The GNM team didn't clarify for a day, and the fans would not stop for a day.

In the next few days, Ji Shaoyi, who has always been at the forefront of gossip, uninstalled major social software for the first time and lived a happy life of eating and training and playing Lang Qiao every day.

Zheng Hang even ran from both ends of the hospital base, and was so busy that he was not touching the ground every day.

Unfortunately, the club is not a charity, and the bosses are not philanthropists. They don’t care about the future of the players, they only want benefits.

Players who cannot bring benefits to the club should give up positions for the newcomers.

Zheng Hang was very persuading, but he only won a glorious retirement ceremony for the Demon King.

After Ji Shaoyi was scolded for three days, the official blog of the GNM team that had been pretending to be dead finally came out to business.

Early that morning, when the keyboard warriors turned on their computers and were about to start today's war of swearing, they saw the official blog of the GNM team updated.

They released a video of Ji Shao killing the Demon King with one blow, plus the voice in the team.

At the beginning of the video, the scene where the Demon King opened the lens and was sniped by a half-beat slower.

He gasped and quickly called Ji Shaoyi for a while.

During the gap between Ji Shaoyi and the man, he asked in wonder: "What's wrong?"

"It's okay." The devil crawled behind the cover and said, "I walked out of the god when I opened the mirror."

"Is that true?" Gatlin also looked puzzled: "But why did I hear the 'click'?"

"Like a sound of bones." I will add.

"It's okay if you say it." The Demon King's voice gradually became irritable, "Pull me up."

Not only did Ji Shaoyi not pull him, he sneered coldly: "Is it really okay or is it afraid that he will never get on the table after he gets off?"

The Demon King was stunned by his question and immediately became angry: "It's really not..."

"Then what did you secretly put on before you go on the court?" Ji Shaoyi smiled playfully, and his tone was somewhat sarcastic: "Do you have arthritis or rheumatoid arthritis? You even use dog skin plaster?"

He tskated lightly and shook his head repeatedly: "You are not good at such a young age."

The words "Not very good" were heard in his competitive demon king's ears, so that he blushed on the spot and said, "Who do you think can't?"

Ji Shaoyi: "Of course, who can't apply dog ​​skin plaster~"

The Demon King: "..."I suspect that he and Lang Qiao were here to anger me, but I have no evidence!

He took a deep breath, and just said a few words in his heart, "Don't be angry" again, he heard Ji Shaoyi say: "And it's not a problem for you to apply plasters alone. Why don't I help you go to the square dance club in the community to sign up after the game? Do you dance square dance with the aunts every day to exercise your body?"

"By the way, I can also discuss which brand of plaster is easy to use." Gatlin said.

Wait for me: "If you have a good discussion, you may be your son-in-law."

Demon King: "..." God's fucking son-in-law.

He was so angry that he took a few breaths of breath, and he felt that he became more and more angry as he thought about it for a moment. The more he took a step back, the more he felt the more he lost.

So he grinded his back teeth and said unbearable: "That's not a dog skin plaster!"

Ji Shaoyi said 'wow' and asked without hesitation: "What is that?"

"That's the skin..." The Demon King just started talking and came to an abrupt end.

After pausing for a moment, he snorted proudly and coldly: "Why should I tell you?"

Ji Shaoyi did not make jokes with him anymore, but said word by word: "That is an internal muscle patch, developed to treat joint and muscle pain, and is widely used in sports care and protection."

"Devil, you have a hand injury."

His tone was neither slow nor slow, as if he was pronounced a verdict.

The Demon King was in a mess for a moment and could only say with a cold face: "It has nothing to do with you."

He manipulated his falling-down character and crawled towards Gatlin, thinking to myself that there are more than you in my teammates, do you love to help me?

Then he saw...

After a burst of gunfire, Gatlin left peacefully.

The problem is not big. The Demon King thought, even if Gatlin is gone, he will still wait for me.

He was about to turn his perspective to wait for me when he saw...

The bad news came from the public screen waiting for my death.

Demon King: "..." I fuck %#%...

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The two teammates who suddenly died made the Demon King, who had no one to help him, even though he was silent for a while, he crawled back to Ji Shaoyi unwillingly and said awkwardly: "Help me get up."

Compared to face, he cares more about whether this game can be won.

Because he has too little time left.

Even if the GNM team eventually abandoned him, he still wanted to give them a good record before he left.

The team is ruthless, and people are merciful.

Just treat it as a way to repay the warmth he felt in this team.

Ji Shaoyi ignored him at all, and he was particularly happy to play with the two people on the other side.

"Fuck you, help me up!" The Demon King was anxious, "If you fight one or two, you will win, and you will have no chance of winning against those full teams in the final circle."

Not to mention that today is his first appearance in the professional arena, which is his first appearance in public. Winning will boost the morale of the entire GNM and attract a lot of fans for him.

If he loses... what awaits him will be the sarcasm of keyboard warriors.

The Demon King is not a nosy person, but he doesn't like to drag others down.

That would make him feel guilty and feel indebted.

He doesn't like to owe others favors, especially this person is Ji Shaoyi.

Ji Shaoyi seemed to have not heard him, throwing thunder, sealing smoke, opening the mirror, and sweeping people.

After a thrilling and exciting wave of room, he successfully took two heads from the other side into his pocket.

The little loli with her twin ponytails squatted on the ground cutely, took out a bottle of energy drink and started to till tons.

Ji Shaoyi's slow voice came, as if soaked in a mountain spring.

He said: "If you lose the game, you can win it back. If you lose your hands, you really have no chance."

Although the debut is important, it is not only the hands of the teammates.

What he loves is not only the passion of competition, but also the little warmth that keeps strangers with different personalities together.

A team with uneven hearts will never win.

The Demon King never expected that he would get such an answer.

It is precisely because of this that he doesn't want to drag him down.

He is just an abandoned son who has been squeezed out by the club, while Ji Shaoyi has a bright future.

So he curled the corners of his lips and crawled in front of Ji Shaoyi again: "Use one hand to exchange for a victory in the game, this may seem stupid to you, but it is worth it to me."

"So, help me up."

The Demon King had never spoken so well, but he didn't expect that Ji Shaoyi wouldn't take this trick at all.

He pulled the bolt and pointed the muzzle straight at the devil and said, "I don't."
Chapter completed!