The eSports King’s Crush

  Chapter 1670 is optimistic!

"what!?"

  Han Junxi jumped up in disbelief and looked at the screen.

  ZAI has been killed.

  The light fell, and Mo Bei, who was walking in front of the computer, took off his headset.

  Han Junxi turned his head to look at ZAI.

  ZAI sat there and didn't even move, he was looking at his hand.

  Han Junxi couldn't react a little.

  Only Ye Bing opened the door of the practice room and walked in, whispering: "Save this game replay."

  ZAI only then took action, and his eyes were shining: "Captain! Did you see it! That knife back! How did she do it, bey! I don’t seem to have used this trick before!"

   Ye Bing gave a "um" and didn't say anything else.

  ZAI’s state is undoubtedly excited: "One more game, this time I can definitely avoid it!"

   "Yes." Mo Bei put on the headphones again, his face was still as clear as ever, without the slightest wave of waves.

  Instead, Han Junxi shouted: "No! ZAI! Come out!"

  They came to explore the bottom of bey instead of being probed by the other party.

  This 1V1 game made him have to guard, what kind of player is bey, in such a short time, he broke ZAI's move and even carried out an anti-kill!

  Han Junxi narrowed his eyes, before he even thought about it.

  Zhao Sanpang’s hand was placed on his shoulder again: "I said, Lao Han, in terms of calculations, you and I are inferior to Qin's mind, right?"

  Han Joon Seok smirked silently, so what?

   "You probably don't know." Zhao Sanpang lowered his voice: "I have a secret, I have hidden it for a long time. I didn't intend to tell it. Seeing you are so curious, I will tell you."

curious? Where did he show his curiosity! Han Junxi really wanted to cover his ears. Based on his experience, it was definitely not a good thing.

How could Zhao Sanpang give him a chance not to listen: "That person Qin Xinji, you never saw anyone close to the little **** before, so it's impossible for him to let the little **** do his best for teaching the apprentice. We North, although we are the apprentices of Little Spades, we have the same ruthless play style as her master, but Qin Xinji taught this calculation. Strictly speaking, Little Spades just cheered on the side, and North Real What's great is her calculation."

   When Zhao Sanpang said his last sentence.

  Han Junxi’s expression is already very difficult to read. The corners of his mouth are twitching, but he has to keep smiling: "That is indeed, I didn't guess."

Zhao Sanpang slapped him again: "Hurt, I didn't guess it at the beginning. I won't know if I have to beat or beat him. You will insult him in the first blood, Old Han, don't mention it again, Fatty I'm afraid you will be embarrassed."

  Han Junxi took a deep breath, and adjusted quickly: “It seems that what bey needs to understand is much more than that. I hope that today’s game will allow us to fully understand what gaps remain.”

  Zhao Sanpang raised his eyebrows.

  Of course you know what the opponent’s routine is.

  Back then, they couldn’t wait to get a technical team to do their research inside and out.

  It's too much when it comes to small facial paralysis.

   "ZAI, let's change!" Han Junxi smiled maliciously: "Let your younger generations adapt to the operation of God Bey."

  This means that the second team is about to go.

   Angrily wanted to bite someone: "This is just trying my brother's bottom!"

  Mo Bei raised her eyes, her eyes were as thorough as ever. Faced with Han Junxi’s strategy, she never changed much. She only changed her posture, with her left hand hanging down to one side, looking at the teammates outside the door: "You look forward to it."

  (End of this chapter)