NOVEL NEXT Chapter 67 (2)
It was a painful practice match for ZGDX. With the addition of Pope, YQCB had drastically changed-- --the new lineup made the team stand on equal footing as ZGDX on all three lanes...The match was basically a stalemate for 50 minutes and drove everyone nuts.
Steady, steady. Ow, Old K, brother, dont give yourself to them like that. It was the 53rd minute of the game and Little Fatty was about to cry: Im famished. Damn, can we finish the game already?
In the last team fight, it was Lu Yue who came to save everyone-- --Despite the fact that in the early game, Lu Yue missed a lot of minions and was harassed by Ai Jia, by the late game everyone had reached roughly the same power and the enemys advantage had disappeared by then...Lu Yue was in complete control of his champion.
He jumped about during the team fight and was the deciding factor in their victory.
Little Fatty happily pushed the enemys base and turned around to look at Lu Yue as if he wanted to reach over and kiss him.
Tong Yao patted Lu Yues back: Not bad, your Fizz!
She sounded like a parent finally seeing her son grow up.
Lu Yue hmphed.
Ming god finished taking notes on his clipboard and calmly said: The first time we smashed them, the second time we won easily, the third time we encountered a little difficulty, and the fourth time, it took a lot of work to win-- --Now for the fifth time, were pretty much even. You guys better get your heads straight.
If we meet the team next door in the competition next time, we very well might not win.
Old Cat: Say something nice.
Ming god: Something nice? Sure, from now on, except holidays, if anyone plays connect the dots, watches manga or anime during training hours, his wages will be deducted.
Old Cat: ......
Old K: What about mahjong?
Ming god: Cant play mahjong either.
Old K: Its the quintessence of our country!
Ming god: It wont do.
Old K looked at Tong Yao. Tong Yao made a face: When Im in queue, I usually watch competition videos and only occasionally play Minesweeper.
Old K: You arent a qualified mid.
While Old K and Ming god were trying to make a deal, Little Fatty said he was hungry and yelled for everyone to go with him to grab a late night meal. They had only eaten airplane food as they flew back; at this point, they were all famished.
They all stood up, threw down their mouses and walked out with Little Fatty...When Lu Sicheng stood up to walk out, Tong Yao walked to her seat next to his and bent down to turn on her computer.
Tong Yao, what are you doing? Little Fatty asked.
Lu Sicheng seemed to stop in mid air as he was bending down to put on his shoes.
Tong Yao wasnt sure whether Lu Sicheng had taken a glance at her direction-- --She felt he did. But, when she looked over, Lu Sicheng had already lowered his head to put on his shoes.
You all go. Im not going. Not hungry. Tong Yao mumbled and waved her hand: Ill stream for a while. My wage has been deducted, so I cant afford it
Lu Sicheng had stood up straight after putting his shoes on.
See, was it worth losing 100k for kicking a chair over? With that kind of money, you could buy a few bags and dresses and be happy, wouldnt that be good? Alright, go stream. Well bring some food back for you. Little Fatty added: Watch what you say when you stream.
Tong Yao mumbled: I know, I know. Then the noisy base suddenly became quiet...Tong Yao sat in front of her computer and spaced out. Then as if she had suddenly remembered something, she turned to look at Lu Yues seat.
She fixed her eyes on Lu Yues chair and her mind wandered off again. She didnt know why but it felt like her heart was empty. Something didnt feel right.