Deep jungle routines[E-sports]

Liao Yi felt that his physique was quite peculiar.

Every time there is a big game, something happens.

Although he was dizzy, every step felt like he was stepping on cotton, and there seemed to be a fire in his body, which made his vision blurred, but Liao Yi didn't intend to collapse here.

The last time I was pulled out of such a deep wound on my arm, didn't I persist?

This time it was just blowing on the air conditioner to catch a cold.

What a big deal!

"After the game is over, I'm going to pay my respects and get rid of bad luck. Is there any place that is more spiritual, please introduce it to me?" Liao Yi dragged the interpreter A Tong and laughed for a while, and then he wobbled towards Rong Zero leaned on this side.

His elbow rubbed against his arm, and Rong Ling was secretly startled by the heat. He then grabbed Liao Yi's arm and asked sharply, "Why is it hotter than before? Where's the thermometer?"

"It's okay," Liao Yi shook off Rong Ling, "I know."

"You have a fart number!" Rong Ling glared at him.

After gesturing like a Popeye, Liao Yi smiled brightly: "My physique is good, and I have a hunch that this match will be blessed with a fever buff, and we will win!"

Needing to say something more, the staff came to inform them that they could play, and Rong Ling could only swallow the words.

In the third game, Rong Ling was a little absent-minded.

While brushing the field, he divided his attention, and his eyes kept drifting in the direction of Liao Yi.

The light was as bright as snow, making Liao Yi's complexion pale and almost transparent, the flushed cheeks and the extraordinarily bright eyes reflected each other, and there was an abnormal excitement hidden in Liao Yi's body.

Even though his forehead was dripping with sweat, the hand holding the mouse trembled imperceptibly.

Biting his lip hard, Rong Ling forced himself to look away.

That stubborn child grew up little by little in front of his eyes, spread his wings, and was about to soar into the sky.

Pain, impulse, and disease cannot knock him down.

He is a fighter born for this stage.

And Rong Lingneng didn't do much for him, respect, understanding, support, and what's more, he fought side by side with Liao Yi on the field, fought bloody hard, and fought a way out in a desperate situation.

The opponent wanted to restrict Rong Ling by invading the wild area, so Rong Ling retreated and called his teammates to exchange resources with them. Liao Yi took the opportunity to make a few in-depth tricky eye positions and successfully captured the opponent's advancing route.

"They junglers want to hang in there." Rong Ling frowned, signaling to the bottom lane.

Liao Yi hummed, and heard his nasal voice through the earphones, half of Rong Ling's bones were broken, he quickly cleared his throat, straightened his waist and brought his attention back to the game.

"Xiao Bu, go back and collect them, wait for them to push the line of soldiers over, and finish this wave of tower soldiers. I'll put my eyes on the triangular grass." Liao Yi clicked on the map, coughed twice and continued, "Han Boss, Galio is back home, you continue to press the line and consume the HP of the tower, he should use teleportation to go online."

"Okay, God Z is here to help me, there are too many soldiers, push the tower."

The middle road advanced smoothly, but the bottom road suffered again.

The North American team knows that JHG's support is persisting in the game despite illness. Although they feel a little guilty in their hearts, in order to win, they can only do whatever it takes to win. Taking advantage of your illness to kill you, they will invest their troops in the bottom lane, planning to open up the situation from here.

The pressure created by the opposing jungler on the bottom lane made BUBOR feel very uncomfortable. Liao Yi also kept protecting the ADC online and couldn't free up his hands to roam.He cut the map back and forth anxiously, biting the skin on his lips with the tips of his teeth, and resting his chin on his fingers to think about countermeasures.

Call your teammates over to help?

No, everyone online is [-]-[-] at the moment, and we can no longer spread the disadvantages of the bottom lane to other lanes.

Then it's up to you.

Look for opportunities to seduce or fight back...

It's been a year since he and BUBOR got off the road, and Liao Yi cooperates with him quite tacitly.Using the pawn line, BUBOR went up to sell, and the AD on the opposite side flashed confidently and wanted to take the head, but Liao Yi's protection skills made his plan fail, and instead wasted his summoner skills.

"I'm coming! Hold on tight!"

Rong Ling's voice was like timely rain, Liao Yi was overjoyed, he did not retreat but advanced, he moved flexibly, dodged the skills of the opponent's support and AD, and easily A'ed a minion, two upgraded lights shone on Liao Yi and BUBOR rise.

"It's big, you can play it!" BUBOR's voice was shaking with excitement.

Rong Ling jumped out from the side, and Liao Yijiao flashed forward and took the hook: "Get ready...let it go!"

The serial control hits, and the opposite support sees that the situation is not good, so he has to sell the AD and run down the tower by himself.

North American AD's play style is very aggressive. Knowing that he can't go anymore, he does all he can to output crazily. Crazy A Liao Yi wants to change to another one before he dies.

Rong Ling helped Liao Yi block half of it, and the other half was carried by BUBOR who rushed over to treat him.

FIRST BLOOD!

The five contestants in the voice channel unanimously let out a sigh of relief.

Then they all laughed.

It took more than ten minutes for the first blood to break out, which is unbelievable for the LPL division that is good at fighting.For the opponents in the same competition area, they did it 800 years ago.

But this is a stage that brings together the best teams from all over the world.

There is no room for loss in the semifinals.

JHG has unknowingly changed their style of play, which is more adaptable and closer to the style of other competition regions. They do not exchange fights for advantages, but avoid insignificant sacrifices and fights, maintain their own smooth operating rhythm, and keep snowballing when they have advantages. When biting tightly, do not give the opponent a chance to expand its advantage.

Many viewers who watched the live broadcast expressed their views on the barrage.

There are also people who praise JHG, but most of them don't think so.

"It's useless to follow others' example!"

"Learn the LCK every year, every year the champion is next door."

"LPL is just pecking at each other."

"Seeing how JHG played so aggrieved, without the dominance of the regular season at all, I knew they had gone far..."

A member of a certain team who was watching the game live broadcast frowned after seeing what the barrage said, and sneered: "If everyone could understand the game, then they would have been able to play professionally long ago. Those who say such things People estimate that the rank does not exceed gold."

Soon, the player's remarks were made into a video and posted on the Internet.

I don't know who found that person's ID in the thousands of bullet screens, and followed the clues to find the speech record of the post bar——

"Suburban brass three begging thighs lead me to higher points, and I can deduct coins for rewards! Game ID: XXXXX"

The big hand threw out the screenshot, the people who eat melons 23333333, and the fans applauded.

"Hahahahaha, it was indeed hit by someone!"

"Gold is overestimated. The result is a brass three. I didn't blow it. I can hit three with one."

"This kind of face slapping is more troublesome, happy to hear hahaha ╮(￣▽￣")╭"

Although some netizens regard black JHG as politically correct, and praise the kneeling and licking LCK team as their supreme will, but more viewers are rational.No matter which team they supported in the previous regular season, how many times did they vomit blood when they were rubbed against the ground by JHG for their team's disappointment... Anyway, now JHG represents the dignity of the LPL division, we should unite to the outside world!

Support the clubs and teams that represent our China division!

Let those idiots take over!

Come on JHG!

The shouts of one heart and one mind were transmitted from the far end of the network to the venue where the fierce semi-finals were being staged. Liao Yi seemed to have sensed it. He shook his drowsy head and raised his eyes to meet the radiant light.

That beam of brilliance fell into the eyes, like a shocking grand light piercing the world.

His blood was boiling, and he couldn't stop stirring in his body. Liao Yi was short of breath. He wiped the sweat from his palms, and clenched the mouse tightly again.

Hang in there, there's only one game left... One more win and they'll be in the finals!

There were bursts of blackness in front of his eyes, which could not stop Liao Yi's determination to move forward bravely.

In the team battle near the dragon, the audience saw this young support player's unfathomable operation. The support staged a lore, and the deadly hook hit one after another, interrupting the opponent's mid laner skills, dragging back to the back row with crispy AD, bird shield and protection The skills were released almost at the same time, raising the bloodline of the whole team, allowing JHG to fight a wave of perfect team battles near the Dragon Pit!

One for five!

Destroy the group!

BUBOR scored a triple kill!

The audience in the stands went into a frenzy, no matter what country they were from, everyone was shouting JHG's name.

"One wave! One wave is fine!"

"We can!"

"Don't make mistakes, go to the high ground to take turns against the tower..." Liao Yi roared, his voice was completely hoarse, and every word was squeezed out from the depths of his chest. I don't know if it was tears or sweat, which blurred his vision, but Liao Yi Still commanding in an orderly manner, "I'll resist first...then you come, Fatty...finally change to God Z...Okay, the front tooth tower on the left is down, focus on the right!"

The super soldiers surrounded the main crystal of the opponent's base in a mighty manner.

Someone from the Fire-Lion team in North America was revived and rushed out of the spring to defend their homeland to the death.

but it didn't work...

70%, 50%, 30%…

10%!

boom!

The main crystal exploded in front of the revived North American five.

The bright red glare of failure was branded on their hearts.

The winner is-

"Let us congratulate the JHG team! They defeated the strong enemy Fire-Lion team and successfully advanced to the final with a score of 3:1! They will compete with the winners of the two LCK teams in five days. I believe this team The team will bring us more surprises..."

The passionate and surging voice of the commentary echoed in the ears of every audience.

Many fans watching the game covered their faces and wept.

How long has it been since they saw the team with the title LPL reach the quarterfinals, the semifinals, and the finals?

And today, JHG did it!

They bear the expectations of the entire LPL division, bear the enormous pressure that other professional teams cannot imagine, experience failure and sweat, challenge again and again, fail again and again, continue again and again... Finally, they stand in front of the finals! ! !

On the stage, JHG, who was supposed to go to the opposite side to shake hands with the North American team, suddenly had an unusual commotion.

Rong Ling dropped the earphones and jumped between the two rows of chairs.

"Liao Yi!" Rong Ling rushed forward, grabbing Liao Yi's body as it slid down the table.

On the other side, Bubor supported Liao Yi's arm with great difficulty, helping his young and handsome face covered with sweat, his black hair sticking to his forehead, his breathing was heavy, and his whole body was hot.

The moment the main crystal exploded, he left the keyboard with both hands, closed his eyes, and fell back with peace of mind.

Because he believes that his teammates will catch him.

Before falling into a coma, one last thought flashed through Liao Yi's mind: Rong Ling, did you see, what I promised you, I did it... I will take you to the final together and win the championship trophy that you dream of!

The author has something to say: Fever BUFF, extraordinary performance, little bird...try my best

Let’s be sweet now, otherwise you will always say that I am abusing, but in fact I am not abusing (it’s not simple.jpg)

Rong Ling: Isn't this cruel?Doesn't your conscience ache?

Shameless author: No, this fairy does not need a conscience