Once the result of the No. 3 sign is released, the number of the note number in the last small ball is not important.

The back team draws 4.

The sign number of the Wangting Team is 3.

The sign number of the booster team is 1.

Then the grouping results of the semi-finals of the semifinals have come out. The remaining number of the small ball in the captain of the championship Ghost Team of the provincial championship area must be 2, and they will directly fight against the No. 1 cheering team.

The remaining two teams, No. 3 and No. 4, also have to have another semi-final showdown.

Back Team vs Royal Court Team!

At this moment when the answer was clear, all the players and audiences who came to their senses were boiling!

The applause, cheers and screams, and the sensational reaction almost overturned the ceiling of the entire competition venue!

The previous entangled mentality disappeared at this moment, and the players and audiences at the scene only know one thing-

They have been concerned about the battle between the two factions of the Imperial City and the Demon City that they have been worried about for so long. The two teams currently recognized as the strongest in the selection competition will soon start a peak competition in the semi-finals!!

As the audience, they will also see the most exciting showdown!!

Damn, beating early and later... don't you all want to beating?

That's the best!

It's straightforward enough!!

...

Off the stage, Wang Ting’s team.

Looking at the No. 3 sign held by his captain on the stage, several team members looked at each other and smiled bitterly:

"I'll still have to meet..."

The archer took a deep breath: "Damn, why do you feel so nervous?"

The jungler prime minister sneered: "Come early and come late, we will come after all. Let us let the back team see who is the strongest team in this lspl trial competition!"

The auxiliary crusader gritted his teeth and turned fierce: "Damn it, Lao Gong and I have just started the bottom lane this time!"

The top-lane Royal Guard's eyes flashed: "The potato they top-lane... I won't let him take a little advantage online!"

For a time, the royal court team, which represented the strongest level in the imperial capital, burst out with unprecedented fighting spirit and fighting spirit.

Anyway, I can't hide, and there will be a battle in the end.

Then let’s have a good fight!

At the same time, the atmosphere on the back team is similar.

"Oh! My fighting spirit is starting to burn!"

Potato lifted his sleeves and waved his arms seriously.

Qiao Xinwu smiled: "It's better to meet earlier. If you win the Wangting team, you will basically announce your entry into the lspl."

The electric magnetic rod smiled and said, "What is lspl? It's just a springboard - let's go back and we have to enter the lpl league in one go."

Jiang Ran didn't say anything, but the flames of fighting spirit burning like a substance in his eyes could tell everything.

...

Also on the side of the back team, Qi Wu, who was originally standing with a few people, quietly retreated to the corner beside him after seeing the final result of the lottery, then picked up his cell phone and dialed a number.

Dou-Dou-Dou-Dou-

The phone is connected.

"Hey, Brother Zhao?" Qi Wu lowered his voice.

Zhao Haisong's voice came from the other end of the phone: "Awu? Aren't you with the back team and the others? How did you play in the quarterfinals today?"

As soon as I came up, I directly asked about the situation of the battle, and it was obvious that Zhao Haisong was also very concerned about this matter.

Qi Wu laughed: "Is there any need to say that the quarterfinals? I won the three to zero directly!"

Zhao Haisong was surprised: "It's three to zero again? I'm doing a pretty job! I'll wait for you to come back from the imperial capital, Brother Zhao will welcome you!"

Qi Wu lowered his voice again and said, "Don't talk about this now. The group draw of the semi-finals just now has come out..."

Zhao Haisong heard the subtle changes in Qi Wu's tone and immediately reacted: "Why, is there something wrong with the lottery draw?"

Qi Wu shook his head repeatedly: "There is nothing wrong, it's either an unexpected problem, or... our back team, in the semi-finals, is in the same group as the Royal Court team."

Suddenly, the sound on the other end of the phone was quiet for a moment.

Then, Zhao Haisong's voice rang again: "That royal court team in the imperial capital?"

Qi Wu nodded: "Yes."

Zhao Haisong repeatedly confirmed: "Which royal court sponsored by Zhike's title?"

Qi Wu had no choice but to: "Other way, which one could it be..."

Zhao Haisong's voice paused on the other end of the phone, and then continued: "Okay, I understand. You ask the back team Lin Xiao and the others to continue to cheer. It is only one step away from advancing to lspl. This battle must be won."

In the last sentence, Zhao Haisong also emphasized his tone.

Qi Wu nodded vigorously: "Don't worry, Brother Zhao! You'll wait for good news then!"

...

S City, Scorpio Group Headquarters.

Zhao Haisong in the office hung up the phone, then stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window and pondered quietly for a while, with a light flashing slightly in his eyes.

Then, as if he had made some decision, he strode out of his office.

The 37th floor of the group headquarters, the vice president's office.

The deputy general secretary at the office door saw Zhao Haisong walking quickly out of the elevator, and quickly stood up: "President Zhao."

Nodding at the secretary, Zhao Haisong asked, "Is Mr. Mu inside?"

The secretary nodded: "Here, Mr. Mu should be fine now. Is there anything wrong with Mr. Zhao?"

Zhao Haisong nodded: "Well, I'll go in and talk."

Then he walked to the office door, took a breath to calm down, and reached out to knock on the door.

Then an old and breathless voice came from the door:

"Come in."

Zhao Haisong pushed the door open and entered.

The area in the vice president's office is not large. There is a desk and a few potted plants. There is a painting with the word "Falcon" hanging on the wall. The decoration is simple but not without its majestic atmosphere. When you enter the door, you give people a solemn and depressing feeling.

Zhao Haisong stood up straight subconsciously, then looked at the old man sitting at the desk:

"Mr. Mu."

The old man was about sixty years old, wearing a pair of simple and simple wooden glasses. Hearing Zhao Haisong's voice, he raised his head, held his glasses and looked faintly:

"Haisong, is there anything wrong?"

The tone was calm and the expression was calm, but it made people subconsciously feel the majesty of the old man without anger.

Zhao Haisong nodded and said truthfully: "Well, it's about the group's previous investment and sponsorship of professional e-sports teams--"

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Chapter completed!