Chapter 41: OK, I am guilty

"No, brother, I don't think there's any need to continue playing, right?"

"With such a big advantage, you can get wiped 0-for-5?"

"To say something unpleasant, if I randomly pick four people from the bullet comments to log on, maybe I could play a 1-for-5?"

"What's the point of playing the Old Man Cup? It's not as good as me just playing a ranked game."

Seeing this result, Zitai's temperature soared directly.

He completely couldn't understand that the result he got after enduring humiliation for more than ten minutes was this. How exactly was this team fight played!

"Then what can we do?"

Xiaolongbao also got a temper and retorted, "If I don't manage this Azir, then who will? You? Or who can do it?"

Isn't it just losing one team fight? What's the big deal?

If you start blaming each other now, then he, the jungler, also has something to say. He ruined the opposing jungler's rhythm every game, but what was the result?

"If you can't engage him, then don't engage!"

Zitai said angrily, "You rushed in like that, how can we follow? Kiting, do you understand? Can't you kite a bit?"

"Was I not kiting?"

Xiaolongbao retorted, "Wait and see the replay later, okay? At that time point, if I didn't follow up, what would happen if this Azir flashed and rotated to push five people? You tell me?"

"Does he dare to come in?"

"Yes, he dares. If he didn't dare, how could he play a 0-for-5?"

"No, aren't we discussing this problem? Can you talk properly?"

The failure of this team fight caused the mid-jungle, who had already buried resentment, to become red-faced one after another. The two of them, one sentence after another, made the audience in the stream unable to help but fear whether they would directly have an offline octagon cage match.

"My bad, my bad, my fault."

957 said, "I shouldn't have predicted. If I didn't predict, the ultimate wouldn't have missed. This time it's my problem."

"Exactly, isn't it just one team fight?"

AD Death Declaration also chimed in at this time, "It's really a small problem, not to that extent."

"It's not that it's not to that extent; this is not a small problem, understand?"

Zitai scolded, "I endured humiliation in the mid lane for more than ten minutes, more than ten minutes! The result I got in exchange for this is this. Even if you let Faker see this team fight, he would only scold 'Sibal'."

"Is there a possibility that if Faker came, Azir would have been crushed in lane long ago."

Xiaolongbao said coldly, "Did I force you to endure humiliation in the mid lane? If you can't beat him, you can't beat him. Why do you have to make yourself sound so aggrieved? In that case, let me play mid lane. If I don't die, I have the right to lie down and win, right?"

"No, can you talk properly?"

Zitai's hair exploded the moment he heard this. Talk about the game, just talk about the game, why start personal attacks?

"Am I not talking properly?"

Xiaolongbao also had a lot of resentment in his heart, so he simply took this opportunity to vent it all out.

"Then talk about a fart, there's no need to play at all."

Zitai's temper also came up, his entire face turned red, "Come, come, come, let's not play today, let's just look at the training match recordings from the first game and find the problems. Let's see whose problem is bigger, okay?"

"Come on, who is afraid of whom?"

Just like that, Zitai and Xiaolongbao successively exited the game and directly started reviewing the recordings of the first training match they found tonight frame by frame. Of course, in reality, they were just picking faults.

957, Death Declaration, and the support were silent in the YY for a while, wanting to say something but not knowing what to say. What if these two red-faced mid-jungle turned their spearheads at themselves?

"Gou Ye, our mid-jungle has broken up, we probably can't play today."

957 typed on the screen, "Or, let's just leave it at that today?"

"Ah?"

Uzi's side was still wondering why no one was seen after the opponent resurrected. "What happened?"

Uzi pursued, "Playing a game, it shouldn't break up, right?"

He had heard of mid-jungle breakups in professional matches, but could playing a training match for the Old Man Cup also lead to a mid-jungle breakup? "I guess the temper came up, and both of them exited directly."

957 explained, "Now they are reviewing the game from the first game tonight, and they are picking faults with each other."

"Then it's fine, it should just be that the temper came up."

Uzi breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing this, "Then let's leave it at that. Let the two of them scold each other to vent the depression in their hearts. I guess they will be laughing and laughing when they wake up tomorrow."

He knew Zitai too well.

Maybe it was a momentary temper that made him red-faced, maybe it was for the show effect of the stream, but no matter what the reason, he didn't think Zitai would stage a mid-jungle breakup like this.

"Su Xing, you are extremely evil!"

After saying goodbye to 957 and the others, Uzi exited the game and opened Zitai's stream, laughing, "Making people red-faced is one thing, but how can you make others' mid-jungle break up?"

And don't say, it turns out watching others get red-faced and argue is so interesting.

Su Xing:... "OK, I am guilty."

Uzi:???

No, why are you playing this set too? Is there no meme that is naturally brought by a mid-lane player?

"Why, is 'I am guilty' a meme?"

After exiting the game, Su Xing glanced at the bullet comments in the stream, full of "Bold, big bold," "You are also worthy of being guilty," etc. For a moment, he was also stunned.

Brother almost destroyed the team, and it still doesn't count as being guilty? "Ahem, it's fine, it's fine, it doesn't count as a meme."

Uzi's old face turned red, and he immediately changed the subject, "Then let's leave it at that today?"

"Fine, then I'll go first."

Bei Shang was the first to speak in the voice chat, "Gou Ye, I added your WeChat. I'll send you a message later, and then you can pull me when you build a small group."

"OK, if you have something to do, go first."

Uzi didn't stop him and smiled, "After the match tomorrow, we'll start. When it's about time, I'll call you guys in the WeChat group."

"OK, Gou Ye, bye-bye."

Until Bei Shang's account disappeared from the YY voice chat, AJ asked suspiciously, "What did he go to do? Why does he look so busy?"

"Went to work."

Uzi sighed, "Making a living, it's not easy."

"Su Xing, do you have any plans now?"

Uzi then asked, "You shouldn't be at the age of going to bed early and getting up early, right?"

"Already am."

Su Xing smiled frankly, "Is there anything?"

"Nothing, just saying if you can't sleep, you can go play ranked to find the feel."

Uzi explained, "Don't look at this group of old men complaining today, saying they are old and can't beat others, but I feel that not many of them are playing seriously. Maybe they are observing your champion pool."

"Especially Zitai, I personally feel he is doing show effects. He explored those few champions of yours, so he found an excuse to say he wouldn't play. Maybe he is holding his phone now discussing with the coach how to perfect the pick/ban against you."

"That shouldn't be..."

Su Xing was a bit surprised. Why is playing the Old Man Cup like being a spy? "Hey, you know, like us professional players, no matter how we laugh and laugh usually, once we have a chance to return to the stage we pursued in our youth, we will show the real side a professional player should have."

Uzi said indifferently, "Believe it or not, if the training match tomorrow is played on the tournament server, Zitai will immediately become extremely serious, as if he was possessed by someone."

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 42 =====