"What's going on, what's going on, I have the list in my hand, what can you do to me?"
As if he were playing tricks, Zeng Wenfeng waved the award list in his hand towards the audience and said.
"Man, stop pretending to be cute here and announce it quickly."
As if he couldn't bear it anymore, the unruly youth sitting in front of Gao Lin and the others said loudly.
Similarly, Yang Tianshui, who was sitting next to Gao Lin, was also a little nervous and kept looking at the award list in Zeng Wenfeng's hand.
However, for Yang Tianshui, Gao Lin thinks that he has a low chance of winning. In the finals, Yang Tianshui actually didn't play many laners. In terms of team contribution, he is actually better in the jungle than the top laner. However, , and I don’t know why the competition put him on the list of the best top laners.
Of course, no matter where it is placed, if it is nominated, it means there is hope.
"Okay, I'm too lazy to argue with you gangsters." Zeng Wenfeng waved his hand and looked at the list of winners in his hand.
However, when everyone craned their necks to wait for him to announce his name, they heard him yell, and their expressions became very surprised: "How could this guy be this guy?"
After saying that, he looked relieved again: "Yes, based on his performance in the Fed Cup trials, he is fully worthy of the title of best top laner."
Seeing that Zeng Wenfeng did not say his name, but kept talking to himself, the eager players, spectators and fans couldn't bear it any more, and started cursing and shouting.
"Zeng Wenfeng, tell me quickly,~"
"Second Fatty, don't stop me, let me beat him up~"
"Hey Zeng Wenfeng, human patience is limited, don't be shameless,~"
"Man, let me tell you, I became so violent that I even felt scared~"
…
As if he heard the yelling and cursing from the audience, Zeng Wenfeng put away the playful smile on his face, coughed slightly, and said: "Okay, I solemnly and solemnly announce that I won the Confederations Cup this time. The award for the best top laner in the offline selection domestic finals is,.”
Hearing Zeng Wenfeng's string of prefixes, the players and fans in the audience went crazy. They wanted to rush to the stage, beat him into a pig's head, spit on his face, and finally snatch the list from his hand and announce it directly. come out.
"Jing, Yi, Sen," Zeng Wenfeng said loudly, without paying attention to the murderous looks from the audience.
"Woo,."
"咻咻,."
Teams. Wing Dong and the fans sitting nearby were so excited that they screamed and screamed.
Off the court, many people were also shocked. It seemed they did not expect that the award for best top laner would be given to Jing Yisen.
In fact, Gao Lin also feels that Jing Yisen is almost the most suitable candidate to win this award. Not to mention that Jing Yisen brought Teams.Yidong, an unknown new team, into the semi-finals of the Federation Cup selection in one fell swoop. His performance on the field was completely enough to win this award.
It is no exaggeration to say that most of the outstanding results achieved by the new team Teams. Yidong in the selection finals are related to Jing Yisen. Whether it is his leadership or his performance on the court, almost everything is related to it. All determine the performance of Teams.Yidong.
Seeing that Yang Tianshui's expression looked a little sad, Gao Lin couldn't help but comfort him: "Monk, it's nothing, you just lack an opportunity."
"Monk, look at it. I haven't been selected for anything. This is how I got here." Zhang Weiyong patted Yang Tianshui on the shoulder and said, although his words were meant to comfort him, there was indeed a teasing smile at the corner of his mouth. .
"Of course it doesn't matter if you were not selected. What would you do if you were selected and found out that the final result was not yours?" Yang Tianshui looked at Zhang Weiyong angrily and said, "It's not your turn, and you will always look like you are gloating about your misfortune. , wait until it’s your turn and see if you’re still in the mood to say that.”
"Ahem, didn't I just comfort you? Is there any need to talk about such a big truth? It's not like I won't give you a reward." After a dry cough, Zhang Weiyong lowered his head and said awkwardly.
Yang Tianshui glared at him fiercely, then turned back, as if sulking.
At the right time, Xiao Zifeng and Guo Haoran, who were sitting nearby, spoke out to comfort him.
While several people were talking, Jing Yisen also came up to the stage and took the trophy from Zeng Wenfeng's hand. There was an excitement in his expression that was very rare for Gao Lin.
"Thank you to all the competition leaders for your love, thank you to your teammates for your efforts and the club leaders for your cultivation." After saying thank you twice in a row, Jing Yisen looked down at the audience and said, "To be honest, I have no respect for this award at all. I had extravagant expectations. My goal here today is also very simple. I just want to see which guy won the prize, and then kill him next time..."
"Hahaha,~" Before Jing Yisen could finish speaking, the audience burst into laughter.
Hearing everyone laughing, Jing Yisen paused. Zeng Wenfeng, who was standing next to him, took the opportunity to tease him: "Now, you can kill yourself. I can lend you a tin knife."
"Hahaha,~" the players, audience and fans in the audience laughed.
Jing Yisen smiled awkwardly and was too embarrassed to say anything else. He casually said, "My speech is over, thank you," and ran off the stage as if running away.
Seeing his appearance, the audience and fans who had just stopped laughing started laughing again.
After Jing Yisen and Zeng Wenfeng left the stage one after another, the two competition hosts immediately walked up and said with a smile: "I think Zeng Wenfeng is embarrassed. He acted cute for most of the day. It's not as good as Jing Yisen's words to hit the mark." Laughing point."
"Indeed." The beautiful female host nodded and smiled, "To be defeated so easily, I think Zeng Wenfeng will hide under the quilt and cry at night."
As if he heard what the two hosts said, Zeng Wenfeng suddenly rushed out from the backstage and gave them two middle fingers.
"Hahaha,~"
Seeing this scene, the players, audience and fans in the audience could not help but hold their stomachs and burst into laughter.
"Where are the security personnel? Drag him away quickly." The handsome male host turned back to Zeng Wenfeng and said.
As if they were cooperating with the handsome male host, two staff members immediately rushed out from the backstage. Without any explanation, they grabbed Zeng Wenfeng and dragged him backstage.
"Hahaha,~" Seeing Zeng Wenfeng being dragged away, he didn't forget to raise his middle finger in the direction of the two hosts, and the audience couldn't stop laughing again.
"You dare to mess with me, you really don't want to live or die." Seeing Zeng Wenfeng being dragged into the backstage by two staff members, the handsome male host sneered, looking like he was dragging him hard.
The beautiful female host standing next to him smiled. Likewise, the contestants, audience and fans in the audience were laughing so hard that they could hardly breathe.
"Ahem." The beautiful female host coughed, drew everyone's attention back to the stage, and said, "Okay, without further ado, let's get into the awards ceremony for the best mid laner. We invite a famous domestic female e-sports commentator. Member, Zhang Xiaoting.”
"Please," the handsome male host said.
Soon, Zhang Xiaoting walked out from the backstage with the list of winners.
"Sister Xiaoting, please kneel down and beg for a quick victory~"
"Sister Xiaoting, don't be the second Zeng Wenfeng~"
"Beauty Xiaoting, throw down the list of winners and let me tell you~"
"Xiaoting, don't force me to masturbate to your photo three times every morning~"
