Almighty cute wife is a bit handsome

Chapter 92 - Analyst Song
"You! Smelly woman... hiccup...don't think... hiccup...you have Lian Yuan backing you up... hiccup..."

"An Linglong suggests that you activate your digestive system first."

"Give me... hiccup... wait!"

Leng Muge withdrew from the multiplayer video.

To him, hiccups are a scene that he does not want outsiders to see.

"Hey!" Yan Chaosong was a little anxious, she hadn't had time to talk to him yet.

"It's okay." Lu Qing smiled, "There will be a chance to meet."

Yan Chaosong smiled, a little silly, which didn't match her charming face.

She felt like the past few days had been a roller coaster ride.

First, she was hidden by the company, then scolded by her parents, and then the old man came to her house. After talking with him, her parents told her to marry directly, and go back today to count the days.

Then she joined An Linglong's team with the mentality of trying, but met a genius idol?
Yan Chaosong felt hopeful in an instant. If she could really make a lot of money, she wouldn't have to listen to those two people at all!
"We must win." She murmured.

"Of course." An Linglong replied.

blink of an eye.

game day.

An Linglong, Lu Qing, Song Chen, and Leng Muge got into a car.

"Where is Chaosong?" Lu Qing asked.

"She said that her home was relatively close to the scene, so she went straight over and waited for us at the door." Song Chen replied.

"Everyone, are you nervous?" An Linglong asked expressionlessly.

"What's there to be nervous about?" Leng Muge sipped his drink, "I can beat those little trash to death with just one finger, okay?"

"But shouldn't it be an international practice to be nervous before a game?" An Linglong said the results of the database survey, 90.00% of the people were more or less nervous before the game.

"You two don't need to be nervous." Song Chen pushed the golden eyes, and calmly analyzed, "This time there are eight rounds in total, and the number of people required for each round is different. For example, the first four rounds are three people. The next four rounds will be five-a-side, in order to hide our true strength, this round will be played by me, Ah Qing, and Yan Chaosong, it’s fine for the two of you to play outside the court.”

"But in case the opponent's player is very strong, why don't we two play just in case?" Leng Muge asked.

"Generally speaking, the teams in the first round will hide the real ace players in the team, so don't worry."

Song Chen's analysis was clear and logical, and he was no longer the rookie who knew nothing but playing games.

"The team that is about to PK with us is called KS. I have analyzed their players, and their skills are not as good as ours."

Song Chen said while searching for information on the tablet seriously.

Serious men are always the most attractive, Lu Qing looked at him and suddenly felt his heart skip a beat.

"Besides, although the three of us are not as good as the two of you, our strength is not bad anyway."

"It makes sense." Leng Muge glanced at Lu Qing, thoughtfully, and shut up in a bad mood.

"I'll cheer you on." An Linglong stole a bite of the snack that Leng Muge carried with her, and said with her dead fish eyes.

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Competition entry.

Far away, the group saw a conspicuous girl.

Yan Chaosong was smoking a cigarette, wearing a black slim dress with red lips as standard.

She dresses very simply, but it does not hinder her charming charm.

And when An Linglong and the others went, they happened to see her reject the eighth person who asked for her WeChat.

Leng Muge walked among the four of them, seeing him, Yan Chaosong took a long drag on his cigarette.

(End of this chapter)