When commentator A finished saying this, most Chinese e-sports fans were silent at the same time and in different places.

If you want to say what the nightmare of LPL fans is, it is undoubtedly given by the Korean team, with countless 3:0 scores.

How many times have the commentators blown "LPL's most promising year" in previous years.

In the end, the teams all left with everyone's hopes, and then came back with a duck egg.

Everyone doesn't understand, obviously we played very well in the group stage, and the wonderful editing is also a lot of baskets - why can't we win? ?

This mentality is slowly accumulating in the hearts of a small number of e-sports fans.

Then hope again and again, disappoint again and again, and become a true love black fan who laughs at himself first every time.

The game League of Legends has been popular for many years. don’t know how many childhoods in the 80s and 90s. Maybe the popularity of the game is slowly fading, but it will never fade away. The passion of the face, and the live viewing of the finals.

When the time for the final came out, many working parties and student parties shouted in their hearts - weekend! ! You can watch live! ! !

At this moment, all these passions were hit in the throat by 2:0, and couldn't spit it out or swallow it.

"...It's okay, we must be steady." Knowing that the camera is facing him, the commentator A tried to control his emotions, "After these two games, I found that the mentality and operation of some TS players have declined than usual. A lot. Nervous? After all, TS is playing a world game for the first time."

"They can't be nervous anymore!" B, the most calm commentator, was also anxious at this moment, "It's been two rounds... Be sure to calm down! I... alas! I just hope they can hurry up now... alas !"

The more he spoke, the weaker he became.

Even at the match point, the rest time is only ten minutes, so what can TS do in such a short time?

The barrage in the live broadcast room is even worse.

[There is no show this year, so let's continue to let MA play next year. TS is too bad, Wan didn't make a C in these two games, it's useless at all. 】

[Wan is not a carry-type hero, what do you expect when you lose both ways? ? TS's middle and upper jungle are recommended to be replaced. 】

【3:0! 3:0! 3:0! Come on YSP! ! ! 】

[Fighting something, wasting my weekend, fuck. 】

[Welcome to the return of this Korean purchasing team. 】

[Wan was bragging before, saying that he wanted to win the global championship, but now I don’t know if his face hurts or not, haha. 】

【Blowing MA is enough! Why didn't MA speak out when he lost TS? ? ? 】

[I didn’t like any dark horses at first. Winning the game is a temporary luck. I bet that when the spring split starts next year, the luck of TS will come to an end! 】

[With all due respect, this game is not as good as HSS. Those who say "you can do it, you can also go up", I will put my words here - I can go up, and I can get a 3:0 fucking! 】

Those TS fans, the audience who really feel that this year is very promising, are sitting in front of the computer and moving their fingertips to slap these sunspots, but they find that they don't know what to say at all.

It's a fact that you don't play well, and there is nothing to say.

The disappointment and sadness in their hearts are no less than that of anyone else.

The Internet cafe was also dead silent at this time. The girl who had been clamoring for Jinx champion skin couldn't hold back, got up and walked back, sobbing as she walked, looking like she was going to wash her face.

A man next to him who was surfing the Internet saw it and sneered: "Why are you crying? It's really emotional to watch a game? Just because you have no skin? You women are hypocritical, so when I first saw that TS recruited a female player I know there's no play..."

The girl is thin and small, and when she hears it, her hair immediately explodes. As soon as her voice comes out, she knows that it is a high-pitched material: "You fucking know what a fart!"

These words directly covered the heavy tones of the commentators on the screen, attracting everyone's attention.

"When my mother plays LOL, you don't know where to play Lianliankan! Playing a game and engaging in sexism, fuck you!!"

The man was dumbfounded by her yelling, and he stared wide-eyed for a long time before saying, "You fucking..."

The girl quickly glanced at the TGP he opened next to him, which also had the man's own account, as if he was taking screenshots of a certain game data for others.

This time it was her turn to laugh: "Silver Five? You, a silver player, have the heart of the king? My mother can beat you back to your hometown by playing Teemo with one hand! Stupid!!"

"..." The man blushed with anger, what more to say.

The man next to him, who had a tattoo on his hand and looked like the elder brother of society, turned his head suddenly, his brows were too thick, and he looked very fierce: "Shut up the fuck! I'm disturbing Lao Tzu to watch the game! Two more words. Try?!"

The man finally calmed down this time, the girl snorted, turned around and stepped on her high heels and strode away, and then continued to wipe her tears.

The social elder brother turned around to watch the game, and his hands were crackling without stopping.

[Damn sunspots, do you think you can 3:0? You don't even have the fucking right to sit next to YSP! 】

[Baozi continues to pretend to be asleep, I'm going to take a hammer to Korea to wake you up! 】

Seoul match venue.

Because of the location, Mu Wanwan usually walks at the back of the line.

But after the second game, before everyone stood up, she got up first and strode toward the backstage without looking back.

Pei Lu thought she was angry, but just as he was about to catch up, he saw her right shoulder shrank inward and rubbed against his cheek.

Because her shoulders shrank slightly, she looked very weak at the moment.

Maybe it wasn't enough, she raised her elbow and wiped it indiscriminately, and then wiped the dampness from her elbow onto her clothes at will, not at all like a girl.

When he walked to the lounge, her face was clean and there was no trace of crying. If it wasn't for the red eyes, he would have thought it was his illusion.

His footsteps began to slow down, and his lips pursed hard.

The three people behind them also kept silent. Seeing them coming in, Mu Wanwan raised her eyes and asked, "How do we fight?"

Still no one spoke.

Brother Yang walked in, gasping for breath: "I can't play EZ in the next round..."

Pei Lulu interrupted him, and his voice was light: "Late night."

Hearing her name, Mu Wanwan was stunned: "Huh?"

"You go out, pony and grasshopper, and you two go out too."

The two little substitutes, you look at me, I look at you, and they slip away non-stop.

Mu Wanwan: "..."

Is it because she played too much? To kick her out? Are you not allowed to listen to pre-match discussions?

She choked in her throat, "I really didn't have an output environment for those few waves just now..."

"I know." Pei Lu said, "You go out first."

Mu Wanwan hesitated for a while, Pei Lu was expressionless at the moment, his eyes were dark and gloomy, and he looked inexplicably scary.

She still wanted to struggle, "I..."

"There are chairs outside, you go there to rest first."

"..."

Mu Wanwan was about to cry again.

She lowered the corners of her mouth, restrained her tears, and got up to go out.

When passing Pei Lu, the man suddenly raised his hand, put it on her head, and rubbed it lightly, "I just put the kettle on the chair outside and went out to take a few sips, honey water, and go to the fire."

After Mu Wanwan went out, Brother Yang couldn't stand it anymore: "You're true, there was no big problem in the two rounds of Wanwan, what are you driving her to do..."

Pei Lu: "You shut up first."

His words had obviously lost the patience that he had just now, and he was low and low.

Brother Yang: "..."

At this meeting, everyone found that Pei Lu was not quite right, and they all looked up at him.

"They can't see through the game, don't you know that as a bystander?" Pei Lu's face has lost the gentleness of the past, and his words are heavy, "How bad they were in the first two games and how poor their consciousness was. , can't you see?"

Brother Yang: "..." He could see it, it wasn't to take care of everyone's emotions, didn't he dare to say that...

Xiaoroubao was about to cry, and he kept holding it back, telling himself that he was a man, and he couldn't cry when he lost the game, when he heard this, the tears couldn't hold back: "I also feel that I have played these two games. Kind of sucks..."

"It's not a little bit, don't comfort yourself like that." Pei Lu said, "It's very bad."

Little Meat Bun sniffed: "..."

"I can't see what you did when you were playing robbery, what is your snake girl? The kite is so strong that I will give you all the wood, how about you? I know the prince on the opposite side is coming to catch you - but have you forgotten, How strong is Snake Girl's counter-attack ability? You don't know to run just because the opponent is Secret, being ganked. How many counter-attack opportunities do you have? Speed? Panel data is so important?"

Not only Xiaoroubao, but even Brother Yang was trained to be stupid.

After Pei Lu finished speaking, the conversation changed.

"Wood, so do you. You took the male gun in the second round, why didn't you fight against the wild? Why didn't you invade the wild area? You don't raise pigs in other people's wild areas. What's the use of picking such a hero? Support, is there no middle or top in our team?"

"And Tiger, as a top laner, a front row, and a big meat, you can't make your ADC have a comfortable output environment, and you always want to cut the opposite back row, which leads to our team battle formation every time. It's all empty. What I'm going to play in the second game is not Lulu, but a big meat, and I didn't even need you in the game just now."

There was silence in the lounge, and even everyone's breathing seemed to be a lot lighter.

Two taps broke the silence.

Brother Yang came back to his senses and quickly turned around to open the door. He saw the photographer of the competition standing outside suspiciously, saying that he was going in to shoot.

Brother Yang raised his chin: "We AD sit outside, you shoot her first, we still have something to do here."

"..."

Mu Wanwan felt so uncomfortable, she quickly wiped the tears from her face, and said to the photographer, "...then wait for me to tie my hair again."

The lounge door closed again.

The three men who were being trained were stunned at the moment, as if they had been punched hard.

Not being scolded for suffocation, but more like being beaten sober.

Pei Luxun was tired and took a sip of water.

Then say the point: "You are too dependent on her."

Everyone knows who he is referring to.

"She is very strong. In my heart, without any personal feelings, she is basically the first ADC in the league. She is omnipotent in laning, teamfighting, and positioning. In addition to being a bit dry in her personality, sometimes she will be in the game. It's good except for being more emotional. Even during the group stage period, she had great clips every week."

"But what you have to do is not to be proud of having a strong ADC, you should ask yourself - can you be worthy of her today's operation? If she is not in TS, if she goes to MA or GGX, will there be better developing?"

"She is younger than you all, and she joined this team with a suit on her back, but was scolded by the black fans because of the misoperation of the big guys. In these two games, she has been thinking about what to do with you, and you are in your heart. Will it be uncomfortable?"

"And what about your dreams?"

"You guys have not yet emerged in this industry, and you chose to join when you were paid 2,000 yuan a month. Isn't it because you want to be number one in the world?"

He pointed out: "The championship trophy is now outside, and you have pushed it two steps out."

"Aren't you going to wake up sooner?"