Chapter 335 My Heart Hurts

Time goes back to two minutes before the start of the war.

In the East China Military Region, the General Staff organized a game watching as usual.

In the office, the atmosphere of watching the game was tense and enthusiastic.

Zhong Lan held her mobile phone tightly and opened WeChat to shake it.

I don’t know what’s going on with my brother’s fan club. Maybe it was done by Brother Cake. Anyway, today’s prizes are so good.

As long as my brother plays in the game, the reward is triple crit!

Luxury camping RV!

Poseidon luxury yacht!

Harley Wolverine motorcycle Storm Emperor Limited Edition!

Million cash red envelopes!

All of these will be tripled!

Mine, mine, all mine!

Must shake it!

Zhong Lan clenched her fists and suddenly found that a group of uncles in the General Staff were all looking at her, their eyes seemed to be glowing red, which was scary.

Zhong Lan was startled and couldn’t help saying, "You 8 want to look at me, take out your mobile phone and shake it yourself!"

Chief of Staff Lu Jianlin had already opened WeChat and sighed in his heart.

What kind of shake-and-shake activity is this? It's obviously a shady operation.

Today, it seems that all the luxury prizes were taken away by Zhong Lan.

Forget about the camping car and the yacht, the maintenance cost is too high. But that Harley motorcycle is really awesome!

The ultimate romance for men, limited edition, everyone is jealous!

Not to mention Lu Jianlin, everyone in the staff wants to shake it!

The little sister has a Navigator luxury car, why does she need a Harley motorcycle?

With her body, how can she control the motorcycle? !

Why not wait until she shakes it and ask her to buy it.

Anyway, it's a triple crit, there are three!

Lu Jianlin thought the above plan was very feasible. After thinking for a while, he smiled and said to Zhong Lan, "Zhong Lan, Uncle Lu, can you make a deal with me?"

Zhong Lan asked in confusion, "What deal?"

Lu Jianlin smiled and said, "When you get a motorcycle, can you sell one to me? What do you want three for? Two is enough! One for you and your brother. Oh, you can also ask your brother to take you, one is enough!"

What the hell?

A group of people despised him to the extreme.

Old Lu, how much do you plan to spend on it?

That car is limited to sale worldwide. I guess only the little sister doesn't know how precious it is!

If she is willing to sell it, they will immediately start the auction mode and will never let Old Lu take advantage of the little sister.

Zhong Lan thought about it and whispered, "It's not certain that I can win it. Even if I win it, it will be my brother's. I will use his ID card to claim the prize. You have to discuss it with him!"

Lu Jianlin kept a smile on his face and admired him in his heart.

This kid is so smart. Knowing that so many people want a motorcycle, he simply threw the problem to his brother!

He said just two sentences and was distracted for a while. In the live broadcast, the referee announced loudly: "The game is over! The winner is Zhong Yuan from Chengying College!"

Click!

The phone fell to the ground.

It's over?

Didn't it just start?

Zhong Lan's heart was broken, and she forgot to breathe.

After holding it for five seconds, her face turned red and she picked up the phone angrily.

Brother! You are too much! Can't you play for a while longer?

The phone is of excellent quality. It didn't break at all after falling. So Zhong Lan started to call her brother.

The group of staff beside her were also stunned.

Zhong Yuan ended the battle so quickly that he didn't even have time to shake it. He set the fastest record in the history of the league, right?

I don't know how many streets ahead of the record of more than 20 seconds of the young marshal!

Forget about Feng Qing. He is actually from the North China Military Region and won in an ignoble way.

And Zhong Yuan is a native of Shangdong! He defeated his opponent in one move!

So, the fastest record in the league belongs to our East China Military Region!

What a glorious and honorable thing this is!

Everyone in the General Staff was ecstatic, high-fiving each other and not thinking about the motorcycle at all.

Lu Jianlin saw Zhong Lan dialing and couldn't help but asked with a smile, "Are you calling your brother?"

Zhong Lan stared and said loudly, "My brother's old problem has come back! Last time he was beaten by just moving his hair, this time it's even worse! I want to tell him that he will play for at least half an hour in the future, and he will stop after I shake the prize! Woohoo! My heart hurts so much, triple crit!"

Lu Jianlin was stunned.

I'm going to die! You actually want Zhong Yuan to play for half an hour?

Who are you trying to torture?

The little sister seemed to be making trouble for no reason, but for some reason, I didn't want to stop her...

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A battle that will go down in history, and the post-match judgment will definitely not be avoided.

The biggest crisis for anchor Tao Ranran has arrived.

Her knowledge reserves are not as good as Cheng Yun, and her commentary experience is not rich enough.

Taking advantage of the commercial time, the director quickly made the replay.

Tao Ranran watched it in advance and wanted to go home on the spot.

Two seconds! These two seconds are simply killing the commentator!

She looked at Cui Qusheng with desperate eyes.

The meaning of the eyes: Master, I can't figure it out, help!

Cui Qusheng's eyelids jumped, thinking: I am just a special guest, not a host!

When the commentary can't come out, just talk about other topics, such as congratulating the players on their victory, talking about other things, and waiting for the expert group's judgment, isn't it?

And the cameraman was too outrageous, the camera was staring at Zhong Yuan's face! I didn't see what happened in those two seconds!

However, Tao Ranran was already at a loss. Facing the camera, she couldn't say a word, for fear of saying something wrong.

Cui Qusheng had no choice but to bite the bullet and take over her duties, saying to the camera, "Congratulations to Zhong Yuan for defeating his opponent and advancing to the next round of the individual competition."

If Cheng Yun was here, she would definitely tease the referee who did a backflip.

Unfortunately, Cui Qusheng is a tactical expert and must remain serious, so he had to continue to say seriously, "Now, let's watch a slow replay first."

What's so good about two seconds?

Obviously, the trash talk segment is more exciting.

However, Cui Qusheng's level is extremely high. He can't judge Zhong Yuan's situation, but he can talk about

Fang Xuan's actions.

"Less than a second after the start, Fang Xuan released the wide-area ability of the ice field. We can clearly see that because of the frost, Zhong Yuan's black hair looks like white hair."

"Usually Fang Xuan will cooperate with Frost and Snow Prayer Dance and Snow Flower to strengthen the field strength. Therefore, the temperature in the field should be around minus 20 degrees at that time!"

The director looked at Cui Qusheng, the king of rescue, with gratitude, and immediately cooperated with him to cut into a temperature monitoring screen.

It was minus 24 degrees!

Cui Qusheng said, "In such an environment, it is difficult to exert full strength without the blessing of rejuvenation. Zhong Yuan stood still throughout the whole process, but still killed the opponent in seconds."

"Fang Xuan was knocked out of the field before she could even shape her best ice wall defense. This shows that Zhong Yuan activated an ability that is perfectly immune to ice and difficult to detect..."

Cui Qusheng's pupils shrank slightly, and he suddenly thought of something, and said slowly, "As far as I know, it should be a shadow servant. Please ask the cameraman to give us a ground picture so that we can see whether Zhong Yuan's shadow is still there when Fang Xuan was hit."

It is no longer possible to describe Cui Qusheng at this time as turning the tide.

He was simply possessed by a god, and made the correct judgment one step faster than the tactical expert group on the referee's bench.

And the group of experts did not watch the replay carefully, holding a piece of paper with two words written on it, surrounded the black cat, and asked for instructions.

It is better to ask the person himself than to make a blind judgment.

This cat is the correct answer.