"How...how could it be?" The manipulator of the unparalleled fist tyrannical standing, as if he was in a dream, the deepest nightmare, and could not get rid of it.

He was very confident before the game and said that he had a discount was an insult. But after a few dozen seconds, he was defeated and he had almost no power to fight back. The plot was so ups and downs that he was so shocked that he was so stunned.

"Impossible! This is impossible!" The same is true for the nouveau riche who was in a boat. His proud smile froze on his face without having time to stop. He was messy in the wind and muttered to himself.

"What's impossible? The facts are right in front of you, but you still want to deny it!" The young man reacted quickly and rushed forward in a quick way, grabbed Wei Bubing's arm and raised it, "Wow..." The audience woke up as if they were in a dream and applauded.

Then Luo Lu turned around and asked the person next to him: "What's going on? How did you win?"

"This...hiss..." The person who was asked scratched his head, "It's hard to say, I didn't understand it very much. Do you understand?" asked another person next to him.

Another person shook his head: "I don't understand very much. That's it, just..." He reached out and gestured for a few times, but he couldn't describe it.

"You are so embarrassed to start your dream! At this level, you can't repeat the game that others have played?" Luo Lu said contemptuously.

"Tsk, you are here too, why don't you look at it yourself? You still have to ask us? Isn't that your brother? Isn't you bet on your horse's stuff?" asked the questioner.

Luo Lu vomited blood and was hit by the weakness!

"Okay, OK, the game is over." Chen Gu's voice broke the silence of everyone, "That nouveau riche, you lose, can you get out, right?"

"Okay, okay, you won this time! But next time, you won't be so lucky next time!" The nouveau riche said unwillingly, but he was obviously sarcastic and timid on the inside, and waved to the dull unparalleled fist hero, "Let's go."

Wushuang Fist Hero was still motionless. Looking at Wei Bubing, he suddenly seemed to remember something, raised his breath and wanted to say something, but the words were stuck in his throat.

With the nouveau riche's greeting, he mechanically got off the gaming bed, walked to the door step by step, turned around and wanted to say something, but he still got stuck there, didn't say anything, and pushed the door out...

"How could it be? How could it be?" Luo Lu almost went crazy, asking around the Internet cafes about what was going on, but no one could accurately describe the situation of the battle.

There is a set of classic lines that describe the Luolu at this moment.

Once, there was a wonderful game beside me, but I was just talking to others. I regretted it until the game was over. This is the most painful thing in the world. If God can give me a chance to do it again, I will definitely say four words to the people around me: "Remember to record the video!"

Victory came too quickly and abruptly, like Luo Lu at least knew how to grab someone and ask, looking for videos, but everyone who had watched the battle with his own eyes was in a fog, even more confused than Luo Lu.

Just win? Just lose? Just finish?

The weak defeats the strong, the blue and green fights the purple orange, and the ** silk counterattacks the tall, rich and handsome. Such a battle should be cheered everywhere, right?

But why can't you even find the best cheers from beginning to end? It's so easy, **sil wins, and the tall, rich and handsome lie down, it's really like a fake one.

Fake? Someone secretly asked Luo Lu and Xiaojing: "Hey, hey, you guys were playing fake games just now, right?"

"Get out! Get out! Get out! We are full and we are so full. Let's play a counterfeit match with Wang Dawai?" Luo Lu stared at him.

When the listener thought, it was true that the nouveau riche Wang Dawai was thinking about that brand for a long time, and it seemed that there was no need to do such a complete set of acting.

"Okay, okay, the annoying people have left. Now you can tell us what's going on, right? What brand? Why did Luo Lu blame us? And this Internet cafe, what's going on?" Chen Guai pai pai pai pai pai pai pai pai pai pai and said to Luo Lu and Xiaojing.

Luo Lu was still persistent in arresting people and asking if there was any video.

Xiao Jing shook her head when she heard this: "Don't listen to Xiaolu, he just likes to talk nonsense. Thank you so much today..."

The little girl spoke in a sharp voice, slow, and polite manner, which contrasted with her wild and charming look.

Luo Lu was dissatisfied when he heard this: "Who is talking nonsense? Why is it talking nonsense? If they hadn't caused me to be fired by the Explosive Ghost Group, I had already announced that I was the one who concealed my dream. How dare he come?"

Is this kid joining the ghost group to protect this Internet cafe? Chen Kou and Wei Bu were surprised, but...

"Puchi! Haha..." I couldn't help but burst into laughter first. Only then did the two notice that the nouveau riche had such a name. When I recalled the shape of one shoulder high and one shoulder low, and the tie with at least thirty degrees angle to the spine, I couldn't help laughing.

"Laugh, you guys are so embarrassed to laugh!" Luo Lu was angry.

"No, bad, sorry..." Intermittently, finally controlled it, "Then, what about that brand? What about the brand?"

The so-called brand is originally the "experts" hanging outside, under the Internet cafe signboard. Although it is not very eye-catching, it has a lot of origin. Every year, only the main sponsor of the third team of the championship, Asian and Squad, who have successfully entered the professional league can get it.

Currently, there are only a few leagues in the game industry that are ranked first, which means that at most a dozen yuan is paid every year.

Moreover, most of the sponsors sent will stay in the professional league and will be transferred to team training camps, activity centers, etc., because the team is relegated, they will be outside.

Although it has declined, this brand is a symbol after all, which means that a professional team has been out of this Internet cafe and can afford the four words "the master is like clouds".

Since Xiaojing's father passed away, the Internet cafe with a bad land corner and an average configuration has attracted the surrounding wasteland players and friends who like infinite fighting, and can maintain it.

"Your Internet cafe has ever had a professional team? Which game? Which year? Which team? Oh, by the way, the king Dawai asked this question just now? Don't he know?" Chen Kou asked in surprise.

Xiaojing and Luo Lu were in a deep mood.

When the players around felt that there was no show to watch, they gradually dispersed and returned to their seats. Xiao Jing bit her lip and finally said: "The dream started. At that time, it was not called this name, but... Qingyu?"
Chapter completed!