mousepad-d2 Chapter 90, the elimination rounds begin! [Seeking first-time subscriptions and monthly votes!]
Chapter 90, the elimination rounds begin! [Seeking first-time subscriptions and monthly votes!]
Chapter 92, the elimination rounds begin! [Seeking first-time subscriptions and monthly votes!]
"Young Master Huan!?"
Upon hearing this, Sun Yalong's eyes widened in surprise.
However, just as he was about to utter another curse, he heard the man on the other end of the phone speak again.
"Dragon, keep barking like a dog, and I'll take that as another time to cheer you on."
"Fuck your mother!" Sun Yalong cursed.
"Yes, that's it. It's this kind of anger that satisfies me and gives me a sense of accomplishment!"
I'm busy now, so I won't bother you any longer!
"By the way, I have to say, even though you don't have much hair, you have pretty good taste."
It's really moisturizing!!!
"Fuck you—"
Before Sun Yalong could finish speaking, the phone call was disconnected.
Only the constant dial tone kept reminding him that the call he had just made was not a dream, but that everything had actually happened.
"Grass!!!"
Unable to vent his anger, Sun Yalong, trembling with rage, slammed his phone onto the ground.
It should be noted that although Sun Yalong has now divorced Huihui, the two no longer have any relationship.
But no matter what, she's still his ex-wife!
As the saying goes, an ex-wife is still a wife, how could Sun Yalong possibly accept this!?
Not to mention, the other party just blatantly told me that they came specifically to deliver a hat to me!
How could Sun Yalong possibly accept such a humiliation, which is the most intolerable thing for a man?!
He had always heard that Huan Xiaojiang's group was a hundred times more disgusting than the dog-like cult.
But now it seems that this is far more than a hundred times, a thousand times, or even ten thousand times!
"What are you doing?"
Hearing the commotion, Jessica walked over and couldn't help but ask a question.
Seeing that Sun Yalong's face was flushed and that he was bald, looking like a boiled egg, he asked with concern.
Who called you just now?
Faced with his good friend's concern, Sun Yalong took a deep breath, suppressed his anger, and slowly spoke.
"It's okay, let's continue the live stream."
As he spoke, Sun Yalong walked to his seat.
As you can see, Sun Yalong's live stream is now completely filled with comments from Zombie, Huan Xiaojiang, and Leziren.
What?!
You're asking why the streamer doesn't have any fans of their own?
What kind of decent person would support someone like that?!
If you're a fan of this kind of person, and you go out and argue with someone, and they say something like, "My master is an S-level champion, what kind of champion is your master?", you can't exactly say, "My master is being cheated on, can you?"
If someone else said, "You like cuckolds so much, I wish you'd end up being cuckolded like him," wouldn't you just explode?!
So Green Hat Dragon's live stream is basically full of casual viewers and people who just want to have fun!
[The "Green Hat Dragon" is getting more and more disgusting; now all he can do is piggyback on this kind of low-quality traffic!]
【Little Huan, I know you're in a hurry, but don't rush. Wait until your master gets a beating from Brother Shai before you panic!】
【It's unbelievable that all sorts of monsters and demons dare to try and piggyback on my Huan-ge's popularity! Where is Huan-ge? Get rid of this cuckolded dragon!】
[Rumor has it that Goujian was able to endure hardship and humiliation because he was inspired by the story of the cuckolded dragon!]
This is not gossip, it's the truth!
[Fun fact: Even if Wu Dalang felt very aggrieved, he did not let Pan Jinlian use his money to support Ximen Qing!]
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Wu Dalang: This life has been too miserable. I must be a rich man in my next life!
King Yama: Go! In your next life, you'll definitely make a fortune with ease!
Sun Yalong: ? ? ?
Looking at the constantly scrolling comments in the live stream, people kept spamming "green dragon" or even sending a green dragon emoji. Plus, Huan Xiaojiang had just used his ultimate skill at close range.
This infuriated Sun Yalong!
"I'll fucking cheat on you, you bunch of keyboard warriors!!!"
Seeing Sun Yalong suddenly go berserk, Sika was dumbfounded.
What's going on?
How come he suddenly became a different person after answering that phone call!
He wanted to pull Sun Yalong back and tell him not to be impulsive. Today was a great day for their kind of live stream, and they could easily rake in a lot of traffic.
Unfortunately, before he could take any action, his live stream was shut down.
Although Sun Yalong's live stream was moved, the online battle between T1 and IG was so intense that it never stopped.
On various platforms, videos of T1 vs. IG easily garner thousands of comments.
The comments section is filled with a unique charm of language!
finally----
In this grand pre-match verbal battle, the time for the match was quietly approaching.
T1 Match Room.
Seeing Lee Sang-hyeok's solemn expression, Lee Doo-hwan smiled and reached out to pat him on the shoulder.
"Sang-hyeok, relax. It's just a small game against IG, no need to be so nervous."
"I'm not nervous," Lee Sang-hyeok said slowly. "I'm just a little excited because I'm thinking about the match later."
"Sang-hyeok, there are some things you can just say directly, I won't laugh at you."
"What did you say?"
"You said you're taking this so seriously because you want to help me get revenge."
Upon hearing this, Lee Sang-hyeok rolled his eyes, but didn't say anything more.
"Big brother, just watch my show in a minute. I'll take down the enemy's second bottom lane tower in ten minutes!"
At this moment, Gu Shengbin, who was standing next to him, also patted his chest and made a solemn promise.
"Those damn IG fans dare to look down on me! I'm going to show them what real cruelty is!!!"
Perhaps because of the large movement, a piece of paper slipped out of his shirt pocket.
Upon seeing this, Gu Shengbin reacted quickly, bending down to pick up the mental evaluation certificate and then stuffing it back into his pocket.
"No, why do you carry this thing with you?" Lee Doo-hwan asked curiously.
"I was just afraid someone would find out I left it in the dorm!" Gu Shengbin scratched his head awkwardly.
Although he felt that there was absolutely nothing wrong with his mind, this certificate was really making him feel uncomfortable.
I don't have a mental illness, but they still issued me a mental illness certificate. Who can stand that?
"you----"
Looking at Gu Shengbin's face, which was full of rejection, Lee Doo-hwan was momentarily at a loss for words.
"Shengbin, you're really confused. This is a good thing."
"This is good stuff, don't you know what I mean?!"
Although that's what he said, seeing Gu Shengbin's refusal, he could only sigh in frustration.
About half an hour later.
Everything is ready.
Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.
However, just as Lee Doo-hwan sat down in his seat, his phone suddenly vibrated in his pocket.
He casually took it out and glanced at it, only to find that Sect Leader An had sent him a message.
There was nothing else, just an exceptionally domineering statement.
"Lee Doo-hwan, I'm watching your match. You absolutely mustn't lose and embarrass the LCK!!!"
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