FOG [e-sport]

Chapter 48

Shi Luo had actually been expecting NSN's loss to Sacred Sword.

It was true that NSN has changed to a more powerful sniper this year, but Saint's sniper wasn't weak either. Comparing the two, NSN didn't have any exceptional advantage over Saint.

Last year's domestic champion Team Saint was defeated 2-0. It was only normal for NSN to be defeated by Sacred Sword.

Not to mention, Wawa wasn't as skilled as Angel Sword.

Shi Luo typed and replied to Wawa.

[Evil]: [How many times were you cycled?]

[Awa]: [*Shaking all over*...In the second game, 21 deaths! ]

[Evil]: [That's not bad. You still haven't broken my record. ]

[Awa]: [Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah I hate it! Why am I not an assassin-type medic! ]

[Awa]: [If I were like Yu Shen, I could have at least killed them once or twice, instead of just being beaten over and over!]

Shi Luo typed.

[Evil]: [No need to study Whisper. His style of play isn't suitable for you. Your milktank play is pretty good. It just as good as the other medics'.]

[Awa]: [But milktanks can't kill!]

[Awa]: [Shi Ge, do you know how dirty they play?! ]

[Awa]: [One time we winded up face to face. It was three on three. We staked it all but we still couldn't beat them. But that's not the problem!!!]

[Awa]: [Sacred Sword killed out two strikers and when I was the only one left they didn't kill me! ! ! Shooting left, shooting right, they deliberately missed and had me run away by myself! ! ! ]

[Awa]: [Are they teasing a dog? ! ! ! ]

Shi Luo frowned. He hadn't encountered Sacred Sword in two years. After their reorganization, Sacred Sword's style became more and more disgusting.

What kind of sick joke was that?

[Evil]: [How many to how many?]

[Awa]: [......]

[Awa]: [Same, 2-0. ]

[Awa]: [I feel like I'm gonna explode from how angry I am, but...I can't tell you the details. ]

[Evil]: [I understand. I didn't want to ask either.]

[Awa]: [There are only two choices before me now. ]

[Awa]: [One way is to switch to a striker, sleep on brushwood and taste gall, lie low and bide my time.]

[Awa]: [The second choice...is to add another hour to my daily training T0T.]

[Evil]: [Then you're going to have to make sure you get some rest. Strike the proper balance between work and rest.]

[Awa]: [55555...You're not a good friend. I'm going to go look for Angel Sword Gege to cry.]

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"He obviously isn't," Puppy said lazily, "Look at his computer screen, he hasn't even queued up."

Shi Luo looked up, expressionless. "NSN has finished their practice match."