Shi Luo stayed in place.

Shi Luo remembered that Yu Yong said that the account he used now was registered when he was fifteen. At that time, he was still a minor, and the registration was still using his father's identity information. Later, he accompanied Yu Yong to fight against the South during the Northern War. For many years, even the countless out-of-print titles and skins on the number, even if it was Yu Yong's account with numerous awards ...

Shi Luo did not fear fighting, nor did he think his team would lose to the Holy Sword, but still instinctively said, "That account cannot be played like this! That is ..."

"Hush ..."

Yu Yong, who stood at the front, turned back, and when facing Lobby, he gave a boo gesture.

Yu Yong smiled at Shi Luo, his eyes gleaming.

The rehearsal of the host at the front desk was too loud. There were so many people between Yu Yong and Shi Luo. When Yu Yong spoke, Luo couldn't hear clearly.

But Shi Luo could see Yu Yong's mouth.

Yu Yong said: look, brother, substitute, you, be angry.

Shi Luo blocked his throat instantly.

In a trance, Shi Luo felt that he saw Yu Yu with that short hair three years ago.

The gameplay of the number deletion battle was still taught by Yu Luo when he was the anchor in the black Internet cafe.

Yu Yong was a professional player who had been in service for a few years, and he was not too able to understand this behavior. How important an account is for a professional player, Yu Yong knows better than anyone else.

Yu Yong also said at the time that this was a bit overdone.

There is no grudge, it is worth betting on your account.

At the time, Yu Yong took Shi Luo with his hands, and taught him the rules of conduct of the professional Miaohong professional players. Later, even if the people who brought him into the industry in the past no longer, Shi Luo followed the footsteps of Whisper and took a good walk. Come here, as a professional player, I have never been in such a wild game.

But Yu Yong made an exception now.

In the past three years, it was not just Shi Luo that was affected by the other party.

Yu Yong stood in the background corridor looking at the distant lights and smiled.

Yu Yong thought the first time she knew of the number-removal battle. No one was okay. It was worth letting him do this.

After going through all kinds of things, Yu Yong once thought that the big winds and waves have gone through, and there is nothing that will make him compete with others for the moment.

But now.

After playing for so many years and having entered the World Championships so many times, I should have been flattered, but suddenly I felt excited and **** when I first entered the World Championships.

Yu Yong originally just wanted to win.

But now he wants to step on the opponent's face to win.

After playing the game, you have to let the opponent directly delete the kind of win.

After the rehearsal, Zhou Huo immediately sorted out what happened in the venue on the day of the rehearsal. He tweeted at home and tweeted abroad, and the head of the Chinese division immediately contacted the organizers of this year's World Championships to make a warning.

However, the player ’s behavior cannot be held responsible by the Holy Sword Club, and the game officials are not satisfied with the Sao Jian ’s series of sao operations. However, the Holy Sword is too greasy to play dirty, and the entire process is cleaned. There are no substantial violations. Only the organizer of the competition is responsible, and he is warned of fines.

Players in the Chinese division are naturally dissatisfied with this result. The online scolding competition has further escalated. Everyone should not be punished by the organizer of the competition. As long as the Holy Sword paid the price, the league official was bombarded all night long. Insufficient power to express a position.

The local competition is full of passion, especially Free fans, who ca n’t wait to have the holy sword meat. After resuming the last practice game in the evening, Yu Yong refreshed his Twitter, and the same week fired, "What ’s wrong with this? , Send a tweet and tell our fans that we will fight the holy sword tomorrow. "

Yu Yong said, "The fans must not be angry when they know it."

"Uh ..." Zhou Huo carefully reminded, "Although their manager hinted at the holy sword, they didn't mention your tragedy. They don't want to make it public. You ... understand what I mean ? "

"Understood." Yu Yong put away her mobile phone. "I'm afraid that if you lose, let everyone know that this is too shameful. I want to make it public after I win."

Zhou Huo nodded. In fact, Zhou Huo didn't want to make it public. So far, no one can know the result of tomorrow's game. In case of a loss ... Zhou Huo doesn't want Yu Yong to bear such great public pressure.

Yu Yong said, "I'm not afraid."

"Winning the game, winning the game in my way ... is the only thing I can do for the fans." Yu Yong said indifferently, "I'm not a good player for the fans, but I don't take it all No, let my fans watch the game and suffocate. "

Zhou Huo suffocated, look at everyone, several players all agreed.

Zhou Huo bit his teeth after biting, and nodded, "OK, it's none of your business, go rest, see you tomorrow."

The four returned to their rooms to rest, Zhou Huo edited Weibo, and sent it in the early morning.

Zhou Huo's copywriting has always been professional. The first sentence begins: When the existing rules cannot punish people with ulterior motives, our players will defend their dignity in their own way.

The next day, the quarterfinals officially started.

Four players in Free wear special team uniforms for the World Championships and arrive at the venue on time.

It is unavoidable to see the dazzling light card again. Zhou Huo originally asked to bypass the outfield and enter from a separate channel. Several players refused because of trouble. Old Joe ’s arrangement is still correct. His players are all big hearts. Even if they are occasionally irritated by the pen, they will not be irritated for the second time. The most disgusting ones have been seen yesterday. Today, they will not be affected by emotions, let alone League officials have warned the organizers of the competition. The organizers promised to supervise the entire process today and promptly invite spectators who hold insulting lights to leave the venue.

Everyone didn't care, Zhou Huo wouldn't be much trouble, Free entered normally, but this time when passing the front court, everyone was still attracted by the lights on the court.

After the players get out of the car, they have to enter the backstage of the infield and need to go through a VIP stand area.

The viewing area of ​​the stands is excellent, and the entire arena is unobstructed.

Players also entered the venue two hours in advance. This quarter-finals is a century war. One ticket is hard to find, and the venue is already full of spectators.

Old Joe was dumbfounded, "... this, isn't this the home of Europe, how did Nima get it ..."

Zhou Huo was also dumbfounded, "Why ... it looks like our own home."

All areas in the huge arena, as far as they can see, are full of Chinese character lights.

Many of the light plates were probably made in a temporary manner, which was very rough, but the victory was huge, that is, the most distant Tiantai District could be seen clearly.

Players and fans do not know when Free players will enter the stadium, so they have been holding huge lanterns and are always waiting.

The texts of the light plates that were produced look a little bit crooked, and many of them are not light plates anymore, almost banners. Free people stood on the spot and struggled to identify-

[Whisper, do n’t look at their lights, look at us! 】

[FreeNB, Free first]

[Whisper, the first medical doctor forever in China]

[Gemini Come on! 】

[Free all the best! 】

[Welcome the best three of the whole region to return home, the new team cheers! 】

[Lao Tzu doesn't know what to write, but Lao Tzu's light card is definitely the biggest in the audience! Free picks first! 】

[Free cowboy! Is the face big enough this time? ! 】

[There is Whisper! We are not nervous at Evil ’s first World Championship! ! ! 】

[Shi Cui, Yu Zha Nan played for you to delete the number battle, won the game to give a point! 】

[Chen Huo Come on! ! ! 】

[Puppy looks at me, the quarter-finals have won the broadcast, I will give you the first gift! 】

[Whisper, sorry! 】

[Yu Shenchong! ! ! Lost the entire Chinese player to delete the number with you! 】

[Sorry for saying this is too late, Whisper, Chen Huo, Puppy, welcome home. 】

[Can Free see it? If you see it, feel at ease! Won your madness, lost our resistance this time! ! ! 】

"Say ..." Zhou Huo clenched the railing of the stands, his tone was difficult, "Speak and say that all the wicked people, don't cry, the game is about to happen, and it will be too shameful if it is seen crying in a while, really. of……"

Zhou Huo bowed his head, his tears meandered, and he could not speak.

When Zhou Wei posted his Weibo yesterday, Zhou Huo suffered many setbacks.

Worried that the sprayer will take advantage of the opportunity to attack the club, that Yu Yong ’s black powder will fall into the rock, and that fans will not understand how much pressure several players have carried this year, and it will be immature to spray Whisper at this time.

When the team was first formed less than a year ago, the whole club was sprayed up and down.

Zhou Huo looked at how everyone came this year. The first content of the club's official account was issued by Zhou Huo.

At that time, how badly the sprayers scolded, Zhou Huo still had a fresh memory.

The four players have always said it doesn't matter, Yun Qing's tone is breezy, and Zhou Huo still has a fresh memory.

But they are all people, they are all teenagers in their twenties, who can really be completely indifferent, like to be greeted by sprayers all day long?

Nothing was wrong.

Nothing was wrong.

Later, the misunderstanding was unraveled, and the Free style was much better, but whenever there was a disturbance, it would still be bombarded by the sprayers.

Over time, Zhou Huo, Lao Qiao and the club were assimilated by several players and gradually got used to it.

Is it normal for eSports to be sprayed?

Occasionally, I want to speak for a few teenagers with real feelings, and I want them to rely a little behind them during the battle.

Before the announcement yesterday, Zhou Huo actually wanted to tell Yu Yong that he knew that you were protecting the players and your fans in the zone, but others might not appreciate it.

Zhou Huo is now glad that he didn't stop.

Before entering the background, several players turned back instinctively without any reminder.

It ’s been too long, too long, and I have n’t seen the lights that belong to me. I ’m not used to it even after a long battle.

The sweat and tears of no one else, the unspeakable blood, after three years.

Others still felt it.