Substitution now was indeed a little like killing a donkey after it had been fired.
However, if he didn't change, Zhang Meng's performance was indeed a bit of a scam.
It made people feel uneasy, as if victory was hanging in the air.
It was terrifyingly unstable.
It made people feel like they were about to lose the next round.
In the waiting room, Abu looked worried and conflicted.
Although Zhang Meng was a scammer, he did win the competition.
Zhang Meng was indeed alright. She should continue to f * ck him!
After a while, he thought,'How could Zhang Meng beat SKT when he's so cunning?'
Let's not talk about whether Zhang Meng's luck could last forever.
Even if the next match was still the same, against a strong team like SKT.
Could Zhang Meng's luck still play a key role?
That was SKT!
A team that could turn the tables even if they were behind by 10,000 gold!
A team that could very well establish Dynasty!
At this moment, Abu was in a dilemma.
It was much bigger than when he made up his mind to let Zhang Meng play!
At that time, he had knelt down three times to let Zhang Meng go. It was somewhat like he had given up.
But now, they were only one step away from advancing!
Abu and the other high-level management members of EdG would definitely not be willing to let go of this opportunity!
This step was like the difference between heaven and earth!
Abu and a few other managers were whispering and discussing intensely.
On the players 'side, they were talking about the damage and MVP on TV.
2200？
He looked at the eye-catching number on the screen.
Zhang Meng could not help but laugh out loud.
Wasn't this the strength of a f * cking tiger?
In his previous life, the S9's 2200 damage output was ridiculed.
They were as famous as the factory director's 4396.
He did not expect that she would actually run to his place now.
This luck, could he even f * cking steal the output meme?
Zhang Meng was speechless. He didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
The number 2200 was probably going to be used as a meme and post in his live broadcast room every day.
However, Zhang Meng did not care too much about this.
In any case, there were already many memes and anti-fans in his live broadcast room.
One more was just one more.
When there are many lice, you don't bite; when there are many debts, you don't worry.
To Zhang Meng, none of this was important.
All the dirt and mockery.
All they needed was one S competition champion to clear their names!
In the face of the glory of the first S League championship in the LPL, all the dirt could be ignored!
Zhang Meng no longer paid attention to this number.
The other four members of the team didn't seem to be paying attention to Zhang Meng's damage output.
After all, they had fought Zhang Meng for more than one or two rounds.
Who played with Zhang Meng to see his damage output?
Did they let Zhang Meng play to see how he dealt damage?
Who would look forward to Zhang Meng C?
Would you? I won't, and neither will the other four members of the team.
As long as Zhang Meng's luck buff was in place, it would be fine!
This time, whether it was the factory manager, iboy, or mouse, they could all feel Zhang Meng's buff.
Therefore, there was no need to blame Zhang Meng.
The rest of the members of the ESPG only felt that it was too comfortable and enjoyable to compete with Zhang Meng!
How easy was it to compete with Zhang Meng?
They only needed to listen to him and capture people and fight in a group.
One catch, one hit, one win.
Was there anything more relaxing than competing with Zhang Meng?
This was what the factory director really thought.
Iboy's view of Zhang Meng was that he did not boast or criticize him.
Zhang Meng indeed had his own buff!
In this version, I only need C.
A rogue Mid with a buff was simply perfect!
Mouse's idea was even simpler.
There was only one sentence in his heart right now, and that was, I f * cking won four of them!
Four! A total of four!
I can also play the Buddha's Palm! He could also use C!
The Support, on the other hand, did not seem to care. To him, it was fine as long as he could win the game.
Everyone had a different opinion of Zhang Meng.
But no matter what their opinions were, it was certain that the players were still biased towards Zhang Meng!
After the damage output interface, it was the MVP interface.
"It's your MVP again.”The factory director said as he looked at the image of Iboy on the television.
"Actually, I think you can take this one.”Iboy replied with a high EQ.
"That's right, the previous two waves were led by the factory manager. It's not a problem to give it to the factory manager, but Iboy's team battle output is awesome.”Mouse praised two people in one sentence. He was an expert.
"Mouse, you're really good at taking down four Nars!”The factory director praised each other.
"That's right. If you didn't control four of them, I wouldn't have been able to produce such high damage.”Iboy praised back.
The three of them began to brag about each other, leaving Zhang Meng and his sister speechless.
The two of them finally understood the meaning of that sentence.
Jianghu, no, esports was not about fighting and killing. Esports was about the ways of the world.
Soon, Zhang Meng and Meikou also joined the group of people who were praising each other. It was very lively.
It was only when Abu's discussion ended that he interrupted them.
"Stop chatting. Come over for a meeting.”Abu said.
"Alright, coming!"
"What meeting?"
"Research SKT? Or tactics?"
"I'll sit here. Lucky, you sit here. There's a seat here.”
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