That is the picture displayed by Ji Shaoyi's perspective.

Commentary A clapped his hands on the spot, excited to the point of almost breaking the sound: "Let us congratulate Mr. Ji for leading the team to win the first game with his own strength!"

Commentary B: "This is a true turnaround against the wind, and it is also a true PUBG Battlegrounds!"

This is also an almost impossible game to be copied on the chicken-eating field. It will appear in netizens' divine operation editing again and again in the near future.

Together with other contestants who have become gods.

This should have been a reversal that was hyped by netizens, but there were very few praises in the official live broadcast room.

[I can go to your damn PUBG. He clearly made it by himself!]

[I would throw that thunder just now, right? It's just because of good luck.]

[So what if you win? Malicious killing of teammates will never be emptied.]

[If he kills his teammates just to show off his heroes, it will only make me feel even more disgusting.]

[Have the matter been figured out, you are here to be embarrassed? Isn’t online violence under the banner of justice called online violence?]

【Ahhhh I feel sorry for my LGM team!】

[To be honest, although someone who killed his teammates is lucky, there is indeed a problem with the last wave of LGM team. Anyone who stands a little bit dispersed will not be directly killed.]

[We Mr. Ji are lucky? Hahaha, have you not seen the series of Tianshen circles in front of you? Or can I never wake up a person who pretends to be blind?]

[The dark guys in the barrage promised me that if you have money, you must buy a mobile phone that can watch the full version of the video. By the way, if you can't use it, you can donate it to those in need.]

...

Amid the congratulations of the two commentators, GNM's points jumped to the top.

The camera swept through the players' faces one by one. The four men of LGM team looked confused and all their faces said: Who am I? Where am I? Why did the chicken that I had eaten at the mouth suddenly fly?

The LGM fans in the barrage became even more angry, and without hesitation, they added many greeting barrages to Ji Shaoyi.

Until the camera swept to the seat of the GNM team—

The young man who contributed a magical scene in his debut career not only did not have any pride, but instead threw his headphones and ran to the backstage like a gust of wind.

And immediately following was the pale-faced demon king.

Gatlin and I stretched out half of our hands, but he pushed them away roughly.

"What are you going to support?" The Demon King glanced at them gloomyly, lifted the corner of his lips with a bit of self-deprecating expression and said, "I'm not a leg that I broke."

If that was the end of his career, then he wanted to get off with a cooler end.

The Demon King looked around the stage for a week and was about to insert a lantern-like memory into his mind. He was accompanied by a more sensational and tear-jerking BGM, but he was caught off guard by someone's collar.

The anxious Ji Shaoyi returned at some point, and, relying on being taller than him, grabbed his collar and roughly pulled the person off.

"Where is your mom? Get out of here!"

The devil's memory killing was interrupted by him unexpectedly, and his feet were staggered and he suddenly became angry: "Why are you so fierce?"

At least he still has his girlfriend fans on the field. Does he want to be faced?

"What's wrong with you?" Ji Shao raised his eyebrows, the force in his hand was not relaxed at all, and he pulled him to the backstage.

He spared no effort to mock him: "If your hands are so strained, you dare to play. Who will teach you?"

Although he usually smiles kindly and has a strong aura when he is truly ruthless.

The devil confronted him with his neck for a long time, and finally he could only lower his head and was pulled back to the backstage like a defeated rooster.

In the lounge, Zheng Hang felt a "knock" in his heart when he saw Ji Shaoyi's hurry and had an ominous premonition.

He stood up and before he could reach the door, he heard a 'bang' sound, and the door of the lounge was kicked open vigorously.

Ji Shaoyi grabbed the devil's collar and threw the person in front of him, and said straightforwardly: "Tell him yourself."

"Brother Hang..." The devil's lips twitched twice, and saw that Zheng Hang seemed to have been bullied for a long time and finally saw his parents, with grievances on his face.

"Needless to say." Zheng Hang glanced at his right hand, which was covered with internal muscle patches, and he had an answer in his mind.

He reached out and rubbed the Demon King's hair that was pressed by his headphones and whispered: "Brother Hang knows it."

Everyone thought that as long as they were old enough, the devil could soar into the sky.

But no one expected that before he could come on stage, the hand that held the mouse would be ruined.

He entered this circle too early, like a child who accidentally entered the adult world. With just a passionate heart, he thought he could fight against the whole world.

With his righteousness alone, he dared to make a father-son game with the person who insulted their team behind his back after losing the game without everyone's knowledge.

He thought he just needed to defeat those people in the game, and those people would apologize to his teammates.

But unexpectedly, those people did not want to use games to decide the outcome with him from the beginning, but wanted to compete with him.

How painful does it hurt if your hand is broken into a shattered fracture?

The Demon King no longer remembers it.

Because the more severe pain than that has accompanied him for many years, he has long been numb.

At that time, their team had poor performance. In order to stabilize the sponsors, the team suppressed the news of his injury.

Later, they were demoted from PCL, and the comment section under the team's official blog became the Zuan stage. Even the young lady who was in charge of the Weibo was whispered several times, so they didn't dare to disclose it.

Because when you lose, everything you say is like making excuses.

The dark guys just think they are hyping up and selling miserable things.

And the sympathy of those girlfriend fans is not rare.

Except for the competition, he spent most of his time rehabilitation. He thought that as long as he cooperated enough, he would one day break free from all the shackles of pain and fight happily.

Until his teammate who had bet on one hand said he would run away.

Until their team base moved from the big villa to the dilapidated old town.

Until Lang Qiao and Ji Shaoyi arrived.

He suddenly realized that he was still young, but the team could no longer wait.

His popularity is no longer enough to support the entire team. His value has long been drained and he may be replaced by Lang Qiao at any time.

As the first female professional player in the chicken-eating circle, Lang Qiao's topicality and commercial value are obviously not comparable to that of a genius boy whose character has collapsed.

And gaming technology is his last bargaining chip.

As long as his grades are better than Lang Qiao, he will always be at the start.
Chapter completed!