Good luck: The fresh meat husband is so fierce

"The last round of the competition has reached a fever pitch. It seems that there are only two teams left in the finals. Now the SOD team is only a few points away from No.1."

"That is to say, the outcome of the last game determines the champion of this game. Can SOD overtake? We will wait and see."

"Now we see that Sunshine has judged the opponent's location through the gunshots and is looking for the opponent's personnel."

"Hey! SOD's horse monkey has been knocked down, and now the two sides are in a four-on-three situation."

"The AWM in Sunshine's hand has only three bullets left, can he hit all the bullets?"

As soon as the commentator finished speaking, Zhao Qichen shot and closed the camera in an instant, and the next sniper target suddenly appeared on the screen.

"Sure enough, it's sunshine. The opponent's assault position has fallen to the ground, and then he aimed at the opponent's sniper position."

Zhao Qichen stared at the game interface in front of the screen, and his characters showed up from time to time.

At the same time, Lao Lang and Mao Yu were tightly stuck in the positions of the two people opposite, and the members who fell on the ground were isolated and lost their last drop of blood after a few seconds.

Wen Zhouxing clenched his hands tightly, watching the points on the field change at any time.

"Another shot! Sunshine did it! The moment the opponent showed his head, Sunshine quickly knocked down the opponent's sniper position, once again showing his impressive sniper strength!"

But after he shot, the members on the opposite side quickly covered up. Seeing that Zhao Qichen saved a little blood, he hid behind the rock and sprayed medicine. There were two other members on the opposite side.

"Now it's a three-on-two situation, which is very beneficial to SOD, but sunshine is currently taking medicine to restore blood, and the finals are racing against time. Can he make it in time?"

Three, two, one.

Continuous rifle shots came from the earphones, and Mao Yu seemed to stick out his head, aiming at a member behind the tree, between the two of them, the old wolf grenade covered them.

In the end, the opponent's member was knocked down, Mao Yu was knocked down, Lao Lang quickly replenished that member, Zhao Qichen completed the recovery of blood, the last AWM bullet, and the last member on the opposite side fell to the ground.

"The SOD team has successfully eaten the chicken! Congratulations to the SOD team for winning the league No.1. It is really an exciting final!"

"The cooperation between the SOD members is also quite tacit, and sunshine's AWM is perfect! It is the strongest team in the Asian League this time!"

The commentator explained excitedly, and the foreign commentators also explained the champion of this game in other languages, with a sour tone.

The audience shouted the name of SOD, and the team that missed the championship sat on the chair with a forced smile and went forward to congratulate them.

The horse monkey almost jumped up from the chair, Maoyu gasped excitedly, and didn't recover for a long time, the old wolf helped him along the back.

Sitting on a chair, Zhao Qichen watched the crowd shouting their team's name, congratulating all kinds of broken Chinese in his ears, and smiled knowingly.

Today, everyone will remember the name of their team, not only in Asia, but in the future, they will rush to the world.

Standing on the podium, with the trophies in Zhao Qichen's hands, the members stood aside and waved their hands vigorously. When it was his turn to speak, he stumbled and couldn't speak clearly.

Mao Yu was holding the microphone at the moment, her eyes were red, and she looked at the camera and exhaled.

"I hope you can give me more time, there are a lot of people I want to thank..."

Zhao Qichen smiled helplessly, patted him on the shoulder, Mao Yu looked at him and nodded heavily.

The audience finally fell silent, and members of other teams in the audience also looked here.

Zhao Qichen looked at Maoyu's hand that was shaking tightly to the microphone.

"First of all, I would like to give special thanks to Zang Yue who brought me into this team. I thank him for letting me know that a team can be a family, and my captain, who has always been with me, and there is ..."

Mao Yu was so excited that he couldn't continue, Ma Hou changed his unruly character and followed his back.

"And my members, Xiaopang was unable to participate in the competition due to hospitalization. I hope everyone will not forget him. Although I took his place, he also helped me a lot. Thank you very much."

As he said that, Mao Yu bowed deeply, and Ma Hou applauded, but Zhao Qichen pressed his back. The whole team bowed in a row on the podium, and the spotlights flickered, which became the headlines in recent days .

Lin Qiuran got off the plane halfway, thinking that the time for the league should be over, she couldn't help but turned on her phone.

The hot headlines are all about the league. If you just click on it, it will be SOD winning the championship, single row and four row double championship, becoming the biggest winner of the Asian League.

Lin Qiuran flipped through the comments of netizens, all flattering comments, couldn't help but smile.

He did it, but what he received was probably not good news.

Instead of following Su Xinrui's arrangement, Lin Qiuran didn't want to have anything to do with these things after boarding the nearest flight.

After Zhao Qichen returned to the lounge, he called Lin Qiuran without interruption, but the phone was turned off, and he was absent-minded throughout the night.

The team arranged a celebration banquet, and the people from DS also came. This competition is also thanks to them, otherwise SOD would not have won the championship so smoothly.

There is nothing more joyful than a group of people sitting around a table, toasting and celebrating.

Zhao Qichen walked out of the private room on the way, stood in the corridor and continued to call Lin Qiuran. For some reason, since Lin Qiuran didn't reply to text messages at noon today, he had a bad feeling.

"Hello, the phone you dialed has been turned off..."

Zhao Qichen sighed silently and leaned against the corridor wall.

"What? Are you still not happy after winning the championship? What should we do?"

Yang Feng said as he walked over, Zhao Qichen turned around and saw him force a smile.

"Been on the phone since the end of the game, who is it? Girlfriend?"

Zhao Qichen hesitated for a moment, then nodded, Yang Feng smiled helplessly, and put his arm around his shoulder.

"Okay, let's have fun when it's time to celebrate, and it's just right if you don't have a girlfriend, let's go!"

With that said, Zhao Qichen was helplessly embraced by Yang Feng and entered the private room.

The celebration banquet lasted until midnight, and several members of the team were so drunk that they passed out and were carried back to the base by sober people.

Knowing that Lin Qiuran hadn't returned to the base, Zhao Qichen was restless.

Seeing that Wen Zhouxing was still sober, he pulled him over after getting out of the car and asked, "Where's Ran Ran? I haven't answered her calls yet."

Wen Zhouxing looked at him in a daze, thinking that it would be impossible to separate for a while, so he smiled, but seeing Zhao Qichen's anxious expression, he coughed seriously and said: "She told me yesterday that she seemed to be going back to China early, it's okay, we I have to go back to China in two days, so bear with it, huh?"

Wen Zhouxing said, with a smile on his face, he hooked up with the horse monkey and entered the base.

Zhao Qichen looked at the mobile phone in his hand, it showed that he had made more than 30 calls to Lin Qiuran, and frowned slightly.