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Chapter 6 He's My Son

Those three people came in very low-key, and didn't have any conversation after sitting down. Those who watched the scene watched the scene, and those who lowered their heads played with their mobile phones, which didn't attract the attention of too many people around them.

The semi-finals are not as grand as the finals, and there are not so many bells and whistles before the official game. After the three commentators took their positions, they first introduced themselves, and then began to introduce the two teams of GDT and JZ this season. score.

The commentators were fairly fair, talking about the strengths of both teams and pointing out their weaknesses.

"In short, whether it is the GDT team or the JZ team, they are both very strong teams. I believe today's game is still very exciting..."

After talking about the situation of the two teams, the players began to enter the arena, and the commentator introduced the players to the audience.

Speaking of players, one of the commentators thought of the gossip that has been leaked recently: "I heard that the GDT team will send a veteran today. Although this veteran is called a veteran, he is actually not old at all..."

Before the commentary was finished, the audience burst into cheers and screams, and the name "Miracle" was yelled by fans, which almost turned the whole scene upside down.

Commentary A: "However, in the first game of GDT, it was still the starting lineup, without our Kuangshen."

Commentary B: "It may be a new routine developed by GDT, and it will probably be seen in the next few games."

Commentary A: "It's been a long time since I watched Kuangshen play a game. Thinking about it, I'm still looking forward to it."

Commentary C: "Okay, the players are all in their positions, the coaches of both sides have shaken hands, let's enter the first game..."

It wasn't until the teams on both sides began to draft heroes that the shouts about "Miracle" gradually disappeared.

Seeing that the scene was finally a little quieter, Chen Jing lowered his fingers covering his ears, and moved them to Sheng Kuan's ear: "Kuang Zai, have you seen those pictures?"

Sheng Guan continued to play the game without raising his head. He didn't take off his earphones until the opponent's crystal exploded: "What picture?"

Chen Jing: "Just the pictures I sent you."

Sheng Jin didn't say anything, he clicked into WeChat, and saw a dozen red reminders on Chen Jing's profile picture.

Clicking into the dialog box, Shengguan randomly selected a picture to enlarge. He only glanced at it, and switched back to the game without interest.

Chen Jing: "How is it? Isn't it exciting?"

Grand situation perfunctory: "Well, with emotion."

Chen Jing: "Yes, I also think it is very touching, especially you, every painting is very touching."

The grand occasion cursed without distraction: "Get out, don't talk about me."

Chen Jing: "What do you mean by pulling on you, those pictures were originally drawn of you."

Grand situation was about to click the fingertips to start the game, and after two seconds, he turned his head and glanced at Chen Jing.

Chen Jing: "Don't tell me you don't know. Those pictures are very popular on the Internet. They were drawn by a very famous blogger. They have been drawn for almost two years. There should be nearly a hundred pictures in total. You are in every picture..."

Sheng Kuan thought of the picture that had been swept away just now, looked at Chen Jing blankly for two seconds, then lowered his head and clicked into WeChat.

The scales of the dozen or so pictures are quite open. Except that he is fixed and the other person keeps changing, there is another common feature in those pictures, that is, he will always be the one below. .

Chen Jing: "This blogger now has more than 100 million fans by drawing you. I did a special research and she said you two years ago. Coincidentally, I also started drawing you on the day of 0..."

Lan Bowen, who was sitting next to him and focused on watching the game without listening to Chen Jing and Sheng Guan's speech, suddenly burst out: "Damn, GDT's mid laner was actually killed by JZ's mid laner."

Chen Jing looked at the screen. The director happened to replay the scene where the GDT mid laner was killed by the JZ mid laner just now. He scolded without hesitation, "This dish is too good for the mid laner", and then concentrated on watching the game.

Sheng Kuan looked down at the picture sent by Chen Jing, fell silent, turned off the screen, and started watching the game.

GDT and JZ are on the same level. Both sides are in good condition today. The score has been tight. Unknowingly, it has reached the seventh game, the moment of the showdown.

It's the seventh game, and GDT has no intention of changing players, and the fans who came for Miracle gradually became dissatisfied.

"Didn't you say that Miracle is going to play? It's the last round, why haven't you played yet?"

"I came here specifically for my family's situation, and you just showed me this?"

"..."

Listening to the conversation between the two girls behind, Lin Jing pursed his lips.

The seventh game began, and GDT still maintained the current lineup. In the last game, JZ made a mistake in the jungle, which caused the early stage to collapse. The game ended in less than 10 minutes.

The two girls behind Lin Jing basically didn't watch the last game, they complained about Miracle for not playing the whole time.

At the end of the complaint, a fan of GDT's current jungler Yang Sinian was dissatisfied: "The coach must not allow the grand occasion, there must be a reason for the coach, besides, isn't GDT winning now?"

"We complain about us, it's none of your business?"

"It's none of my business, what's the matter?"

The game is over, everyone is sorting out.

Fans on both sides quarreled, blocking Lin Jing's path and preventing her from going out.

Lin Jing said "give way" twice in a row, and seeing that Yang Sinian's fans were only focused on flirting with the two fans of Shengguan and ignored her at all, she simply sat back on the chair again.

The quarrel between the two sides became more and more intense, and at the end of the quarrel, the two fans of the grand event had already left, and Yang Sinian's fans were still shouting angrily: "Where are these two psychopaths? Let your family win, what to win, maybe after winning, you will lose consecutively like the year before last."

"Wake up, now GDT is Yang Sinian's world, not the world of grand occasions. I'm afraid you are still living in the last century. The grand occasions have long since passed away."

Lin Jing, who had been staying out of it all the time, raised his eyelids to look at this cursing fan of Yang Sinian's family.

Maybe it's because she bumped into someone several times in the past few days and said that the grand occasion is overdone, or maybe it's because she rushed over to watch the results of the game full of enthusiasm, but she didn't see the person she wanted to watch, or maybe it was a fan of the grand occasion. They were all gone, she was still cursing endlessly, Lin Jing only felt that the fire in her heart exploded suddenly, without thinking, she raised the mineral water bottle in her hand, and slammed it on the seat in front of her. Knocked hard.

Yang Sinian's fans shut up and bowed their heads.

Lin Jing raised his head and looked at her: "What skin care products do you use?"

Yang Sinian's fans were taken aback when asked, "What?"

Every word Lin Jing uttered was filled with irritability and impatience: "I said, what skin care products do you use to make your skin so thick."

The fan regained his composure, "Damn it, a few idiots left, and another idiot came, I'm so fucking confused, it's your husband or your boyfriend, you fucking protect him like this."

Lin Jing was choked into silence by the words husband and boyfriend. Of course, it is impossible to shut up in the middle of a quarrel with someone. Lin Jing, who was only thinking about getting back, blurted out a conditioned reflex: "He is my son."

"Pfft—" A chuckle came from the sidewalk next to him.

Lin Jing raised his head, looking at Yang Sinian's fans with displeasure.

Three people walked along the side aisle, heading for the exit. In the hot summer, they wore hats as if they were not afraid of the heat. Among them, the boy in the middle was tall and thin, wearing long sleeves, and the zipper was pulled to the end. At the top, half of the face is covered.

Affected by the epidemic, everyone wore masks.

Although he couldn't see the face of the boy in long sleeves clearly, Lin Jing recognized her son at a glance.

No.

The pomp was recognized.

(End of this chapter)