Today's commentary trio came up to say hello to everyone. After reading the advertisement, they went straight to the topic: "Today is the last month of the entire league, and it is also the penultimate week of the game. It is very important."
"Yes, not only the championship, but also the quota for the World Championship." After hearing Shiba's words, he nodded his head and said, "Hey, today's game must be good. Many teams The hidden big move should be released at this time."
"As far as I know, some teams have already prepared for today, hey" Xiaotong added with a smile: "Let me tell you, I chatted with some teams in the afternoon, and they Get ready to do something today."
"Some teams? Which ones are they?"
"How can I tell you this." Xiaotong smiled and continued: "Let's put it this way, it is a relatively high-ranked team."
"You said it, it's the same as if you didn't say it." Fortunately, he clapped his hands and said, "Just tell us directly, does Yishui have a big move today?"
"I really don't know about this." Xiaotong shook his head: "Everyone knows, Wei Yishui, this ly this person, is very intelligent."
"Hahaha I found out that you are just messing around."
After everyone laughed, Shiba said, "However, it can be seen from the training match in the afternoon that everyone is still in good condition."
"Yes, especially for some lower-ranked teams, the mental state shown in the training match in the afternoon is quite good. If the teams ahead of them are not careful, they may be overtaken."
"Yes, in the last month, everyone raised their spirits."
In fact, this is just a verbal greeting from the commentators. Now, even ordinary viewers know that whoever takes the results of the training match seriously is a fool.
Just look at se7en for details. If you look at this team by the standards of the training match, they may not even be considered third-rate, but the current situation is that they are the only team in the world. It is unique.
"Speaking of se7en, we have a pre-match interview about Wei Yishui, let's take a look."
After Shiba finished speaking, Wei Yishui appeared as soon as the camera turned:
"The champion of this competition? No confidence, no confidence at all.
It's not that you don't know how many fierce men there are, they can't beat them, they can't beat them at all.
We are now looking forward to this group of people being able to raise their hands high, so that we can safely secure fifth place and a place in the breakout competition, and we are very satisfied.
It's not low-key, it's really invincible, my tactics have been completely seen through by them.
Not much else to say, light abuse, light abuse, okay.
A former champion?
That's all good luck, not worth mentioning, not worth mentioning. "
The interview video ends here.
Seeing countless audiences, it was a dumbfounding:
"Is this serious?"
"There is no one left to talk about this nonsense."
"Look, is this a human language?"
"Wei Yishui, sooner or later he will kill himself."
"Maybe what Wei Yishui said is true? I haven't seen anything new from se7en for a long time."
"Is that so? That's not necessary. It's really a critical moment. You are optimistic."
"Come on, there is an honest man here, let's bully him quickly."
The commentary room is also full of chicken feathers.
"I suggest." Shiba took the lead: "In the future, don't let Wei Yishui come to interview such things. This guy is here to confuse the public."
"Hey." Fortunately, I heard the words and nodded: "Look, look, is this what people say? Champions are always lucky, why am I not so lucky?"
"You're pretty lucky, why don't you just sit in the commentary room."
Hearing Xiaotong's words, he laughed: "Are you sure it's luck? If I wasn't here today, I wouldn't have to listen to Wei Yishui's "human talk". My luck is really good. "
"You're right, it's like you don't watch the game when you are at home." Xiaotong retorted with a smile: "Besides, this is not the first time, even if you quit the commentary world completely, as long as you are still online, I might see Wei Yishui's "People" in any corner.??"
"I can't hide, can I?"
"Haha Who called him Wei Yishui."
It's not terrible to speak dirty words, and it's nothing great to say dirty words in a serious manner. The most annoying thing is that this person's dirty words have a cheap and pretentious air, which makes people very uncomfortable.
And Wei Yishui happens to have this ability.
After the three commentators complained about Wei Yishui, the scene finally opened slowly, and many players began to enter the field.
"Are the contestants a little different today?"
"Ah?" Hearing Shiba's words, Xiaotong was stunned for a moment: "What's wrong? What's different?"
"The mental outlook is different, isn't it?" Fortunately, I was stunned for a moment, and justified myself: "Indeed, it's the last month, and everyone's mental state is indeed different."
"That's not the only thing I'm talking about." Shiba shook his head, and then said, "This is also a lot of clothes."
"Forehead"
Fortunately, Xiaotong and Xiaotong were dumbfounded when these words came out.
They are not idiots, how can they not hear that Shiba is mocking the home court.
Speaking of which, it's not just the players, the commentators came in and talked about this issue in private. Today's home court is indeed extremely cold. No, they all came up wearing a jacket at least, especially Xiaotong. The dress inside didn't match at all, and it was also found by the organizing committee temporarily.
However, complaints in private and complaints in such formal occasions are completely different concepts.
Eighteen is not the commentator who signed the contract there, so they can speak more freely, but they are different. If one is not good, it will affect the job. This is not a joke.
So, the two of them could only agree with each other happily, and Shiba immediately realized his problem. He just liked to have sex, and he didn't have much thought. After realizing that the occasion was inappropriate, he quickly changed the subject.
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