LOL: This man is too reckless

Chapter 89 There are always winners carnival, and there are losers who leave
"cheers!"

A dozen glasses collided together, and a lot of the wheat-yellow beer inside spilled out.

Cui Zijian blushed from drinking, and said one after another that he was too drunk.

But beside him, he couldn't find Bei's Qijiang, so he hugged it in his arms.

"Don't pretend, you just want to continue doing the live broadcast at night. Don't think that you, brother Kai, can't understand your little thoughts."

Tian Ye on the side also fell on Cui Zijian's back and said drunkenly.

"Yes, yes."

Tian Ye hiccupped and said, "Brother Jian must want to cheat on gifts again today."

Cui Zijian waved his hand and said, "Nonsense! I was giving benefits to my family."

"What benefits are you giving, tell me."

"I'll show them the drunk clown, hehe."

After finishing speaking, Cui Zijian pointed the phone camera at Qijiang's face.

"Damn it! This kid is streaming live right now." Kou Rou realized something was wrong and shouted.

[Brother Jian, put the camera on the factory director's face and I'll use the excavator! 】

[Sao Nan also came to give gifts, how many excavators should I thank for this treasure map. 】

[It's over, it's over, sister-in-law Qiqi has to make Sao Nan kneel on the washboard again today. 】

[Charging 100 yuan is just a slap in the face, this treasure map will not have a black nose and a swollen face tomorrow. 】

[Chuhe is here, Dong Xiaosa is here. Is this a guild? 】

[How much money does Brother Jian have to earn as a champion, it made me cry. 】

[Sangui don't peek at Brother Jian's live broadcast, start the broadcast quickly. 】

[Tian Ye looks so cute when he's drunk, and Kim Hyuk-gyu too, they have a good friend CP feeling. 】

[Wori, can the girl in the fan circle die, and you can make up your mind after a drink. 】

[I can still tolerate the girls in the rice circle, but can the rotten girls die. 】

[Gift reminder: Jackeylove sent three tiger food (free). 】

Abramovich also seems to have forgotten the prohibition on alcohol, so the players and staff had a good drink.

"While everyone is still awake, I want to say a few things."

Abu interrupted a group of people who were grabbing mobile phones with Cui Zijian.

"Xiao Jian, you should turn off the live broadcast first."

"okay!"

After Cui Zijian's live broadcast was closed, Abu spoke.

"Completing Msi does not mean the end. Since the day our club was established, our goal has always been to be the champion of the global finals."

"So in the summer split two weeks later, don't relax, we will strive to create the glory of the spring split again."

"At the same time, I'm announcing an important news that all staff will be on vacation for a week!"

"Long live!!!"

"It's vacation!!!"

"Gou Kai, give me back my phone."

"You blow that bottle, and I'll give you the phone."

"That's fucking white. If you want me to die, just say so."

"Aren't all of you people from Lu province good at drinking? Didn't you brag that you can only drink white wine when you drink alcohol, and a catty of white wine is at most transparent?"

"I'm afraid that before I drink it, I belong to Lu Province, but after drinking it, Lu Province will belong to me."

After the SKT players packed their luggage, they were about to leave this frustrated place in a hurry.

There is no time to stay.

Perhaps they can stay overnight as victors.

But sadly, they are losers.

Standing in front of the French windows of the hotel, Faker could see the bustling Bund not far away.

Since the end of the game, his mind couldn't help replaying those four games.

He thought of countless ways to win, but he rejected them all in the end.

Just like what Kouma said on the return bus, if you lose, you lose, and what the loser says is an excuse.

Faker doesn't want to make excuses for his failure.

Probably because of the pride brought to him by the two world champions, he is willing to admit his failure.

Even if he loses Msi once, so what, his throne as the world's number one devil is still firmly seated. ,
"Xianghe, it's time to go." Cuoma urged.

"understood."

Under the neon lights, SKT players and staff took buses to the airport.

On a viaduct, the commercial vehicle with the EDG team logo printed on it and the SKT bus came opposite each other.

Members of the two teams did not see each other.

On the commercial vehicle, it was a carnival of a group of drunks.

On the bus, it was Faker looking out the window with the loneliness in his eyes.

"The flight to Seoul, South Korea is about to take off, please turn off your electronic devices."

"Xiang Hyuk, turn off your phone quickly, our plane is about to take off."

"After I replied to Enjing's message, she actually came to comfort me."

Faker swept away the previous haze, with a hazy juvenile joy on his face.

"Oh, I received it as a mass mailing."

"I got it too."

Wolf, who was sitting in the front, was still afraid that Faker would not believe him, so he revealed the phone chat history.

"What's the matter, Xiang Hyuk, why didn't you reply to the message?"

"Damn it, it doesn't belong to me alone, I don't want it." Faker arrogantly turned his head aside.

As the plane took off, Faker watched the city below get smaller and smaller until it was covered by clouds and mist.

"Zhengjun, I found a way to defeat EDG in the World Championship."

"Targeting on the road?" Cuoma asked tentatively.

"Yes!"

"I told you already."

"Really? Why don't I remember?"

Kouma rubbed Faker's hair and said, "You were too confident in Haocheng at that time. You thought he could withstand Jing Hao's pressure, and he could also withstand Cui Zijian's pressure. Unfortunately, you were wrong."

Early the next morning, Cui Zijian woke up with a splitting headache.

Dry mouth and throat, dreamers are in the desert.

After waking up, seeing the water beside the bed, I gulped it down.

Outside the door, it was He Zi stomping and complaining.

"I'm just a little assistant, and I almost finished my year's work last night."

"What are you doing, more than a dozen drunks, they drank all the water downstairs."

With a sound of Duang, the door was pushed open.

"Xiao Zizi, add water."

Snow-white arms protruded from the room, holding a glass in his hand.

"There's no water, there's really no water!" He Zi murmured.

"I want to add water too." Ming Kai shouted from inside the room.

Tian Ye in another room also woke up: "I'm so thirsty, I won't drink like this again."

"It is said that the beer in Brother Jian's hometown is delicious, don't you want to drink it?"

Tian Ye's dry voice sounded, begging for mercy repeatedly: "Stop saying that word, it will make me feel uncomfortable."

In the corridor, Cui Zijian pinched his waist and yelled: "No, you don't have a home, why do you come home with me every holiday?"

Kou Rou brushed his teeth, poked his head out of the dormitory and asked, "Brother Jian, when are we leaving?"

"I'm going, you big-headed ghost, you're hot!"

At this time the RNG club.

Xiangguo already knew about Ah Shui's movements in the group.

"Huzi, do you want to go to Cengfan?"

"Where did you get the food?"

"Qindao, go to the world champion's house for dinner, can you go?" Xiangguo said excitedly.

"Hey, I also heard from Ming Kai that they are going to Qindao to enjoy beer and eat gala, could it be that?" the puppy smiled meaningfully.

"I'll book tickets!" Xiangguo said.

"Take me one."

"And I!"

LGD Club.

"Wei sauce, get up quickly, the train is going to be late!" Hirano Ling knocked on the door.

"The century-old station, reborn from Nirvana, welcome to Qindao."

At the Qindao railway station on the trestle bridge, a young man came out of the train station with a suitcase.

Ah Shui was wearing sunglasses, and the sea breeze was blowing his hair at the temples.

Then find Cui Zijian's birth address according to Baidu Encyclopedia.

Hail a taxi.

"Master, go to this place."

"Brother, are you here for a trip?"

"No, I'm here for dinner."

　Thank you book friends 20180819180520910, A Prosperity into Memory, dundunaaaa for their monthly tickets.

　　Thanks to FINALVENT for the big reward.

　　It was 39 degrees last night, which was close to [-] degrees. I was dizzy when I coded in the morning. The first world champion in this book should be written better. In that state, the writing should not be very good, and the follow-up state will be better. I try to modify it.Then the state recovered a little today, and I will post this paragraph as soon as possible, and there will be daily routines later, if I don’t write [-] today, I won’t sleep!

　　PS: Qindao is Qingdao.

　　
　
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