stay in my room

Outside the passage was full of shouts for support.

Qin Lan stretched out his hand to hold him, "I'll meet TSR later..." The passageway has limited light, and in such a dim environment, Qin Lan's eyes couldn't stop worry from spreading out.

Cheng Juan sternly said, "Snipe then!"

Qin Lan took two deep breaths, tired of holding the hand in hand, "Okay, spy."

After the opening speech was over, the 16 teams that had advanced to the weekly finals walked to the arena from three aisles, and took the seats in the center of the stage in order according to their rankings.

When the host read IF, Qin Lan stretched out his hand to straighten Cheng Juan's neckline, turned around and walked out of the arena.

Cheers sounded from overhead and poured into ears from all directions.

Cheng Juan raised his head and looked around, feeling a dull pain in his heart.

Before the game, because of him, IF received a lot of controversy. This time, more foreign fans came to watch the IF game than Chinese fans, and the number of supporters was nearly two-thirds less than last year.

But no one in the team from the manager to Lin Mei and Feng Jitong said a word about him.

Sure enough, TSR took the stage this time with a consistent pace, catching up to them from behind.

The captain, 7win, was full of flamboyance, smiling and congratulating Cheng Juan, (in English) "Did your ex-boyfriend send you an invitation to get married yesterday? Does he still remember your name?"

The player at the end of the team pushed the person in front of him and said with a smile: (English) "Tim, why didn't you ask him out for dinner two days ago? Don't you like him? This face is really interesting. If you don't ask him out, I will."

Tim looked at Cheng Juan with a wincing look, and Cheng Juan snorted softly, full of disdain.

The man was ignorant and flirted with Cheng Juan.

Qin Lan's face was full of anger, and his eyebrows were tightened with anger, which seemed to be about to punch the TSR captain.

Lin Mei could hardly hold her teeth anymore, she turned her head to one side, and kept swearing.

Feng Jitong furrowed his eyebrows and said nothing, the corners of his mouth were tensed with muscle lines.

Cheng Juan greeted in English, "Remember to detour when I saw IF in the past two days, or I will lick the box. Remember the search site for materials, and don't let me open the global live broadcast tatters."

Qin Lan didn't make a sound, and cast a sidelong glance at Cheng Juan.

The two teams rubbed shoulders, IF moved to the left and TSR sat to the right, and there was no opportunity for dialogue.

After debugging the peripherals, Qin Lan suddenly asked in the headset, "Do you want to spy on TSR?"

Cheng Juan was adjusting the keys, but he didn't realize what kind of sniper it was for a while.

Lin Mei turned her head and leaned over to look at Qin Lan, I'll go, Qin Lan is serious!

Feng Jitong brought the microphone close to his mouth, "Sniper, jump to TSR to choose the first kill."

Qin Lan raised his eyebrows and smiled.

Lin Mei felt that Feng Jitong was crazy, "No, didn't Lao Ye say that he avoided fighting TSR, 6N and ZS in the early stage?"

After Cheng Juan finished the adjustment, he said lazily, "I listen to the captain! The coach is under the stage now, and he can't come up and hold you to dance, why don't you?"

Feng Jitong suddenly pressed Lin Mei's arm, "God A, group pet, spy."

Lin Mei:? ? ?

WTF?

Qin Lan tilted his head and gave Feng Ji a heartbeat, "I thank you on behalf of God A of my family."

Cheng Juan was confused, what did Feng Jitong say he was?Group favorite?

In the first game, on the north-south center line, Qin Lan punctuated directly to City Y, landed and grabbed resources with TSR.

At the beginning of the game, Qin Lan went around the room with a gun and killed the TSR captain 7win for the first time. The TSR equipment was not picked up and he was about to drive away. Cheng Juan directly unloaded the wheels.

Lin Mei and Feng Jitong had just died, and Cheng Juan stood alone in a high field of vision and waited for the remaining lone wolf.

Qin Lan chose to report instead of killing when he met, Cheng Juan took him away with a tricky angle.

In the first 7 minutes of the game, TSR was the first team to be eliminated.There was an uproar in the venue, and there was a commotion, as if the booing sound could penetrate the earphones.

This has never happened to TSR since it entered the professional game. 7win was so angry that he almost smashed the keyboard.

Cheng Juan searched the TSR boxes one by one, picked them one by one in an extremely slow way, and finally threw them all on the ground.

This scene repays TSR's revenge for sniping Qin Lan's box.

It took Qin Lan a long time to speak, "Stop playing, let's go, we are going to enter the circle. This round is like the Nanqie airport circle, and we may have to cross the bridge."

The first round of the final round was at the southwest end of the airport. In stage 6, HOP and UV flanked 6N, and 6N wiped out the team. Then they faced IF in the southeast.The remaining lone wolf of Japan's SNY team was finally shot|killed by Tongyan.

IF eat chicken.

Since the TSR box was completed early, they had neither survival points nor kill points, so this game directly opened with 0 points.

At the end of the first game, TSR's points were listed online, and the PUBG circle was shocked immediately.

The previous year's global championship would have a 0-point start, so TM dreamy.

I dare not even dream of doing this.

Ye Chang hated his teeth in the audience, the moment Qin Lan punctuated, he seemed to rush onto the stage, pressing Qin Lan's hand to change the point!

It was useless for Xiao Ruan to comfort her all the way.

Second round.

Qin Lan didn't punctuate, knocked on the microphone, "Are you still coming? Either we will kill the team, or they will kill the team."

Cheng Juan 'had no position' to say whether to dance or not, and remained silent, keeping his eyes on Qin Lan's face.

Qin Lan laughed, "Don't look, your husband is very handsome."

Cheng Juan looked at his screen and raised the corners of his mouth.

Lin Mei gritted her teeth, glanced at Feng Jitong, and turned on the microphone: "Jump! Spy on them."

On the route from the top of the mountain to Port P, Qin Lan clicked a mark, and Ye Chang walked over angrily, pounding the table.

"After the intermission of the next game, don't stop me and let me scold you!"

The start of the round was bad, Feng Jitong was touched to death by Tim first, and Lin Mei was also pinched to death later.

Cheng Juan drove a spy to help Lin Mei and was blown half of the blood by a thunderbolt from 7win. He went upstairs and went straight up. Because of the blood, Cheng Juan fell to the ground and was taken away by the half shuttle.

The opening game is 4 and 1 left, and TSR is full.

Cheng Juan frowned, "Let's go."

Lin Mei kept taking deep breaths, Feng Ji and OB Qin Lan stared at the screen intently, wanting to report something to the captain.

Qin Lan said coldly, "They are locking the city now, go? How to go!"

As soon as the words fell, Qin Lan fired a shot at 98K seconds and threw it out. 7win fell to the ground directly. Because of the gun|barrel|silence, they didn't judge Qin Lan's exact position at the first time.

Put away the gun, jump down and touch the opposite side of the road, get stuck in 7win's field of vision behind the fence, a teammate went upstairs to help, Qin Lan didn't open the mirror and directly 'blindly' sniped, and fell down another person.

When Cheng Juan saw this scene on the screen, his neck was a little mechanical.

He couldn't handle these two shots so well as Qin Lan.

Looking at these two shots, how far is the gap between him and Qin Lan?

In the past few days, Qin Lan secretly feeds her head, so that she doesn't know where her strength is.

Qin Lan walked around the house with a charge | front | gun, and two other people did not know where to ambush him. He used smoke | mist | to open the way, and one of them lost his position before he could hold back.

Qin Lan guarded the stairs and prevented them from going up to save people. They would have a wave of psychological warfare before the blood bar cleared.

He squatted halfway to hide the sound of footsteps, and when he caught sight of someone, he shot again, and fell to the ground one by one.

With the last person left, Qin Lan went around the wall without any scruples and wiped out the team with blood.

In the upper right corner, scroll four kills.

Lin Mei clapped her hands and shook her voice: "We still dragged you down, look at how brave you are in soloing! You are awesome. Instead of giving us a gun, you can completely 1V4."

Cheng Juan didn't speak in silence, this wave was too showy, even more handsome than him taking down the three of TSR with a single sniper.

In the same scene, Cheng Juan knew that his operations would not be as stable as Qin Lan's.

There was a wave of people in the auditorium, wave after wave.

Cheng Juan quietly turned on the earphones, and heard the chorus shouting outside: "seckill! seckill! seckill!"

He narrowed his eyes, enjoying Qin Lan's glory at the moment.

TSR once again counted down to 0 points, and the results of these two rounds alone are already fatal.

The first place in the finals is basically useless, unless both IF and 6N lose, and the scores of more than a dozen teams are almost the same.They can squeeze into the top three with a small point difference, otherwise they will be escorts in the first week of the finals.

In the end, Qin Lan couldn't withstand the attack of the two teams alone and ranked third.

In the third round, TSR was afraid of being sniped, so he jumped to an unconventional selection, but Qin Lan collided with the wild areas he randomly selected.

IF2 was replaced by TSR3, Feng Jitong and Qin Lan survived, and Tim ran away.

In this round, TSR finally broke through 0 points and started to kill, but only 4 heads and 4 points.

In the third round, IF ate chicken again, with the highest total points in the arena, and the 1 mark in front of the team was particularly dazzling.

During the intermission, Qin Lan went to the bathroom directly to urinate.

Ye Chang blocked the door of the toilet, and it was not easy to rush in and drag Qin Lan out to scold him, so he had to wait with a gloomy face.

Cheng Juan leaned on the sofa, unscrewed the thermos by himself, and drank absent-mindedly.

Xiao Ruan saw him walking over and patted him, "TSR still messed with your mentality?"

That's no nonsense!Lin Mei was about to interrupt, when Cheng Juan shot his gaze over, and he shut up resentfully.

Xiao Ruan has black hair, shit, TSR is a bitch!

Cheng Juan shook his head, his voice was very soft, "No." His expression was still thoughtful.

Xiao Ruan: "Nothing?"

Cheng Juan: "It didn't mess with my mentality."

Xiao Ruan: "Then you..." This state is a bit wrong!

Cheng Juan raised his head and took another sip, "Qin Lan always plays like that?"

Xiao Ruan didn't understand, and his mind was full of whether Cheng Juan was disturbed by TSR, "What kind?"

He took a deep breath, it turned out that what Qin Lan said about practicing for another two years might not be a joke.

When he played again, Cheng Juan paid special attention to Qin Lan's details and style of play.

I slowly saw many points that I hadn't noticed before, and my heart was shocked.

At the end of the first day of the race, Cheng Juan nestled in the car and was very quiet.

Xiao Ruan pointed at Cheng Juan with his lower jaw, and asked Qin Lan in a false voice, "That's what he did during the intermission! What did TSR say?"

The street lamps outside shone on Cheng Juan's face, and there was a sense of a large area under the interlacing of light and dark.

Qin Lan turned sideways, "What? What's wrong with the game?"

Cheng Juan remained silent.

Qin Lan reached out and peeled off his hairband, "Care your head, you've worked hard today." He reached out and pressed Cheng Juan's forehead, afraid that he would catch a cold if he took it off suddenly.

The curly hair fell down, and a few strands hung on the eyelashes, and Cheng Juan's eyes were mixed in the shadows.

"Talk to me?" Qin Lan slowed down, feeling that the matter was a bit serious.

Cheng Juan rested his chin on his arm, "Your style of play has changed since I became a box." He raised his eyes faintly, "Did I affect your play?"

Qin Lan was startled, "No, I just did what Ye Chang said."

Cheng Juan:? ? ?

"Ye Chang said to try to play with you, because you can snipe and pull the line to stick to your face, you are aware of surprises, and your style of play has not been defined by professionalism. Now you have a high degree of plasticity."

Cheng Juan was puzzled, "Such a big game to match my plasticity? I'm afraid you are crazy."

Qin Lan rubbed his neck with a smile, "He wants you to take over my class."

Cheng Juan's heart was torn apart, his whole body trembled, and his fingertips suddenly pinched Qin Lan's wrist.

"I won't take your class!"

What is the difference between this sentence and personally telling him to retire!

Qin Lan stretched out his right index finger and swayed from side to side, "As long as you can be your captain, you will be the captain for one more day. Do you want to take over my class? Take a good look tomorrow and see if you can take over."

The subtext is that Cheng Juan is still 'far away'.

He stretched out his hand to hug Cheng Juan, "E-sports is like this. I will retire one day. I am older than you, so it is not impossible for you to retire first. It is reasonable for Ye Chang to plan to do so."

Cheng Juan tightened his clothes, muffled his voice, "I've only been in IF for more than half a year, and I haven't had enough for a season. You..."

Qin Lan sneered, "This is the direction of the team. You are not asked to take over immediately. What are you thinking?"

Cheng Juan's mind was completely confused.

"Come with me to the flower shop to pick some flowers later."

"Row."

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