Chapter 47 Black Sweatshirt

When I came closer, I found that everyone was looking at a person under layers of encirclement.

The man was wearing a black hooded sweatshirt. Because he sat with his back to Chu Yun and others, Chu Yun could only see a little thin back between people's heads. This physique should be a thin teenager. The one who just lost the game was a regular player of glory, called Hu Quan. Chu Yun had some impression on people, as if He played doubles in the last game with DND, but his current expression is too terrible. His face is pale and there is no blood color. What he has in his eyes is not the unwillingness of losing the game, but the eyes of losing his fighting spirit.

When Chu Yun saw those eyes, he knew that he had been frustrated. It is estimated that even tomorrow's official game will be affected.

That's why it's not appropriate to have a fierce battle before the official game, because it's too bad for vitality.

But from the side, this guy in a black sweatshirt should have done something great, otherwise, it would not have achieved such a sensational effect.

"What's the matter? Is China's e-sports at this level? Didn't it say that China won the second place in ESWC? There is another one called Chu Hanxuan or something." Suddenly, a voice rushed out of the crowd,

Chu Yun frowned. He just cared for the person who was playing the game and ignored his surroundings. He found that there were accomplices next to the original black sweatshirt. However, this person just now said strangely in Chinese. Judging from his tone, although Chu Yun did not see the true face of Lushan across the wall, he thought it should also be a A foreigner,

This sentence shocked a thousand waves for a moment, and the audience on the side reacted a lot, but no one was in a hurry to sit in the seat of the Honor team just now. After all, he was a professional player and did not win, but was abused miserably. Then he is a soy saucer, isn't it humiliating to sit down?

At this time, Chu Yun felt that someone was pulling his trousers beside him. He turned his head. Sure enough, the only one who could do such a thing was Carly, Lori. She blinked and looked at Chu Yun: "What's wrong?"

Chu Yun was teasing her and said, "Oh, it's nothing. There are just a few people like you who came to kick the hall."

Carly sniffed, frowned and defended, "I'm Chinese."

Chu Yun opened his mouth, but on second thought, Carly's Chinese is much more standard than that of the foreigner just now.

Chu Yun wanted to say something, but when Carly's father came over, she left Chu Yun and ran to see Brother Zeng to act coquettishly.

"Yun Zai, you're here."

"Brother Zeng, what's going on here?" Chu Yun asked in a hurry,

Brother Zeng first squatted down and picked up his daughter, and then said to Chu Yun, "It's interesting to say. At the beginning, I also came to the Internet cafe to walk around. As a result, I saw that there were a few people here setting up a competition here, and then the two foreigners came. The muffled boy was very powerful. He I lost a knife of RMB and asked the boy who surfed the Internet here to borrow the number, and then abused all the people in the ring. As you know, there are also other teams here to surf the Internet here. You have also seen the situation just now, hum, a nose is gray..."

Although Chu Yun did not see the process of the game, just listening to the comments of the onlookers on the side and the appearance of the Honor team members, you can guess roughly.

Now, listen to the non-standard broken gong voice and shout again: "With so many of you watching, no one dares to go up?"

"Damn, you, you are looking for death. You owe so much. Who says there is no one left? Let me deal with you."

"Forget it, the dog is left. You're not as good as me. Don't be ashamed of your three-legged cat."

"What, you look down on me."

"What's the matter? I'm not convinced. There is a kind of SOLO."

As a result, the two people who just pretended to be good men were not consistent with the outside world. Instead, they had a quarrel with their own people.

The guy in the black sweatshirt stood up from his seat. It seemed that he had no opponent and was ready to leave.

"Wait." Just as a farce ended, a voice suddenly volunteered to stop the other party.

Everyone turned their heads and couldn't help but be shocked. They found that the person who said this was actually the captain of the Xunfeng team, Liu Ye, known as the king of Solo,

On the other side, a tall foreign man stood up. It seems that he is the one who was responsible for provocation just now. The bee-colored hair is not long, but it is a natural curl. A pair of open ears, a wide nose, thick lips, and a fleshy figure is not like an e-sports person, but more like playing football, or As a bodyguard,

The man stopped in front of the black sweatshirt and looked at Liu Ye with contemptuous eyes: "What, are you the one who spoke just now?"

Liu Ye was confident and nodded indifferently: "It's me."

"Are you awesome?" I don't know whether the foreign man's personality is direct, or the form of Chinese expression he knows is just a few words, asking directly,

"Awesome." Liu Ye was not a modest person. He nodded immediately,

Chu Yun looked at it. Lu Jianfei is standing beside Liu Ye now. Chu Yun quite suspects that Liu Ye is going to fight. To a large extent, he has been provoked by Lu Jianfei. After all, as professional players, they usually do not easily show their faces in this kind of street competition. After all, it is a matter of face, and it has been stabbed out. Go, it's easy to cause trouble,

Lu Jianfei quickly noticed Chu Yun's sight, and he threw a heartfelt smile,

It seems that Liu Ye is really regarded as a gun,

But Chu Yun didn't understand that Liu Ye was actually willing to do this matter. When he heard Lu Jianfei's instructions from Lu Jianfei in the previous few games, his will to fight became quite firm.

This may be an opportunity...

If people's fighting spirit can shine like comics, I'm afraid that Liu Ye's whole body is surrounded by fighting spirit now. The strong foreigner seems to be deterred by the surging fighting spirit in Liu Ye's eyes. He turned back and said a few words to the black sweatshirt,

Chu Yun didn't hear the specific words clearly, but one thing is certain. It's not English,

"It's German." At this time, Lu Jianfei walked to the edge of Chu Yun,

Chu Yun was a little strange. He didn't expect that Lu Jianfei could understand German. It's really a real person. He was about to ask what the two were talking about, but Lu Jianfei shook his head inexplicably.

"I don't know either."

One sentence completely destroyed the high-level atmosphere just created,

Not only Chu Yun, but also Lin Ruoxi and Zhong Chuchu, who accompanied him, cast a contemptuous look at him.

Lu Jianfei couldn't laugh or cry, and quickly waved his hand: "I don't know German, but I'm sure that they just said German."

Cut, isn't it the same as what you didn't say,

However, Chu Yun didn't think so. He thought there was something in Lu Jianfei's words.

Is it possible that these two people Lu Jianfei know each other,

I didn't wait for Chu Yun to have a chance to confirm with Lu Jianfei. The black sweatshirt nodded under the strong man's question. Chu Yun finally saw his face, wearing a mask, only a pair of bright eyes.

Chu Yun knew that there were many sandstorms in Beijing, and wearing a mask was also a habit, but he didn't wear it all the time indoors. Chu Yun's heart suddenly became lively. Looking at Lu Jianfei's smiling and reserved expression, maybe this man is really a celebrity,

It wasn't long before Liu Ye sat on the opponent's table of the black sweatshirt competition.