Zero originally wanted to slap him, but when he saw his arrogant look, he became timid. He kept them out and acted willfully.

He didn't even know what they were in his mind? Are teammates or an essential auxiliary tool to win games.

"Damn it, kill this dog guy ten times!" Jiang Jiang looked frustrated and wanted to throw his headphones out of anger.

Lai Fu rubbed his head without saying anything.

Bu Yao took off his headphones in a daze and heard the cold voice of the person next to him: "Congratulations, you have ushered in your first defeat in your career."

"I was blamed for that wave just now, I shouldn't have rushed so hard." Bu Yao began to take the blame consciously.

This time, she had no excuses. She took the hero she had, and lost to Ten Kills in the best state and most eye-catching operation.

It’s not because of her mentality or because she is targeted, it’s just because she is not strong enough.

In the past, she was a passerby king who was looked up to by people. When she entered the professional arena, she was just a cute newbie. Whether she was criticized or lost the game, it was something that every professional player had to experience, so she accepted it calmly.

She obviously lost the game, but she was calmer than ever before. After bowing deeply to the fans who came to cheer, she and her teammates came to the center of the stage and shook hands with the people opposite one by one.

Shikows still looked arrogant and said coldly: "You are still far from here."

Bu Yao nodded, "I know."

His punch seemed to hit the cotton, not hurting or itchy, but it made him feel a little uncomfortable. He did not see the expression he wanted on her face, but instead saw her eyes, calm but firm.

This made him feel a little irritated. When the prey is no longer afraid, then he, the torture man, will have no pleasure.

He was staring at her and was conscious, but his hand was suddenly held strongly, and a gritting voice sounded in his ears, "Have your mother taught you, is it rude to stare at others?"

"Then your mother hasn't taught you, don't try too hard when shaking hands?" Shisha retorted and grabbed it back vigorously.

Lu Yan pulled his hand back and shouted coldly, "I know it's impolite and still try so hard. Your education is prenatal education, right?"

Shikong shrugged, "Each one another."

Lu Yan: "Excessive awards and more awards."

Ten Kills: "Take the Give Up."

Lu Yan: "I dare not take it, I dare not take it."

Bu Yao: "…"

Seeing the two of them looking like they were about to fight, Bu Yao hurriedly took away his older mentally retarded child.

When He Xiaopang saw them coming down, he hurriedly handed him a pack of wet tissues, then protected his chest with both hands and said, "Stop attacking my chest, it's in public, I want it even if you are shameless."

"Who cares?" Lu Yan gave him a blank look, slowly pulled out a tissue and began to wipe his hands.

Before he could give his order, Bu Yao consciously took out a wet tissue and wiped it perfunctorily twice. Until she got into the car, she dared to reach out and hold him, and said with a low smile: "Today I will follow my wife's requirements."

Lu Yan's cold face finally softened a little, he patted his shoulder and said, "Do you want to cry? The tissue is ready for you, and your shoulder is dumb, I promise not to laugh."

Bu Yao: "..." I couldn't cry and disturb me.

She took out her cell phone, but she didn't want to read the comments so much. People who like her always see her efforts. People who hate her can find reasons to criticize her regardless of whether she wins or loses. She suddenly didn't care so much.
Chapter completed!