MTL - How Are You Guys Getting Boyfriends While Gaming-Chapter 88 it doesn't matter it's me

Shock at first followed by silence and overwhelm.

When Yu Qinghuan came back to his senses, there was only one thought left in his mind.

Is this the end?

Just lost?

Just stop there?

Yu Qinghuan didn't know how he got back to the lounge, and the quietness of the lounge spread his panic to every corner of his heart.

Yu Qinghuan couldn't help thinking that if this was Hey, he would know how to push the tower directly without having to communicate with Ren Jian.

In this way, the TKOW team will not lose to the DFCT team because of a few seconds difference.

Yu Qinghuan felt suffocated for a while: Coach and Renjian put hope into their own hands, but he actually screwed up, he lost his glory, and he snuffed out the last light.

How could he play the game like this?

Yu Qinghuan squeezed his hands tightly together. He lowered his head, and no one dared to look at him, for fear that when he raised his head, everyone would look at him with disappointment.

Regret and self-blame entangled Yu Qinghuan tightly, strangling his neck and slowly tightening it.

At this moment, someone spoke in the lounge where the needle drop could be heard.

During his tenure, he let out a breath and said, "It's my fault. In the end, I should go back to the house with BOF. It's my decision that is wrong."

Chen Mo shook his head: "No, I made a mistake. I shouldn't have sent it home. If the three of them push together, they can definitely push it off before the other side."

Jiang Haohan: "Come on, when it was the last wave of the group, I gave away the head. If the group didn't lose, how could the game be lost?"

Gu Zhizhi: "It was my last wave that didn't start well. The terrain is not good. Damn, I'm good at cooking."

Ren Jian stood up: "Let's go, old rules, you know."

Several people stood up one after another, and walked over to Yu Qinghuan. Yu Qinghuan was sitting on a chair with his head down and said nothing.

Ren Jian took a look, knelt down on one knee in front of Yu Qinghuan, held Yu Qing's hand, and gently rubbed the red marks that had been pinched out. Ren Jian looked up at Yu Qinghuan: "Are you okay?"

Yu Qinghuan and Ren Jian looked at each other, his eyes immediately turned red, he gritted his teeth, trying to keep himself from crying: "I'm sorry...it's all my fault...I lost the game...I..."

Ren Jian held Yu Qinghuan's wrist, pulled him up, and said softly, "I don't blame you, it's fine, let's go."

Yu Qinghuan was held by Ren Jian's wrist all the way and walked out of the lounge.

Six people from the TKOW team came to the sidelines.

It was nearly two in the morning, and there was snow falling in a foreign country, and it was freezing cold weather.

But even so, there are still many fans waiting in front of the TKOW team's special car. They gathered together in twos and threes, holding the glowing TKOW team's hand and holding a sign, stomping their feet in cold, exhaling white breath, seeing TKOW. The members of the team came out, and the fans gathered around one after another.

The TKOW staff who came out together blocked the crowd in time.

The five members of the TKOW team only wore team jackets, which were quite thin and could not stop the cold wind howling to the bones. They stood side by side in a row, facing the fans, and then bowed in unison.

The world was silent, the wind was cold, and snowflakes and frost fell on the six people who bowed and apologized.

Sorry they fell short of expectations.

Sorry, they can only stop in the top four this year.

Sorry they let everyone down.

The weather was really too cold, and several people could feel the temperature being cruelly stripped of their bodies by the cold wind, making them stiff from freezing.

At this moment, someone among the fans suddenly shouted loudly, with a crying voice.

"It's okay! See you next year!"

"Yes, and next year! As long as you don't give up, we will always cheer you on."

"Brothers, promise me, will it be good for them to cry next year!"

"Hey, don't retire so soon, okay? Let's play another year next year! Please."

"Wilful, go home with another FMVP trophy."

"Clever, rush forward to start a group, you believe in your teammates, we believe in you."

"Quiet, we also want to see your handsomeness in solo killing the opposing ace again."

"Sea, we know you don't mess up, and you never break down when you're madly targeted."

"BOF, the future is promising! Don't be sad, you have played well."

"TKOW, if I say no, I will never lose, we will come again next year!"