This hot man really showed mercy to her.

Hard work pays off.

It was not easy to get the opportunity for an interview.

She wanted to try Li Nian's water to see how deep it was!

Sister Tuozi asked a few questions in the game, a little excessive, in order to proceed step by step.

"No, Brother Zuizi, I don't want you to be serious."

"Is there a progress bar? Fast forward until Brother Zuizi opens his mouth."

"I paid to watch the show, I'm so excited!"

""Post-game interviews are better than the main game series" 4, the whole series ends."

"Don't call me Luo Xin next time. Only Brother Dong can make Brother Zuizi rise!"

Fortunately, you can't see the barrages outside the game, otherwise Li Nian would have to choose the method with the most barrages to answer.

However, he just didn't like it.

Not only was the barrage unhappy, Sister Tuozi was also a little unmotivated.

"Luo Xin, you stole Brother Dong's interview, so you have to do something."

The voice of the guide came from inside the ear.

Hearing this, Luo Xin's eyes lit up, revealing his playful pear dimples.

"In this duel, Fly's player has a full rhythm and almost has a tendency to crush him in the matchup. He is in very good condition."

She was very excited, "In previous interviews with Fly players, they talked about hoping to meet ssg, and they are also eager to play against Master An. It seems that there is hope for meeting him in the knockout stage."

After a moment of pause, Soul asked, "What is your impression of Master An?"

The barrage in the live broadcast room suddenly exploded.

"Luo Xin is one of our own? Score xxx!"

"I love it, I love it. There are not many hosts who dare to start a group."

"Luo Xin is the god who started a group!"

"Brother Zuizi has met his opponent. This is not easy to answer."

Li Nian sat upright and turned his head to look at the upturned corners of Luo Xin's mouth.

She wants to show off to me?

Isn’t the trash talk before the game? Can you watch it after the meal?

Pull it off and think for a moment.

Li Nian speaks!

"Headmaster An is a veteran player who deserves respect and is quite powerful,"

His smile was toothy, "The graphic control style is very similar to that of the factory director. As an aside, I am a fan of the factory director."

With sincere eyes and a serious look, he said, "I changed my mind, I want to fight against my idol!"

"No matter how good other players are, they can't arouse my interest."

He lowered his head and sighed, "It's boring."

As soon as he finished speaking, the barrage exploded instantly.

"Have you brought a translator? Brother Zuizi said it so implicitly."

"Who doesn't know that EDG has been eliminated? The factory director's home is in Wuhan. If he is eliminated, he will take the bus back."

"Here comes the little translator! Just a few sentences."

"Old player: It implies that Master An is old and now is the era of youth."

"Allusion: 'I am your fan', INZT's Brazilian jungler chased the factory director and killed them randomly."

"Chief An = Director of the factory, Brother Zuizi is killing me randomly, Chief An."

"Summary: Everyone present is a hot chick!"

"You don't want to call me anymore? How dare you call that adult by his first name!"

It's loud and clear.

Luo Xin looked dumbfounded.

A group start, right? A group start, right?

Seeing the teasing look on Li Nian's lips, Luo Xin became excited.

She just wanted to lick her red lips and continue, but the director stopped her.

No matter how simple the question is, Li Nian can always start a good group from a tricky angle.

The devil who plays with people's hearts is well-deserved!

It would be impolite to say any more.

“If you reach the quarter-finals, it’s considered a victory!”

Before he could open the door to the lounge, Li Nian heard loud noises coming from inside.

He raised his left hand to open the door, but his little hand was wet, so he switched to his right hand and pushed the door open.

My left hand doesn’t work!

Opening the door with freshly washed hands can easily cause secondary pollution.

Since the top 8 spots were locked in advance, the atmosphere in the ig lounge was particularly harmonious.

Even Xihuang, who was usually silent, started shouting loudly that he was a player who had reached the quarterfinals.

It made Rookie roll her eyes repeatedly.

What does winning the game have to do with you?

If you need 10 people to start the game, then it's fine.

Let’s talk about it separately.

That’s outrageous!

When the team members saw Li Nian coming back, they swarmed around him.

Jack smiled and said, "Meritorious! Brothers."

Li Nian immediately became energetic.

"Sparrow food, you have achieved great success!"

He turned his head and looked at the TV screen next to him, which was showing Li Nian's final makeup photos for the summer games.

7-0-7, team participation rate of 90%, and perfect data of 4430 economic difference to win the MVP again.

MAFA summoned the starting players to the conference table to prepare tactics for the fifth game.

"In the next two games against lz and tsm, everyone should relax and deal with it," Mafa knocked on the small blackboard, "the trump cards will be used in the knockout rounds."

After mafa is over and the tactics are arranged, everyone will lie down on the sofa to rest.

If you have nothing to do, go to the toilet first.

Just turned on the phone.

Jack came closer.

Li Nian raised his eyes and asked.

"Aren't you going to help Chen Long train more? He will end up with Xuan Ming and Xuan Ming again. Don't defeat him again after he just built up his confidence."

Jack spread his hands and Wu Zuo said, "He feels that he has worked hard and wants to relax, so let him go."

"That's true," Li Nian nodded, "Chen Long's training volume has indeed exceeded the standard recently, and it's good to balance work and rest."

"I'm still irritated. I insist on choosing vn skin every day. It's like beating chicken blood."

Jack sighed, "What kind of hatred? What kind of resentment?"

Li Nian shrugged and turned to the water dispenser to hold his tongue, "Then what's going on with Prince Ning?"

In the bright corner, at the computer desk dedicated to the warm-up of substitute players, King Ning's tall figure looked like a chicken.

Weak, pitiful, helpless.

Jack shook his head, "Wang Ning is playing other positions, just not practicing jungle."

Li Nian and Jack looked at each other.

"send!"

I’ve been busy chatting, but I haven’t checked out the domestic and foreign friendship platforms yet.
To be continued...