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Chapter 259 The Pretentious Professional Player
"If you are afraid of losing, just say it, and I won't say anything."

Zhao Xiaolong has been unhappy with him for a long time.

Now that he finally has a chance to piss him off, Zhao Xiaolong will naturally not let it go.

"No, what do you mean by that?"

"Are you doubting that I, a dignified professional mid laner, can't beat a passer-by? And I'm still on the national server?"

"are you joking?"

Originally, Zhao Xiaolong just had the mentality of being jealous, and said a few words about him.

I never thought that Zhang Yanle would be like a cat whose tail was stepped on, and it would blow up all of a sudden.

"Fuck, what the hell are you doing?"

Seeing him yelling excitedly at him inexplicably, Zhao Xiaolong was completely broken by him in an instant, and yelled the same.

"I said what are you two doing?"

"That's right, calm down and calm down."

"Why, everyone is teammates."

Seeing the two of them tense, the rest of the club surrounded them all at once.

"Fuck, what's going on? It's not like the professional players are fighting, is it?"

"It looks a bit like the situation, what the hell, it's a lot of fun."

"It's awesome, I don't know which two people are going to fight."

"..."

In the club, there are also several professional players broadcasting live.

The rest of the audience saw the current picture of the club in their live broadcast.

"Zhang Xiaolong said that I can't even single out a passer-by. What do you think he has a problem with me?"

"Isn't this fucking embarrassing me?"

Seeing the crowd gathered around, Zhang Yanle suddenly became confident and said to the crowd.

"Don't you look down on others?"

"If you're really that awesome, you'll fight him one-on-one!"

"If you beat him today, I will bow and apologize to you today!"

"do you dare?"

Zhao Xiaolong also broke out today, pointed at Zhang Yanle's nose and said loudly.

Don't think that the relationship between a team will be good.

In fact, I don't know how many open and secret battles there are.

The most important thing is that Zhang Yanle's awesome skills are not good in the team, he is just a bastard.

So the status in the team is not high.

This is why Zhao Xiaolong has the confidence to hate him.

"Okay! That's what you said!"

"Not only do I want you to bow and apologize here, I also want you to publicly apologize to me in your live broadcast room and Weibo!"

I heard Zhao Xiaolong talking like this, and there are so many people watching.

If he is really cowardly here, how will he gain a foothold in the team in the future?
So Zhang Yanle gritted his teeth and stomped his feet, and agreed.

"Okay, but what if you lose?"

"Will I lose if I beat a passer-by in the national server who has never heard of it?"

"Don't push me so much, I'll just ask you, what if you lose?"

"What do you propose?"

"I don't take advantage of you either, just follow me with the request you just said!"

"Row!"

Things have developed to this point, and neither of the two sides will coddle here.

Then Zhang Yanle began to prepare to log in and entered the room opened by Li Feifan.

Although the club is temporarily calm.

But the fans in each live broadcast room climaxed one by one.

"Damn it, a professional mid laner is going to be singled out with a passer-by in the national server!"

"Who is who? How much is the king, that person."

"I don't know, where can I see it?"

"I know, I just finished watching that person fight Wang Qing one-on-one, and turned Wang Qing's bright moon with a cold hand."

"So awesome? What's the name?"

"I really don't know that!"

"I just went to send his information, it is ordinary gold, judging by his previous record, it is very ordinary!"

"Could it be that he played someone else's account?"

"It's very possible, don't talk nonsense, just send him his room number, and I'll go and have a look."

"Walking around, I haven't had this kind of fun for a long time, let's join in the fun too."

"..."

Not long after, when many fans were still complaining about Wang Qing, another 10,000+ fans flooded into Li Feifan's live broadcast room.

Let's talk one by one, and Zhang Yanle will come in later to challenge him one-on-one.

As soon as this sentence came out, the previous fans had an orgasm again, and one after another posted bullet screens.

Wang Qing, who was being scolded at this time, suddenly saw that no one was criticizing him, and they all ran to Li Feifan's live broadcast room or Zhang Yanle's live broadcast room to watch a good show.

"Fuck, good thing!"

"I didn't expect that idiot Zhang Yanle would also get involved. If he loses too, then what will happen to me?"

Seeing that no one was spraying him, Wang Qing's pressure instantly eased a lot.

Thinking about it again, if even the current professional player loses to Li Feifan, then the record of his defeat just now is still a big deal?
Therefore, Wang Qing also ran to Li Feifan's live broadcast room with great interest to watch the match between the two of them.

"Huh? Professional players want to fight me one-on-one?"

Li Feifan looked at the barrage in the live broadcast room with a dazed look on his face.

His initial thought was just that he didn't want these people in the live broadcast room to spray him, so as not to make Lin Youqing angry.

Well now, the movement is getting bigger and bigger.

The most important thing is that the number of people in his live broadcast room is also increasing crazily.

So far, it has risen to hundreds of thousands.

"Choose someone, today I will teach you how to behave!"

As soon as Zhang Yanle entered the room, he typed a sentence on the public screen.

"As expected of a professional player, his words are domineering!"

"Brilliant!"

"666"

"Today we will take a look at how you educate this person."

"Fuck, can professional players be so arrogant?"

"He has arrogant capital, okay?"

"It's true. After all, he is a professional. If you lose to such a person, then don't play any profession. It's just a shame."

"It makes sense."

After all, Zhang Yanle is a professional player, so in the eyes of many passers-by, he still represents the top group of people in the game.

So there are still many people who help him stand on the platform.

"can."

"Actually, I also hope that I can learn something from this one-on-one duel with you."

"I hope you don't disappoint me."

Seeing that Zhang Yanle was acting so aggressive when he came in.

This immediately made Li Feifan a little upset.

Yes, you are a pro gamer, but so what?
It's fine if you pretend to be aggressive in front of others.

But you want to pretend to be aggressive in front of me in front of a million people today, but I don't agree!
So Li Feifan sneered and sent a few messages on the public screen.

"Fuck, this kid is awesome!"

"What's awesome, isn't this called pretending to be awesome?"

"But don't say it yet, I think the few words he said are so handsome!"

"That's right, these few words are really pretentious, even if you lose, it's nothing."

"Don't let me down, you're fucking pretending!"

"Come on, anchor, I've been enjoying watching Zhang Yan for a long time!"

"That's right, what about professional players? I've never seen him before!"

"Blast him! I'll give you rockets!"

Seeing that Li Feifan was not humble at all, and dared to toughen Zhang Yanle, everyone immediately attracted a lot of fans.

In addition, people like Zhang Yanle had many black fans before, so now many people help Li Feifan to stand on the platform.

"Hehe, when the beating is over, let me see if your mouth is still so hard!"

Seeing that Li Feifan dared to hate him, Zhang Yanle seemed to be challenged, and said angrily in the live broadcast room.

(End of this chapter)