Crazy host sweet temptation, cold licking the main god and acting coquettish

"Did you hear that... just now the SKP leader called out Boss Mobao?! What's going on..."

"SKP can't be... check it out!"

Wang Chi had to take care of Song Wenqi and the others while also confirming with the organizer about the equipment to be used later. He was a little overwhelmed for a while.

"Looking at that person's figure, who do you think he is?"

Si Mo was silent for a moment, then turned to Song Wenqi and told him the answer he had guessed. Judging from his expected expression, Song Wenqi had already suspected that it was Ye Wenyu.

"I didn't expect that he would dare to make trouble today." Si Mo narrowed his eyes dangerously, and after a while he comforted Song Wenqi, "Just play well first, and leave the rest to me."

"Momo, what are you going to do?" Song Wenqi heard this and looked a little worried: "Wait until the game is over, we'll go together."

"Don't go to him alone."

"I suspect... Ye Wenyu has some mental problems now."

Si Mo chuckled and leaned close to Song Wenqi's ear to tease, "You might as well just say you think he's mentally ill."

"..."

"Don't worry," he suddenly reached out and rubbed Song Wenqi's soft hair, like stroking a puppy's fur: "I know he can't hurt me."

"I'll be watching you from the audience later. You're going to win, right, Aqi?"

Song Wenqi's deep pupils were pulsating, and he hummed firmly, "I will."

"But Mo Mo should at least give me some motivation. If I win, can I ask for a reward..."

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The first game began. After the players took their positions, the commentator began to read the opening remarks, and the main stadium was filled with noise.

The two teams were located on the left and right sides respectively. During the Ban & Pick session, Jiang Yan selected his hero and spoke into the headset:

"Hey Pei Nan, the opponent's mid laner is a murloc, aren't you just the counter to him?

Xiao Momo, follow your brother well.

Qi Shen should be able to do anything, your amazing hero panel... the opponent can ban you at will~"

In fact, there are only two or three people in the e-sports circle who are famous for their achievements. Except for the match against NOG, SKP basically has no opponents. Moreover, they happened to be matched with SAN in the first game. In Jiang Yan's eyes, this is a relaxing game.

So he didn't look nervous and even had time to chat.

Compared to them, the five members of the SAN team looked obviously solemn. Firstly, the fact that they had drawn SKP meant that there was no suspense. Also, they didn't know what Song Wenqi's tactics and habits were, but now that someone who could normally carry the entire game by himself had joined the team, his strength would only get stronger after team training.

"It's okay, relax and play normally." The leader of the opposing team looked a little pale, but still comforted him into the headset.

Song Wenqi chose the jungler position, and the opponent randomly banned a hero from the heroes he often used in his live broadcasts.

"Pfft——" Jiang Yan couldn't help laughing: "Oh my God, this can't be the damn fate."

Pei Nan glanced at him: "?"

Jiang Yan explained: "The hero that Qi Shen originally selected before the game started was the Male Gunner. Isn't that a coincidence?"

"It's okay." Song Wenqi's voice came out lightly: "I'm fine."

As soon as he finished speaking, he dragged the mouse and pre-selected Lee Sin.

Jiang Yan shrugged: "Whatever, you are Venus anyway."

Although the other party guessed one of Qi Shen's plans, they could not stop his remaining ten thousand plans.

One minute after everyone modified their runes, the game officially began.

The tactics of the SAN players were very stable. After a few brief probing attempts with the opponent, they quickly separated. The scene was unusually harmonious. Even the commentator had to work harder than usual to stimulate the atmosphere.

After level 6, Song Wenqi's jungler started to move and he turned towards the bottom lane.

"The blind monk starts to walk towards the bottom lane... Who is in the bottom lane? It's Ashe and Healer. They are in danger!"

"The nurse didn't have a good economy at the beginning, and was only halfway behind the opponent. SKP also has EZ in the bottom lane. It seems that Qi Shen is going to team up with ADC to catch people!"

Ten minutes into the game, the first kill went to SKP's Zed. The opponent's support was sacrificed and the shooter went home with low health.

At this pace, we should be able to win the game within the planned thirty minutes.

The rhythm at the beginning and the middle was basically set by the jungler. In the middle and late stages, Pei Nan's mid laner Zed led the support to destroy two defensive towers in a row. At this time, there was a clear economic gap between the two sides.

"Is Lee Sin going to kill Baron? Why does it feel like he's earlier than expected?"

Although most people knew the reason, Commentator B just smiled and tried to smooth things over: "It can't be helped. Maybe the jungler they encountered was Qi Shen."

"So... there was no suspense in the whole game. Let us congratulate SKP for winning the first game!"

[Master...I just found this.]

Si Mo was sitting in the VIP seat in the front row, watching Song Wenqi's face scan across the big screen. He was distracted and saw the thing that Benben handed him in his sea of ​​consciousness, and his expression was stunned.

Is this the knife that Ye Wenyu just took?

He remembered that after the incident, the knife was thrown into some corner, and the security guard probably didn't look at it carefully when he took Ye Wenyu away.

Song Wenqi also said that he was not injured, but there were obvious bloodstains on the blade of the knife.

Si Mo raised his head suddenly and met the gaze of Song Wenqi, who raised his eyes unintentionally.

In the lounge, Wang Chi saw that Si Mo had something to do, so he made up an excuse to send the rest of the team members away.

Song Wenqi was dragged in by him. The rare serious look on Si Mo's face made him feel a little guilty.

"hand."

Song Wenqi didn't move: "Momo, what's wrong with you?"

Si Mo didn't waste any words. He pulled Song Wenqi's arm and moved his right hand to his eyes, prying open his fingers one by one: "Why didn't you tell me you were injured?"

"You just went up to compete like this, Song Wenqi, do you take yourself seriously?"

Song Wenqi didn't show any emotion after being scolded. The more anxious Si Mo was, didn't it mean that he cared about him more?

"It doesn't matter, the game can still be played..."

"Because I promised you I would win."

"Tsk." Si Mo was annoyed and couldn't understand his logic. He was the one who was injured, but it seemed like he had taken advantage of him for nothing.

He pressed Song Wenqi down on the chair, turned around and took the medicine box: "This wound looks small, but it's deep."

"What if it gets infected?" He scolded, but his hands honestly pressed a cotton swab dipped in medicated wine on Song Wenqi's palm and rubbed it gently.

"I'm sorry, brother. I was wrong about this." Song Wenqi rubbed Si Mo's waist and acted coquettishly. He knew that as long as he called Si Mo, he would always soften unconditionally.

"Don't try that on me." Si Mo glanced at him seriously and used his other hand to pull Song Wenqi's head away: "Don't move, be quiet!"

"Brother, do you still remember what you promised me?"

"I don't remember! I have selective amnesia." Song Wenqi's words before the game automatically emerged in Si Mo's mind. His cheeks flushed, but he felt that now was obviously not the right time. He was probably angry with Song Wenqi.

Si Mo pressed his hand on Song Wenqi's wound with a hint of punishment: "Song Wenqi, get rid of all those nonsense in your mind!"