handicapped god, 666

The Crusades consist of two days. The first day and the morning of the second day are round-robin matches in the first stage. The game lasts for 30 minutes. At the beginning of the game, a group of players will play first, and after the first group of players finish the game, they can get a rest time , and at this time, the second batch of players will play.

Since there are more people entering the semi-finals this year, there will be four competitions in one morning. In the past, only three competitions in one morning, and the rest time is longer, which is not as tight as this time.

Although he knew that Ye Xin'an was not his apprentice, Ding Yang naturally paid more attention to him when he found that the opponent's style of play carried his own shadow. Basically, whenever Ye Xin'an played, Ding Yang only looked at him. When he is resting, he will randomly pick a more interesting game to watch.

After the four games in the morning, Ye Xin'an won three games and lost one game. This record is already considered good. After all, the opponent he lost in the game was the runner-up of the last Crusade, and the champion had already gone to be Scarlet A junior player of the Crusaders.

Although Ding Yang did not watch the last Crusaders match, he also paid attention to a few more classic battles. He knew that the champion and runner-up of that session were only equal in strength. The runner-up must have accepted the invitation, but he did not know why he refused. That's all.

Against such an opponent, Ye Xin'an's loss is not an exaggeration.

However, Gao Tianyu still has something to say about it.

"Look, let's see, this is a loss. If you want to be a master, you must win all four games... No, it should be a total victory of twelve games. How can you lose? How shameless is it to dare to call yourself a master? Apprentice! Damn, after this match, I don’t know how much trouble I’ve got the Great God, the Great God has retired, isn’t this whipping the corpse!”

Someone who was whipped to death: "..."

What Gao Tianyu said was actually a bit biased, but Ding Yang thought for a while, and still didn't speak for Ye Xin'an.

After all, those words are really difficult to answer. Do you want to say that Ye Xin'an is already good, don't compare ordinary people with great gods?Or is it that the level of a great god is not comparable to that of ordinary people, so they cannot be compared?

Although it is true, Ding Yang said it himself, even if the other party doesn't know that he is the god in his mouth, the shame level is still off the charts, Ding Yang really doesn't have that face...

Because there are many competitions and the time is tight, the break at noon is not long. Looking at the number of people in the venue, any nearby places that sell food must be crowded with people. In addition, the position of the five people is at the front, and they have to squeeze through the crowd to go out. This time is really not enough for lunch, so when they know the game schedule, the others obviously have no plans to eat lunch, anyway, it doesn't matter if they are hungry.

But Han Lin still asked Ding Yang, "Do you want to eat something?"

Ding Yang looked at the other people who didn't intend to move at all, then silently picked up the backpack at his feet, and under Han Lin's puzzled eyes, he opened it slowly, revealing the..."rice ball? !"

Ding Yang turned his head to look at Gao Tianyu who made the sound. Under the astonished eyes of the other party, he reached into his backpack and fished out a few rice balls.

He looked at Han Lin, who was also a little stunned, with a blank expression on his face, "What kind of food does the senior want to eat?"

"...whatever you want." Han Lin silently took the rice balls that Ding Yang handed over, and then watched him ask other people. After thinking about it, he finally couldn't hold back, "Why did you bring so many?"

Although I just glanced at it, there are about seven or eight rice balls in the backpack. Although I know that Ding Yang has a "soft spot" for rice balls, the number is obviously not prepared by Ding Yang purely for himself, but also for the rest of them. .

Ding Yang was stuffing two rice balls into the hands of Gao Tianyu, who was already speechless in surprise. Hearing Han Lin's question, he couldn't help giving him a strange look, "Have you never participated in the Crusade before?"

Han Lin shook his head. Gao Tianyu, who was at the side, suddenly understood Ding Yang's question and asked, "Master, did you participate?"

Ding Yang was taken aback for a moment, and then said "hmm".

When Gao Tianyu heard this, he also jumped out of the screen of rice balls full of backpacks, and said excitedly: "As expected of a master, the tickets for the Crusades are really hard to buy, and the master can buy them, amazing!"

Ding Yang wanted to say that it had nothing to do with it, but after thinking about it, he didn't buy a ticket to enter, but entered for free by virtue of his status as a contestant. It was true that he entered with strength.

But he couldn't say that, he could only vaguely deal with Gao Tianyu's successive questions, skillfully tore open the package of rice balls, and ate them silently.

Ding Yang only needed one rice ball for himself, and those extra rice balls were naturally for other people. As expected, one rice ball was not enough for the other four, so they each took another one.

After Ding Yang finished eating, he clapped his hands, talked to the others, and got up to go to the bathroom.

There are not so many people in the aisle at the moment. Although Ding Yang's walking is not smooth, at least he doesn't need to be crowded. He stared in astonishment, and stared in a certain direction with astonishment on his usually expressionless face.

Ding Yang's staring eyes soon turned red, and his heart, which had finally calmed down these days, started beating wildly again. He clenched his hands tightly, and even trembled slightly because of too much force. blue veins.

Ding Yang's red eyes were filled with resentment, just because he saw that person...

Bai, Shi, Yu!

Ding Yang stared at the familiar face. His fingers were in pain, but he did not let go of his hand. It seemed that only in this way could he maintain a trace of reason and not rush forward. In order to remind myself through the pain, where did the injury on the hand come from!

Ding Yang trembled all over, looked at the other party angrily, tried his best to restrain himself not to go forward, he was afraid that he could not help but want to snap off the other party's fingers, so that that person could also taste the pain he had suffered, but No matter how strong the impulse in his heart was, Ding Yang still didn't move forward in the end, and even subconsciously hid when the man turned to this side, dodging into the aisle where no one was around.

With his back against the wall, in just a few seconds, Ding Yang was already covered in sweat, trembling uncontrollably, and felt a chill.

Ding Yang subconsciously raised his hands and hugged himself, hoping to give himself some warmth.

"It'll be fine...it'll be fine...everything will be fine..." Ding Yang's eyes were a little absent-minded, and he kept murmuring subconsciously, as if he was hypnotizing himself, so as to calm down his chaotic thoughts.

Perhaps it was because of the warm embrace of his hands, or perhaps it was because of the usefulness of repeating muttering to himself like a mantra. Ding Yang finally calmed down, but before he fully recovered, suddenly a suspicious cry made Ding Yang Ding Yang's heart rose again.

"Ding Yang?"