Eight hundred and eleventh, the end of the game to find Z
Of course there is a playback.
What people didn't expect was.
Even if there are spades.
The players throughout the game were still Qin Mo.
But it's not surprising. After all, there was a 22-game in it. Qin Shen asked Feng Baobao to watch it from the side and picked the other party three times.
In fact, Feng Baobao didn't want to watch it, but he really couldn't catch up with the captain's speed, so he pushed the tower there.
He also broke the city in the end.
In this way, Qin Mo's hunting number was several higher than that of spades.
Of course, there are more than just evaluating team members.
There are other contributions.
The audience also noticed that even the number of people hunted was the same.
These two people are also different in other aspects.
When Qin Shen was killing, he pushed down one or two moats on the other side, and the output data was different.
See that string of data.
Even people from professional teams can only admire the thoughts that can flash through their minds.
There is one person who is not entirely true.
He also sat in the audience, but unlike when he was doing variety shows, this time he was not wearing a war uniform. He wore gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose and a black mask under him.
"The e-sports circle is really different nowadays, haha."
A very light smile.
He was heard by the person sitting next to him.
"What? Still nostalgic?"
Although the man was watching e-sports, he was holding a book that only a psychological criminologist could read. As his long black hair swept across his red-colored nails, he asked with his side eyes.
The light blocked the man's face and couldn't see what he looked like.
Rao Rong pushed his glasses and the lenses reflected: "How could it be? Why did I come back this time? You don't know very well. Everything is just for revenge."
"Of course I know, but I really don't have any interest in such a game." The man picked Shu Yihe: "Why does he like to play such a game that doesn't match his identity at all? He should have gotten out and played the game early, what do you think?"
Rao Rong turned his head: "According to Qin Mo's personality, I should have forgotten you a long time ago."
"No, you don't know him, I should say that no one knows him now." The man held his face with both hands, and his eyes were clearly smiling, but it made people feel uncomfortable no matter how they look at it, and it clearly brought out a sweet breath.
Rao Rong didn't say anything more.
Because there is a little bit.
He couldn't say it, but he had to admit it.
When he saw Qin Mo operating the game characters to lower his sweep, his blood still moved.
It just happened just a moment and disappeared soon.
Esports.
He shouted with passion.
It is just an existence that will abandon the team members after they have no use value.
Rao Rong looked at his hands, and the light and shadow that could not be illuminated blurred all his expressions.
As usual, there must be one person who will be interviewed by the captain or vice-president of the team who wins.
It is impossible to get Qin Shen to be interviewed.
The media simply found Bo Jiu, a young man with long legs.
The host here led Bo Jiu to a relatively quiet place.
On the other side, the team members began to officially leave the field.
But at this moment.
On the far left side of the audience, I don’t know which male fan suddenly shouted excitedly: “Do, Watanabe God?!”
Watanabe, who had originally wanted to leave with a hat, then he held the grass heavily in his heart!
The first reaction was to see their deputy team.
Chapter completed!