There are some languages ​​that you don't need to be deliberately understood, because when they say them, there will be a contempt that is not directed at individuals or even the entire race.

And this kind of contempt is only when you live in the country that you can never feel. Only by leaving this country can you understand what important belongings and beliefs are yellow people, Chinese people, and Chinese people.

Faced with Philip's attack, Feng Li felt like he was thunderous.

Could it be that a few years ago he was like this, a garbage that could not survive in his own country and would not survive in his country?

When he played TAR, he also represented the Chinese national team to confront other countries. At that time, Philip didn't know which farm to play Little Overlord.

Watching Philip walking into the arena with Pinghua in his arms, Feng Li hated himself very much at this moment, hating why he did not stick to the path of e-sports. If he persisted, he would represent this country and step on Philip's bastard's stuff over and over again.

"Old Yan, I beg you something." Feng Li turned around and said to King Yan with a firm determination.

King Yama looked at him and even felt something spinning in the eyes of this man who had fallen to the bottom.

"You said." King Yama nodded.

"Help me convey to your friend who is playing games, you must be fucking Australia to be beaten so badly that he can't even raise his head," Feng Li said fiercely.

King Yama looked at Feng Li. In fact, if Feng Li had not given up on e-sports, he might have said this to himself.

However, there is too much difference between Chinese e-sports and foreign e-sports. I don’t know how many e-sports players like Feng Li can’t maintain their most basic life because of the bonus.

Just the day before yesterday, King Yama felt that he had no common language with Feng Li. That was because Feng Li had changed and he had no edges or corners. It seemed that as long as he could make money abroad and go home, all the backbone, dignity, and unwilling things when he was young could be thrown away.

Now, after suffering such an insult, Feng Li is still powerless. He can only use this method to vent his emotions and place the last little dignity on his own country's team to stomp the arrogant Philip...

But King Yama was moved from the bottom of Feng Li's last little oath of dignity.

King Yama never considered the level of the country before. Now he understands very well that in the eyes of foreigners, 80% of Chinese people exist like Feng Li, who exists like garbage at the bottom of their society. If Chinese competitions like this cannot show a little bit of what can be respected by foreigners, then how will Chinese people living abroad be discriminated against without mercy?

E-sports is only a very, very small part of the national deterrence, but it still represents a capability.

"No need to tell me, he has heard it." King Yama patted Feng Li's thin shoulder.

Without saying a word, King Yama handed a guest card to Feng Li, who was covering his face and trying to cry, and slowly walked into the arena.

Feng Li needs to calm down for a while, and also needs to force his tears of being trampled back in such public places. King Yama did not comfort him too much. He just wanted Feng Li to understand that our Chinese e-sports is no longer as cowardly as before. At least he can have an absolute dominance in Australia. Just watch it carefully.

The atmosphere at the venue was still hot.

Australia also attaches great importance to e-sports, and it can be seen that players respect professional players in a very different way.

King Yama walked to the backstage, slowly took off the coat on his body, revealing the white uniform intertwined with flames. The tattoo of flames is spread all over the back, arms and chest. King Yama himself is burly and cold. Against the backdrop of this unique uniform of the Chinese e-sports team, he looked stern.

A player is frivolous, immature, sophisticated, and powerful. It can often be seen from their expression that the frivolity and arrogance on the face of Australian mid laner Philip formed a clear contrast with the calmness and seriousness of Chinese mid laner Yan Luo Wang.

King Yan Luo played more world-class games than Yu Luosheng. In terms of experience, few people in China are better than him. Unfortunately, he is a person with a bad career. In all competitions, the team he led will die early.

Mind, stress, burden, desire

Just like a unique group of people in the class, they always study very hard and hard, and often make other students feel ashamed of themselves, but their grades are very average every time they take the exam...

This kind of person attaches too much importance to exams. Every day under the pressure of struggle, exams have become the only thing that proves their struggle. The more you want to get good exams, the more mediocre your grades will be, and you are even worse than some students who are studying for the exam...

King Yama is so like this. His hard work and hard work are obvious to all in the entire e-sports circle. His personal strength is excellent, mature and stable. He is the strongest king group in China who has dominated the top spot for the longest time. Then his performance in the competition is always unsatisfactory. The only reason is that as Li Tuchuan said, the expectations, pressure and load are too huge.

"Captain." King Juguan stood up, wondering where King Yama had just gone.

Yu Luosheng and Xie Lianda are not in the team, and King Yan Luo is now temporarily serving as the captain of the Chinese e-sports team.

"Are you ready?" King Yama glanced at everyone.

"Of course, you can open fire at any time." Emperor Song stood up with excitement.

"Listen, today I will trample Australia to death," King Yama said fiercely.

"Parassive, just wait for your words." Xiaowang also stood up suddenly.

As soon as everyone took off their coats, they all revealed their uniforms intertwined with white and flames, and they looked like the white fighter had burned with blazing flames all over their bodies.

The lounges are all glass compartments, and the lounges of Chinese players can be clearly seen in Australia.

In the Australian lounge, Pinghua, with curly hair, was poking her head. When she saw King Yama, her face was immediately filled with surprise.

Pinghua also knows King Yan Luo. After all, everyone is a fellow villager. Originally, she thought King Yan Luo was convinced by Feng Li's sweet words and went to Australia to work cheap work. What Pinghua didn't expect was that King Yan Luo was actually wearing the uniform of the Chinese national team.

"Phillip, where have you been?" Australian coach Moji cursed with some anger.

"I'll pick up my girlfriend." Philip didn't dare to feel disrespectful in front of his coach Moji, and answered honestly.

Coach Moji didn't even look at Pinghua. In the coach's opinion, this was just a temporary toy for his team members. What made the coach dissatisfied was that Philip was so stupid that he even brought people to the players' lounge. If it weren't for not making Philip ugly, Coach Moji would directly bombard the irrelevant woman.

"This is a national competition, not a small fight. Can you focus seriously?" Australian coach Moji taught a lesson.

"I get it, coach, I will take care of it," Philip said.

"Did you see that cold-faced Chinese man?" Australian coach Moji pointed to the lounge on the Chinese team.

"See." Philip took a look and found that it was the Chinese mouse standing next to Feng Li.

"He is King of Yan Luo. Now the captain of the Chinese team and your mid lane opponent. I told you before that this player is strong and experienced. You have to play me anyway. Do you know?" Coach Moji knows very well what Philip's personality is. A typical player with a bad mentality against the wind and a bad attitude towards the wind. If it weren't for the operation, Moji would have considered changing to the mid lane.

"Is this guy the captain of the Chinese team?" Pinghua, who was sitting behind, was stunned.

"What, do you have any questions?" coach Moji asked coldly.

"No...no." Pinghua shook her head, but her eyes were full of disbelief.

Oh my God, isn’t this guy a young man who spends all day playing video games in Internet cafes like Feng Li? Pinghua thought that Feng Li would get rid of these ignorant things after he went abroad.

However, a few years have passed, and this young man who seems to be very unpromising in his opinion has transformed himself into the captain of the Chinese national e-sports team...

Australia attaches great importance to the development of e-sports, and the government is supporting it vigorously. The respect that professional players receive is incomparable to other traditional professions, especially now the emergence of Olympic events.

Pinghua never thought that a person like King Yan, who was born in the same origin and was also incompetent as Feng Li, would transform himself into a member of the national team.

Oh my God, he didn't hear all the words Philip said just now???

I am so stupid, how could I forget that Feng Li’s former friends were all e-sports experts, and that such a great person really emerged

From the repeated emphasis of coach Moji, we can see how afraid of the Australian national team coach is of the player Yan Luo Wang.

"Player please prepare"

At this time, the staff shouted outside the door.

The host has finished warming up the game, and the next step is the contestants' appearance

As a strong team and a visiting team, the Chinese team took the lead in home court in Australia this time

The team leader, five players, translator, united front all have white and flame-colored uniforms, familiar yellow skin, black eyes, black standing on the gorgeous stage, which immediately attracted countless Chinese brothers in the audience to cheer.

The many Chinese people like Feng Li who have been resentful in other countries are so excited and loudly shouting. At this time, these five team members are their greatest spiritual support for this guy to be proud of.
Chapter completed!