The scumbag bamboo horse is back [E-sports]

[Is this dish serious? 】

[Revealed the original form? 】

This time, Gu Xu was really worried that Qin Yue was holding on, and also afraid that Qin Yue's voice would be too hoarse to speak. He just wanted to make a quick decision to finish this round quickly, and then let Qin Yue go to rest obediently.

[Our side] Demon King (monkey): Diao Chan comes to get blue, push up the middle tower on the road, and two people on the bottom road guard the tower.

Meng Mingfei was a little flustered by the bullet screen, she used Qin Yue's account, and she died so badly under Zhuo Zhen's hands, she was too scolded by Qin Yue.

Gu Xu, who didn't dislike her, was now a "hot chicken hugging thigh anchor", and hurriedly explained while going to Lan's father obediently.

[Our side] Crown (Diao Chan): Not me.

The monkey suddenly punished, and Papa Lan instantly became a light circle on the sole of the monkey's feet.

[On the reaction speed of the jungler in the national server...]

[Fuck? !】

[The dish is not me?Crown I know you. 】

[The speed of the devil king is probably not a mother's solo]

Meng Mingfei didn't think much about it at first, but when she saw the barrage, she couldn't help getting angry, and asked, "What does he mean?"

Lin Mo: ...

He has learned, man, to be silent when it is time to be silent.

[Our side] Guteng Laoshu (Cheng Yaojin): Do professional players hold their respect like this?The dish is not me?

The angry Meng Mingfei hopped on his feet, turned on the team mic, and said, "Qin Yue went to answer the phone. I've been playing this round from the beginning."

[Our side] Guteng Laoshu (Cheng Yaojin): It's great to play games with my girlfriend.

"I'm his teammate Meng Mingfei, does Meng Mingfei know?" Seeing Ouyang pleadingly, Meng Mingfei could only restrain herself from getting too excited.

[Our side] Guteng Old Tree (Cheng Yaojin): Miss, I was joking with Luna just now, can we add a friend later?

[Our side] Demon King (Monkey): Hold on to the tower, they will target you

Meng Mingfei felt that she couldn't control her anger today, and if she continued to play this game, she might have to find the real person Zhuo Zhen to PK.

After turning off the mic and putting the phone into Lin Mo's arms, Meng Mingfei lied on the table weakly, "You can just play around, I want to calm down, don't call me even if Zhuo Zhen is not dead."

Lin Mo looked at Ouyang and Brother Hua for help.

The duo of Real Operation Paintbrush watched the world and the world one after another, pretending to be attracted by the live broadcast.

Lin Mo, who also doesn't know how to play mid laners, had no choice but to take the hot potato and squat behind everyone in strict accordance with Gu Xu's instructions.

Ouyang suddenly exclaimed, "Damn it, this monkey is so fierce."

Meng Mingfei didn't even bother to give a look, and she lay on the table thinking about what evil she had fallen into today, to be so irritable, could it be that the days of each month were brought forward again?

The monkey took the blue and squatted in the grass in the middle.

It just so happened that Han Xin and Zhuang Zhou came from the red zone this time, they couldn't see the monkey who had squatted long ago, but the monkey saw them clearly.

Han Xin did not panic in the face of the monkey who suddenly appeared, and was ready to fight the monkey. Both junglers had control and damage. At this time, whoever has support and who has a high economy will have an advantage. At this moment, Han Xin has both.

Ten seconds later,

Zhuo Zhen watched with a livid face as the bloody monkey swaggered away.

He wanted to scold Zhuang Zhou for what he was eating, but he could only hold it in his heart because he was live broadcasting.

Ouyang Xiaopang, who was watching the live broadcast, pushed Meng Mingfei frantically and said, "Feifei, Zhuo Zhen is dead! Come and see his corpse!"

Meng Mingfei came back to life in an instant, and moved to Ouyang's side.

Brother Hua stared at the screen with bright eyes, his occupational disease broke out, and he muttered to himself: "This wave of consciousness can give 80 points, and micro-manipulation 100 points."

Too many consciousness points are deducted because he is too orphaned, and he never thought that after waiting for a minute, his teammates will arrive to collect two kills.

Ouyang stared at the screen with great interest, and said to Brother Hua, "Brother Hua, give me an explanation. How can Han Xin not beat a monkey with so many small equipment and support?"

Brother Hua was very happy this time, and said: "When the monkey enters the field with a skill, he hits the stick first. Although the big move was dispelled by Zhuang Zhou and failed to control it, it still needs to eat honestly when it hurts Han Xin."

"The key is that his second skill is too perfect. The invincible time just coincides with Han Xin's big move of Guoshi Wushuang. Of course, the most important thing is that Han Xin underestimated the enemy and didn't use the displacement to keep a safe distance from the monkey."

Brother Hua stared at the monkey who was sneaking into the local wild area, and quickly calculated the data of the monkey's round in his mind.

Lin Mo didn't see the situation at that time, so he heard a little confused, and asked: "It means that Han Xin with the support used a big move, but the monkey without the support has no effect?"

After all, Meng Mingfei was a professional player who had played for two seasons, and immediately realized the monkey's unusual crit, and said with a bit of a toothache, "Does it count as having a crit buff?"

The monkey managed to steal a little dragon while Han Xin was staring at Diao Chan, and he was not caught by Han Xin with his critical attack speed.

A smile suddenly appeared on Gu Xu's serious face without knowing it, and he instantly changed from a handsome guy with sword eyebrows and star eyes to a little wolf dog with tiger teeth, and his gentle voice carried an indescribable ghostly feeling.

"I've always been called a Poor Monkey by you, and I've always felt aggrieved. In order to prove to you that I'm actually very restrained, I decided to show you what a real Poor Monkey is."

Gu Xu said to minimize the bullet screen, so as not to be affected by the operation.

Adjust the sitting posture again, and move the already stiff neck and shoulders a little.

[Are you going to zoom in? 】

【... Wasn't it enough to be a monkey before?Don't you want to go to the sky and stand side by side with the sun. 】

[Suddenly the ghost made my legs weak, did I think too much? 】

[The front is not alone, legs are soft +1]

Next, the people in Gu Xu's live broadcast room and the people in Zhuo Zhen's live broadcast room finally saw the "splashing monkey" that Gu Xu called.

Wherever there is Han Xin, there are monkeys. No matter how many people are there, there will be no fights that monkeys dare not fight.

The Qing soldiers met on the road, Han Xin, Zhuang Zhou, and Yang Jian were there, and Han Xin was left with blood.

Similarly, the blood-remnant monkey entered the arena with a skill and made a big move without saying a word. The control was resolved by Zhuang Zhou, but unfortunately it was useless.

On the contrary, the monkey ran over the wall with a trace of blood, and Zhuang Zhou and Yang Jian, who had no displacement, couldn't catch up at all.

When they met in the red zone, Han Xin and the monkeys were full of blood. There was only one person on both sides.

The ten people from both sides met at the gate of the Juggernaut. Guiguzi from the blue team took the lead to start the team. The big and middle blue team had two crispy skins. The monkey entered the field and went straight to the blue team.

The Juggernaut was taken away by the blue side, but it was a pity that Han Xin couldn't do anything.

The monkey in the blue area and the five enemies met on a narrow road. The hatred was too great. The enemy rushed up like a bloody chicken. The monkey took two steps back and went up with a stick... and ran towards Han Xin again go.

This time Zhuang Zhou was young, and Han Xin, who was beaten with two sticks, fell to the ground, and then the monkey gave up resistance and was beaten to death by the group.

Two seconds later, Han Xin came back to life with a gloomy look on his face, and went to get the blue with resentment, and decided not to fight against the monkey.

Unexpectedly, after the Monkey Resurrection A took effect, it actually resisted the beatings of the crowd and came after him...

The purpose of giving up resistance just now was to not waste the skill CD, but Han Xin's side didn't have hard control, so they couldn't stop the monkey.

A ruthless look flashed in Zhuo Zhen's eyes, and he made a big move on the spot.

He doesn't believe this evil!

Lengendary is unparalleled in the world (Super God!)

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Han Xin and the monkey fell down at the same time.

[I just captured a few demons~ Hey!

A few more demons have been brought down~ Ha! 】

[Devil King, a man with his own bgm! 】

[Laughing to death, Han Xin actually died more times than Diao Chan, is this the level of a professional player? 】

[I don't know what the fans are bragging about. What's there to brag about this kind of orphan jungler who doesn't care whether he wins the game or not?If I were his teammate, I would want to beat him to death. 】

【@天美, it’s time to cut the monkey. 】

Qin Yue didn't know anything about what happened in the live broadcast room. At this time, he was annoyed by Mr. Qin on the other end of the phone and wanted to scratch the wall.

Putting the amplified mobile phone aside, Qin Yue lay on the side with his eyes closed, but the drowsiness from playing games disappeared completely.

"Qin Yue, do you think we as parents have something to do to you?"

"No" Nikkei topic, saying that there is no need to hang up the phone today, Qin Yue's painful experience.

"Then can you feel sorry for us? Don't let us be speechless when someone asks what the child is doing?" Mr. Qin's voice was frustrating and full of emotion, as if he was in an ideological and political class.

Qin Yue rubbed his temples with a headache, and decided to use the news he just received to appease Mr. Qin, saying: "After the autumn competition, some professional players will be awarded athlete certificates. The first batch may give priority to the players who are about to retire. Next year at the latest After the spring split, I can get a certificate."

Mr. Qin was silent for a few seconds, and said: "You repeat your studies for a year and go to a private school and then become an athlete. Your mother and I have absolutely no objection."

Qin Yue: ...Look, is this a human language?

If the person who said this was not his own father, he must submit an anonymous contribution to the Weird Behavior Award.

Silence is obviously not a satisfactory answer for Mr. Qin.

"Qin Yue, talk!" Mr. Qin's tone seemed to be the posture of roll call in class.

"Anyway, not many people know that you have a young son. You can just say that you will only have one son in the future." Qin Yue said these words calmly, and found that he was not as uncomfortable as he imagined.

This is not the first time he has said this.

The first time I said this sentence was when I just decided to join DK, and Qin's mother pointed her nose and scolded her for not doing her job properly, which made her ashamed to face others.

The consequence was that he was kicked out of the house and his parents wanted to disown him, and he has never spent a night under the same roof with them since then.

This is the second time.

There was no resentment like being abandoned by the whole world last time. He calmly felt Mr. Qin's breathing speeding up. Not only did he not feel as uncomfortable as he imagined, but he even deliberately guessed where Mr. Qin's anger reached.

The rough panting sound suddenly disappeared, and was replaced by a female voice without any emotion, "I am now in the No.1 civilian hospital, and I have an appointment for tomorrow's operation. If you don't submit an application for retirement, I will not enter the operating room."

Qin Yue's face suddenly darkened, staring straight at the phone that had been hung up.