people realize that the scale of the winning team's support team is so large.

There are at least one hundred people...

A mere team of unknown newcomers has so many fans?

Invisibly, the other team members on the scene couldn't help but have improved their impression of the winning team again.

This team...

It's really extraordinary!

At the same time, the players and members of Jiutian and TO teams have also sat in the front row of the audience. Mohe, who is the head of the two clubs, sat aside with Feiniao. Feiniao couldn't help but whisper to communicate with his old friends beside him:

"I said, do you think Meilan will hang today?"

"You want me to see... three to two?"

For Feiniao, such an assessment is already a very objective and rational judgment. It has not left much face to the old friend's team at all, and it has given enough attention to the decisive team.

But when we arrived here in Mohe, the top person in charge of the Jiutian Team Club still shook his head lightly:

“Three to one.”

"Even, maybe three to zero."

Asuki couldn't help but breathe: "So cruel?"

Mohe's eyes looked towards the direction of the competitive platform, and his expression remained indifferent:

"Don't forget, this is the team brought out by that guy 001."

It seems that just one sentence like this can explain everything as if it were a panacea.

It sounds a bit unreasonable.

But both of you here know that in the world professional e-sports circle of that era, this sentence was an axiom that almost everyone recognized.

"I seem to hear someone mentioning me behind my back?"

Laughing came from behind the two.

Mohe and Feiniao turned their heads and saw No. 1's smiley face with a relaxed expression.

Asuki couldn't help rolling his eyes: "It's elusive, can you say hello well?"

Mohe glanced at No. 1 indifferently:

"What, don't worry about your apprentice, are you going to watch the game?"

Number One shrugged:

"What's so worrying about this? Anyway, in the three-to-zero game, I'm afraid that the guy from Liudao will lose later. I'm thinking about coming over to comfort me. If he's angry, remember to stop me."

The tone of course, the words that made people feel itchy and want to beat someone up.

Feiniao had this plan and was about to take action. She was forced to stop because of another beautiful face next to No. 1:

"Xiao Wu?"

No. 5, who accompanied his fiancé here, took No. 1's arm and smiled at the two former old friends in front of him:

"Two, it's been a long time since we were there."

Not only were the ladies present, but they were also the only goddess recognized in the e-sports circle of the previous generation. Even as an opponent of the past, they were admirers and old friends. Mohe and Feiniao both stood up from their seats and nodded slightly to No. 5 to greet him.

The young players from Jiutian and TO teams next to him opened their eyes wide and looked at the scene, their mouths opened into O-shaped, and they were so surprised that they could not be more surprised.

Before this...

They have never seen their own silly treat people with such a serious attitude.

Who are these two people?

No. 1's eyes turned to the Jiutian Team, noticed one of the young players with a bit of enthusiasm between their eyebrows, raised their eyebrows slightly and smiled:

"Who is this?"

Mohe nodded and glanced at his young team member. The latter came over with understanding and nodded respectfully to No. 1 and No. 5.

"Zhang Ke, ID is K, our mid laner in nine days."

Mohe just briefly introduced the core ace of his team in this tone.

No. 1 smiled and reached out to shake the young team member:

"Sir Xiao K, right?"

"I heard from your boss that the top fifteenth Korean server kings are the top students in youth training, which is very good."

If it were God, Sushui or KG's players who could get such praise from No. 1 would have been flattered and excited. Although this young mid laner of the Jiutian team named Zhang Ke thanked him politely, he had a bit of a natural expression.

Even when he heard No. 1 call him, the young team member looked up at No. 1 and corrected:

"It's not the top fifteen, I'm now in the top ten."

"Also, if you can, just call me K."

"No need to add the word 'small'."

One sentence.

It made the atmosphere between the venue quiet for a moment.

Number One raised his eyebrows slightly, and Number Five next to him smiled with interest and looked at the young man who was about 20 years old. However, Mohe's brows frowned unhappily and looked at his team members, with a bit of majesty of hidden anger.

It seemed that Mohe's gaze made the young mid-lane player of the Jiutian Team sluggish a little, and he finally didn't continue to speak, but his face still had a look of unwillingness.

No. 1, who was disregarded, laughed:

"Just call it K, right?"

"Not bad, very ambitious. Those who were qualified to be called this before are already considered the top legend in this circle."

indeed.

It is not clear whether it is a rule, but there are indeed traces to follow in the professional e-sports circle of two generations.

F. from Lee Do-jae to Han Se-ho.

The status is especially superior to that of the world's auxiliary god Autum

The previous generation M.

And the J from the last generation of Europe.

All of them are strong men standing at the top of the pyramid.

No. 1 looked at the young man in front of him who corrected his name and raised his lips slightly:

"So, do you want to be the next one?"

Mohe looked at his mid-lane team member coldly:

"Zhang Ke."

He called him by his name, and his tone was already filled with a stern reprimand.

At this moment, Zhang Ke seemed to turn a deaf ear to his general manager's reprimand and stubbornly faced No. 1's gaze:

"certainly."

“I’m not worse than anyone.”

A proud and confident expression showed:

"As long as I give me a chance, Han Shihao can't sit for long as the world's No. 1 mid-lane position."

Until this sentence.

Finally, the whole scene was completely silent.

Updates are given, two updates are completed, good night, good night, see you tomorrow, friends.
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