It was a loud bang on the table.

In the LTG team's player booth, the three referees behind Mr. Wang were facing a formidable enemy, ready to step in at any time to stop the worst possible situation that was about to happen.

Mr. Wang felt the screen in front of him tremble suddenly, and this punch on the table directly knocked him back to reality from the immersion caused by the system.

Subconsciously, she put her hands on her earphones. At this moment, Liu Mei's voice came from the earphones: "You can't take off the earphones!"

Mr. Wang was stunned for a moment, and when he glanced sideways, he saw that the three referees were looking at him eagerly.

The next moment, the voice continued to come from the earphones: "If you can fight, fight! If you can't fight, just click on it!"

This is Lin Weixiang.

Mr. Wang has never seen Lin Weixiang get angry.

In fact, with Lin Weixiang's dull personality, Mr. Wang could not even imagine what kind of situation this person would be in when he was angry.

Now, Lord Wang has seen it.

"Lin Weixiang, your hand..."

Following Liu Qingsong's words, he looked over and saw that the knuckles of Lin Weixiang's right fist were white and blood was seeping from the heel joint of his little finger.

"Referee! Timeout!"

Young Master Leng immediately shouted to the referee behind him.

The young lady referee picked up the walkie-talkie and said urgently: "The blue side game is suspended! The blue side game is suspended!"

"Received! Game terminated! Game aborted!"

The large screen at the scene instantly changed to black and white, and a fifteen-minute countdown dialog box appeared in the center of the screen.

After the game was suspended, the on-site referee who was close to Lin Weixiang quickly walked to Lin Weixiang and looked carefully at Lin Weixiang's right hand.

There was a faint swelling at the little finger joint, and blood was flowing from the break.

The medical team backstage quickly came on stage and began to bandage Lin Weixiang's right hand.

Mr. Wang turned his head and looked back. The sixth sister nervously clenched her fists and looked in the direction of Lin Weixiang. Young Master Leng lowered his head and covered his face with his hands. Liu Qingqing watched the doctors and nurses bandaging Lin Weixiang's right hand with an expressionless face, not knowing what he was thinking.

something.

During the suspension of the game, the players were prohibited from communicating with each other, but through the unstopped team voice, Mr. Wang could clearly hear the conversation between Lin Weixiang and the medical staff.

"Don't wrap it up for me, just put a band-aid on it to stop the bleeding!"

"I said! I don't need it!"

"No, I still have to finish this game!"

"I said it's okay, it's okay!"

"Don't worry! I'll take it apart immediately after you wrap it!"

"..."

What exactly is going on?

Mr. Wang was a little confused about the situation at the scene.

How come the team is playing well and then suddenly appears in this situation?

What did I say wrong?

This game was originally to support my big core, and then in the later stage, four guarantees and one... What's the problem?

If we don't fight like this, how can we win?

Why do they...

Why are you getting so angry?!

Don’t they want to win?!

One question after another popped up in Master Wang's mind like bubbles on boiling water, but none of them could be answered.

"Referee! I can continue the game!"

At Lin Weixiang's strong request, the medical staff shook their heads and helped Lin Weixiang bandage and stop the bleeding without affecting the flexibility of his right hand.

The young lady referee looked confused: "You... uh... are you sure?"

Lin Weixiang was furious: "I'm sure! Hurry up!"

"Okay!" The young lady referee was also helpless and picked up the walkie-talkie and started to communicate with the on-site rotating referee.

A moment later, the referee's voice sounded in the headphones of the ten players from both sides: "Players from both sides are ready, the game will restart in ten seconds!"

"ten!"

"Nine!"

"eight!"

"..."

"start!"

The screen in front of Mr. Wang returned to color again, but the waves in his heart did not stop.

Without turning on the system, Mr. Wang followed his true intentions and asked in the team voice: "Lin Weixiang, why did you hit the table just now?"

Before Lin Weixiang could speak, Liu Qingsong, who had the best relationship with Lin Weixiang, sneered as if he had heard some funny joke: "Ha! What do you think?"

I think he has cerebral palsy!

This is Mr. Wang’s truest thought.

But Mr. Wang must not say this.

"Are you angry?" Mr. Wang asked cautiously.

"No." Lin Weixiang's voice sounded calm.

"Then why did you..."

Master Wang wanted to continue questioning, but Young Master Leng on the other side finally couldn't stand it anymore: "Master Wang, can you shut up?!"

Normally, Mr. Leng would call Mr. Wang by his nickname "Ham Sausage". After changing the name this time, Mr. Wang was clearly aware of the change in his mood.

"Ham sausage, stop talking and let's play the game!" Sixth Sister's originally weak voice took on a hint of strength this time, and Mr. Wang could hear the blame in his words.

What's wrong with each of these people?

When Mr. Wang himself truly realized that the atmosphere in the team had fundamentally changed, he seemed to see four invisible sharp swords stabbing at him non-stop!

Mr. Wang took a long breath and gritted his teeth to suppress the complicated thoughts in his mind.

"System on!"

"Ding!"

"The League of Legends script system has been started!"

"Random number calculation starts!"

"Ding!"

"The random number calculation function has been activated!"

Narrowing his eyes, Mr. Wang was once again immersed in the game in front of him.

The headset on the head of the young lady behind Mr. Wang was also connected to the team voice channel of the LTG team. She listened clearly from beginning to end to the conversation between the few in front of her, who she regarded as little brothers.

"Hey!" The young lady sighed softly in her heart, "This Master Wang...it's hard to describe in words!"

………………

"Twenty minutes into the game, the two sides started a fierce battle in the Dalong Pit!"

"The EDG team's Bard takes the lead and activates! The golden body arrives to assist the LTG team's Bard!"

"Without Bard's shield, Jhin directly activated his ultimate move! The Vampire Rocket Belt enters the scene..."

In the LTG team player stand, Mr. Wang shouted at the top of his lungs: "Karma Shield! The wine barrel pushes the vampire out! Give me a cutting position!"

However, there is no other voice in the team voice except Mr. Wang’s own voice.

It's so quiet!

With the support of the system, Lord Wang didn't take it seriously and was still 100% immersed in the team battle in front of him!

Leng Shao's Karma did not activate the group shield. Instead, he used an enhanced Q skill to throw at the charging vampire, but was dodged by the opponent's blood pool.

Mr. Wang stared at Young Master Leng with wide eyes: "What are you doing on horseback?!"

Leng Shao said nothing and continued to fight in the team battle, turning a deaf ear to Master Wang's shouts.

Lin Weixiang on the other side was still working hard, but Mr. Wang could clearly feel that his operation was very stiff and almost deformed.

After Mr. Wang tried his best to control his VN and deal with the opponent's front row, the screen turned into black and white.

"Made!"

As soon as he tapped the keyboard, Mr. Wang leaned back on the back of his chair.

The second game between LTG team and EDG team.
Chapter completed!