Male god, don't tease me: Little soldiers also want to be kings!

Chapter 159 The coquettish red

Bai Yu chased the fisherman away, sat on the middle seat of GD, picked up the competition equipment, and seemed to intend to join the competition.

The host walked over curiously and asked everyone's thoughts: "Captain Baiyu, isn't your hand injured? Are you going to participate in the competition?"

"Yeah." Bai Yu nodded indifferently, his eyes lightened slightly.

"Are you sure? This is a match against Team Thousand Strikes!" the host asked again.

He looked at the gauze on Baiyu's wrist, it was neat and tidy, and he couldn't see the specific injury.

"One hand is fine." Bai Yu wiped the screen without looking up.

There was a commotion.

Bai Yu's words can be said to be an obvious provocation.

Can you hit a thousand strikes with one hand?

People who eat melons expressed their excitement one after another!
Because they had never seen Baiyu like this.

Baiyu has always been indifferent to everything, with a calm and breezy look.

In the competition, you can get the first place without making a fuss.

In interviews, I always stand there and rarely speak.

At a disadvantage, Furui operated without wavering.

Therefore, they have never seen Baiyu's expression moved.

He would say such provocative words today, everyone was shocked and looking forward to it.

It's all a group of people who don't think it's a big deal...

The rest of GD ran to Bai Yu, trying to persuade him.

But Baiyu is a person no one can change his mind.

They also don't have much time to persuade him.

In the end, everyone can only compromise.

Bai Yu fixed the phone on the table, which may not be so flexible, but it doesn't consume so much on the wrist.

Mo Yumeng squeezed her hands, she didn't know exactly how Baiyu's hand was hurt and to what extent.

In the brief meeting backstage, because Bai Yu hid behind the door, she didn't see his hand hurt.

It would be great if he walked away without feeling angry at first, at least he knew whether his injury was serious or not...

Mo Yumeng's heart twitched, but she could only fidget and watch the game.

It has to be said that the Thousand Strikes team still has two brushes.

Especially after adding Zhao Zhiyue, it is even more powerful.

Zhao Zhiyue is currently the person with the highest comprehensive score among domestic ADCs. Needless to say, his skills are also very strong. He is the kind of person who is particularly stable and never takes any risks.

Under Zhao Zhiyue's command, the entire Thousand Strikes team was leak-free, without any flaws.

Baiyu was injured, and he didn't have a big advantage in the middle lane. Instead, the jungler from Thousand Strikes kept coming to target him.

In the past, Baiyu was also targeted in this way, but he used to be able to handle it with ease, but now he is a little powerless.

Every movement of his wrist was painful.

In such a tense situation, he didn't even dare to make waves anymore, so he stayed in the wild area honestly and waited for the opportunity to move.

Mo Yumeng observed closely, so her heart was raised even higher. Her eyes fell on Baiyu from the beginning to the end, for fear that he would have any accidents.

The competition gradually entered a fierce stage, and the pressure on Baiyu's wrist was also increasing.

At the beginning, you only need to stay in the middle lane to line up, and the opponent's speed is not required, and the movement range is also small.

But in the team battle stage, the hand speed exploded, and Bai Yu's hands moved more and more frequently.

Slowly, Mo Yumeng noticed that there were specks of blood seeping out from under the gauze.

Bai Yu seemed unconscious, pursing his lips, his eyes focused.

In a team battle, only he and Zhao Zhiyue were left.

Bai Yu's eyes fixed on him, and his fingertips fluttered.

Only afterimages are seen.

And the coquettish red on the snow-white gauze.

(End of this chapter)